"The Herr President's trousers handicap him," commented Romsteck, walking beside him in his course and studying his morbid gyrations.
"Well I'm not going to dance without them, even for Frau Quackenbush," he retorted.
"That was not my suggestion," said Romsteck disapprovingly. "I mean that they impede by reason of their longitude. If the Herr President will permit" He rolled up several inches of the drooping tubes, and sent for some of the 1865 cognac to hearten the sufferers.
With this refreshment things went a little better. Taking advantage of a pause by Herr Leutz to mop his broad brow, the President cut in on Lorli; he found her more stimulating as a partner. Both pupils were busily treading the measure when a cheerful hail surprised them. Cointreau and Nyla entered, radiant with health and enjoyment.
"Bravo, bravo!" cried the Colonel. "Herr President, you are the soul of legerity. And the Finance Minister, treading with a toe of
