- Are you cold? Rebecca opened his eyes. Believed to be alone, but before it had a gentleman. Despite the poor lighting, he noted that he was handsome and elegant. He gathered the necessary elements of a refined gentleman, but had something in his eyes that intrigued her. They were shrewd and seekers, despite the brightness of fun. - Are you cold? - He repeated, advancing a step. She did not answer and he made mention of taking off his jacket. - No, please. I'm fine. The cold wind is pleasant after the heat which is inside the hall. The unknown straightened his jacket. - The night air is refreshing. I'm sure a lady so lovely is dancing since she came to the ball. Rebecca squinted, suspicious that he was teasing, but he seemed sincere. - Actually, I have not been drawn to dance. - I would swear that their suitors were lining up to fill your card; Typically, Rebecca replied with a coquettish gesture, but the mention of the card dance ruined her night. - My dance card does not concern you, sir.
