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Chapter Two-2
“Are you being rude to me?” the Duke enquired. “On the contrary,” Harry replied, “I am congratulating you on your expertise in galvanising the Scots into being frivolous.” “What you are saying,” the Duke remarked, “is that it is a change from shooting and fishing.” “Exactly!” Harry agreed. “And doubtless they will talk about it for the next one hundred years.” “It will in fact be quite a modest ball since my guests must all be within reasonable reach,” the Duke said. “At the same time it will be amusing to see a hundred people dancing in the Chieftain’s Room. I suppose you have not forgotten how to dance a reel?” “You insult me,” Harry protested. “But I must admit that in the past I was not always as good as you at it.” “Anyway it will give them something to talk about,” the Duke smi
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