“Indeed.” Percy’s chuckle admitted that he was finding his lack of matching making this evening a much more preferable status than the poor gentleman who were dragging ladies onto the floor by the whim of a mere pocketwatch.

Knowing what she meant he frowned sympathetically and nodded, but a smile crept on his lips at her request. “I should very much enjoy that.” He admitted, rather truthfully. “Although, if you wish to dance, I’m not sure I shall be able to indulge you.” He adjusted his weight to subtly wiggle his cane. He was sure Miss Beauregard would understand, but one never did know. She might love dancing, it had never come up in their letters.