I was dining at the house of some friends, and in the course of the
evening the hostess said to me:
"Do you often go to the opera?"
"Yes, very often."
"And do you go behind the scenes?"
"Yes, I go behind."
"Then you can do me a favor. In the ballet department there's an old man
called Morin, who is perfectly respectable, it seems. He is the little
B----'s dancing-master. He gives excellent lessons. I should like to
have him for my little girls, so ask him if he could come twice a week."