““I apologize," Eleanor said in a quiet voice. "I did not mean to be impolite. Or improper." She raised her eyes to his face. "It seems as though I have been nothing but both of those things since we were introduced." His expression froze, and Eleanor felt as though she were moving in slow motion again, that spun-sugar feeling catching her limbs and making it impossible to move. As though there were only the two of them in this world.””
