Final Request

The leveller came knocking on her door.
She made him welcome, offered him some tea,
Inquired why he hadn't come before
And indicated timidly that she
Would gladly come – couldn't remember how
She'd entertained a man, or felt the ruse
Of dancing, talking – with a formal bow
Her partner bade her say what tune they'd choose
And linking arms they danced into the night –
No man before had seen her face so bright.