Now that she was actually in London, she had a feeling of being sheltered even more. This was but one of the reasons she looked forward to the end of the Season, even though it had hardly begun. On the other hand, Elizabeth was not fashioned for disappointment and thus her sentiments did not preclude her from enjoying all the excitement the Season offered.
Today promises to be not unlike any other in that respect. At the end of it all, there’d be a night at the theater. What an excellent occasion that would be, for everyone who was anyone in their circle would certainly be in attendance. A pair of dark, brooding eyes became uppermost in her mind, sending a warm feeling coursing through her body. Exceedingly puzzled to be feeling that way about a man, particularly one whom she now knew to be engaged to marry his cousin, if one were to believe the many accounts, she hugged her pillow to her chest. What is the harm, especially knowing as I do that my grandfather would never approve of an alliance between Mr. Darcy and me even if he were not tacitly engaged to marry another?
That evening, Elizabeth looked around the theater to see what she could see. Her opera glass to her eyes, her gaze drifted to Mr. Darcy’s box. She pursed her lips. It looked as though he was not very comfortable. Elizabeth well understood his discomfort. Sitting next to him was Miss Caroline Bingley whom Elizabeth had met on two prior occasions. Poor Miss Bingley. Who in town who knows Mr. Darcy does not know about his tacit engagement to his cousin Miss Anne de Bourgh?
After attending to the play for a while, Elizabeth’s attention was drawn once more to the box across the theater. She noticed that Mr. Darcy was observing her. She quickly lowered her glasses. How embarrassing!
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