So here he was, at another ball, still dodging various mammas who hadn’t caught on yet, but without the prospect of seeing Matthias to look forward to.
Even as the thought crossed his mind, Nick saw a familiar, broad-shouldered figure at the other end of the ballroom. Nick wanted nothing more than to greet him warmly—as warmly as two gentlemen were allowed to greet one another in public, in any case. But after their last encounter, he had no idea how Matthias would react. After several moments’ indecision, Nick began making his way through the crowd; he had never known Matthias to make a scene and he couldn’t imagine the man beginning at Lady Ferrand’s ball.
He’d managed to work his way halfway through the ballroom when their eyes met. Nick stood caught in that icy, grey gaze, then Matthias inclined his head slightly toward the French doors that led out to the garden. Nick nodded and changed direction as he redoubled his efforts to get through the crush.