He walked around the grounds of Pemberly watching as the rising sun cast its rays through the trees. He sighed and stopped. And those are the words of a gentleman. Her words echoed through his mind, over and over, like falling snowflakes.
He had never been one for showing his feelings. He had never had a reason to fall in love. He was brought up proud and strong. And then she came along. The girl with the fine eyes and quick wit, that never ran out of something to say. Those eyes that glimmered brightly when she smiled but flashed with danger when angry. He had always wanted to be the one who could give her that smile. But she had only looked at him with a glare, especially when he proposed to her.
And those are the words of a gentleman. He remembered the way her eyes had flashed and how he had felt, he still felt. Confusion. Anger. Sorrow. A mix of emotions he had only truly felt a few times before. Feelings very few could bring out in him.
And those are the words of a gentleman. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he was proud and arrogant. Perhaps he should try harder to seem more social, more polished. After all, as Elizabeth said, perhaps he should take his aunts advice and practise.
And maybe he would get his second chance at love. If Elizabeth could only realize how much he'd change for her. How much he loved her. And how much they could have together. After all they were meant to be. And those are the words of a gentleman