In the brief period of time before her response, August of course had a moment to think of all the reasons this was probably a bad idea, or at least a mediocre one, in terms of propriety. They were friendly acquaintances, they talked at balls, that was it. They had exchanged a lot of letters. That didn't necessarily mean anything. She was going to say no, and that was going to, of course, ruin everything.

But she agreed, as long as he brought Lysander. "I can do that," August said cheerfully, "Sometime next week?"

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