Mr. Grayson made a show of smiling at the jest. But his grin faded, and for a moment Sophia saw what she had never before noticed, in those dozen occasions. It cost him something, that roguish smile. Behind it, he looked … weary. Empathy gripped her before she could push it away. She’ d spent many evenings in many ballrooms, struggling under the weight of feigned levity. Fooling everyone but herself.