Sometimes, he missed the simplicity of the days before he had met Miss Landon.
‘Now,’ Grunewald said, after he had suitably refreshed himself with tea and cakes. ‘I had better do more than teach you to dance. It is to be a very grand affair, I understand, and so you will need to be well up on good behaviour.’
‘More good behaviour?’ Aubranael said, with a slight groan.
Grunewald’s smile was positively wicked. ‘Oh, yes. Dancing is only a small part of the business. There is a great deal more of etiquette to be learned; you must know whom to speak to, and how, and when; you must know how to ask a lady to dance, what to do if she refuses, and so on; and there is the matter of dinner, too.’
Aubranael had no intention of dancing with anyone except Miss Landon, and it was on the tip of his to
