"That would be a travesty," he said and then faked a fancy guffaw. "To have everyone at the party peering at you from monocled eyes and opera glasses." He pantomimed the monocled look.

He watched her deflate as her employer's house came into view, and stooped down so his "monocled" face was at eye level with hers, and he said, "But you are the belle of the ball and I shall sweep you off into a waltz."