Yet Muriel was very kind and forbearing and instructive, and at the end of it he did feel that he had made some progress, both with his hesitating and his suit. They sat in the interval on the same sofa, and Muriel was still gracious. She told him that he would pick it up very quickly, that it was all knack, that it was all balance, that it was all practice, that no practice was needed. And John believed everything and was much excited and pleased. He thanked her for her advice, and vowed that he would take lessons and become an expert. And Muriel thought, “He will never be able to dance; could I live permanently with a man like that?” She thought what a prim, funny “old boy” he was. But he was a nice “old boy,” and that rumour about the maidservant was positively ridiculous.