Chapter Sixteen
Sara concentrated on Monsieur LeCarreau’s feet. He went over the steps again, showing her how to move gracefully through the complicated figures of the country dance.
She wanted to make sure that she got it exactly right. After the fiasco at Lady Bantam’s ball, if she ever mustered up the nerve to dance in public again, she wanted her dancing to be absolutely perfect.
The sound of voices outside in the hall disturbed her. Her aunt came into the room followed by a number of people, with Lord Reath in the lead.
“My dear, look who has come to join you in your lessons!” Lady Darlington said.
“Ah, gentlemen and more ladies! Zat is just what we need!” Monsieur LeCarreau said, clapping his hands together. “But zis is parfait, Lady Darlington, parfait!”
Lord Reath bowed to S
