His accent was quite different to that of the Laurent’s and Angélique, more obvious and he himself seemed so formal, but still a dance was a dance and it got the man out of his shell.
"I think you speak English very well, Monsieur Belmont, better than my French I'm sure." Patience quickly checked her dance card to make sure that particular dance was still available and gave him a small smile. "I would be delighted to dance the gavotte with you."
He was attractive in his own way, for a civil servant, but his father’s rank didn’t change that he was of revolutionary stock. Still, one wouldn’t be impolite.