The flowers weren't particularly good candidates for the job, but they worked well enough for Nick to snatch one from the air as he rode by.
He finally slowed the horse to a halt beneath Evelina's box. All eyes were on the lithe, hawk-faced young showman as he raised the rose in salute.
...He was impossible to refuse...His eyes held her, electric with the triumph of the performance.
Evelina was mesmerized...Even if she could have heard him speak over the wild audience, nothing was necessary. Everything was clear.
I just want to stick with Evelina while she has this moment! But no, we have to go back to Lord Bancroft's POV. *sigh*