Dancing around the dining room with her felt as though my life were as perfect as it could be. I were twenty six and she was sixteen but everyone who saw us could tell that Mary Jane Kelly and I were meant to be. As we danced her long curls jumped about her shoulders and swayed with her as the two glided across the floor; her eyes sparkled beneath the lights with happiness and love. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her father, Harry Gregory, and step-mother, Louise Gregory, waltzing around the room behind us - I couldn't help but imagine us to one day be a happy family. To the side of the room my dearest friend, William Hare, sat smiling as he watched me dance with the woman I would someday make my wife. All in the room was perfect; even Mary Pearcey, now close friend of Louise, was smiling for the first time that I had ever seen. Once the song had finished and Gordon, who had revealed himself to be quite the cello player, had left us to our evening I bowed to Mary and she gave a slight  courtesy in return; kissing her hand I walked her back to Hare so that him  and I could bid the family our farewells.
From Harry I received a firm but kind handshake and all three women bowed their heads and smiled as my companion and I left them to their night. I did not see Miss Pearcey leave but she must have done soon after we did; we often asked if she would care for us to accompany her to her room but she never failed to politely refuse us both. Hare and I took a slow walk back to our small house knowing that the streets were finally safe and then shut ourselves away for the night. Once again, like I had done for the many months in which I had been courting Mary Jane Kelly I dreamt happily in my bed without a single fear or concern.