A Wife for Mr. Darcy

at the assembly, he had refrained from commenting as he had no wish to dampen his friend’s recollections. His sisters were less generous and had used Darcy’s comment that Miss Elizabeth was “not tolerable enough to tempt him to dance” to support their low opinion of their neighbors.
    Darcy had been in ill humor the whole of the evening, and his unhappiness had been reflected in that thoughtless statement. He realized that if Bingley’s sisters had overheard his remark, then others may have as well.
    On the ride to Longbourn, Darcy had planned out exactly what he would say. He would acknowledge that the remark may have given offense. He would make an apology, which she would accept, and he would leave. But that was not what had happened. Having never been in such an awkward situation before, he had been uncomfortable, so much so that he had actually repeated the offending remark. After laughing at his ineptitude, Miss Elizabeth had taken him to task for his contradictory statements regarding what conversations were appropriate in a ballroom.
    Sitting across from her, he had noted a playfulness in her manner that indicated she was not in the least bit in awe of his rank, wealth, or connections. This interlude also provided an opportunity to truly and honestly appraise her beauty. Although her face lacked symmetry, she was quite pretty with expressive dark eyes that reflected her intelligence and curiosity, and her smile was a reward in itself. By the end of their visit, he found that he wished to know her better, and despite plans to return to London, Darcy decided to accept Sir William’s invitation to come to his home.

    Because Bingley was so eager to see Miss Bennet again, their party was one of the first to arrive at Lucas Lodge. In an attempt to soften the harsh impression he had left on those who had attended the assembly, Darcy joined Bingley in circulating about the room. In doing so, he learned that the Robinsons’ best milk cow had mastitis, Mrs. Long was still unhappy with just about everything, a certain Miss Conyers was visiting relations in London, and on and on. But there was only so much goodwill he was willing to impart, and he had sought refuge in a corner of the room where Sir William lay in wait.
    “Mr. Darcy, I noticed at the Meryton assembly that you are a fine dancer, and you and Miss Bingley gave a polished exhibition earlier this evening.” Darcy acknowledged the compliment, but here was another of those pointless discussions for which he had so little patience. He would rather talk about Mr. Robinson’s cow. But not wishing to offend anew, he appeared to be listening with great interest when Sir William announced that the Bennet family had arrived.
    Once Bingley saw the Bennets, he nearly tripped over his feet in his efforts to cross a crowded room so that he might greet Miss Bennet. With her sister thus engaged, Miss Elizabeth walked toward Sir William and the gentleman from Derbyshire.
    “Miss Elizabeth, we were just speaking of dancing. Mr. Darcy was commenting that it is an amusement appreciated by many cultures around the world, and with his quick wit, he noted that ‘every savage can dance,’” a remark that caused Sir William to laugh heartily. He was clearly delighted to have such an august personage as Mr. Darcy as a guest in his home and thought that with his elevation to the knighthood, the presence of people of rank might be a less rare occurrence at Lucas Lodge.
    “What did Mr. Darcy have to say, Sir William? Was he knowledgeable on the subject?” Lizzy asked. “I would not be surprised if he was as it is my experience that those who observe an activity have more to say about it than those actually performing it.” Turning her attention to Mr. Darcy, she continued, “Although we do not have the grand settings of the London balls nor the finest musicians in the land, I believe you will not find us lacking in skill or enthusiasm.”
    “Once again you are correct, Miss Elizabeth, and as an observer rather than a participant at the assembly, I can testify that there was no lack of enthusiasm in the hall. In fact, the room could barely contain all the energy given off by the dancers.”
    Unsure if that was praise or censure, she looked at him with a quizzical expression that seemed to amuse him, and she was preparing to question him about his comment when Sir William suggested that they dance. “Mr. Darcy, considering the inducement, you cannot refuse when so