The Gardiners and their niece planned to stay another week before returning to England. Mr. Gardiner also revealed the sad intelligence that business called him to Rouen, so they would be leaving Paris in two days. Darcy felt a pang; he had already envisioned how he could occupy Miss Bennet’s every waking moment. Do not get ahead of yourself. You do not know whether she will welcome your company at all.
As he watched Elizabeth dance with Lennox, Darcy found it difficult to focus on the conversation with the Gardiners. In her yellow silk dress, her cheeks brightened by the exercise, and her dark curls bouncing, she was simply bewitching. He noted with dismay that Lennox cut a fine figure and was an accomplished dancer. Would that he were another Mr. Collins.
Whenever Lennox touched Elizabeth’s hand, hot waves of jealousy rushed through Darcy. He told himself fiercely that he had no right to jealousy, that Elizabeth was not his. But, she should be, came the whispered response from the deepest recesses of his mind. Simply glancing away from the dancing couple did nothing to alleviate the sensations, since he still felt his pulse quicken and his muscles tense as if his body was preparing to fight Lennox. Darcy gave up his attempts to ward off the jealousy and surrendered himself to the pain.
“I do not believe I am familiar with Lord Lennox,” Darcy said to Mr. Gardiner, desperately hoping that Lennox was one of those impoverished noblemen who needs must marry a wealthy tradesman’s daughter to sustain his way of life. Then Elizabeth would be safe.
“His family is from Surrey,” Mr. Gardiner supplied helpfully. “They own a large estate there. His father is the Earl of Westfield and have done some business together, but it has been some time since I saw his family. Lord Lennox is the Earl’s oldest son and is taking his Grand Tour. He is recently arrived from Italy. Imagine my surprise to find him here!”
“Indeed.” Darcy concluded sadly that Lord Lennox likely had plenty of wealth and could marry whomever he wanted. Nor did he seem overly troubled by distinctions of rank. Damnation! The last thing he needed was a rival. How had Elizabeth managed so quickly to attract the attention of someone who could actually offer more than
Darcy by way of material advantage? And a title as well!
Maybe he was dancing with Elizabeth out of politeness, he thought desperately as he watched her laugh at something Lennox said. On the other hand, he probably did not have a history of offending her and denigrating her family. That was definitely to Lennox’s advantage.
“When did you encounter him here in Paris?” Darcy inquired.
“Two days ago, directly after our arrival. We espied him during a walk in the park. He has been to call twice since then and he secured us an invitation to the Foxcrofts’ ball yesterday,” answered Mrs. Gardiner. Darcy made a polite response, abstracted in his own thoughts.
Clearly Elizabeth is not just a passing fancy for him. Worse and worse. Why should he not be interested? She has everything he would want in a wife: wit, vivacity, intelligence, beauty…Darcy had to stop the cataloguing before he drove himself insane. He reminded himself sternly that Elizabeth had rejected him in no uncertain terms. He had no right to impose himself on her again, but this reminder did nothing to stop the yearning. Every inch of his body longed to touch her, kiss her, make her his.
Mrs. Gardiner seemed to be watching Darcy very intently. Did she suspect his affection for Elizabeth? Had he been that transparent already? I must stop staring at her. But his eyes did not want to cooperate with this resolution. Since Hunsford he had tried to convince himself that he had exaggerated her charms, but now he realized his memories had not done her justice. He was exactly as entranced as he had been at Rosings.
Darcy and the Gardiners watched the dancers swirl past in a riot of color. He reminded himself that all the enchanting behavior Elizabeth had exhibited prior to the disastrous proposal at Hunsford was not flirtatious. At Netherfield and Rosings he had been so certain that she was flirting with him, that she matched wits because she recognized his interest in her and was encouraging it. Her reaction to his proposal had proved how sadly he had misjudged her.
Bitterly he mused that it would be better for Elizabeth if he quitted the field in favor of Lennox, especially since it would not be difficult for her to think better of him than she did of Darcy. When they spoke earlier, she was probably simply being polite to an unpleasant acquaintance, he thought, as the image of her angry face spurning his proposal swam before his eyes – accompanied by a familiar sense of despair. Did it even matter that she was in Paris? She still disliked him and that was unlikely to change. Perhaps I should leave now before subjecting myself to further dashed hopes.
No, I cannot abandon the ship. I must apologize to her. I owe her that much. Only a glimmer of hope remained that perhaps she had changed her mind – or could be persuaded to change her mind about him, but that hope kept him rooted to the spot.
Finally the dance ended and Lennox returned Elizabeth to her aunt and uncle. Her eyes were bright from the exertion and she was simply breathtaking as she floated toward Darcy. Stop! She is probably enamored of this Lord Lennox fellow. Then Elizabeth returned his gaze and smiled brilliantly. Hope, which had lain like a dying thing in his breast, staggered to life.
“Miss Bennet,” Lennox bowed over Elizabeth’s hand, kissed it, and grinned intently at her. Darcy stiffened involuntarily. She smiled at Lennox, but to Darcy’s eye it was a pale imitation of the look she had bestowed on him. Only once Lennox had departed, did the muscles in Darcy’s back and neck relax slightly. Now Elizabeth was his – at least for the space of the next dance. As their hands touched, Darcy felt a surge of energy, like an electric current travel up his arm – a sensation no other woman had ever created. As he glanced over at her he wondered if she could sense it as well, but, if so, she did not betray herself.
They exchanged a few pleasantries as he escorted her onto the dance floor. The room had grown even warmer and, as a result, there were fewer couples waiting to dance.
As the music started to play, Darcy tried to guess at Elizabeth’s sentiments upon seeing him. Was she angry he dared to present himself to her again? The memory of her words at Hunsford caused Darcy’s blackest thoughts to close around him again. No, he must nurture the small flame of hope that had been kindled. Perhaps he could alter her opinion of him – if he was not an idiot again! But, what was the hope of that?
He pulled himself out of his reverie. If he never spoke to her, he could never change her opinion. “Miss Bennet, I should demonstrate to you that I have attended to your reproof at Netherfield by displaying my skill at conversation while dancing,” he said. She colored slightly at this reminder. “Your parents are in good health?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he recalled he had asked her already. What was it about this woman that made him such an idiot?
Although a smile quirked the side of her mouth she did not tease him for his faux pas. “Yes, they are in excellent health, thank you.”
“And your sisters?”
“They are all well. My sister Lydia is gone to Brighton to visit friends.”
No other topic occurred to Darcy and he fell silent, cursing his inability to carry on light conversation in general and his propensity to be tongue-tied with Elizabeth in particular. The dance drew them back into opposite lines, putting a temporary stop to conversation. Instead he enjoyed the sight of Elizabeth dancing, finding every move, every gesture, every flush on her cheek utterly enchanting.
The dance brought them together once more and Elizabeth spoke: “I received a letter from my sister Jane this morning. She wrote that Mr. Bingley returned to Netherfield and has been to visit at Longbourn.”
Darcy smiled slightly. “Yes, he told me he might.”
Elizabeth’s gaze was penetrating. “Did you encourage him? To return to Netherfield, I mean?”
Darcy was intensely uncomfortable revisiting a topic that had caused such strife before, but he should explain his attempts to rectify his officious interference. Hopefully Elizabeth would take good intentions into consideration. “I believe Bingley had some thoughts of giving the house up, but I suggested he visit it again before making such an important decision.”
“Very sound advice indeed.” Her smile for him was genuine and his heart felt buoyant.
“I am pleased you approve. I merely suggested he should see the house in a different season to see if it still suited him. And if he still suited – it.”