They were an hour into the swing of the ball and four measures into the swirl of the dance before she realized that there was something odd about this gentleman. He was handsome, slight and boyish, and too delicate. It struck her as rude to inquire, particularly given the situation, but when she fled back to her escort after the dance, she laughed merrily and said, "Courfeyrac, darling, did you see that fellow?"

"Whom, Sand?"

"Was it?" Jeannette exclaimed. "My God, I would have swooned if I'd known it was her."

"I'm sure she feels similarly about you, ma chère."

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