How was it possible that at the same time her knees turned to jelly underneath his smile, that it seemed most of her anxieties washed away? Amelia could feel her cheeks flush again as he offered his arm, and she took it willingly. "I should like that very much, Mr. Fisk." she responded with a smile of her own.

As they started, Amelia turned to look back at the diricawl who had scampered back underneath the table cloth. She could see his head poke out from beneath the table and stare at her with what she could swear was a smug look. Perhaps she would overlook his transgressions just this once...