"I dance at the Comique, and then we generally go to Maxim's to supper, and up here afterwards.

I'll introduce you to my friends afterwards, if you like, and we'll all sit together.

If you're very good I'll dance to you!" "Delighted," he answered, "if they speak English.

I'm sick of trying to make people understand my rotten French." She nodded.
"They speak English all right.

I wish that horrid Viennese girl wouldn't try to listen to every word we say." He smiled.
"She wanted me to sit at her table," he remarked.
Mademoiselle Flossie looked at him warningly, and dropped her voice.
"Better be careful!" she whispered.