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“Bennet harrumphed, annoyance building within his breast. Was he required to spell it out for them both? Had he thought them poorly suited he might have held his tongue, but Mr. Darcy’s intelligence alone was enough to ensure Elizabeth would have a happy life with him, a matter which had always given Bennet much concern. Most men did not wish for a clever wife. It was clear to him they belonged together, or at least they would suit each other well.”

“As soon as they had exited Longbourn, Bingley let out a hearty laugh and said, “Darcy, pray do tell me what happened in there!” “Whatever do you mean?” Darcy inquired. “I mean you and Mr. Wickham! That, my dear friend, was the closest thing to a cock fight I have ever witnessed!” Bingley’s face was smiling so broadly that Darcy suspected his cheeks must hurt.”

“And so you see, sir, your daughter's future would be well-secured." Darcy finished his enumerations of his significant holdings and sat back, at once satisfied and awkward. Was this not the part of the proceedings where the minor country squire jumped for joy? Where was all the jumping? "Yes," said Mr. Bennet. "You have been most... thorough in your recitation. I have no fear for the state of her clothes or carriages.”

“Then Darcy could think of absolutely nothing more to say. Mrs. Reynolds had withdrawn, having clearly ascertained that the master of the house needed nothing more from her. She was mistaken, of course. But the age in which he could run and hide his face in her skirts had ended more than twenty years ago.”

“There have been misunderstandings between us aplenty, Miss Bennet, and I would prefer to speak plainly to ensure I am understood. Your reproofs at Hunsford were correct, and I have attempted to amend my behavior in the time since. Nothing has changed with respect to my feelings for you, but this time I would prefer to allow my actions to speak to my attentions, with an eye toward showing you the true measure of my character. That is, if you will allow it.”

“Elizabeth laughed and pushed her father's shoulder. "Go, Papa, and be kind to him. I love him so. And it would be to your advantage to be on his good side." Mr. Bennet raised his eyebrows. "Oh, and why is that?" Because I have seen both his libraries in London and at Pemberley, Papa." Interested and amused, Mr. Bennet said, "Ahh, and are they very grand, Lizzy?" A more exquisite sight you will not see," she assured him.”

“His reason for coming strengthened his resolve, and without further delay, his words spilled out. "Mr. Bennet, I request a private audience with Miss Bennet." The room was thick with silence. Elizabeth blinked several times, trying to convince herself she had heard him correctly. The heaviness that had settled over her heart lifted, and her mouth turned up into a small smile. Before her father could respond to Mr. Darcy's request, they heard her mother blurt, "Good Lord! It is about time!”

“In their own brief conversations, he had the distinct impression that she was toying with him, verbally challenging him to a duel that she was certain to win, for she established the rules and kept them a secret from him. As perplexing as this was, he found her game engaging, and he inexplicably wanted more of it.”

“Thank you Mr. Bingley,” said Elizabeth, wondering not for the first time how he could be so very different to his sister. It was as if there had only been so much goodness in his family to go around, and he had laid claim to all of it.”

“I oughtn’t to have eaten so much,” Richard groaned, laying a hand on his slim midsection. “Not when I am not marching to burn it off.” “You might march, if you wish,” Darcy remarked, from his seat in the corner. “Rise with the rooster and plot a route around the grounds. I shall give Georgiana leave to heckle you, if you are missing regimental life so sorely.” Richard grinned. “Thank you, no. I have been on the receiving end of Georgiana’s heckling before and she is a crueller drill-sergeant than any who wears colours. No, I shall embark on some easier exercise, I think. Perhaps a ride.”

“The colonel laughed, effectively halting Bingley's speech. "Uncharacteristically reclusive? Do we speak if the same man? Darcy's very character is defined by his reclusiveness! He prefers to keep his own counsel, especially when he ought to do the opposite - the bacon-brained buffoon.”

“He might, at last, be allowed to speak to Mary unguarded and learn a little more about her. He did not know why she had lodged herself so firmly in his mind but that she was so unlike the young ladies he usually met. So unlike her sisters! This was perhaps a part of it. He had sensed something in Mary that he knew all too well in himself: the pain of being overlooked by one’s immediate family. It was plain that Mary’s father preferred clever, outgoing Elizabeth and Kitty was her mother’s favourite. Mary was...Mary. She is an enigma, Richard thought, letting the noise of his cousins’ conversation drop to a low lull at the back of his mind. And I am intrigued by her.”

