demeanor.
'Joshua,' she said with considerable urgency in the few private moments before the orchestra began playing, 'you must be warned.'
'What is it?' he asked, bending his head closer to hers.
'Mama is determined,' she said.
He grinned at her. 'We will thwart her,' he told her. 'Never fear. I will be leaving Bath tomorrow morning.'
The orchestra, sitting apart on a dais, began playing before they could say more, and for a few moments the vigorous, intricate figures of the dance, which had them twirling about with the couple next to them, precluded further conversation.
'Tomorrow may be too late,' she gasped out when next she could.
'Smile,' he told her, smiling himself. 'Your mama is watching us.'
Constance smiled. They clapped with everyone else as the couple at the end of the lines twirled down between them, too far apart to converse privately. Then the figures began again.
'She is going to see to it that we dance almost every set together,' Constance said when they came together for a moment again, her voice breathless from her exertions. 'And she is going to mention our attachment to everyone within earshot. She is even hoping to have our betrothal announced tonight.'
'Preposterous!' Joshua said. 'Even your mama cannot force us into a betrothal, Constance.'
She twirled away on the arm of the gentleman next to Joshua.
Joshua smiled his most charming smile at the man's partner and twirled her firmly about. It seemed forever before there was a small pocket of privacy in which to exchange a few more words with Constance.
'Oh, yes, she can,' she said bitterly as if there had been no interruption. 'She is Mama, Joshua. She has spoken of my duty to her and to Chastity-and most of all to Prue. And she told me that you said you would marry me if I were to consent. Did you say that?'
'Dash it, Constance,' he said. 'Of course not.'
They took up their places in their respective lines and clapped again as another couple-Willett and Lady Freyja-went twirling down the set.
His aunt had twisted his words at the White Hart, of course. She had convinced herself that he would bow to her will if only Constance would. And poor Constance was her daughter and had to live with her every day of her life. How could the poor girl resist his aunt when he could scarcely do so himself?
He would wring her neck for her. That would settle the matter once and for all.
Hoping to have his betrothal announced tonight, for God's sake!
'Joshua,' Constance said the next time they were close to each other. 'Do something. Be firm. I am dreadfully afraid I will not be able to. And if she should succeed in getting us to dance together all night or induce me to admit in public that I am fond of you or some such thing, you will feel honor-bound . . . Oh, I will simply die.'
He grimaced.
'I'll think of something,' he said. 'In the meantime I have at least promised the next set to someone else.'
'Thank heaven!' she said fervently.
He should run while he still had a chance, Joshua thought. His aunt could hardly maneuver him into a betrothal with Constance if he was not even here. But, dash it all, was he going to run from a mean, manipulative little slip of a thing?
It was very tempting, he had to admit. But first he must dance with Lady Freyja Bedwyn.
'The next set is to be a waltz,' his aunt said after he had led Constance back to her side. She beamed at the two of them and spoke rather loudly, somehow including a whole crowd of people standing within her orbit in the conversation. 'Constance knows the steps, Joshua, and I am sure you must. Do dance it together as everyone can see you both wish to do. You make such a very striking couple, and under the happy circumstances of your recent reunion no one will object to your dancing two sets in a row together.'
Good Lord, Joshua thought. His cousin had not exaggerated.
'I beg your pardon, Constance, Aunt,' he said with a bow, 'but I have already solicited the hand of Lady Freyja Bedwyn for the next dance.'
A waltz. That was interesting. He looked across the ballroom at Lady Freyja. She really did look very fetching indeed tonight. She looked quite regal, in fact, or at least every inch a duke's daughter. She was standing with Miss Holt-Barron, her chin lifted, her fan slowly cooling her face.
'That was kind of you, Joshua,' his aunt said, a sharp edge to her voice. She reduced the volume to a theatrical whisper. 'She really is remarkably ugly.'
He bowed to Lady Freyja a few moments later and led her onto the floor, where other couples too were gathering.
'I was delighted to see,' he said, 'that you were not a wallflower for the first set.'
'So was I,' she said. 'Doubtless I would have gone home and put a bullet in my brain.'
He laughed and set his hand behind her waist as she set hers on his shoulder. He took her other hand in his. Except when he was with her, he always tended to forget how small she was. She was also very shapely.
'How clever of me, sweetheart,' he said, 'to have chosen a waltz.'
'I just hope you can dance it well,' she said. 'You can have no idea of the peril ladies put themselves in during
