"Dancing, I firmly believe, was invented by demons who desire to watch men make fools of themselves," he asserted. Dancing was for dancers, which he most assuredly was not. "Anyway," he continued, "any advice you could impart would be most welcome. I haven't been to any of the balls since I first arrived in Emillion." Which seemed like ages ago.
They reached the shop, which looked very quaint and was considerably less crowded than the shops on the main streets. "I don't believe I've been here before." He had thought that he had been to every woman's clothing shop in Emillion, between the various women he has dated as well as the wealthier women who desired an escort.