The amazing language of young George and the Misses Atholl made it still less likely that that figure would be achieved at the dance. What were these “Rolls” and “Buzzes” and “Slides,” he wondered. And how did one do them? The art of dancing seemed to have acquired strange complexities since he had last attempted it eighteen months ago. Then with a faint pride he had mastered the Fox Trot and something they called a Boston. They had seemed very daring and difficult then, but already it seemed they were dead. At any rate they were never mentioned. John foresaw some hideous embarrassments, and he too wished fervently that he had not come.