He couldn't believe it.
It just couldn't be true.
It was simply too good to be true.
He must have misunderstood.
He knew his aunt was a strong-willed woman, and he also knew that Elizabeth's nature would certainly urge her to goad Her Ladyship, but on the subject of an engagement to him?
To him?
Elizabeth hated him! She'd said it herself!
Fitzwilliam Darcy was certainly not a fanciful man, but he couldn't squelch the tiny, tiny shoot of hope that was rapidly growing and overtaking his brain.
Maybe... maybe... perhaps he could shelve his wounded pride and try again?
