Dinner went well. Exceptionally well in fact. I really had to admire Jack. He was trying so hard for me. I couldn't believe that he would do it but he really didn't seem to mind. His manners were perfect. No one would have been able to tell he just learned them that afternoon. It was really quite amazing. As we left our table, I paused for a moment. Jack stopped and turned to me.

"Thank you so much for doing this for me." I said quietly, so my father wouldn't hear. Jack shrugged. "It's no big deal." "Yes it is." I said more forcefully. "I mean, you didn't have to do this. You could have said no. I would have respected that." "Yeah, but," Jack looked at me hard, "I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it for you." I smiled, embarrassed. "Well, you're the perfect gentlemen." I said, truthfully. "Yeah?" "Yeah."

"Hey, are you two coming?" Johnny called over his shoulder. We smiled to each other, and headed out the door. We took the carriage to the theater. It was really rather silly, considering we could have just walked; it was only a block away. "What are we seeing?" Johnny asked. That was a good question. In all the rush before, no one had thought to ask.

"We are seeing William Shakespeare's �Twelfth Night'. It's a comedy and I've heard that it's excellent." I tried not to smirk. I had a little secret. I had already seen �Twelfth Night'. I didn't mention it because then I would have to explain when and where I had seen it. When we lived in London I had been incredibly bored one day and I snuck into an old theater and watched a the cast perform a dress rehearsal of the play.