As lizzy walked back onto the floor she noticed a glare in her direction. She immediately turned to see Mr Darcy staring at her, clearly unhappy. She thought that he would at least have the manners to turn away when he noticed her staring at her. However, he didn't. God the arrogance in some people, she thought. She turned back to Wickham who pointed out to the dance floor asking her if she would dance with him. Just as she was about to accept though someone jumped in between them.

"Oh Mr Collins," Elizabeth said surprised.

"Elizabeth would you do me the honour of this dance." He said taking her hand. It was so hot and sticky. Elizabeth looked back apologetically to a smiling Mr Wickham who quickly said, "Don't worry you'll be in my arms shortly."

Elizabeth flushed before stepping out onto the floor. But Mr Wickham was right. This type of dance consisted of many partners. It was like a collection of small dances and once one small dance had finished you would turn around to be in the arms of another partner. It was a complicated dance but Elizabeth with her love of dance had practised at home with her sisters. However, the way he had said it made her blush. It sounded quite romantic.

She shivered ever so slightly when Mr Collins rested his left hand on her hip while gripping onto her other hand. It was a classical ballroom dance and whilst swaying lightly and sometimes spinning it was quite boring with Mr Collins mostly talking of his esteemed patroness and his beautiful home. Finally, after the final part of the first 'small dance' she walked around Collins to find herself with Mr Wickham.

"Ah it's a pleasure to see you," Mr Wickham said as he put his hand on her hip swaying them.

"Believe me I am glad," Elizabeth said, liking the feeling of his hands on her hip.

As they span around before coming together again she heard Wickham laugh, "Look at Darcy with Lydia. He looks positively foul. Lydia was chatting away mindlessly to him not even pausing to acknowledge him. Elizabeth felt embarrassed at first before remembering that it was only Mr Darcy and he deserved it. "He's always foul." Elizabeth replied and they both laughed. All too soon they were pulled apart and Elizabeth saddened when his hands left hers and as she walked around Wickham for the last time she quickly found herself in someone else's hands. As she looked up to see who it was who was grasping her quite tightly she gasped. Mr Darcy. Elizabeth should have known that eventually, especially with this type of dance, she would have to acknowledge the wretched Mr Darcy but she really didn't want it to be now. She wouldn't even mind Mr Collins.

"Hello, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth said as politely as she could.

He didn't say anything merely nodding. Elizabeth sighed before saying, "Are you surprised to see your friend Mr Wickham here."

Finally she got a response from him, "He is not my friend Miss Bennet and I would say I was more disappointed than surprised to see him there."

Elizabeth sniffed, "Well my family really like him."

"Wickham makes friends easily but loses them just as fast." He lowered his head towards her, "I would advise you to stay away from him if you know what's best for you."

"Excuse me!" Elizabeth gasped holding her head up higher, "I don't think it is your right sir not even as my acquaintance to tell me who I can and cannot be friends with." She pulled away when she realised how close her face was to his. She could feel his breath on hers. As they parted, and Elizabeth was in the hands of the awful Mr Collins again, she acknowledged what had happened. How dare he try to control her? He was the one who was jealous yet he was telling her that Mr Wickham was the bad one.

"What do you think miss Bennet?" Mr. Collins asked.

Elizabeth not having listened to a word of what he had said replied, "Yes."

Thank goodness, it was the right answer as Mr Collins smiled saying, "I knew you'd agree. Oh you and I have such minds alike."

"Oh no Mr Darcy could not have done such a thing!" Jane gasped. They were now in bed and Elizabeth was telling how Wickham had been hurt by Mr Darcy.

"He did. It suits his personality very well. He's so arrogant and filled with pride. Do you know he tried to control me."

"Oh Lizzy no one can control you." Jane said with a light laugh.

"Exactly."

"But did you even hear Mr Darcy's side of the story. It's wrong to have an opinions if you have not listened to both sides."

"No," Elizabeth admitted, "But I gave him a chance to explain and he didn't he just talked of how I should stay away from him like I was a little child! Anyway I pray to god that I would never have to encounter Mr Darcy again."