“It’s an important introduction.” Rowles shrugged. “All those dowagers think quite highly of their opinion, but since the ton echoes whatever they say with near-Biblical obedience, it’s not an introduction one wishes to meet with anything other than fear and trembling.”

“Indeed, and the fear and trembling are present.” Morgan turned his face heavenward, as if petitioning the Almighty for help.

“Also, I should tell you…” Rowles leaned forward. “I’m leaving town next week for Cambridge.”

“Pressing business at the university? Did your replacement not work out?” Morgan asked.

“No, nothing to do with the university. As far as I’m aware, my replacement is doing well. It’s for me to get away, you understand.”

“Of course, a safe journey then. How long will you be staying?”

“A week or two. I haven’t decided, but I thought you should know since your sister may ask questions and that way you shall have answers, should you need them.”

Morgan gave a dry chuckle. “I’m hoping that all questions will soon cease.”

“To aid you, I’ll brave Almack’s tonight.”

“I’d be most grateful, and so would my lack of patience.”

Rowles chuckled. “I’ll see you there then.” He stood and shook Morgan’s hand when he did the same. “It was good to see you.”

“You as well, old friend.”

Morgan left, leaving Rowles once again alone with his thoughts.

Tonight.

He would see Joan tonight.

And it might be the last time for a while, which was bittersweet.

He’d drink in the sight of her and hold it close, and then he would remind himself that she was worthy of a far better man.

One that wasn’t chased by shadows.

Rowles considered the clock, his mind doing some quick calculations. He had more than enough time to go to the Burlington Arcade and stop by Hoby’s for another pair of boots. His hadn’t been replaced since he’d fallen in the Serpentine. He had his Hessians for this evening, but suddenly getting out of the house held great appeal.