In slow stately ballroom style, she dances in triple time, a stylistically refined minuet, with her partner but not in step.

He being mesmerised with her beguiling beauty, and electric personality, as the orchestra plays in ambiguous tempo or so he says

Not tiring, Fanny looks to refresh her performance by swapping dance partners, and so I move swiftly in

No need for introductions as we sweep across a now sparse dance floor, looking up and nothing more

Dance, dance, dance the minuet, keep it tight, keep it in step

Dance, dance, dance the minuet, Fanny Arlington  no regrets

“Perhaps kind sir it’s time to rest I feel my heart racing through my breasts I cannot perceive what may ensue if I continue this minuet with you”

So  from the floor we quickly leave and separate to give relief, so that Fanny has chance to catch her breath, just before she lapses into death....

RIP my Fanny Arlington