Page 12 of To Go Against Her Heart
“Why, all my friends excel at the piano-forte, are perfectly acquainted with the latest fashions, devote themselves to the entertainment of their guests, and, above all, take great care in their appearance. After all, a woman must be ever mindful of how she presents herself, at every hour and in every circumstance; for what else can so greatly contribute to a favorable first impression?” she asked, and Darcy watched Elizabeth suppress a smile.
“Of course, young women are very accomplished these days; they paint tables, cover screens, and whatnot,” Mr. Bingley added.
“Your list is commendable indeed, and to all this, one must add something I deem more substantial: she must constantly strive to improve her mind through reading. I can honestly state that I do not know half a dozen young ladies who would satisfy my notion of an accomplished woman,” Darcy said, joining the conversation, much to Miss Bingley’s surprise.
“I doubt you may not even know half a dozen, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said, and Darcy looked at her, puzzled.
“Why, Miss Eliza, I am certain Mr. Darcy speaks from experience,” Miss Bingley cried, not knowing in what direction the conversation was headed.
“I am merely stating that I have not seen one with all the qualities you and Mr. Darcy state as a requirement.”
“I assure you; we have many accomplished women amongst our acquaintances. I heard from your aunt that you spent quite some time in town last year; if you moved in the same circlesas us, you would agree to this,” Miss Bingley said with an air of superiority.
Elizabeth did not reply and tried her best to compose herself. The very mention of her time in town the previous year brought painful memories, and it was evident that Miss Bingley wanted to unsettle her. Elizabeth noticed Darcy observing her intently, yet she kept her eyes fixed upon her book, unwilling to afford Miss Bingley the satisfaction of taunting her.
“And what is it you are doing secretly, sir?” Miss Bingley asked Darcy.
“I am writing to my sister,” he replied without interest.
“Oh! Dear Georgiana, how I long to see her. She is a perfect example of an accomplished woman; is she not, Louisa?I have scarcely seen anyone devote themselves to lessons and music with such dedication.”
Miss Bingley went on about Georgiana’s skills at the piano-forte, which Darcy did not care to acknowledge. Elizabeth could simply see that Miss Bingley was partial towards him, and the very thought of them as a couple amused her beyond measure.
What a pair they would make!
She was impatient to return to her sister, but Mr. Bingley pressed her to join them for supper, and she could not decline his request. Unfortunately for her, Darcy sat to her right, but she was relieved that she chose to say very little.
In truth, he struggled to converse with her, uncertain and hesitant about whether she held him in contempt, and worried whether he would say something to upset her. There was something unique about her, and her eyes expressed her emotions beautifully.According to him, her eyes conveyed volumes, even in her silence. Since that morning, he had observed her keenly and was impatient to understand her sentiments toward him.
Elizabeth excused herself after supper. She felt agitated to see no improvement in her sister and was certain that it would be a long night. She decided to fetch some books to keep herself occupied and headed to the library, leaving Jane in the care of a maid.
She was certain the rest of the household had retired for the night, but to her surprise, she found Darcy seated there, occupied with what seemed like a letter, and he seemed oblivious to her presence.
Elizabeth wondered whether she should leave and return later. As she contemplated, Darcy looked up, equally surprised to see her.
Sensing her discomfort, he stood.
“May I enquire if there is improvement in your sister’s condition, Miss Elizabeth?” he asked.
“I am afraid not. I only hoped to take a few books with me, to keep myself engaged for the night.”
“I see; do you need any assistance? The shelves by the fireplace carry poetry,” he said, and Elizabeth realized that he had observed her well during that evening to sense that she might prefer poetry.
She merely nodded, and Darcy perceived she wished to get rid of him.
“I wish you a good night,” he said, leaving the library without waiting for her reply.
Elizabeth stared at him as the door closed, finally considering the matter she had brushed aside the whole day.
Did he really change his attitude just because of me?
Chapter 7
The night proved harrowing for Elizabeth, as Jane burned with fever until the early hours. At last, when her fever broke around half past three, Elizabeth finally felt a sense of relief as Jane spoke.
“When did you arrive, Lizzy? I do not remember how long I have been in bed.”
“I arrived yesterday morning, and you are getting better; do not worry. Mr. Jones has seen you, and there is nothing to be concerned about,” Elizabeth said as she offered Jane water.
