Last night was the worst night of my life. Few can compare.
Of course, it was too much to desire that I shall go unnoticed by the ladies and matrons. That, for once in my life, gossips about my fortune and prosperous estate would not be whispered behind my back, with me being perfectly able to hear the aforementioned gossip.
One of the two reputed 'beauties' of the country was able to capture Bingley's attention. Unsurprisingly.
It is just like Bingley to fancy himself in love everytime he is acquainted with a pretty face, only to lose interest Sooner or later. In most case, it is sooner.
I do hope, it is sooner in this case.
I suppose, some might say, Miss Bennet is pretty. But it is all there is to reccomend her.
Her family is impropriety itself. All that I had heard from her mother's mouth was thoughts on Bingley's wealth.
Her sisters were quite unremarkable. Not manners of the high society. Facial expressions are not symmetrical.
The highest compliment I would be able to give them is that they are tolerable.
I hope to write to my sister, soon. Among this unbearable company, she is to be my only solace. I do hope, she is doing well. I would not stay away from her if it is otherwise.
-- Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, Derbysbire