The thought irritated him.
He looked toward the window. That was why he had attended the Noorwood Ball. It wasn't the music or loud company that brought him. If so, he would have preferred to spend his time in the company of drinks and naked women.
And certainly not because he suddenly wished to spend an evening surrounded by London's most determined mothers. That, was among the things that irked him about social gatherings.
He had gone because he needed knowledge. He needed to see what was available. He needed to remind himself that if he chose to marry, he would have options.
Moreover, he wanted to give his mother the satisfaction of making him engage with social events. Whatever it is to spare him from her daily dose of lengthy discussion regarding suitable young ladies.
So he watched that day. He watched the young ladies dance and watched mothers watch him.
