The lights in the assembly hall glimmered with candle light and Mrs. Darcy was so excited to see that her guests were enjoying themselves as much as she was. Her husband , waited at the entrance to their estate and greeted their multitude of guests.
The Darcy's were hosting their annual Christmas ball and at least twice the amount of people arrived this year, than the last. Many new faces walked the halls of their residence hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful tapestries and paintings , which seemed to litter every wall in the mansion.
As Mr. Darcy greeted a variety of guests , his cool and distant standing was beginning to wear thin and he was slowly becoming tired of greeting a wave of dreary, dull people.
However, this soon changed with the arrival of Colonel Brandon and his party. With him , he was accompanied by his wife Marianne , her sister Elinor and her husband. The four clambered from their carriage with such noise that it caught the attention of many of the attending guests outside.
Colonel Brandon slowly walked over to , with his wife's arm linked into his own. "Good evening. I would like to introduce my wife , Mrs. Marianne Brandon and her sister Mrs. Elinor Ferrars and her husband Mr. Edward Ferrars"
"It is a true delight to have you at Pemberly this year, Colonel, It is such a shame that you could not visit us each year."
"Well . I have many matters to attend to in my own home which take up a large abundance of my time."
"Surely , you must wish to take a break each year to come here and enjoy yourself"
"If only that were true . If only that were true." he said while tapping Darcy on the shoulder.
With that statement, Colonel Brandon and his party entered the house, and disappeared into the bustling crowd of guests.