By God! Do you still have energies for reading this garbage?! Thank you.that means you're kinda nosey..
The ball

Mrs. Handkerchief was very pleased by her son's performance, but thought those little meetings were not enough. They needed something big, something great and luxurious; they needed to give a huge ball at Netherfield. She told this to her son.

'You would be seen as a prodigal British gentleman if you gave a ball--" said she.

'Alright Madame. This should be settled at this moment. We'll give a ball"

Poor Raoul didn't like to socialize; he preferred reading his books and investigating about the nature, but his mother had a decisive, no-answer influence over him, so Mr. Handkerchief, though against his real will and desire, sent the invitations off to all the families which had single girls in the neighborhood. Mrs. Bennet was delighted, and her bored husband had to deal with her raptures.

'Oh, dear Mr. Bennet´ said she 'if just Kitty, or Mary married to Mr. Handkerchief, you could live peacefully for the rest of your days' Mr. Bennet blinked skeptically.

'Indeed ma'am, with Lizzy and Jane both have good chances of survive, and so do you, and if I were in your place, I wouldn't worry about their future. Overall, I think they don't have any brilliant fate, thus be quiet; they shall get married to a rich man who shall stand their foolishness' and with these words, he returned to his newspaper. He added afterwards 'Certainly, I'll stay at home during the ball; I'm not interested in the Handkerchiefs' fortune'

'How can you speak about your children in that way?!' cried his wife getting out the library. However, her angriness didn't last so much; instead of it, her energy was directed to prepare her two daughters for the great evening which would change their lives.

Mary was indifferent to this excitement. Her bitterness towards world has increased since her sisters' marriages, about two years ago. Not being compared with them anymore was a true relief, but her mother's constant missing them, and therefore, her compelling Mary to go out and hunt husbands vexed the poor girl significantly, considering that she was plain, unaccomplished and without any natural social charm. She could neither be agreeable nor cheerful with people, and even her showing unusual knowledge, acquired through many hours of study, was no as effective as it used to be. Her unpleasant singing , or her boring talks about something she was proud to be familiar with, didn't last in the assembly's minds more than the evening's time, all to be forgotten the next morning. Mary realized this, and was determined to win the battle, though she was conscientious it was lost since the very beginning. Therefore, she kept on studying yet she had not any opportunity.

Mrs. Bennet opened her eyes as much as she could, while standing at her daughter's door.

'What in God's name are you doing, my dear?!" she yelled 'Why are not you getting ready for the ball?'

'Should I go mamma? I don't feel very well, I have gotten a sore throat' answered Mary with a voice which showed her condition.

'It's just nothing, a little discomfort, I'm sure my love. Hurry up, we don't have enough time' and with this disregarded words, said in the most lovely tone, she shut up the door, leaving Mary to her sour reflections. 'Another nice evening, full of pretty girls with beautiful gowns, and charming gentlemen; everybody's engaged, forgetting Miss Bennet. Yes, who cares of Mary Bennet? I'm so plain that I have no opportunity, as ever; but I least I can say I'm different: I've read more than any in the saloon, and practiced my singing more than any lady of the assembly. I'm not able to catch anyone's eye, nevertheless-- who needs admiration, to be loved by the whole of her acquaintances, as my sister Jane, knowing that is intellectually superior to the others? '

She knew she was mistaken, however, under no circumstances she would allow the truth inside her soul to low her spirits. To believe herself intellectually superior was her only consolation, yet being a pedant lie. She didn't want to suffer very much. - Mr. Handkerchief improved Netherfield with all the possibilities that a big income could afford in so few days. New furniture was brought, the house suffered several reparations, renewals and modifications, and the gardens and walks were enhanced in such a drastic way that even Mrs. Bennet and her daughters were rather astonished by gazing at it, and for a short period of time they could not believe it was the place Mr. Bingley used to live.