“Fitzwilliam sauntered into his study without so much as a by your leave, and in his wake followed Anne and Georgiana. Darcy directed a pointed look at his sister, knowing it was likely at her instigation that they had come, but for once Georgiana did not duck her head or avoid his gaze; instead, his kitten of a sister seemed to have turned into a tiger overnight, and Darcy wondered what other havoc Miss Elizabeth would wreak on his life.”

“Indeed, Miss Bennet. Or you would be less inclined to leave your handkerchiefs behind you." He stooped, then, to retrieve something, and Mary was astonished to find that yes, again, she had let slip a cotton square. Mortified, she reached for it, but his hand was quicker, and he held it up for her. "Do you have a certain disdain for these cloths, Miss Bennet, or is it some code?" he straightened, peering over his shoulder. "Perhaps a cry for help?”

“Since spring, I have reason to believe that the stories Mr. Wickham told us of his misfortunes at the hands of Mr. Darcy were exaggerated, if not outright falsehoods.” Bennet felt his brow rising of its own accord, and Elizabeth could not meet his gaze. There was a story of which he was not aware, but as his youngest may, at that moment, be throwing herself into the power of a scoundrel, Bennet knew it was not the time to pursue it.”

“I will tell you the story of my life. The story of nameless events that I intentionally never wished to name. We give names to the things that we don’t want to forget, but I have no fear of forgetting. Events that are so dramatic that they affect the lives of us all are never forgotten. They are always remembered with the same intensity, whether they destroy your heart or make it glorious…”

“Mary had found Miss Darcy – or Georgiana, as she insisted upon being called – to be what the perfect younger sister should be. Interesting but quiet. Happy but not boisterous. Eager to be part of a party but without the compulsion to be the center of attention.”

“She knew that, in her family, Lydia was always the first to gallop off to do something, and rarely, if ever, did any of her sisters run along with her. Even Kitty would follow in a more ladylike fashion. It was just how Lydia was. Exuberance poured from her in streams or, more precisely, like loud, babbling brooks that hopped here and there.”

“If she caused him pain, she was sorry for it as she would be for any man whose proposal she was obliged to refuse. But even at a moment when most men would have shown tenderness and vulnerability, he had still been as proud, arrogant and conceited as ever. He still showed a selfish disdain for the feelings of other people.”

“Aunt,” said Elizabeth, as Mrs. Gardiner buttoned up her gown. “May I ask you a question that may seem impertinent and shocking?” “Of course you may. Those are my favourite kinds of questions,” said her aunt, smiling at her through the reflection in the mirror.”

“Well, Mary!” Her eyes danced with merriment. “I do believe this might be a very exciting Christmas after all! I never did imagine we should meet anybody worth knowing in Kent, but look, our very first evening and we have met Gentlemen!” She capitalized the word as if to give it an even greater degree of importance and Mary frowned, wishing her sister cared for something beyond the meeting of and flirting with gentlemen.”

“It was easily one of the best sermons she had heard and delivered with a confidence she had not thought her cousin capable of possessing. She turned to Charlotte, saw her friend’s eyes bright with pride and affection and realized, for the first time, that perhaps Charlotte’s marriage to Mr Collins was not merely an agreement of convenience.”

“His dress was fashionable but had a certain rumpled appearance of one who is distracted rather than careless.”

“Who can explain the laws of attraction that beset a person for whom one source of love and comfort is lost, and yet another arrives to replace it?”

“Is this a conspiracy to find me a wife? Are engagements infectious? When one has been announced, it needs must be followed by another?”

“I should have known you were no better than the rest of them. You are only a man, you do not have the ability to control yourself, but she," Lady Catherine nodded sagely, "she knew exactly what she was doing. Fluffing her feathers and shaking her tail for you! It was disgraceful!”

“I am not surprised. Lizzy, you have grown up without brothers, so you are perhaps unaware that, although we may manage to force a veneer of civility on young boys, they are in truth young savages, and I can attest to that as a former young boy myself." He smiled at her. "Then we send those young savages away to school with other young savages, and we pretend that what occurs at those schools is something other that uncontrolled savagery. Unfortunately, it is precisely that.”