The dancers whirled about the floor. Thomas saw several of the young lords pass close to the baron and Eileen, though he couldn’t hear what words were being said. Eileen was looking more and more angry, and the baron wasn’t looking too happy, himself. Thomas felt useless and impotent where he stood, and wished he could be on the dance floor.
Baron Goshawk stopped dancing in the middle of the tune and grabbed one young lord’s arm, pulling him away from his dance partner. Thomas couldn’t make out the words, but the young lord—Winston, Thomas believed—looked to be protesting mightily. The baron pushed him away, then held out his hands to Eileen again. Eileen said something to him—rather sharply from her expression—but took his hands again and resumed the dance.
Thomas looked for George, spo
