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Chapter One.

Scene; The Meryton Assembly.

While Mr. Bingley was pleasant to everyone and most willing to dance, his friend was very different. Mr. Darcy danced only three times and spent the rest of the evening walking about the room speaking occasionally to his own party or the only other person he condescended to dance with.

His character was decided, he was one of the most disagreeable and prod men in the world and nearly everyone hoped he would never come back again. Amongst the few people who half wished he would come again was Mrs. Bennet. This was due to his having danced with one of her daughters.

Miss. Elizabeth Bennet had been forced to sit out two dances by the scarcity of gentlemen and during that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing closer enough for her to over hear a conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, who had come from a dance to persuade him to join it.

'Come Darcy, I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing around in this stupid manner. You had much better come and dance.' Bingley said.

'I shall not. You know how I detest it, especially if I am unacquainted with my partner.

Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room I would consider dancing with.'

'I would not be so fastidious as you are, for a Kingdom!' Bingley cried.

'Well, that is the difference between you and I, Bingley. I sure you think that you have never seen so many pleasant girls in all your life and that several of them are very pretty.'

Bingley could not but laugh at this and said,

'Darcy, you always amaze me! I can never understand why you are always displeased with everything and everyone. Why is it that you are not surprised by anything and I always am?'

'It is simply that I always expect the worse and view everything badly until I am proved wrong. That way there is never any disappointment. If I am wrong, I humbly accept it but I never usually wrong.' Darcy said, gravely.

Bingley laughed again and Elizabeth could barely contain herself. Mr. Darcy was not proud, he was simply rather vain and a little pompous.

'You had better return to your charming partner, she is the only handsome woman in the room.'

'I shall, when you agree to dance with one of her sisters!' Bingley cried.

'You are determined to have me dance, very well Bingley I shall dance, but do not expect me to be charming or enjoy it.' Darcy said, resigned to his fate.

'Very well.' Bingley smiled and quickly walked of to get his partner, the eldest Miss. Bennet.

They returned and Jane was introduced to Mr. Darcy. Then they turned to where Elizabeth was and Jane introduced her to Mr. Darcy.

'Lizzy this Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy, my younger sister, Miss. Elizabeth Bennet.' Jane said.

They bowed to each other and Mr. Darcy politely said, 'It is a pleasure to meet you Miss. Bennet.'

'Mr. Darcy.' Elizabeth said, coldly.

Mr. Darcy looked at her. She had, in fact, a rather pretty face and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. 'If you are not otherwise engaged, you do me the honour of being my partner for the next two dances?' Darcy said, even more politely.

'Thank you. I am not engaged.' Elizabeth said, rather surprised by his politeness.

Mr. Bingley and Miss. Bennet left them and walked over to where his sisters were standing as the dance had finished by now and Elizabeth was left alone with Mr. Darcy.

'I understand you do not live very far from Meryton, Miss. Bennet?' Mr. Darcy said as he led her to the dance.

'Yes, that is correct, Mr. Darcy. We live in Longbourn which is a mile from Meryton.' Elizabeth said, as they took their places in the dance.

'I see. It is a convenient distant for you and your sister to come into town then?' Mr. Darcy said, trying to sound interested.

'Yes, most convenient. We often come in to visit our Aunt, Mrs. Philips and sometimes we visit the Milliners shop. That is a great favourite with my younger sisters.' Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

To say Mr. Darcy fell head over ears in love would be untrue, men like Mr. Darcy do not fall in love like that, but he was certainly attracted by this young woman. Her smile lit up her fine eyes and he realised that she really was very pretty, perhaps his time in Meryton would not be so insupportable after all.

Chapter Two.

After their dance together, Mr. Darcy walked off with Elizabeth and as they found somewhere to stand he said, 'That was most enjoyable, Miss. Bennet. I am glad I decide to dance after all.' Mr. Darcy said, almost smiling for he was pleased that he had danced with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled and said, 'I have proved to you wrong then Mr. Darcy. You do not detest dancing with ladies you are unacquainted with.'

Mr. Darcy looked surprised but he could not help smiling at her artfulness. No other woman had ever been so bold towards him and he began to have an idea Miss. Bennet couldn't care one bit if he had ten thousand a year and a fine house in Derbyshire. He was pleased if it was true but he felt unsure of how to deal with this pretty young woman who challenged him, teased him and spoke her mind.

'Yes, you have proved me wrong in some part. I shall not dance again though for we still do not know each other intimately and I believe I am wanted by party.' He said, seeing that Caroline Bingley was looking about the room for him.

Elizabeth turned away, to hide her smile and then very gravely said, 'You know that there is phrase that goes along the lines of vanity being great weakness Mr. Darcy, though I sure you have not heard of such country saying.'

Mr. Darcy smiled, bent forward slightly and quietly said, 'You are quite mistaken. I have heard of the phrase and vanity is not a great weakness, it is the worst of weaknesses, especially when it is a young lady's vanity.'

Elizabeth was very surprised by his slyness and change in manner and for a moment she could not help but stare at his handsome face. This man was a mystery to her and apart from enjoying studying characters and laughing at the strangeness of human nature, she was extremely curious. She long to understand this man better, despite her dislike of him and to do that she would have to spend time with him.

'Thank you for the dance Miss. Bennet.' Mr. Darcy said, seeing that Caroline Bingley was heading towards him. He gently took Elizabeth's slim, gloved hand in his own and bending down his bestowed a kiss on it. He then solemnly walked off to meet Miss. Bingley.

Elizabeth stared after him, he really was a puzzle to her and Elizabeth hated puzzles. She had to understand him.

The Bennet family finally returned home after an exciting and enjoyable evening. They found Mr. Bennet still up; with a book, he lost all track of time and Mrs. Bennet immediately began to tell him all about the ball.

'Oh my dear, we have had such an evening!' Mrs. Bennet said, as she entered the room.

'I wished you had been there, it was a most excellent ball. Everyone said how well Jane looked, Mr. Bingley thought her the most beautiful creature there, which of course she was and danced with her twice! Only think of that my dear! He actually danced with her twice and she was the only creature in the room that he asked a second time! First of all he danced with Charlotte Lucas which vexed me but then he danced with Jane. He had seen her going down the room and came and found out who she was and then he asked her to dance the next two. Then he...'

'If he had had any compassion for me, he would have sprained his ankle in the first dance!'

'But my dear, his was so very handsome and so excessively agreeable! I am delighted with and his sisters are such charming women! They had such fine dresses, I dare say the lace on Mrs. Hurst gown...' Mrs. Bennet continued.

'No lace Mrs. Bennet. Absolutely no lace or description of the ladies gowns, I beg of you!' Mr. Bennet cried.

'But my dear, Mr. Bingley's friend! He danced only three times and walked about the room the rest of the evening, thinking he was so very high and mighty. He is one of the most horrid, proudest men I have ever seen. My only consolation is that he danced with Lizzy.' Mrs. Bennet said, trying to find another way to talk about the ball.

'Danced with my little Lizzy did he?' Mr. Bennet said, more interested now.

'Yes, Papa. Though I'm not quite sure I want to repeat the experience. He is quite a puzzle to me.' Elizabeth said, smiling at her father.

'Is he? Well, he must be an usually gentleman to be a puzzle to you, Lizzy.' Mr. Bennet said, smiling a little at his favourite daughter.

'Yes, he must!' Elizabeth said, laughing slightly.

Chapter Three.

Scene; Jane and Elizabeth's bedroom, Longbourn House.

When Jane and Elizabeth were alone in Jane's room, Jane expressed her delight at Mr. Bingley. She had been cautious before but she could not be so with Elizabeth.

'He was exactly what a young man should be, sensible, good humoured and I never saw such happy manners.' Jane said, smiling.

'He is also handsome and wealthy which a man young man should be if he possibly can. His character is now complete.' Elizabeth said, gravely.

Jane chose to ignore this and carried on with,

'I was very flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect a compliment of that kind.'

'I knew you would not. However, I did and that is one of the great differences between us. Compliments always surprise you and me never. There was nothing more natural than his asking you to dance again, he could not help seeing you were five times prettier than any other woman in the room.

He is certainly very agreeable, I give you leave to like him as you have liked many a stupider person.' Elizabeth said, rather seriously.

'Dearest Lizzy!' Jane cried, half laughing.

'Oh, you are far to apt to like people in general. You never see anyone's faults. All the world is agreeable in your eyes, I have never heard you speak ill of one human being in my whole life.'

Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

'I do not wish to be hasty in censuring any one, but I always speak what I think.' Jane said.

'I know you do and that is what amazes me. With your good sense, how can you be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others! Candour is common enough but to be candid without design, to take the good of everyone's character and make it still better and say nothing of the bad belongs to you alone. You like this man's sisters too do you? Their manners are certainly nothing to his.' Elizabeth said, smiling.

'Certainly not at first but they are very pleasing women when you talk with them. Miss. Bingley is to live with her brother and keep house and I am sure we shall find her a very charming neighbour.'

Elizabeth was uncertain and slowly said,

'Perhaps, but I warn you to be careful of yourself. They are very fine ladies and they may tend to be proud and conceited. You must also be careful of Mr. Bingley's friend. I am sure he will have some power over Mr. Bingley, though I can not quite work out how much as I can not understand Mr. Darcy.'

'I shall be careful if you will not condemn Mr. Darcy too much. I am sure he is a clever and though his manners are well bred, they are not inviting.' Jane said, smiling.

'Very well, I shall except that.' Elizabeth said, not quite returning her sister's smile.

Mr. Darcy had seen very little to be impressed with at Meryton; Jane was right, he was clever but he was haughty, reserve and quite fastidious, apart from being a little vain. He did acknowledge that Miss. Bennet was pretty but she smiled too much and he hardly even mention Miss. Elizabeth, though Miss. Bingley tried to tease him about and her pretty face and beautiful eyes that played on his mind.

Miss. Bingley and her sister liked and admired Miss. Bennet and she was pronounced a sweet girls. Their brother, therefore, felt authorized by such a commendation to think of her as he chose.

Chapter Three.

Near the Bennets lived a family with whom they were particularly intimate. The Lucases lived had lived at Lucas Lodge since Sir. William had been given a knighthood and left his trade in Meryton. Between the eldest Miss. Lucas, a sensible young woman of twenty seven and Elizabeth there was a very firm, steady and lively friendship and that the Miss. Bennets and the Miss. Lucuses should meet to discuss the ball was absolutely necessary.

'You began the evening well Charlotte, you were Mr. Bingley's first choice.' Mrs. Bennet said.

'Yes, but I rather think he preferred his second.' Charlotte said, smiling.

'Oh, I suppose you mean Jane, well yes that is true.'

Mrs. Bennet said, trying to sound unconcerned.

'Did I tell you that I over heard Mr. Robinson ask Mr. Bingley how he liked our Meryton Assemblies and which women he thought the prettiest and Mr. Bingley answering; "Oh the eldest Miss. Bennet without a doubt!"

'My that is very definite!' Mrs. Bennet cried.

'My overhearings were a little less interesting or profitable than yours Eliza. To be the only other woman Mr. Darcy dance with apart from his own party, Lucky Eliza! It must show he has good taste if nothing else!' Charlotte said.

'I beg you will not put idea into Lizzy that she should be flattered by Mr. Darcy's treatment.' Said Mrs. Bennet.

'I would hardly say it was profitable Charlotte. The man is still a mystery to me.' Elizabeth said.

'He has a right to have pride you know, he does have the right to be a mystery to us mere mortals.' Charlotte said, smiling.

'Charlotte!' Elizabeth cried laughing, 'You are right but he is not proud, I have quite forgiven his proud as he so flattered mine. I have decided he is only rather vain and a little pompous and reserved.'

'If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy I should not care now vain and pompous I was' Piped up a young Lucas who had come with his sisters. 'I would keep a pack of fox hounds and drink a bottle of wine every day!'

'Then you should drink a great more than you ought and I should take the bottle away from you.' Cried Mrs. Bennet.

'You would not!' Cried to young Lucas and the argument only ended the visit.

The ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield and the due was soon returned. The pleasing manners of Miss. Bennet grew on the good will of Miss. Bingley and Mrs. Hurst and though Mrs. Bennet and the younger girls were found to be intolerable and hardly worth speaking to; a wish of being better acquainted with them, was expressed towards the eldest Miss. Bennets. Jane took pleasure in this attention but Elizabeth still saw they treatment of everyone as supercilious hardly accepting their sister and she could not like them. Though they kindness to Jane did seem to arising from their brother's admiration. It was generally evident when Mr. Bingley and Jane met that he did admire her and to Elizabeth it was equally evident it was evident that Jane was yielding to the preference which she had begun to entertain for him at first. Elizabeth mention this to Charlotte Lucas.

'May be all very well Eliza for Jane to be so guarded and pleasant but it does not do

Mr. Bingley much good. If she does not show her affection how can he know if she likes him and how can he be encouraged to fall in love with her if he has nothing to go on. It is much better for a woman to show more affection than she really feels.' Charlotte said.

'But she helps him on as much as her temper will allow. If I can see her regard for him he was be a simpleton indeed not to see it too.' Elizabeth said.

'Yes, but remember Eliza, he does not know Jane's position as you do.' Charlotte said.

'But if a woman is partial to a man and she does not try hide it then he must find out' Elizabeth said.

'Perhaps he must if he spends enough time with her. Jane and Bingley have spent time together it is true but it has always been in large crowds. Jane should make the most of every half an hour she can command his attention. When she is sure she has secured him then she can be at leisure to fall in love as much as she chooses.'

'You plan is a good one,' Replied Elizabeth 'when there is nothing but the desire of being married well and if I were determined to get a husband I should use it. However, these are not Jane's feeling and she is not acting by design. She can not be certain of her own feeling or how reasonable they are, she has only know him a fortnight.'

'Yes but she has spent four evenings with him and that may do a great deal.' Charlotte said.

'I do not imagine that more than which card game they prefer has been discussed.' Elizabeth said.

'Well I heartily wish Jane all the happiness in the world. If she married him tomorrow she would be as happy as if she waited a twelvemonth. Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. There will always be greed and vexation so it is better to know as little as possible of your partner's faults as possible.' Charlotte replied.

Elizabeth laughed and said,

'You know that is not wise Charlotte, you would never act that way yourself.'

In watching Bingley's attention towards her sister Elizabeth had not noticed the increased attention of his friend towards herself. Mr. Darcy had been thinking of her ever since the ball and her pretty face and dark beautiful eyes would not playing on his mind. He began to want to know more of her and so he would listen to her conversations. This puzzled Elizabeth but she did not object as it gave her a opportunity to understand him better.

She began to tease him about what she had talked of and it was at a large party at Sir. William Lucas's that she turned at Mr. Darcy and said,

'Do you not think I expressed myself well when I was teasing Colonel Foster about his giving us a ball?'

He smiled and solemnly said,

'With great energy, Miss. Bennet, but such a subject makes ladies energetic.'

Elizabeth laughed and said,

'You are very serve upon us, Mr. Darcy.'

'It will soon be her turn to be teased. I am going to open the piano and you know what follows, Eliza.' Charlotte said

'You are a very strange friend, always wanting me to sing and play in front of everyone. If my vanity had taken a musical turn you would be invaluable but as it is I would rather not play'

'You are the most pleasing player in the room and Mr. Darcy has never heard you, Eliza.' Charlotte replied.

'It would be great pleasure to hear you Miss. Bennet. I have heard much praise of your musical talent and I should like to judge for myself.' Mr. Darcy said, smiling a little.

'Very well, if it must be so.' and with that Elizabeth took her place at the piano.

Chapter Four.

Mr. Darcy listen carefully to Elizabeth's playing. He was flattered that she had agree to play for him and though she was by no means the most talent player he had ever heard, she had good voice and charming, unaffected way of playing. He was delighted with her performance and he had really begun to consider one of the most handsome and charming woman of his acquaintance.

After Elizabeth had played a song or two, Mary took her place and after long concerto she was forced to play lively Scot and Irish airs for her younger sisters and some of the Lucases and officers to dance to. Elizabeth's playing was by no means the best but she had entertained the room far better than her sisters playing.

Mr. Darcy watched to dancing in silence, half disproving and half wishing he might dance with the woman whose beauty so played on his mind. He was so concentrated on his thoughts that he did not notice his neighbour was Sir. William until Sir. William began with,

'Delightful entertainment for young people Mr. Darcy. Nothing like dancing, I consider one of the signs of the every polished society.'

'True. Dancing, certain types of dancing are certainly part of every polished society. However, dancing can also be part of every unpolished society, every savage can dance.' Mr. Darcy said, a smile playing on his lips.

'Your friend certainly enjoys,' Sir. William continued as he saw Bingley joined the group, 'I am sure you are equally apt it yourself, Mr. Darcy.'

