He. I thought you told me that you had not been going out much
this season?

She. Quite true, but when I do I dance with Captain Congleton. He
dances very nicely.

He. And sit out with him, I suppose?

She. Yes. Have you any objection? Shall I stand under the
chandelier in future?

He. What does he talk to you about?

She. What do men talk about when they sit out?

He. Ugh! Don't! Well, now I'm up, you must dispense with the
fascinating Congleton for a while. I don't like him.

She (after a pause). Do you know what you have said?

He 'Can't say that I do exactly. I'm not in the best of tempers.

She So I see, and feel. My true and faithful lover, where is your
'eternal constancy,' 'unalterable trust,' and 'reverent devotion'? I
remember those phrases; you seem to have forgotten them. I
mention a man's name

He. A good deal more than that.

She. Well, speak to him about a dance perhaps the last dance that I