Chapter Eight
“Well, in any case, I did want to try to make it up to you. Would a dance suffice?” he asked.
“For time from my roses? I don’t—”
“She would be honored to dance with you, Mr. Fitzwalter,” Lady Sorrell said, cutting Miss Benton off.
“Indeed, she likes dancing a great deal and is very good at it,” Miss Sherman added before Miss Benton herself could say anything further.
She looked from her sister to her friend and back again before finally turning to Archer. She gave him a resigned look and said in an almost rote manner, “I would love to dance, thank you so much, sir.”
“If you’d rather not…” he started, not knowing what to make of this girl. He was wondering if she would be worth the challenge.
“Oh, no, she would truly love to. Don’t listen to her,” Miss Sherman assured h
