He heard her laughter before he saw her; and following the sound he found her in the gardens. Her head was tilted back in mirth, bare shoulders shaking, all aglow in the moonlight.
If he could see her face then, he knew her dark eyes would be sparkling with playfulness as she looked at her companion. Dark, dancing eyes peering beneath lowered lashes so exquisitely thick. She was hardly aware of the effect that look had on the opposite sex, which made her frequent use of it all the more dangerous.
Elizabeth Bennet, was, in a word, intoxicating.
He would think, given his great fascination with the woman, that such a sight would be his undoing.
And it was; but he derived no great pleasure from it, as the recipient of her warm gaze was another, and he slipped back into the shadows as he made his way back to the house.