Earlier in the evening Jeremy had dutifully allowed his mother to make formal introductions to several ladies in attendance that he had not already met, such as Miss Sinclair. As expected he had signed their dance cards as well as the dance cards of others that he had known.
Over all the ball had been a pleasant enough evening, good conversation, enjoyable dances, nice decorations. As he approached the next young lady, a Miss Sinclair, he smiled winningly at her. “Good evening Miss Sinclair, I believe this dance is mine?” He bowed before her extending his hand for her to take.