“Why?” She started a little.
“Because I can’t dance!” There was guilt in his tone.
“You mustn’t feel that way about it,” Lavinia said. “It’s nothing.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No. It’s easy to learn.”
“I never could learn.”
Lavinia was still, and Marley thought she assented to this. But in another moment she spoke again.
“I—” she began, and then she hesitated.
Marley stopped rowing and rested on his oars. The water lapped the bows of the boat as it slackened its speed.
“I could teach you,” Lavinia went on.