'It is so natural' said Mrs. Bennet 'that a man in possession of a good fortune wants to add a personal touch to his property. Look, what a fine taste in this shrubbery, and the garden! God, the house is so changed, it has a more elegant sight, look girls, look!'

Mary's indifference was evident; by the other hand, Lydia was delighted with her new neighbor. Her delight increased when he received them personally, with a pleasant smile and good manners. For Mrs. Bennet Mrs. Handkerchief seemed to be a very sociable, cheerful, considerate woman whom she gave a splendid evening, full of gossips, vain talks and everything that could entertain two ladies whose occupations reduced their cerebral activity.

Raoul had to do everything by himself. Her mother gave him the advice to dance with all the girls of the assembly, without showing deference to any of them in order not to raise expectations among the neighborhood. He ought to be pleasant with everybody, to dance with everybody, to talk to all the British gentlemen avoiding his French accent, and to be gallant with all the women, even the old or mature ones.

'This shall be a long evening' he thought when the first dance took place. He chose one of the Lucas girls, the crowd made their predictions. Then other, and other, and other, and every different lady he saw, giving the congregation a great deal of troubles with their forecast, so many that they finally gave up fancying his intentions, rather wanting to enjoy the ball and not torturing their tired minds. But the poor host had to struggle even more than they since after dancing for a great deal of time, he ran out of ladies and had to chose a couple for the next bop. His eyes gazed worried to his mother, who was in absolute interested in his embarrassing situation. The dance was going to begin. Who should he choose? His immediate alternatives were a Miss Williams and a Miss Lucas, whit whom he had danced first. It was a terrible situation, he could not stay doing anything, it would be seen as a impolite, condemnable gesture, yet he danced with anybody, his sharp neighbors -who, effectively, were looking at all his movements- will engage him automatically with the lady he chose. The music began, the girls were ready, Raoul was frightened. Then he saw his salvation, bored and annoyed, standing up near the big window framed with heavy brocade curtains: Miss Mary Bennet. Who will engage him with Mary Bennet? He had heard some gossips about her, and nobody in Meryton could dare to imagine her as his future wife, by Jove!

Mr. Handkerchief took a great breath, full of relief. With perfect manners he asked her to dance with him, and she accepted, though indeed indifferent.

The things were not as easy as our tortured hero fancied, however. Mary was all boringness and silence. She did not say a word during half of the dance, and his partner felt the necessity of prompting the conversation, so that he won't give the impression of an undesirable fellow. For this purpose he had prepared several introductions and small talks and comments which must get them in the way of a warm talk. Thus he began:

'I was said this property belonged to Mr. Bingley, your brother-in-law' his nervousness, due to his natural shyness, made the French accent return.

'Yes, it was' she said nothing else. Cold and indifferent, fed up with the filtrations that nobody directed to her, she just wanted to go home.

By the other side, her partner was confused. All the ladies were charmed with him and seemed very happy of being his couple, but this girl was totally out of this world. She seemed as if she desired to get away the ball, the noise and all those little, vain things that girls generally love. ' Indeed, I understand her. I would like to be among my pretty volumes' so he immediately felt a sort of sympathy towards her. He cried:

'My lady, the whole Assembly has given me a warm welcome. I did not think the British were such amiable people'

'Glad you like it'

'Despite of all these attentions, I'm tired and at this moment, with all the respect you deserve, I would be happier if I could stay alone and look at the stars in silence'

Mary blinked, really surprised, and looked at her companion. She was not sure if he was flirting , making fun of her, or confessing a real feeling. He was handsome, well-bred, foreigner, very rich and gallant, but had something -she could not determine what- that made him different. Therefore she didn't take that answer as an offense, but an enigmatic commentary which was one thousand more interesting than yawning alone in the great saloon.

The dance finished, he thanked her and the ball was over little time afterwards. Mrs. Handkerchief took leave of the guests with a delicious smile that let her show a great, sincere happiness. She had heard several commentaries, which gave her no little pleasure: her dear son was accepted, and which is more important, rather solicited by all the single girls in the neighborhood.