'I am sure you saw me dance at Meryton.' Mr. Darcy said, now trying to get rid of Sir. William as he had seen Elizabeth was approaching.

'Indeed, I did. We were all very flattered by your choice to dance with our own local beauty, though, Miss. Elizabeth is not generally considered the most beautiful.' Sir. William said.

He saw Elizabeth moving towards them and he was struck by a very gallant notion and called out to her,

'Miss. Eliza, why are you not dancing?

Mr. Darcy this is a very desirable partner for you. I am sure you can not refuse to dance when so much beauty is before you.' Sir. William said and taking her hand was about to give it to

Mr. Darcy who, despite being surprised, was quite willing to dance. Elizabeth however, drew back and said,

'Indeed Sir, I had no intention of dancing. I beg you not to think I moved this way to beg for a partner.'

'It would be a great honour if you would consent to dance with me, Miss. Bennet.' Mr. Darcy said politely, trying to sound as gentlemanly as he could with Sir. William there.

Elizabeth, who really had had no intention to dance was surprised. She could hardly refuse such a request and she had never found Mr. Darcy so capable of being agreeable.

'Thank you, it shall be a great pleasure.' Elizabeth said.

Mr. Darcy took her hand and they walked over to the dance.

'I real did not intend to dance, Mr. Darcy.' Elizabeth said as the dancing began.

'I know that very well. I know you would not be so artful simply find a dancing partner.' He said, looking at her.

'Indeed, you understand me that much do you. I wish I could say the same Mr. Darcy.' Elizabeth said, surprised.

'I think I understand you in some part. I have tried to study your character.' Mr. Darcy said.

'Indeed, well I am also a studier of character, Mr. Darcy and you remain a mystery to me.'

Mr. Darcy laughed, he could not help it and then he looked at Elizabeth, still smiling.

'Am I really a mystery Miss. Bennet? I am sure you are far too good a studies of character not to be able to understand me.' He said.

' Well, it seems we share a fascination with human nature if we share nothing else Mr. Darcy.' Elizabeth said, feeling very confused. The dance ended and Mr. Darcy said,

'Perhaps when you understand me better you will find we shared than just that, Miss. Bennet. Thank you for the dance, Good Evening.' He said and took her hand and kissed it, then he bowed and walked off. Elizabeth was left completely amazed and finally remember her purpose for moving that way she went to scold her younger sisters for exposing themselves to public ridicule.

As Mr. Darcy crossed the room he was accosted by Miss. Bingley.

'That must have been a most insupportable trail for you Mr. Darcy. I suppose she talked nonsense and tried to flatter you all the time.' She said, smiling archly.

'You are quite wrong. It was a most enjoyable dance and Miss. Bennet talked with remarkable sense and did not attempt to flatter me once.' Mr. Darcy said, very gravely.

'But you are now thinking how unfashionable she is and how she is really the commonest of country girls with hardly a good feature in her face.' Miss. Bingley said, floundering hopelessly.

'Again you are quite mistaken, I was consider the very pleasing feeling a pair of beautiful, dark eyes and the face of a pretty woman can bestow.' Mr. Darcy said with great courage and walked way. Miss. Bingley was felt to wonder and curse herself and the young woman who destroyed all her hard work of trying to win Mr. Darcy for herself.

Chapter Five.

Scene; The Dinning Room, Longbourn House and Netherfield.

The Bennets were at breakfast when a note arrived for Jane from Netherfield. Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled and she eagerly called for her daughter to read it out.

'It is from Miss. Bingley. She wishes me to dine with them today. Mr. Bingley is to dine with the officers.' Jane said.

'The Officers! I wonder that my Aunt did not mention that!' Cried Lydia.

'Dining out, that is very unfortunate.' Mrs. Bennet said.

'May I have the carriage?' Jane asked.

'No! You had much better go by horseback as it looks like rain and then you shall be forced to stay the night.' Mrs. Bennet cried.

'Mamma!' Cried Jane, shocked.

'Well, you will never see Mr. Bingley if you have the carriage.' Mrs. Bennet said, dissatisfied.

'Your plan is a good one, but are you sure they wont offer to send her home.' Elizabeth said,

'Oh, no! The gentleman shall have the Chaise and the Hurst have no horses of their own.'

Mrs. Bennet said, confidently.

'I had much rather have the carriage.' Jane said.

'But I am sure the horses are wanted on the farm, are they not Mr. Bennet.'

'Yes, I am afraid they are.' Mr. Bennet said.

Jane was obliged to go on horseback and much too Mrs. Bennet, it began to rain very soon after Jane left and it continued very hard all afternoon.

Jane could certainly not return home that night. Her sisters however did not share Mrs. Bennet's delight and the next morning Elizabeth received a note from Jane.

It said that Jane feeling ill after getting soaked through yesterday and that they insisted on Jane seeing Mr. Jones. She did not want them to worry as it was only a cold and she would soon be well.

After Elizabeth had read it out her father said,

'Well if Jane should die from this cold, it will be a great comfort to you, Mrs. Bennet as it was all under our orders and in pursuit of Mr. Bingley.'

'Nonsense! People do not die from trifling little colds.' Mrs. Bennet said.

Elizabeth, feeling extremely anxious felt she should go to Netherfield and as she could not have the carriage and she was no horsewoman, walking was her only option.

She said so and was most strongly opposed by her mother.

'Don't be so silly! To walk all that way in this dirt! You shall not be fit to be seen!' Mrs. Bennet cried.

'I shall be fit to see Jane which is all I want.' Elizabeth determinedly.

'Is this a hint for me to send for the horses, Lizzy?' Mrs. Bennet said.

'No indeed. I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing and I shall be back for dinner.'

Mary said she admired her benevolence but it was better to think about everything with reason and the two younger girls said they would go as far as Meryton with her. Elizabeth excepted their company and the three young ladies sent off together

In Meryton, Lydia and Catherine left Elizabeth and quickly set off for one of the houses of the Officers wives. Elizabeth continued on her own and she was soon crossing fields, jumping stiles and springing over puddles with quick step. At last she found herself within view of the house with dirty stockings, weary ankles and a face glowing with the warmth of the exercise.

When she was shown in to the Breakfast parlour her appearance caused a great deal of surprise.

That she should have walked three miles in such dirty weather and quite alone was incredible to

Mrs. Hurst and Miss. Bingley. She was, however, received very politely, especially by their brother. Mr. Darcy was also polite but he felt slightly confused as to what he felt. He was unsure if it was at all right for Miss. Bennet to walked so far alone but the walk had given her such colour in face and mad her beautiful sparkle she really did look beautiful and he almost didn't notice her dirty dress and wind blow hair, Mr. Hurst thought only of his next meal.

Elizabeth's inquiries after her sister were not hopeful and Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately. Jane, who had with held much of how she felt to stop anxiety, was really very glad to see her sister though not well enough for much conversation.

After breakfast, the ladies joined Elizabeth in Jane's room and she began to like the herself. She saw how affectionate they were to Jane and found them quite good company. The apothecary

came and concluded that Jane a bad cold and she should not be moved for several days and he would bring some draughts latter that day. Elizabeth did not quite her room for the rest of the day and the ladies were not long absent. As the gentlemen were out, they had nothing else to do.

When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt she must return home and Miss. Bingley offered her the carriage. However, Jane confessed such concern at the parting that Miss. Bingley was forced to covert the offer into a invitation to stay. Elizabeth was very thankful and immediately returned to sister while a servant was dispatched to inform her family and bring back a supple of clothes.

Chapter Seven.

Scene; Netherfield House, The Dinning and Drawing room.

At five o'clock the ladies retired to dress and at half past six Elizabeth was summoned to dinner. The civil inquiries poured in and Elizabeth was pleased to see that Mr. Bingley's care was far superior to the others. She could not make a very favourable answer as Jane was by no means better. The sisters on hearing this, repeated several times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was you have a bad cold and how they disliked being ill themselves. They then thought not more about it and their indifference towards Jane when not before them, restored Elizabeth to the enjoyment of her original disliked.

Their brother indeed was really the only one she could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident and his attention towards herself was very pleasing. It prevented her from feeling so much of an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had very little attention form anyone else. Miss. Bingley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, was an indolent man, who lived only to eat drink and play cards. When he found she preferred a plain dish to a ragout, he had nothing to say to her.

