Author's Note: Whoa, it's been about three weeks since I last updated! I've been so busy; lots of things involving Church. Anyways, here is the very short elevanth chapter. Hope you like it. My favorite chapter is next. Review and ye shall recieve a free prize of a Virtual Orb of Pure Awesomeness.

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Conceit and Contemptuousness

Chapter Eleven

A few days later I sat at my desk writing a letter to John when I heard the clang of a door. I expected to see Shane and Shannon back from their trip from the village to get some supplies. But my life seemed to be surprising me at every turn. Instead I found an anxious looking Sam.

"Sam!" I cried, and jumped out of my chair. I bowed and she curtsied.

"Please, do sit," She just stood there. Looking at me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lucas have gone to the village," I explained. Sam looked around the room.

"This is a charming house. I believe my uncle did a great deal to it when Mrs. Lucas first arrived."

"I believe so. He could not have bestowed his kindness upon a more grateful subject," I commented. Then we stood for a while. The silence was beginning to unnerve me.

"Shall I call for some Coke?" I offered.

"No, thank you," she answered. And we stood there for several moments more until she broke the silence.

"Good day, Mr. Bennet. It's been a pleasure." She darted down the hallway, almost running over Shane in the process.

"What have you done to poor Miss Darcy?" he asked.

"I have no idea," I replied.

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The next Saturday I attended one of Shannon's lectures. She was speaking on the increasingly tedious subject of imaginary numbers. In an effort to quell my boredom I found myself studying every inch of the hall.

Colonel Wendy must have been uninterested as well because she sprung up a conversation with me.

"Miss Darcy is such a great friend." My eyes gravitated towards the mass of blonde hair in the front row.

"Is she?" I asked.

"Yes, she's loyal, extremely so. She told me that she just saved her best friend from a most dreadful marriage by removing her from the gentleman's company." This interested me. Sam's best friend was Carly Bingley. I had blamed this solely on Spencer, only to find out that Sam was more or less involved.

"What were the objections? Was he poor?" I inquired.

"No, money was the problem. There were no objections to the gentleman himself. I believe she said it was the family." I couldn't believe Sam! Who did she think she was, playing matchmaker? With that I tried to tune out everything else and return to the fascinating nature of imaginary numbers. But my mind would not listen. All I could think of was what Sam did.