SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

moving faster in her chest. She thought, *He must not know lines was me.* Then she thought, *He does know. He would not have said lines if he did not know.*

She turned slowly, set the wilted lily down on the table, and looked at him. He had turned from the window and was looking at her. His eyes were gray, the color of pewter.

He was not smiling and continue reading …