“I would be charmed, Mrs. McVinnie,” he said as he led her onto the floor. He clasped her firmly in his arms and whirled her into the dance pattern. White and stricken to silence, Jeannie could only be grateful that her partner was such an excellent leader and that he was taking her farther and farther away from Beau Brummell. The Beau stood watching the dancers, compact and alone and utterly distinguished. Jeannie dragged her eyes away from him and resolved to dance and dance until the musicians put away their instruments, the servants put the chairs on the tables, and the porter locked the door. They danced in silence until Captain Summers pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. “Mrs. McVinnie, I know that my charms are well-nigh overpowering and that few women alive are able to resist a uniform, especially a naval uniform, but please tell me what the hell is going on.” Jeannie shuddered and he gathered her closer. “Mrs. McVinnie,” he began, his lips practically on her ear, “have you seen a ghost?”
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