Jemima beamed at him, finding nothing - remarkably, for a young man! - in his features that suggested any insincerity in his words. Oh, she did hope he meant it, and that Mr. Humphrey-Mavis had proper integrity.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Jemima added brightly, cheeks pink with said pleasure as she curtseyed back and fought the urge to scramble away to her friends’ side to dissect every moment of the dance. (That would not look the least bit dignified.) She smiled as they went their separate ways, having quite forgotten that Mr. Humphrey-Mavis had, in the beginning, not intended to dance with her at all.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Jemima added brightly, cheeks pink with said pleasure as she curtseyed back and fought the urge to scramble away to her friends’ side to dissect every moment of the dance. (That would not look the least bit dignified.) She smiled as they went their separate ways, having quite forgotten that Mr. Humphrey-Mavis had, in the beginning, not intended to dance with her at all.
