At long last, the house is free of visitors.
Miss Jane Bennet was well enough so her removal from the house would not be detrimental to her health. And Miss Elizabeth, of course, accompanied her.
It an utter abomination. That I should mourn the loss. By all account, there should not be any sort of loss. Miss Elizabeth should not be of any concern to me. She frankly should not be.
Yet, she is.
I would lie, if I did not find it so abhorrent. How easy would it have been, if I had managed to lie to myself when it came to her? Perhaps if I reiterated the lie enough times, I would even believe it.
I should not long for her. Yet, I do.
I should not wish to lie. Yet, I do wish it, even if I do not do it.
I dare say, I am starting to long for a lot of things I am probably better off without.
She is unsuitable. And it is no lie.
Perhaps... just perhaps, if I reiterate it enough times, I would manage to put her out of my mind.
-- Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire