A Wife for Mr. Darcy

frighten me, Mr. Darcy?”
    “No, but I do mean to warn you as one of their favorite entertainments is to dig up repulsive creatures from stream beds and share them with the ladies. And they are fearless. Do not be surprised if you find them in the top branches of your apple trees throwing fruit at your servants and laborers.”
    “When I hear of the Crenshaws’ arrival, I shall send up a hue and cry to alert the population. And your plans, Mr. Darcy? Will you stay at Netherfield and provide the neighborhood with some protection?”
    “No,” he answered looking away from her. “After the ball, I shall return to London as I have important business to attend to, and it is likely that I will not come back to Netherfield at all.”

    “Lizzy, Mr. Darcy likes you,” Jane said to her sister upon her return from her walk.
    “And I like him.”
    Although she was sorry that he would be leaving the country for good, she had enjoyed their short time together. But someone of Mr. Darcy’s elevated rank would have no interest in the daughter of a gentleman farmer, so that was that.
    “What I mean is that he admires you.”
    “Jane, if you are inferring that Mr. Darcy has a romantic interest in me, let me disabuse you of such a notion. Mr. Bingley will have his ball, and immediately afterward, Mr. Darcy will permanently return to town. However, I confess that I will miss him as Mr. Darcy possesses a fine wit, although he definitely uses it in moderation. But I do not wish to speak of Mr. Darcy, but of Mr. Bingley, and I have news to share.”
    Jane was elated when she heard that Mr. Bingley would definitely remain in the country, especially since, by his own admission, he frequently succumbed to his need for movement and would abandon the city for the country, and vice versa, at the spur of the moment. So this was very good news indeed.
    With the exception of Jane and Bingley, who were clearly enjoying each other’s company, supper proved to be a somber event. The sisters were still upset at Charles’s announced intention of marrying whomever he pleased as they knew full well that it would please him to marry Miss Bennet. Mr. Hurst, as usual, had nothing to add as his only interests were in food, wine, and cards, and the engaging Mr. Darcy of the morning was missing. He was distracted and made no effort to converse with anyone. After removing to the drawing room, he once again chose to write letters, but even so, Lizzy found that he was often glancing in her direction, but in an abstracted manner, as if he were looking past her to things he must do when free of Netherfield.
    Mr. Darcy was thinking of Elizabeth. During their walk in the grove, he had found himself so attracted to her that he had decided that it would be best if he left Netherfield immediately and not to wait for the ball. What purpose would be served by remaining? He was enchanted with a lady whose position in life was so beneath his own that any possible alliance was out of the question. Besides, he was not of a nature to toy with a woman’s affections, and he had already made overtures to Letitia Montford. It would indicate a deficiency in his character if he were to alter his course now. He just wished that Elizabeth had not chosen to wear her hair down for supper as he could think of no other sight that brought him more pleasure.

Although Jane Bennet had been gone from Netherfield for only one day, Charles informed his sisters that he intended to ride over to Longbourn to see her. Unsurprisingly, Louisa and Caroline were unhappy with his plans and launched a two-pronged attack.
    “You are being ridiculous,” Caroline began. “There cannot possibly be a change in her health in such a short time.”
    “You do not want to give the appearance of being a love-struck adolescent, now do you, Charles?” Louisa added.
    “I do not care if it was only an hour ago that Miss Bennet left. I am going to Longbourn, and since I am in love with the lady, if people wish to call me a love-struck adolescent, so be it.”
    “And what of Mr. Darcy, who came here to shoot?” Caroline asked. “You have neglected your duties as host as he has done no shooting at all because you have been distracted with other matters.”
    “Do not trouble yourself on my account, Miss Bingley,” Darcy said, quickly jumping in. “I think it may work to our advantage. The birds will be lulled into a false sense of security thinking that there will be no shoot this year, and they