When dinner was over, Elizabeth returned to her sister and Miss. Bingley began abusing her as soon as she had left the room Her manners were said to be very bad, a mixture of pride and impertinence, she had nothing at all to recommend her. Mrs. Hurst thought the same and added,

'I suppose we must allow her to be an excellent walker I suppose, but otherwise you are quite right, Caroline. She has nothing to recommend herself. I shall never forget get her appearance this morning, she really looked almost wild.'

'She did indeed, Louisa.' Caroline said and would of continued if Mr. Darcy had not said,

' It is hardly surprising that she should looked so when she had walked that distance in this weather.'

'Indeed! It was completely nonsensical to come at all! Why must she run wild about the country because her sister has a cold?' Caroline cried. Again she was about to continue when Mr. Darcy said,

'Perhaps it was because she cares for her sister and knew that Miss. Bennet would want her to be here.'

Mrs. Hurst ignored this and continued with,

'I hope you saw her petticoat, brother, six inches deep in mud, I am sure it was and her grown, which had been let down to hide it was not doing it's office.'

'You may be very correct, Louisa but all this was lost on me.. I thought Miss. Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice.' Bingley replied.

'You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure.' Miss. Bingley said.

'I did.' Darcy replied.

'I am inclined to think that you would not wish your sister to make such an exhibition.'

Miss. Bingley said.

'No, but my sister would not have to not be forced to walk such a distance, especially if the weather was like this.' Mr. Darcy said. He was really becoming tired of this conversation, he admired Miss. Bennet too much now to abuse her or to have others abuse her, especially when she was unable to defend herself.

'Her behaviour shows an abominable sort of conceited independence and a most county town indifference to decorum.'

'It shows an affection for her sister that is very pleasing.' Bingley said.

'I am afraid this little of adventure of hers has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes, Mrs. Darcy.' Observed Miss. Bingley, in a half whisper.

'Yes, indeed. I have grown to admire them more, they were brighten by the exercise. Indeed, her whole face and figure appeared to most common advantage this morning as the walk had given a pleasant warm glow and a certain charm to her air.

There was a pause after this but Mrs. Hurst soon began again.

'Did I tell you of their low relations. They have an uncle in Cheapside and another as attorney in Meryton.' She said.

'You did indeed. I admire Jane Bingley very much, she is a sweet girl, but with those relations and such parents I sincerely doubt her chances of marrying well.'

'If she had Uncles to fill all Cheapside it would not make them one jot less agreeable!' Cried Bingley.

'That is true but it must lessen their chances of marry men of any standing in the world.' Darcy said.

'Only if the men take such things into consideration. It is possible to admire and love someone even if they do not have the best connections, the most money or the best family. You know it is, Darcy.' Bingley said, gravely.

'Perhaps. It is possible I suppose. I will agree that it might be possible to admire and love someone enough to forget their connections. To admire people for themselves and not who they are, can be possible.' Darcy said, thinking of someone he could admire for herself and not for who she was.

There was another pause and then ladies left and went to see Jane. They stayed until summoned to coffee but Elizabeth would not leave her sister and it was late that evening when Jane was asleep did, Elizabeth go downstairs and only then out of courtesy rather than pleasure.

When she entered the room she found the whole party at Loo. She was invited to join them but judging they would be playing rather high stakes, she made her sister the excuse and said she would entertain herself with a book.

'You prefer reading to cards? That is rather singular.' Mr. Hurst said.

'Miss. Eliza Bennet despises cards. She is a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else.' Miss Bingley said.

Mr. Darcy looked up and would have left the card table if Elizabeth had not said,

'I deserve neither such praise nor such censure. I am not a great reader and I take pleasure in many things.'

'In nursing your sister I am sure you take great pleasure and I hope it will soon be increased by seeing her quite well.' Bingley said.

Elizabeth thanked him heartily and made her way to a table where there were several books.

Mr. Bingley offered to fetch her more but she said that they would satisfy her and picking one she sat down.

' I am amazed that my father should have left so small a collection of books.

What a delightful Library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy.' Miss. Bingley cried.

'It has been the work of many generations, it should be good.' Darcy said.

'And you have added so much to it yourself, my brother tells me you are always buying books.'

Miss. Bingley continued.

'That is true, for apart from my enjoyment of reading, I can not neglect a family Library is such days a these.' He replied.

'Neglect! I sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauty of that noble house.'

Charles when you build your house, I wish it may be half as beautiful as Pemberley.'

'I wish it may too.' Bingley replied to his sister.

'I advise you to purchase it in that neighbourhood and take Pemberley as a model. There is no finer county than Derbyshire.'

'With all my heart I will buy Pemberley itself if Darcy were to sell it!' Bingley said, smiling at his friend. Mr. Darcy looked at him and said,

'And that is not very likely to happen as you know Bingley.'

Elizabeth, who had half abandoned her book, smiled a little at this.

'Charles, I was talking of possibilities.' Miss. Bingley said, crossly.

'Caroline, I should think it more possible to get Pemberley by purchase than imitation.'

Elizabeth gave up her book and getting up seated herself between Mr. Bingley and Mrs. Hurst sister.

'Has Miss. Darcy grown much since the spring? Will she be as tall as I am?' Miss. Bingley said.

'I think she will. She must be about the Miss. Bennet's height.' Darcy said, indicating his head towards Elizabeth.

'How I long to see her again! I never met with anybody who delighted me so much. Such countenance, such manners! She is so extremely accomplished for her age! Her performance on the pianoforte is exquisite.' Miss. Bingley said.

'It is amazing to me how young ladies can have patience to be so accomplished, as they all are.' Bingley said.

Elizabeth smiled and Miss. Bingley said,

'All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?'

'Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens and net purses. I scarcely know any one who cannot do all this and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that she was very accomplished.' Bingley said.

'That may seems true, Mr. Bingley. I am sure you have been told that every young lady is very accomplished but it is doubtful that they are really all accomplished. It is impossible that so many young ladies should be so accomplished at so many things.' Elizabeth said.

'You are very harsh on your sex Miss. Bennet.' Miss. Bingley said.

'I speak as I find. I have never met with any woman who is talented at the things Mr. Bingley has described.' Elizabeth said.

'Perhaps that is because you have not been in a wide enough variety of society to meet with such women, Miss. Bennet. I can assure you that their are some very talented young woman.' Miss. Bingley said.

'Perhaps I have not.' Elizabeth said, she did not feel Miss. Bingley deserved a better response than this.

'There is something in what you say, Miss. Bennet.' Darcy said, feeling obliged to help Elizabeth along. 'I have often found that many young ladies were only really talented at one or two things. For example, some ladies are excellent musicians, but they can not paint at all.'

'Yes, I suppose that is true, Darcy. It would be really impossible to find a woman, talented in everything.' Bingley said.

'A truly talented woman would have great many qualities. She would have not only be able to play and sing, but she would have to have a certain air, a certain way of speaking.'

Miss. Bingley said.

'To all this she must add something much more important though. She must first of all, improve her mind with extensive reading.' Darcy said, looking at Elizabeth quite expressively.

Elizabeth, hardly knowing what to make of this smiled and said,

'If that is the case, Mr. Darcy, perhaps all young ladies are talented after all. Nearly all young ladies I know can read and therefore extend their mind.'

Chapter Eight.

Scene; The Sitting Room, Netherfield.

Elizabeth spent most of the night in her sister's room and in the morning she was able to give a tolerable reply to the inquiries that very early came from Mr. Bingley, via a house maid and some time after, two elegant ladies who waited on his sisters. In spite of this she requested a note to be sent to Longbourn asking her mother to come and see Jane. It was quickly dispatched and complied with. Mrs. Bennet, with her two youngest girls arrived at Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.

If Mrs. Bennt would have been most distressed if she had found Jane in any real danger. She was quite happy that she should remain at Netherfield and would not listen to her daughter's request of being carried home. Neither did Mr. Jones think it a good idea. After sitting with Jane for a good while they were all invited downstairs by Miss. Bingley. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not found her daughter worse than she hoped.

'Indeed I have, Mr. Bingley. She is a great deal to ill be removed, I think we must trespass a little longer on you kindness.' Mrs. Bennet replied.

'Removed! It must not thought of.' Bingley cried. ' My sister, I am sure, will not here of her removal.'

'You may depend upon it, Madame.' Miss. Bingley said with cold civility.

'Thank you. I am sure if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would become of her for she is really very ill and suffers a great deal, though with the greatest patience in the world.

You have a sweet room here, I hope you will not think of quitting Netherfield in a hurry, though you have but a short lease.' Mrs. Bennet said.

