The Folly of Trusting Friends (without checking their sources)
As they drove away from the house, he couldn't help but think of the fact that he would never see her again. Never. He couldn't help but wonder, if what Darcy said was true, if that wasn't a good thing. To think that he had been mistaken all this time in regards to her affections was laughable. Of course it was. Darcy was simply mistaken this time. He was mistaken.
"Hertforshire," Caroline interrupted the silence. "I cannot say I am loathe to part with its company. What shall you miss most, Mr. Darcy? Miss Eliza Bennet's beautiful eyes or Miss Eliza Bennet's mother's voice?" Caroline had been poking Darcy with comments toward his affection for Miss Eliza since the party and Lucas Lodge several months ago. It was driving Charles crazy. And considering he had a temper that was slow to be aggravated, Darcy had to be down right infuriated with her persistence.
But why did they both say that Dearest Jane—did he just call her by her first name—didn't care for him as much as he cared for her. Could he truly be so blind? Surely not. He wasn't a fool. Surely not. Hadn't her eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed whenever he walked up to her? Hadn't she smiled like the angel she was whenever he spoke? Or was his affection, and dare he say, love, blinding him? Was he a lovesick fool?
He glanced out the window as they passed her house. Goodbye Love. Goodbye Hope and Joy.
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