Dance. A reel would be pleasant. You should dance with him. The voice was not familiar. She closed her eyes and listened carefully. Silence. Had there been anything there but her own thoughts? “Would you care to dance?” She opened her eyes to Mr. Darcy staring into her face. “I am not certain I wish to dance a reel at all. But I think perhaps I will, despite my inclinations. And now despise me for my ductility, if you dare.”