'Whatever I do is done in a hurry and therefore if I should resolve to leave Netherfield, I should probably do so in five minuets.' Replied Bingley.

'That is exactly what I should have supposed of you.' Elizabeth said.

'You begin to understand me do you!' Bingley cried, turning towards her.

'Oh yes! I understand you perfectly.'

'I wish I could take this as a compliment, but to be seen through so easily is pitiful I am afraid.' Bingley said.

'That is as it happens. It does not necessarily follow that a deep, intricate character is more estimable than such a one of yours.' Elizabeth said.

'I never before that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.' Bingley said, seeing Mrs. Bennet was about to condemn her daughter.

'Yes, but intricate characters are the most amusing. They at least have that advantage.' Elizabeth said, looking at Mr. Darcy.

'The country can in general can provided few such studies. There is not such a variety of people in the country.' Darcy said.

'Yes, that is true but people themselves vary so much that there is something to be observed for ever.' Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

It would be unfair to say she hated this man, she did not. She did not like him or rather his vanity, his reserve and his pompousness. She always found him amusing though and though she could never like him or respect him, she could laugh at him, talk to him and even tease him.

'When I am in the country I never wish to leave it and when I am in town it is pretty much the same. They each have their advantages and I can be equally happy in each.' Bingley said.

Mrs. Bennet then repeated her thanks for Mr. Bingley's care of Jane and apologised for also troubling him with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was all civility and Mrs. Bennet order her carriage. At this the youngest of the two girls; who had been whispering to each other for the whole visit, taxed Mr. Bingley about his talk of giving a ball and said what a great shame it would be if he did not keep his promise.

'I am perfectly ready to keep engagement and as soon as your sister is well enough, you shall may the very day of the ball.' Mr. Bingley said.

Lydia was perfect satisfied with this, Mrs. Bennet was delighted and they soon departed. Elizabeth quickly returned to her sister and her and her family's behaviour was left to the teasing of Miss. Bingley and her sister. Mr. Darcy would not join in, even when Miss. Bingley teased him on a certain young lady's fine eyes and he soon left the room.

Mr. Darcy did not know what to think or feel about Miss. Bennet. He had never met a woman who attracted him, intrigued him as much as she did. He admired her, how could he not, she was the only woman who had purposely never flattered him, who had never cared that he had a large fortune. Her spirit, made her more attractive to him, she was not like every other woman and he could not fail to find her charming and even beautiful. However, her family were hardly suitable for him to connect himself with. It was not their low station he object to, though it did hurt his vanity to like a girl with no fortune and no connections, it was her families behaviour. His reserve could not bare to see vulgarity and such forwardness as shown by Elizabeth's mother and younger sisters. Mr. Darcy decide to spend more time in Elizabeth's company so he get to know her and avoid her family at all costs. He would always be polite to them but he would try not to pay them attention.

Chapter Nine.

Scene; Netherfield (again!)

The next day passed much as the day before had done. The ladies spent sometime with Jane, who continued to improve and Elizabeth joined the party in the evening. Mr. Darcy was writing a letter and Miss. Bingley was continually calling of his attention with messages to his sister.

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Hurst were at cards and Mrs. Hurst was watching their game. Elizabeth took up some needlework and was extremely amused by the conversation between Miss. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.

'How delighted you sister will be to receive such a letter!' Miss. Bingley cried happily.

Darcy said nothing.

'You write uncommonly fast' Miss. Bingley continued.

'You are mistaken, I writ rather slowly.' Darcy said.

'How many letters you must be forced to write, letters of business too! How dreadful I should think them!' Miss. Bingley cried.

'It is perhaps fortunate that they fall into my lot instead of yours.' Darcy said.

Elizabeth smiled and turned her head away.

'Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.' Miss. Bingley said.

'I have done so once by your desire.' Darcy said.

'I am afraid that you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens very well.'

Thank you, however, I always mend my own.'

Elizabeth hid her face and try to disguise her laughter with extreme difficulty.

'Tell your sister I am delighted to here of her improvement on the harp.' Miss. Bingley said.

'Will you give me leave to defer it until I write again. I have no room at present to do them justice.' Darcy said.

'Oh it doesn't matter! I shall see her in January.

Do you always write such charming long letters to her?' Miss. Bingley continued.

'They are generally long, whether always charming, it is not for me to say.' Darcy said.

'I think that people who can write a long letter can not write badly.' Miss. Bingley continued.

'That will not do for a compliment Caroline.' Bingley cried. 'Darcy doesn't not write with ease, he studies too much for long words, particularly if they have four syllable's.

'My style of writing is very different from yours, Bingley.' Darcy said, not offended.

'Oh Charles writes in the most careless way! He leaves out half his words and blots the rest!'

Miss. Bingley.

'My ideas flow rapidly so I have no time in which to express them. My letters sometimes convey none of my thoughts to the reader.' Bingley said.

'Your humility, Mr. Bingley must disarm reproof.' Elizabeth said. Bingley smiled.

'There is nothing more deceitful than the appearance of humility.

It is often a carelessness of opinion or an indirect boast.' Darcy said.

'Which of the two do you call Mr. Bingley's recent piece of modesty?' Elizabeth said.

'An indirect boast, Mr. Bingley is really proud of his writing defects because he considers them as proceeding from rapid thought which if not estimable, is at least interesting. The power of doing anything quickly is always much prized by the possessor and often without any attention to the imperfect performance.' Darcy said.

'So when Mr. Bingley told my mother this morning he should quite Netherfield in five minuets if he choose to do so, it was meant as a compliment to himself. Mr. Bingley, is that so?' Elizabeth, turning to him.

'It is too much to remember at night all the foolish things that are said in the morning! However, I believe what I said of myself was true and still is. At least, therefore, I did not put on a character to please the ladies.' Bingley replied.

'Perhaps before Mr. Darcy and I have an argument over your intentions, Mr. Bingley.' Elizabeth said, seeing Darcy was about to speak and Mr. Bingley was enjoying this. 'He had better finish his letter and I had better get back to my needlework.'

'Yes, I think that would be better.' Bingley said and Darcy returned to his letter.

When he had finished he requested Miss. Bingley and Elizabeth should indulge him with some music. Elizabeth refused and so Miss. Bingley sang with her sister. While Elizabeth looked over some music books she could not help noticing Mr. Darcy looking at her. Elizabeth could understand why he was always looking at her, he did not, could not like her, she was sure but it seemed unlikely he looked to her because he did not like her. Could he really admire her? She thought it so unlikely and she liked him so little that she tried not to notice though it did intrigue her.

Upon Miss. Bingley playing a lively Scotch air Mr. Darcy got up and walked over.

'Do you not have a great inclination to dance, Miss. Bennet?'

Elizabeth laughed,

'I shall not say yes as it will give you a chance to despise my taste and I know you wish me to say yes. However, I shall surprise you and say I do not want to dance at all. Now despise if you dare!' She said archly.

'Indeed, I do not dare!' Darcy said with amazing gallantry.

Elizabeth who had rather excepted to affront him was surprised and Darcy had never been so bewitched and in love with any woman as he was with her.

Chapter Ten.

Scene; Netherfield ( Still! How did you guess!)

Jane had improved so much as to be well enough to come downstairs for sometime the next evening. After diner, Elizabeth made sure Jane was well guarded from the cold and attended her to the Drawing room. She was welcomed by her two friends and they sat there very happily for both Miss. Bingley and her sister were in very high spirits.

However, when the gentlemen entered Jane was no longer the first object. Miss. Bingley's eyes were fixed on Darcy and it was clear she had something to say to him. He was very polite to Miss. Bennet; Mr. Hurst made her a slight bow but the warmth was Bingley's and Bingley's alone. After the fire had been piled up, Mr. Bingley sat down by her and hardly talked to anyone else. Elizabeth observed all this with great delight. He is sure to be falling in love now she thought and Jane can hardly be less so.

After Tea there were no cards and Mr. Hurst went to sleep on one of the sofas. Mr. Darcy started to read, as did Miss. Bingley, Mrs. Hurst half listened to Mr. Bingley and Jane's conversation and Elizabeth sat quietly at her work, observing them all.

'How pleasant it is to spend a evening in this way!' Miss. Bingley said, throwing down her book and yawning. No one made any reply and she yawned again. When she heard her brother mention the ball to Miss. Bennet, turned to him and said,

'Do you seriously mean to give a ball at Netherfield? I am sure some of our present party would find it a punishment rather than a pleasure.'

