You are at a private ball, and you are weary of the same ladies who swoon over you because they know that you are Lord Wellington. You are dressed in your blue silk brocade and of course, as a gentleman, you always carry your sword. You think that it is silly that noblemen carry such weapons to distinguish themselves [1] (Moser), but you do anyways because it is the fashionable thing to do. As you peruse the crowd for new faces, a young lady sitting by herself and looking quite timid strikes your attention. You decide to make her acquaintance and request for the honor to dance with her.

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