Once they got clear of the Spij the canal broadened and Monmouth executed a dramatic spin – lots of flesh and bone moving fast – not really graceful, but she couldn't not look. If anything, he was a more accomplished skater than Eliza. He saw Eliza watching, and assumed she was admiring, him. 'During the Interregnum I divided my time between here and Paris,' he explained, 'and spent many hours on these canals – where did you learn, mademoiselle?'