'If you mean Darcy, he may go to bed before it begins. As for the ball it is quite settled and as soon as there is white soup enough I shall send round my cards.'

Miss. Bingley said nothing and soon after this she got up and began to walk round the room. Her figure was pleasing and she walked well, but Mr. Darcy did not look up from his book. She saw Elizabeth looking up and said,

'Will you not join me Miss. Eliza? It is so refreshing.'

Elizabeth agreed, though surprised and taking Miss. Bingley's arm they began to walk around the room. Darcy unconsciously closed his book and watch them transfixed by Elizabeth. She looked very beautiful tonight, though she always looked beautiful to him. He really was very much in love with her, despite her family.

Darcy was directly invited to join them but he refused, observing, that he could only imagine two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together and he would only interfere with both of them.

'What do you mean Mr. Darcy? I am dying to know what you mean, sir. Miss. Eliza, do you know what Mr. Darcy can mean?' Miss. Bingley cried.

'I am afraid I rarely understand Mr. Darcy, Miss. Bingley.' Elizabeth said, looking at him.

'Mr. Darcy, please explain what you mean?' Miss. Bingley said.

'I have no objection at all to explaining what I meant. You either choose this method of passing the evening because you have secret affairs to discuss or because you know that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking. If it is the first, I should be completely in your way and if it is the second, I may admire you much better from the fire.' Darcy said, smiling a little.

Elizabeth laughed and said, 'You are a great studier of character than I, Mr. Darcy! That is perfectly true and I must say that it is the second of those that we are employed in tonight.' Elizabeth was beginning to like Mr. Darcy, despite his faults. She saw his was obviously clever and it was not just his vanity and other imperfections that now made her laugh.

'It is shocking of you to say that Mr. Darcy! I have never heard anything so terrible, how shall we punishment him, Miss. Eliza?'

'Nothing is so easy if you have but inclination. Tease him, laugh at him, hurt his vanity!' Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

'Laugh at Mr. Darcy, hurt his vanity? That is impossible when Mr. Darcy has no real vanity; we can not laugh at him, he has no faults.' Miss. Bingley said, doubtfully.

'A man without faults! That is an uncommon advantage, Mr. Darcy. I would hate to know someone who can not be laughed at as I dearly love to laugh.' Elizabeth cried, smiling.

'Miss. Bingley had given me credit that I do not deserve. I have my faults but I hope they are too great. I have tried to avoid the greatest weaknesses.' Darcy said, seriously.

'Such as vanity? I know you think that the greatest weakness.' Elizabeth said archly.

'Yes, vanity is the greatest weakness that I know of. However, it is a weakness that a great many people suffer from and it can hardly be laughed at.' Darcy said, looking at her gravely.

'As I remember, Mr. Darcy, you thought that vanity was the greatest weakness of young ladies.'

Elizabeth said. 'Yes, but vanity is a failing of all humans however much we try to persuade ourselves it is not.' Darcy said, looking at her admiringly.

'Yes, it is always hard to admit your own faults.' Elizabeth said and seeing how he was looking at her, she smiled.

'I presume, your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, what is your conclusion?' Miss. Bingley said, feeling rather left out.

'I am convicted that Mr. Darcy has no defect at which we can laugh.' Elizabeth said, looking away from his gaze.

'No, that is not true. My temper I can not vouch for, it might be called resentful. Once my good opinion of someone I respected is lost, it is lost for ever.' Darcy said.

'That is a failing indeed but I can not and will not laugh at it.' Elizabeth said, surprised at such admission. Perhaps she really had misjudged his character and again she found he was looking at her expressively. Was it possible he admired her?

'Do let us have some music. Louisa, you will not mind me waking, Mr. Hurst.' Mrs. Hurst made no objection and Miss. Bingley sat and played.

Elizabeth stood for a little while and listened. She turned away and was about to move away from Mr. Darcy when he said,

'What do you think of my character now, Miss. Elizabeth?'

She laughed and said, 'I like it. I like it much better, Mr. Darcy.' She then turned and walked over to Jane and Mr. Bingley.

Chapter Eleven.

Scene; Netherfield and Longbourn.

Jane was so much better the next day that Elizabeth wrote to her mother asking for the carriage to be sent for them. Mrs. Bennet refused as Jane had not completed a week there. However, Elizabeth was determined to go home and persuaded her sister into asking Mr. Bingley to lend them his carriage. The request was made but there was such concern at Jane's going they were persuaded to stay until the next morning. Miss. Bingley was then sorry she had done this as her jealousy of Elizabeth was rather stronger than her admiration of Jane.

Mr. Bingley heard with real sorrow that they were to go so soon and try to persuade Miss. Bennet that she was not well enough to leave, but Jane was firm that she was quite well and after Church on Sunday they departed. Mr. Darcy was also rather sorry to see them leave despite Miss. Bingley's increased teasing. Elizabeth had really attracted him very much and he wished that he might of had more opportunity to talk with her. During Saturday, he tried to talk to her as much as possible and when they were left alone for a good half an hour they talked a great deal on every subject imaginable. Elizabeth was still surprised by his behaviour but she was by no means unwilling to talk or displease with his attention. It would be untrue to say that she was not flattered by his attention and obvious admiration and she talked with great spirit and enjoyment. Their parting was very cordial and as they drove off in the carriage she, looked out to see Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley watching them leave and talking. Mr. Bingley turned away as they reached the Gates but Darcy remained until they had disappeared round the corner.

They were not welcomed home very cordially as Mrs. Bennet was vexed that they had ruined her plans and caused so much trouble. Their father; despite his laconic expressions of pleasure, was really glad to have them back. He had left their importance in the family circle, without them much of the conversation had lacked animation and much of it's sense.

At Breakfast the next morning, Mr. Bennet said, 'I hope you have order a good dinner today, my dear. as I am expecting a visitor.'

'Mr. Bingley! Why Jane you sly thing, you never said a word and not a bit of fish to be got! Lydia ring the bell...' Mrs. Bennet cried happily. She was interrupted by her husband saying,

'It is not Mr. Bingley, it is a gentleman I never met before. It is my cousin, Mr. Collins, who when I am dead, may throw you out as soon as he pleases.'

'Oh, my dear, do not speak of him! It think it the hardest thing in the world to have to settle an estate away from a family of five daughters.' Mrs. Bennet cried.

'Indeed, nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn but if you hear his letter, you will perhaps soften to him.' Mr. Bennet said and read to letter out loud. All it really said was that Mr. Collins wished to; "...wished to heal the breach." between the two families and knowing he was capable of injuring the girls he wished to make them any possible amends he could. The rest of the details were only of his plans to stay with them for seven nights.

'At four o' clock we may expect this gentleman.' Mr. Bennet said,

'He must be an oddity, I think. I can not make him out. There is something very pompous in his stile and what can he mean by apologising for being next in the entail? We do not suppose he would help it if he could. Can he be a sensible man, sir?' Elizabeth.

'No, my dear, I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the reserve.' Mr. Bennet replied.

Mr. Collins was punctual to his time and was received with great politeness by the whole family. Mr. Bennet said very little but the ladies were ready enough to talk and Mr. Collins need no encouragement. He complimented Mrs. Bennet and every object in the room. Mrs. Bennet would have been hearten by this if she had not remember that one day everything would be Mr. Collins's.

During diner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all but after the servants had withdrawn he started on a subject he expected his guest to shine in. He observed that Mr. Collins was very fortunate to have such a patroness as Lady Catherine. Mr. Bennet couldn't have chosen better, Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise and he told them how condescending she was, how she had suggested improvements to his 'humble' dwelling and how she had even suggested he should marry. Elizabeth barely controlled her laughter during this and was forced to hide her face behind her napkin.

They learnt that Lady Catherine had one daughter, the heiress of Rosings who was of a sickly constitution and that Mr. Collins sometimes put compliments together to praise ladies but he always tried avoid this. Poor Elizabeth was forced to half choke herself to stop her laughter,

Mr. Collins was as ridiculous as Mr. Bennet had hoped him. How she could ever thought Mr. Darcy vain, pompous and ridiculous was a mystery to Elizabeth now she had met Mr. Collins.

Chapter Twelve.

Scene: Meryton and Mrs. Philips' house.

