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“Why yes--I must admit, miss, that I was waiting for the dance to end so that I could. I saw you from across the room and I had to.” He didn’t admit that he had circled the room so that he could watch her, hoping to cut in at some point. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“I don’t mind.” Truly, he didn’t--much as he liked dancing, the dance was inconsequential. He wanted to talk to her, and the dance was an excuse. “Ah, this one is a Landler, one of my favorites...Schubert, I believe.” he commented upon hearing the band warm up. “Shall we, Miss..oh, forgive me, I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Victor, Victor Laszlo.”