No More Learning

Miss T. Very well. You will have only yourself to thank if your toes are
trodden on. Shall we say Seven?

Capt. G. And Eleven. (Aside. ) She can't be more than eight stone, but,
even then, it's an absurdly small foot. (Looks at his own riding boots. )

Miss T. They're beautifully shiny. I can almost see my face in them.

Capt. G.
I was thinking whether I should have to go on crutches for the
rest of my life if you trod on my toes.

Miss T. Very likely. Why not change Eleven for a square?

Capt. G. No, please! I want them both waltzes. Won't you write them
down?

Miss T. I don't get so many dances that I shall confuse them. You will
be the offender.

Capt. G. Wait and see! (Aside.