The next morning during a half an hour's tête-à-tête with Mrs. Bennet, Mr. Collins was persuaded from his first preference of Miss. Bennet to Miss. Elizabeth. He had come to Longbourn to find wife and Miss. Bennet lovely face and charming manners had attracted him. However, on begin told it Jane was likely to be very soon engaged, Mr. Collins had only to change from Jane to Elizabeth. Elizabeth was next to Jane in age and beauty and so the change was made and made while Mrs. Bennet stirred the fire. Mrs. Bennet took the hint and was extremely pleased as Elizabeth was the least favourite of all her children.

Lydia had expressed a wish to go into Meryton and every sister expect Mary were to go and be attended by Mr. Collins. When they reached Meryton nothing but to see officers would satisfy the younger girls and Mr. Collins would have only been of any interest to him if he had been in a red coat. However, Mr. Collins could not even when hold the attention of his older cousins when a very handsome young man was seen walking with Mr. Denny; one of the officers, Kitty and Lydia had wanted to see. They all admired him and crossed to street, pretending to want something in the opposite shop so they might be introduced to the handsome gentleman. On reaching the other side of the street Mr. Denny happen to turn round and so introductions were made.

The handsome gentleman's name was Mr. Wickham and he had come from London with Mr. Denny to accept a commission in their Corps. This was exactly as it should be for the gentleman only wanted Regimentals to be completely charming. They were all talking when there was the sound of horses and Bingley and Darcy were seen coming down the street.

They saw the group and came over. Mr. Bingley said that they were just on their way to Longbourn to see how Miss. Bennet was and Mr. Darcy had just began to talk with Elizabeth when he saw Mr. Wickham. He turned very pale and Mr. Wickham on seeing Mr. Darcy went red. He did, however, touch his hat after a moment and Mr. Darcy was just able to return it.

Elizabeth who of course saw all of this was extremely puzzled. It seemed that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham knew each other and yet Mr. Darcy seemed to be shocked and horrified to see Mr. Wickham and Mr. Wickham seem to be at least embarrassed if not equally unhappy to see Mr. Darcy. What could be the meaning of it, it was impossible no to wonder, it was impossible not to long to find out.

Bingley soon rode on without seeming to have noticed what had passed and Mr. Denny and Mr. Wickham walked with girls to their Aunt Philips. They were invited in but they refused, even when Mrs. Philips threw up the Parlour window an beg them to come in.

However, Mrs. Philips soon had to pay her attention to Mr. Collins and the requests of her nieces to tell them about Mr. Wickham. Mrs. Philips knew nothing more of Mr. Wickham than they did though she promised to have Mr. Philips visit Mr. Wickham and invite him to cards and 'a little hot supper' if the family from Longbourn would also come. It was agreed on and all Mrs. Philips' attention was on Mr. Collins. She was very impressed by his civility and after a slight misunderstanding he was to be admired and Mrs. Philips planned to have him at Whist table tomorrow night.

On the way home, Elizabeth told Jane what she had seen and Jane was a puzzled about it as Elizabeth had been. Mr. Collins was highly satisfied with his meeting with Mrs. Philips and it was with great pleasure he sat down next her that night to play cards.

When Mr. Wickham entered the room, Elizabeth wanted very much to talk to him. She of course admired him but she was curios as to why he had reached to seeing Mr. Darcy.

He saw her and came and sat by her. Elizabeth feared that Lydia would make it impossible for her to talk to Mr. Wickham. However, Lydia was soon too taken up by winning Lottery tickets and Elizabeth was able to talk to Mr. Wickham. However, Elizabeth was not sure how to start and was very grateful when Mr. Wickham said, 'How far is Netherfield from Meryton, Miss. Bennet?'

'It is about two miles way, Mr. Wickham.' She replied.

'Has Mr. Darcy been staying there long?' He said, hesitantly.

'About a month.' Elizabeth said and then unwilling to let the subject drop said, 'I understand he is a man of large property in Derbyshire.'

'Yes, his estate is a very noble one. A clear ten thousand a year. You know you could not have met a person who was able to tell you about that than myself. I have been connect with his family since my childhood.'

'Indeed?' Elizabeth said, very much surprised.

'You may be surprised, Miss. Bennet, after seeing the cold manner in which we met yesterday. Are you much aquatinted with him, Miss. Bennet?' He asked.

'I am pretty well acquainted with him. I spent four days in his company and I find him quite agreeable.' Elizabeth said cautiously. She did not wish to tell him how much she really thought of Mr. Darcy for she had a feeling Mr. Wickham would tell her anything if she told him the truth.

'I see. Well, I am not qualified to give an opinion, I have know him too long. However, I believe your opinion would agree with the general consensus.' He said, cautiously.

'No, indeed! He is not liked at all in Hertfordshire.' Elizabeth cried, smiling a little.

'I can not pretend to be sorry for that.' Wickham said, after a short interruption. 'The world is so often blind by his wealth and consequence or frightened by his high, imposing manner.'

'Yes, I suppose that is true. I however, am not afraid of him or impressed by his fortune, Mr. Wickham.' Elizabeth said.

'I am sure, but I do wonder whether he will stay in the county very much longer.' Mr. Wickham said.

'I do not know. I have heard nothing of his going. Will his presence affect your plans to join the -----------shire?' Elizabeth said.

'Oh, no! If he does not want to see me then he must go! I shall not be frightened away by Mr. Darcy.' Wickham cried.

The subject dropped for a while and then Mr. Wickham began with, 'The Militia was not have been my chosen profession. The Church ought to have been my living but due to Mr. Darcy I have to make my own way in the world.'

'Really?' Elizabeth said, very surprised.

'Yes. Mr. Darcy's father; one of the best men who ever lived, was my Godfather. He wished me to have the best living in his gift but his son flatly refused to honour hid father's wish.' Wickham said.

'Good Heavens!' Elizabeth cried, hardly knowing what to think. 'Why did you not seek redress?'

'There was such an informality in the bequest as to give me no hope from the law. A man of honour could not have doubted the intention but Mr. Darcy choose to doubt.'

'It is quite shocking. I am truly amazed, Mr. Wickham.' Elizabeth said, dearly longing to know Mr. Darcy's side of the story and not wanting to believe one word Mr. Wickham said. She did love Mr. Darcy in anyway, but she liked him and she was sure he would not have acted so with out good reason.

'I never thought Mr. Darcy as bad as this. It is true I did not like him when we first met but I though I had come to understand his character and I had begun to like him.' Elizabeth said.

'I am sorry to shock you so, Miss. Bennet. I can hardly be a fair judge of him. I am sure he is very capable of making himself agreeable to those he wants to.' Wickham said, he had hoped Miss. Bennet would hate Mr. Darcy as much as he did.

'Yes. But the pride of such a man would hardly allow it. Can his pride have ever done him good?' Elizabeth said, knowing full well Mr. Darcy was not as proud and conceited as Mr. Wickham had made him out to be.

'Yes. It has often lead him to be liberal and generous. To give his money freely and to be hospitable and assist his tenants. He has family pride which is only natural, and brotherly pride which some affection makes him a very careful guardian of his sister.' Wickham said.

'What sort of girl is Miss. Darcy?' Elizabeth said, feeling herself becoming angry at Mr. Wickham's lies and attempts to make her like him.

Wickham looked a little pale and hesitated before saying, 'Very, very proud. She is a great beauty, though only young and she is of course talented and wealthy which only adds to her pride. As an child she was affectionate and I devoted hours to her amusement but she is grown too much like her brother.'

'I am now astonished at his intimacy with Mr. Bingley. Do you know Mr. Bingley?' Elizabeth said, half expecting Mr. Wickham to say that he did and slander that good man's name too.

'No, I do not know him at all.' Wickham said.

'He is a charming, good humoured and amiable man but he has sense. He can not know what Mr. Darcy really is.' Elizabeth said.

'Probably not. As I said before Mr. Darcy can please who he chooses. With his friends, with those of consequence he can be pleasant, generous, even gentlemanly.' Wickham said.

Elizabeth, knowing well enough that Mr. Darcy had been pleasant to those his pride should have revolted against now despised Mr. Wickham and knew he was not a man to be trusted. She had never been so glad as to see Mr. Collins coming towards them.

He began talking to Mrs. Philips and on his mention Lady Catherine de Bourgh, Mr. Wickham said, 'You know of course Lady Catherine is Mr. Darcy's aunt. She was his mother's sister and her daughter Anne is heiress to the great estate of Rosings.'

'No, indeed, I did not. I did not even know that Lady Catherine existed until a few days ago.' Elizabeth said, surprised.

'It is said that Lady Catherine intends to have Mr. Darcy as her son-in-law and unite the two estates.' Mr. Wickham said.

