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Isobel looked up as she heard footsteps approach and for a moment wondered if Lord Rowley had found her but it was not he standing before her. It was the man that had only just been in her thoughts, the man who had been watching the dancers with that strange expression of half amusement and half boredom. Close up she was able to get a proper look at him and to her pleasure he was a complete contrast to Lord Rowley. He was tall for one thing at least five inches taller than she and had dark hair and eyes. He was without doubt a handsome man and she imagined he was very popular with the young ladies. But there was more to him that as he seemed to radiate a heady mix of danger and the promise of seduction.

"Greetings, Miss," he said with a small bow. "I did not expect to find a young lady such as yourself unchaperoned in this place." His lips curved into a smirk. "Pray, tell me, what is your name?"His voice as he spoke was calm but with an edge to it she could not identify.
Isobel was at a loss as to whether she should answer or return to the house, her schooling demanded the latter as it was extremely improper to be alone with a man she had not yet been introduced to. Yet the part of Isobel that was herself rebelled at such restrictions. Her spirit longed for freedom and so on impulse she decided to stay for a little while and enjoy just a small taste of what it would be like to live a life without restrictions.

"Greetings Sir, I am Isobel Marwick." She said quietly and although she was nervous and a little frightened she was determined not to show it. She met his gaze with a direct one of her own.
"No I suppose it is unexpected that I am here and yet I am here alone regardless. And you? Are you not enjoying the ball?"