“I offend Miss Grayson?” the Unknown said softly.
No, she was not offended. Only — only it was so very strange not to know who he was.
“My name you would not know if I told it,” he said. “Why spoil a perfect hour?”
Her lips were a little parted. “A perfect hour!” she echoed. “Is it perfect, sir?”
“For me at least, Letitia.”
“But — but you must not call me by my name!” she said. Yet she did not sound angry.
“Nor tell you that I came only to dance with you?”
“D-did you, sir?”
He nodded. “But, of course. Didn’t you guess it, Letitia?”
“No, oh no! How should I? And — and you use my name again, sir.”