Or someone, for she saw Lord Maundevyle dancing several couples away, with a lady she did not recognise. It was he who had drawn his brother’s regard, but for no reason she could imagine, for nothing could exceed the ordinariness of his present behaviour. Nor did his partner seem to be of such dazzling beauty as to merit such attention.
‘Does something interest you about your brother, sir?’ she said at last, when he continued to ignore her. Really, she would take silence over impertinent questions, but to be outright passed over by one’s partner in favour of a close scrutiny of someone else was not to be borne.
Charles’s head whipped back around. ‘Nothing whatsoever, Miss Werth, I assure you.’
The response was not merely meant to silence her. He spoke with chagrin. ‘Were you expecting s
