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His dark eyes had a peculiar depth every time he looked at her. And his lips twisted by that little smile — she had never paid attention to a man’s lips! Not to mention the touch of his fingers over hers when he had handed her the book in the library. And his scent — did all gentlemen wear the same fragrance? How come she had never noticed it before?
What was happening to her? Why such shallow musings when she should wisely consider her decision that would certainly change her life forever?
As soon as she arrived home, Elizabeth was summoned by her father. After a brief hesitation, she joined him. Before he had time to ask, she began, “I spoke to Mr Darcy at length. We were completely honest with each other, and we clarified some misunderstandings.”
“I am glad to hear that, Lizzy.”
“He told me some unexpected things that altered my previous assumptions, and…”
“Yes?”
“He insisted that he wishes to marry me and that he has admired me for a long while.”
“I see…”
“You are not surprised? I was shocked!”
“I assumed less than you, Lizzy. Therefore my surprise is also reduced.”
“I am no longer certain I wish to refuse him,” she admitted. “He has allowed me time to think and to decide.”
“I am glad to hear that. Truly glad, Lizzy. As I said, it is not about his fortune and connections. Please keep in mind that a few days ago we were debating a possible proposal from Mr Collins! This is the reality, whether you like it or not.”
“I would not have married Mr Collins — ever!”
“I believe you. But you will certainly not receive another marriage proposal from a man like Mr Darcy — with all his faults and qualities.”
“I am well aware of that, Papa.”
“Will you inform me of your decision?”
“Of course. I shall be in my chamber. I need to rest a little.”
She did so immediately and locked the door behind her. The rest of the family was still out, and she took advantage of the solitude. She leant back into the pillows, closing her eyes, and did not expect that sleep would envelop her so suddenly. The last thought that passed through her head was of Mr Darcy’s arms catching and holding her when she had almost fallen in the library. Although it had not truly happened, and she had instead grasped the desk for support, the sensation, his warmth, his strength, his scent, seemed so real.
She woke from a dream so distracting that she needed a drink to cool herself.
Without much consideration, as though trying to shake off any objection or change of mind, she hurried to the library.
Under her father’s scrutiny, she took a piece of paper and pen and began to write.
Mr Darcy,
With my father’s blessing and after thorough consideration, my answer is yes.
We would very much welcome you at Longbourn later today to discuss this matter at length.
Of course, your friends are welcome too; I am sure Mama will be delighted to have you all as guests for dinner.
E. Bennet.
She showed it to her father, who nodded in approval, then sealed it.
“I think I shall deliver it myself, together with the dinner invitation. Your mother will be frantic when she hears she must accommodate last-minute guests, but I hope her poor nerves will bear it.”
“It is a perfect plan, Papa. Before they return, I shall talk to Hill about dinner. I have the feeling none of our guests will be as fastidious this time,” she concluded with a smile, suddenly feeling light-hearted.
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