Linus rose slowly on unsteady legs and fought to slow his ragged breathing. He'd done his best to behave in a polite and gentlemanly manner; yet she'd as near as spat in his face. Apparently, a gracious and demure refusal was simply to much to expect from the much-vaunted Lady Scarlet.
Her parents were foolish to have named her such since it's not as if she actually had been...scarlet that is. Wiping his knife on the hem of her gown and straightening his cravat, he took justifiable pride in having corrected that particular misnomer.