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I stood at the side of the room watching the different couples waltz around, exchanging smiles and laughs. The light in the room is a faint amber color, which ricochets off the crystal windows, giving the ballroom a distinguished glow.
"Tell me, Mr. Darcy do you enjoy dancing?" I turn to look at the speaker, taking in her pasty skin and cheap dress. She is no doubt the wife of some lowly merchant. Worse yet a soldier! "I don't feel particularly inclined to dance now." I say in a civilized yet cold tone. She seems to sense my aversion to converse and moves on. Just then, my best friend, Mr. Bingley, approaches me.
"Come Darcy, I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance." He exclaims.
"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me stand up with." I scoffed.
"I would not be so fastidious as you are," cried Bingley, "for a kingdom! Upon my honor, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty."
"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," I say looking at his partner. Her name was Jane Bennet. She had an extremely pleasing stature; her posture was straight. Her features well defined, but not overbearing. Her skin was like marble, with the occasional touch of rose in her cheeks. Best of all were her flaxen curls that flowed gracefully. The only problem was that she smiled too much.
"Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld!" Bingley said shaking me out of my reverie, "But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you."
"Which do you mean?" I asked turning around. I knew her to be Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a few years younger to Miss Jane.
Miss Elizabeth was seated a few feet away from me. After scrutinizing her, I was disappointed. There was nothing in her appearance worth looking at. Her skin was smooth, but that was hardly notable. Her posture sufficient, but not as if God himself were pulling a string attached to her back. Her features defined, but very plain. But then there were her eyes. There was just something captivating about them. As if she had a lush secret that was waiting to be discovered. There was laughter and intelligence in her eyes as well. Not many women had that. I forced myself to wrench my eyes from hers.
"She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me." I say, straightening my back and lifting my chin ever so slightly. Bingley sighs and walks away.