I am not usually one to speak without carefully checking over my ever word. Unless I am distracted but in a place not my own, I am almost never distracted.
It would not do for one such as I to become unaware, even for a moment, of the scheming going on in the heads of fortune hunters.
However, (and I would not have mentioned it, were it not for the fact that this journal is my own and no one else is privy to it) only an hour ago, I had made a great error in judgement in speaking to Miss Bingley without thinking.
For the first time in years, I spoke without thinking my words through.
For the first time in years, I was distracted in a room filled with preying eyes.
All because of a pair of fine eyes.
-- Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire