Miss Jane Bennet is here, at Netherfield, after riding through the rain due to the Bennets' transport being currently unavailable.
I wonder just how much gibberish Bingley would be willing to accept as the truth. What are his limits?
Surely, he could not believe that?
He did, though.
What is next?
Her family would suddenly get worried for her, despite making her ride while they knew there was a chance of there being rain, and run in here, at Netherfield?
I suppose there would be more chance to entrap Bingley... or me. Not that I plan on allowing them that chance. Never.
Never will I ever lose my guard, again.
One time was enough to satisfy me for a lifetime.
-- Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, Derbyshire