“Mrs Lynd?”
Mary turned from her languid appreciation of the dancers, and was astonished to find herself addressed by none other than Miss Susan Price. Not, of course, that she allowed her countenance to display anything other than the unabashed pleasure she truly felt. “Miss Price. How delightful to see you again. How do you do?”
“Very well, thank you.” Miss Price hesitated, and glanced around. “You are not with your tall friend this evening?”
Mary c****d her head, which she had been told she did rather prettily. “My tall friend? I’m afraid I don’t know whom you mean. In fact, I should think that in all Bath, you are the only person who might be described thus.”
“Oh—” Miss Price took a deep breath. “I meant the gentleman you were conversing with the last time we met.”
“Was I? I’m afr
