"Good even, Philip! Have you brought your papa?"
Philip shook his head.
"He preferred to go to White's with Tom. Jenny, you'll dance with me, will you not? Remember, you promised!"
Jennifer raised her eyes.
"I—I doubt I—cannot. I—I have danced so few times, sir."
"Don't tell me those little feet cannot dance, chérie!"
Jennifer glanced down at them.
"It's monstrous kind of you, Philip—but—but are you sure you want to lead me out?"
Philip offered her his arm.
"I see you are in a very teasing mood, Jenny," he scolded.