Bainbridge chuckled. “Not to worry, I might be holding you tighter, but I’m far from suggestive. I wouldn’t want to help you by being a better tactile hint to navigate the dance by also ruining your name and reputation by being too close to you for people not to assume the worst of gossip. I understand you were joking, but since you can’t see yourself I didn’t want you to believe that might be the case.”
“Perhaps may be within your control, My Lord, but if I may, you are a kind man. I shall be truly saddened to hear of it indeed should you change yourself for any reason.” This sentence unnerved Bainbridge a little bit. Why would he change? Was there call for it? He decided to ask her. "Why do you say that? Do you expect something coming my way, some hardship or person you believe would change me? If not then I assure you, this is the way I’ve been my whole life and I don’t believe I will change … not if I can help it…
“Forgive me, My Lord, I did not mean to infer my meager hobby superior to that of an orchestra whom the Queen approved for this extraordinary event, I should not have spoken.” “It is true that the Queen herself approved this orchestra for this ball, but I do not see how that makes every single player in the orchestra immune to mistakes. I also do not understand how you think it is your fault should you notice somebody make a mistake, no matter how great they were in their past … If anything it’s proof that everybody does make mistakes and nobody is any more or less superior or inferior for making a mistake. It is a shame I probably will not hear you sing anytime soon, but you mentioned you also play the piano … Tell me, do you have any favorite dities you play? Personally I like irish melodies.”
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