'Oh, I see.' Elizabeth said, wandering if Mr. Darcy consider his sickly cousin as his future bride. Wanting to be careful with Mr. Wickham she said, 'Poor Miss. Bingley, I wander if she knows?'

Mr. Wickham smiled and they were soon forced to begin another subject. At last the carriage was called and the girls and Mr. Collins returned home. Before Mr. Collins had said everything he wanted to they had reached Longbourn.

Chapter Thirteen.

Sorry for the wait! The path, however, is getting less rocky and rough.

Scene; Longbourn and Netherfield.

The next day Elizabeth told Jane everything of what had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself. Jane was shocked and hardly knew what to think. She did not want to believe Mr. Darcy had acted as Mr. Wickham had said but she didn't like to think Mr. Wickham had lied.

'I cannot believe Mr. Wickham could have invented such a story but I will not believe Mr. Darcy would have acted in that way. No man of common decency would have acted like that. Can his intimate friends be so deceived?' Jane said 'Exactly my thoughts Jane. I am sure Mr. Bingley; even with his easy temper and good manners, would ever suffer himself to be friends with such a man as the one Mr. Wickham described to me.' Replied Elizabeth.

'I hate to think ill of Mr. Wickham, but if he is such a man as to lie so grossly about Mr. Darcy's character then I fear I must.' Jane said.

Elizabeth smiled and said, 'Yes, I fear you have in fact found someone in the world whom you must dislike.

'Do not tease Lizzy!' Jane cried.

Elizabeth only shook her head and said, 'As for Mr. Darcy; after spending so much time in his company at Netherfield, I am highly inclined not to believe a word Mr. Wickham says. I know I promised to moderate my opinions Jane, but I do not believe such a man as Mr. Darcy would ever do such a thing.'

'Yes, you are right.' Jane said and then pausing for a moment she cautiously said, 'Lizzy, I believe you like Mr. Darcy.'

Elizabeth blushed slightly and looked down. 'I do like him. I like him very much, Jane.' She said quietly.

'It is more than like Lizzy? ' Jane said, looking at Elizabeth.

'I...I don't know' Lizzy replied, returning Jane's gaze.

'You like as a friend? You respect him?' Jane said.

'Yes, yes I do but... I do not think I love him.' Elizabeth said.

'But you could love him?' Jane asked, sly.

'I think I could. I could but I do not love him now.' Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

'Not yet, but after the Netherfield Ball perhaps.' Jane said.

'Jane! You are becoming quite impossible!' Elizabeth cried, laughing and then quietly said,

'I am sorry, but you know a great many things can happen at a ball and you must be careful of your heart.' Jane said, smiling at first.

'I shall be careful I promise. I'm sure Mr. Darcy has some relations who will not approve of me.' Elizabeth replied.

The girls were now called from the Shrubbery; were the conversation had taken place, by the arrival of Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley and his sisters. They had come personally to give their invitation for the long awaited Netherfield Ball which was fixed for the next Tuesday.

Mr. Bingley was civil as usual, Mr. Darcy tried to talk to Elizabeth and Miss. Bingley and Mrs. Hurst avoided the rest of the family and talked to Jane. They were soon forced to go by Mrs. Bennet's civility and Mr. Darcy was truly sorry for the parting as Elizabeth had agreed to dance the first two with him at the Ball.

The prospect of the Ball was very agreeable to every female in the family and Elizabeth's enjoy increased when she was able to say she not possibly dance the first two Mr. Collins as she already had a partner for those dances. Mr. Collins's pride was hurt but when Elizabeth told him who her dancing partner was to be and who his Aunt was Mr. Collins was most delighted and Elizabeth feared that Mr. Collins would be plaguing her all night just to be near, Mr. Darcy.

Chapter Fourteen.

Been warned I am going on holiday soon so I don't know when I will post again.

Scene; Netherfield.

Almost as soon as Elizabeth entered the ball room, she was meant by Mr. Darcy. She had dressed with more than usual care and he compliment her on how well she looked. She laughed and thank him and was about to continue when Mr. Collins appeared by her side.

'Mr. Darcy, I think you have met our cousin, Mr. Collins.' Elizabeth said testily.

'Yes, I have. It is a honour to meet you again, Sir.' Darcy said very politely and gave him a very proper bow.

Mr. Collins return it with much more awkwardness and said, 'I think I may say, sir, the honour is all mine. To meet the nephew of my noble patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh is indeed a pleasure and to have my fair cousin chosen by such a man as Mr. Darcy to be his dancing partner is more than one of my humble station could hope for.' Elizabeth looked disparately around for someone to save them form Mr. Collins and she saw Charlotte Lucas. She smiled and Charlotte seeing this and the anxious look on her face came over.

'Thank you, sir. You are very good.' Darcy said. He was desperate to escape this man but he would bare him for the sake of the woman he loved so much. He would and could bare anything to have her love.

'Mr. Collins, this is my good friend, Miss. Charlotte Lucas. Charlotte, this is our cousin, Mr. Collins.' Elizabeth said.

They bowed to each other and Mr. Collins was about to address Elizabeth when the musicians struck up for the first dance and taking Mr. Darcy's offered arm she excused them and went to dance.

'Do you often walked into Meryton, Miss. Bennet?' Darcy said as they began to dance.

'Yes, quite often. We visit our aunt a great deal.' Elizabeth said.

'I see. When you were last in Meryton I believe you were introduced to a Mr. Wickham.' Darcy said gravely.

'We were, indeed. He has taken a commission in the militia I believe. He came to dinner at my Aunt's the night after that meeting.' Elizabeth said, curiously.

'Yes, I had heard that.' Darcy said then pausing said, 'Did he talk you at all during the evening?'

'Yes, we talked for a great part of the evening.' She replied.

'I see.' He said, looking unhappy.

They stopped in the dance and while they were stopped, Sir. William came up.

'It is great pleasure to see such superior dancing, Sir. Your bewitching partner by no means disgraces you and I hope to see this repeated often when a certain happy event occurs.' He said looking at Jane and Bingley dancing. ' What congratulations will then follow in, ah Miss. Lizzy?' he said, smiling. Darcy looked surprised but not displeased and Elizabeth began to say,

' Sir, you...' when Sir. William said, 'Oh yes, I understand. I will not delay you any longer. Capital, Capital!'

'Sir. William has made me forget what we were talking of.' Darcy said.

'I believe,' Elizabeth replied cautiously. 'We were talking of Mr. Wickham.'

'Yes, we were. Did Mr. Wickham happen to mention that he had been connect with my family?' Darcy said slowly.

'Yes, he did.' Elizabeth said and after pausing said, 'He told me the most terrible story of your treatment of him.'

'I am sure he did.' Darcy said angrily. 'Well, I can promise you, Miss. Bennet, none of what he told you was true.'

'I did doubt him. I thought it rather strange that he should be so willing to telling me all his life on only the first proper meeting. May I ask for the truth of the matter, Mr. Darcy?' Elizabeth said.

'You may and I will tell of it but it is painful and the ball room is no place for me to tell you the truth of Mr. Wickham.' He replied.

'Very well. Will you come to Longbourn tomorrow then?' She said.

'Yes, I am sure Bingley will visit and I will come to.' He said.

'I shall contrive a way for us to be alone.' She said, smiling a little.

He returned her smile and she said, 'You know we shall cause a great many rumours, Mr. Darcy. People will say we are secretly engaged or some other such nonsense.'

'Yes, I am sure they shall but all those who truly think well of us will be sensible enough not presume such things.' he said as the dance finished.

Elizabeth laughed and said, 'I doubt that for everyone loves to gossip, especially your most intimate acquaintances.'

They walked of together and at dinner she sat with Jane on Mr. Bingley's table. Jane looked radiant and Mr. Darcy asked Elizabeth what Jane was like in character.

'Oh, she is the sweet person I know! She is quite though and a little shy and she does not show her emotion as others but she is the most loving person in the world.' Elizabeth replied quietly so Jane would not hear.

'I see. She must be a very good sister then.' He replied.

'Oh, yes. She is the best of sisters.' Elizabeth said smiling.

'I have a sister too. She is twelve years my junior.' Darcy said.

'Yes, I had heard that. Is she much like you?' Elizabeth said.

'A little, she very handsome and she loves music but she is very shy.' he said.

'I see.' Elizabeth said, smiling a little.

They talked for the rest of the evening and when the Bennets finally left they parted very amicably.

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