If King was less enthused to see him, or had made any appearance of suspicion in his expression, Nick had deliberately ignored it; if his own gaze had raked over King’s face, he was too busy noting where he looked different and where he looked the same. More cryptic now, and closed-off; but he was still dressed well, still dark-haired and casually handsome.
“Ah, I might have to do the same,” Nick exclaimed in easy agreement, as if he had been considering much the same thing too, and as if their old friendship hadn’t faded for so much as a day in all that intervening time. “Wasn’t it witty! And the fellow who played that Lord Whats-his-name –” he whistled gently to express his admiration, “wasn’t he something?” He meant his acting, of course. (Although...)
“Do you come much?” Nick added, with a vague wave about them to mean to the theatre.
“Ah, I might have to do the same,” Nick exclaimed in easy agreement, as if he had been considering much the same thing too, and as if their old friendship hadn’t faded for so much as a day in all that intervening time. “Wasn’t it witty! And the fellow who played that Lord Whats-his-name –” he whistled gently to express his admiration, “wasn’t he something?” He meant his acting, of course. (Although...)
“Do you come much?” Nick added, with a vague wave about them to mean to the theatre.
