Rommy’s cheeks coloured slightly at being called unkind, even jokingly – she could only hope neither he nor anyone else had any true reason to consider her that. One day she would say something in the wrong tone or to the wrong person and summarily put her foot in it, she was quite certain.
But she felt – in safe hands enough with Mr. Scrimgeour. Literally too, she supposed, as they took their places for the dance, the familiar burst of worry of dancing at a society ball a little soothed by having the conversation to focus upon. “Perhaps a little unkind,” she said, a smile twitching at her mouth. “I should have at least offered to accompany you up to the ceiling.” She glanced upwards briefly, but the sight of the dangling acrobats was rather more dizzying from this dancing vantage, so Rommy swiftly returned her eyes to her present partner. “Do you think we are already in danger, to be dancing directly under them?” (About this, she was only partly joking.)
But she felt – in safe hands enough with Mr. Scrimgeour. Literally too, she supposed, as they took their places for the dance, the familiar burst of worry of dancing at a society ball a little soothed by having the conversation to focus upon. “Perhaps a little unkind,” she said, a smile twitching at her mouth. “I should have at least offered to accompany you up to the ceiling.” She glanced upwards briefly, but the sight of the dangling acrobats was rather more dizzying from this dancing vantage, so Rommy swiftly returned her eyes to her present partner. “Do you think we are already in danger, to be dancing directly under them?” (About this, she was only partly joking.)
