She would have liked to refuse him this dance but she was now in an impossible position. Neither did Lord Robert wait for her answer, apparently thinking that her father's consent made it unnecessary.
Before she knew where she was he had replaced his mask, put his arms round her and drawn her on to the floor. He danced very well, and at first she had to concentrate on equalling him.
As she grew more confident, she had time to look around and she became aware that she was being watched.
A man dressed in a Harlequin costume, was standing by the French windows, his eyes fixed on the dancers – no, on her, she realised. As she was swept around by the dance she lost sight of him, but then another turn would bring him back into view.
And he was always looking at her.
It was as though nobody
