'I go to a ball to dance,' continued the previous speaker, not
noticing the interruption. 'All I ask of a partner is that he shall
hold me firmly, take me round steadily, and not get tired before I
do.'
'A clockwork figure would be the thing for you,' said the girl
who had interrupted.
'Bravo!' cried one of the others, clapping her lands, 'what
a capital idea!
'What's a capital idea?' they asked.
'Why, a clockwork dancer, or, better still, one that would go
by electricity and never run down...'
Anticipation ran high, and the
arrival of the famous mechanist was eagerly awaited...
""Allow me, ladies and gentlemen,' said Herr Geibel, 'to
introduce you to my friend, Lieutenant Fritz. Fritz, my dear
fellow, bow to the ladies and gentlemen.'
"Geibel placed his hand encouragingly on Fritz's shoulder,
and the lieutenant bowed low, accompanying the action with a
harsh clicking noise in his throat, unpleasantly suggestive of a
death rattle. But that was only a detail.
""He walks a little stiffly' (old Geibel took his arm and
walked him forward a few steps. He certainly did walk stiffly),
'but then, walking is not his forte. He is essentially a dancing
man. I have only been able to teach him the waltz as yet, but at
that he is faultless. Come, which of you ladies may I introduce
him to as a partner. He keeps perfect time; he never gets tired;
he won't kick you or tread on your dress; he will hold you as
firmly as you like, and go as quickly or as slowly as you please;
he never gets giddy; and he is full of conversation. Come, speak
up for yourself, my boy.'
"The old gentleman twisted one of the buttons at the back of
his coat, and immediately Fritz opened his mouth, and in thin
tones that appeared to proceed from the back of his head, remarked
suddenly, 'May I have the pleasure?' and then shut his mouth
again with a snap.
"That Lieutenant Fritz had made a strong impression on the
company was undoubted, yet none of the girls seemed inclined to
dance with him. They looked askance at his waxen face, with its
staring eyes and fixed smile, and shuddered. At last old Geibel
came to the girl who had conceived the idea.
""It is your own suggestion, carried out to the letter,' said
Geibel,'an electric dancer. You owe it to the gentleman to give
him a trial.'
"She was a bright, saucy
little girl, fond of a frolic.
Her host added his entreaties,
and she consented.
"Herr Geibel fixed the
figure to her. Its right arm
was screwed round her waist,
and held her firmly; its delicately-jointed left hand was
made to fasten itself
upon her right. The
old toymaker showed
her how to regulate its
speed, and how to stop
it, and release herself.
Keeping perfect time and step,
and holding its little partner tight clasped in an unyielding
embrace, it revolved steadily, pouring forth at the same time a
constant flow of squeaky conversation, broken by brief intervals
of grinding silence.
""How charming you are looking to-night,' it remarked in its
thin, far-away voice. What a lovely day it has been.
"As she grew more familiar with the uncanny creature, the
girl's nervousness wore off, and she entered into the fun of the
thing.
"Oh, he's just lovely,' she cried, laughing, 'I could go on
dancing with him all my life.'
...They could hear the steady whir of the wheels
upon the polished floor as the thing spun round and round.