Rebecca and Anne down the stairs marble and entered the ballroom. Their father walked away, muttering something about the games room.
- Dad - Anne called him in a tiny voice, but Charles Manning was already away.
- Stop making this guy a martyr - Rebecca muttered angrily. - If they see your fear, we live food. Take a deep breath and smile.
- It's hard to smile and pretend not to notice women whispering behind the fans.
- You do not have to worry about. They are looking for me and not for you.-Rebecca was furious, but kept smiling.
Circulation the hall. The orchestra played enthusiastically and some couples have swirled around the track.
Rebecca expected to be taken just to dance.
- Let's go around and greet the matrons? - Anne suggested. Rebecca glanced surreptitiously at the group of ladies of the nobility. Were seated in a semicircle facing the dance floor, not to miss a single detail.
- No. I stay well away from that nest of vipers - Rebecca said, picking up a glass of champagne served by a valet.
Anne began to shake with the fan.
- Oh dear, it seems all eyes are on us.
Rebecca tried to be patient, but Anne's nervousness made her even angrier.
- No wonder everyone is looking at us. You're horrible. That gust of wind when we got off the coach ruffled his hair. Go to the ladies and recompose booked up!
Anne blushed.
- My God! Whydo not tell me before? You follow me?
- No. I do not run the risk of finding some busybody.
- But I can not leave it alone.
- I prefer to be alone to be standing here with you looking like a scarecrow!
The Anne's chin trembled. Fearing an attack of crying, Rebecca ordered:
- Go!
Anne hurried toward the feminine reserved. At first, was uncomfortable being alone, but soon realized that nobody Rebecca had noticed.
- Mlle. Manning!
Rebecca looked up and smiled, but relaxed to see Gertrude Hawkins. Poor Gertrude, who never was drawn to dance and that twenty-five year was on track to become a spinster.
- Goodnight, Rebecca. Are you alone?
- I'm waiting for my sister. - She looked around, hoping that Gertrude go away.
- Fairhurst Lord has come.
Rebecca stared at her, ready to rebut the insult, but the innocent expression Gertrude disarmed it. Apparently, she did not know the break compromise.
- I have no idea nor interest me.
- Oh!
- Oh, please do not get hung up on me - Rebecca said sharply. - I'm sure there are many gentlemen wanting to fill their dance card.
Gertrude looked at the card hanging on the pulse of Rebecca and sighed, but soon the sigh became a laugh. Too late, Rebecca realized Gertrude noticed that your card blank.
- It is better to move the edges of the room - Gertrude suggested. - So nobody will notice you are having tea in her chair.
Rebecca he felt the blood rising to the head. I was offended by the words Gertrude, mainly because they had touched in his most secret fear. - Coming from you, I'm sure the board was tested and approved. - Rebecca grinned. Intimidated, Gertrude muttered an excuse and walked away. Rebecca leaned against the wall. If you had trouble dealing with the commentary of Gertrude Hawkins would like to find a real tyrant, as Lady Hartmore or Mrs. Standish? He felt he needed to be alone to compose herself. Crept down the hall and went to the terrace. Did not see anyone. The terrace was lit by lanterns for guests who wanted privacy and fresh air.
Closed eyes and shuddered, admitting that he needed both.
- Are you cold?
Rebecca opened his eyes. Believed to be alone, but before it had a gentleman. Despite the poor lighting, he noted that he was handsome and elegant. He gathered the necessary elements of a refined gentleman, but had something in his eyes that intrigued her. They were shrewd and seekers, despite the brightness of fun.
- Are you cold? - He repeated, advancing a step. She did not answer and he made mention of taking off his jacket.
- No, please. I'm fine. The cold wind is pleasant after the heat which is inside the hall.
The
- Dad - Anne called him in a tiny voice, but Charles Manning was already away.
- Stop making this guy a martyr - Rebecca muttered angrily. - If they see your fear, we live food. Take a deep breath and smile.
- It's hard to smile and pretend not to notice women whispering behind the fans.
- You do not have to worry about. They are looking for me and not for you.-Rebecca was furious, but kept smiling.
Circulation the hall. The orchestra played enthusiastically and some couples have swirled around the track.
Rebecca expected to be taken just to dance.
- Let's go around and greet the matrons? - Anne suggested. Rebecca glanced surreptitiously at the group of ladies of the nobility. Were seated in a semicircle facing the dance floor, not to miss a single detail.
- No. I stay well away from that nest of vipers - Rebecca said, picking up a glass of champagne served by a valet.
Anne began to shake with the fan.
- Oh dear, it seems all eyes are on us.
Rebecca tried to be patient, but Anne's nervousness made her even angrier.
- No wonder everyone is looking at us. You're horrible. That gust of wind when we got off the coach ruffled his hair. Go to the ladies and recompose booked up!
Anne blushed.
- My God! Whydo not tell me before? You follow me?
- No. I do not run the risk of finding some busybody.
- But I can not leave it alone.
- I prefer to be alone to be standing here with you looking like a scarecrow!
The Anne's chin trembled. Fearing an attack of crying, Rebecca ordered:
- Go!
Anne hurried toward the feminine reserved. At first, was uncomfortable being alone, but soon realized that nobody Rebecca had noticed.
- Mlle. Manning!
Rebecca looked up and smiled, but relaxed to see Gertrude Hawkins. Poor Gertrude, who never was drawn to dance and that twenty-five year was on track to become a spinster.
- Goodnight, Rebecca. Are you alone?
- I'm waiting for my sister. - She looked around, hoping that Gertrude go away.
- Fairhurst Lord has come.
Rebecca stared at her, ready to rebut the insult, but the innocent expression Gertrude disarmed it. Apparently, she did not know the break compromise.
- I have no idea nor interest me.
- Oh!
- Oh, please do not get hung up on me - Rebecca said sharply. - I'm sure there are many gentlemen wanting to fill their dance card.
Gertrude looked at the card hanging on the pulse of Rebecca and sighed, but soon the sigh became a laugh. Too late, Rebecca realized Gertrude noticed that your card blank.
- It is better to move the edges of the room - Gertrude suggested. - So nobody will notice you are having tea in her chair.
Rebecca he felt the blood rising to the head. I was offended by the words Gertrude, mainly because they had touched in his most secret fear. - Coming from you, I'm sure the board was tested and approved. - Rebecca grinned. Intimidated, Gertrude muttered an excuse and walked away. Rebecca leaned against the wall. If you had trouble dealing with the commentary of Gertrude Hawkins would like to find a real tyrant, as Lady Hartmore or Mrs. Standish? He felt he needed to be alone to compose herself. Crept down the hall and went to the terrace. Did not see anyone. The terrace was lit by lanterns for guests who wanted privacy and fresh air.
Closed eyes and shuddered, admitting that he needed both.
- Are you cold?
Rebecca opened his eyes. Believed to be alone, but before it had a gentleman. Despite the poor lighting, he noted that he was handsome and elegant. He gathered the necessary elements of a refined gentleman, but had something in his eyes that intrigued her. They were shrewd and seekers, despite the brightness of fun.
- Are you cold? - He repeated, advancing a step. She did not answer and he made mention of taking off his jacket.
- No, please. I'm fine. The cold wind is pleasant after the heat which is inside the hall.
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