There was nothing she could do about that of course, so Lisa just accepted it and smiled and danced with the men on her card, vetting out those who she liked and those she didn’t. She was not going to sit around waiting on any man, not even Robert.

“Miss Madison.”

Lisa glanced to the man before her and smiled cheerfully. “Lord Pembroke. Is it your dance now?”

“I believe so,” he murmured with a smile she suspected would have made the hearts of most girls flutter. Lisa’s heart didn’t twitch, but he was a nice man and she did appreciate how attractive he was and allowed her smile to widen as she placed her hand on his arm to let him lead her onto the dance floor.

“I hope you do not think less of me for losing the race this afternoon,” Pembroke murmured as he took her in his arms.

Lisa glanced up with surprise and shook her head at once. “Of course not, my lord. It was just a bit of fun. In fact, I thought you had let Findlay win so that I could enjoy it more,” she added lightly, not surprised to see him puff up a bit.

“Well, you did seem to be enjoying it,” he said with a smile, suggesting that might be the case when she was quite sure it wasn’t. She didn’t mind though. He was now standing tall and smiling again where he hadn’t been moments ago.

“Oh, I did enjoy it,” she assured him with a laugh. “It was quite exhilarating.”

“Then I am happy to have lost and given you such joy,” he assured her.

Lisa chuckled. “I appreciate it, my lord. It’s very kind of you.”

“What else do you like to do, Miss Madison?” he asked, spinning her around the floor. “Perhaps we can endeavor to do it tomorrow afternoon. ‘We’ being myself and all your other admirers,” he added with a teasing grin.

Lisa chuckled with appreciation at his teasing and then considered the question, “I enjoy riding, or did in the country, and long walks. And there is a river by our country home where I enjoy paddling a boat.” She paused and shrugged. “I do not know, my lord.”

“What of plays and such?” he asked.

“Oh my, yes. I have only seen one or two, but quite enjoyed them,” she said easily.

“And do you like flowers?”

“Always, my lord. They are quite lovely and cheering.”

“And your favorite sweet?”

“My favorite sweet?” Lisa grinned and teased. “Will you cook it for me?”

He laughed at the suggestion. “Not I. But my cook is known to make the best pastries in London and I would be pleased to have her make whatever you like. I could then bring it to you tomorrow if you would allow it.”