Chapter Twenty-Four
“You seem to be enjoying yourself a great deal, my lady,” the gentleman said. His voice was deep and rich with just the slightest hint of a Scottish brogue. It somehow reminded Margaret of someone, but she couldn’t think of who. The fact that she didn’t know any Scottish gentlemen made her even more uncertain of the gentleman’s identity.
“I am. It’s so unusual not to know who anyone is. It’s a great deal more fun than I had even imagined,” she said.
He laughed, but the movement of the dance took him away from her for a few minutes. When they came back together, she said, “Why do I have the feeling that you know who I am while I’m completely at a loss as to your identity.”
He simply inclined his head and moved away from her again.
“That was not an answer, sir,” Marg
