Posted on 2008-12-11

Miss Bingley constant determination to attire upon herself Mr Darcy attentions was embarrassing. Above all because those attentions were always rejecting from the man. I'm very happy to come back home tomorrow or i will be in risk to feel pity for that man. I'm asking to myself why, a so proud woman, could put herself so in ridiculous, continuing to prier attention to a man that clearly so less desire it.

Last evening it was an interesting tread about the very accomplished woman. Mr Darcy knows only six, and Miss Bingley must be sure to be one of the six. Only six woman very accomplished. Insulting. At the last they could be a very nice match.

At Netherfield I don't left nothing but a very amiable master, a very snob lady and a very."

The bedroom's door was opened and Mr Darcy put down hasty the diary before to finish his reading. He turn around in front of the windows looking at the garden.

So soon Bingley finished to count one-hundred, Miss Bingley run out to look for Mr Darcy, Miss Elisabeth waited for Mr Bingley went in a downstairs room and run in her own bedroom. She didn't remember to not recover her own diary and she would put it hide. After that she must go to Mr Darcy bedroom to put down the sheet of paper that now stayed in her sleeve. She had be foolish.

At the first round to the game, she hide herself in one of the upstairs room. Near the window she find a book, without thinking of, she began to read.

The first page was dated May the fourth 1789, Pemberley.

It was Mr Darcy diary, curiosity wins against her and she began to read. She was very curios to know how kind of boy a so proud and arrogant man could be. Reading some pages at the very beginning of the diary, she was very discomfited. It seemed he was a sweet boy. Without proud neither with his acquittance nor with the his parent's estate staff. He felt respect to them, in special way to Mrs Reynolds the housekeeper.

Miss Elisabeth didn't understood how much he had changed since that boy. Was she wrong in her verdict about him? No, his behaviour was a mirror of his true being, in spite of what he was in childhood.

She couldn't read no more, because she heard someone at the door. She closed abruptly the diary and put it off. Doing it a sheet of paper fell down and she hid it in her sleeve, having no time to do something else. Miss Bingley came in and, deserving the rule of the game, began to speak aloud. And Miss Bingley was very satisfying when her brother came in too.

When arrived, Mr Darcy discovered to be the looser, and be the next to hide himself.

"If she came into my room, I can hide myself in hers" he thought and so he went to Miss Elisabeth's bedroom. There was a little window in the dressing room, and, on a cabinet, an open book, the page was dated on this very morning.

So now, he was looking out the window trying to hide his own embarrass.

Miss Elisabeth went near the window, looking around for her diary, it stayed, close, in the same position she had left. She didn't remember to let it open when she wrote her thought in the morning, so she calmed her breath. If someone read her own judgement about people who resident in Netherfield it will be very unpleasant, in special way for Jane, whom affection for Bingley was more evident, every day on.

By now she found Mr Darcy, therefore she had no way to put the sheet she had took up.

"How fool I acted, I hope it will be all right."

Mr Darcy stayed at the window, he was as rigid as she had never saw him before. Going near him saw a intense expression that she couldn't understand.

"Mr Darcy, something wrong?"

It was not a very polite sentence, but she was disconcerted.

Darcy had passed the last minutes to consider what he had read. "At the last they could be a very nice match."

"What kind of man do she think I am? What else will she leave in Netherfield.?"

"Miss Elisabeth, yesterday you asked me if I care my opinion about people. I'm asking, how much you care it, and will you change it, whenever it was ?" he said looking her right on her eyes. Elisabeth didn't expect such a direct question.

"I always try to be carefully in forming my opinion, Mr Darcy. And yes, I will change my opinion about, if someone shows my I'm wrong. I don't believe myself infallible."

She answered back after a brief moment. She looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, she didn't know how it made her irresistible for him.

Before Mr Darcy could reply, Mr Bingley came in the room, So their argue finished, let them very unsatisfied. Miss Bingley needed more time to find them, and so it will be time to dress up for the dinner.

Before let the room Miss Bingley notice Miss Elisabeth's diary

"Oh, a diary, what a childish amusement"

Miss Bingley didn't wait an answer and went out. Mr Bingley followed her in mortification. Elisabeth tried to hide a laugh.

"If only Miss Bingley knows she had at now said to Mr Darcy he is used to childish amusement..."

Elisabeth turned to see Mr Darcy. He looked at the door with fixed disgusted gaze. Elisabeth didn't resist any more and laugh a loud. That man watch her, he seemed full of indignation.

"Miss Elisabeth, to you really love a laugh, if you are able to laugh when you are offended."

His outraged voice was unpayable.

"Offended, Mr Darcy? No, Miss Bingley didn't offend myself. You're wrong."

It clearly seemed that Mr Darcy was thinking her mad.

Elisabeth felt the urgent need to explain to him. "I believe that a diary was a way to clear my own thought and consequently know better myself, Mr Darcy. But Miss Bingley think it's a childish amusement probably because she was not able to put in it no more than childish expression of herself."

Elisabeth began serious, now she had offended Miss Bingley in face of his brother's friend, too late to turn it back. Mr Darcy nodded and his face relaxed very near to a satisfied smile, than he bowed and left her room without a word.

Elisabeth took the sheet from her sleeve and opened it. "Oh Good Lord..."

The dinner and the evening passed very quietly. Mr Bingley was sad for the near Miss Bennets leave while Mr Darcy and Elisabeth dedicated them self to reading. Elisabeth hadn't courage to cross Mr Darcy gaze. Miss Bingley stayed in satisfaction admiring the result of her afternoon works: both, Miss Elisabeth and Mr Darcy, told less the twenty word, and no one at all one to the other.

The next morning, at the leave, Elisabeth pick up all her and her sister's thing, while all the others were downstairs. She hadn't slept the last night,

"Why had I picked up it, why had I read it?"

When the maid went down with their last thing she run to Mr Darcy's bedroom and let the sheet fall down under his table, half hide. Then she run back to the stair.

When carriage left, Mr Darcy went to his bedroom, he felt he wasn't able to suffering Miss Bingley's attentions in that moment. He felt the urgent need to be alone to reordering his own thought, and it was too late for a ride. He saw the sheet of paper on the floor and picked up it.

It was his diary's page, dated at the previous morning. He had tore it. He wouldn't it in his diary. Mr Darcy went to window to look at the carriage went away. Slowly the paper felt from his hand.

"You're wrong Miss Elisabeth, poetry don't kill love at all."

"As a flower's fair she came in the morning
In daylight she enchant my senses
In night time she lead my dream
At the dawn, first word on my mouth
Elisabeth"