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Elizabeth's eyes followed his hand as it raised terrifyingly into the air above his head where it stopped. She could see wrinkles of anger on Darcy's forehead which made her more acceptant of the fact that he could strike her. This tension of Elizabeth's was only released through a loud sigh when Darcy's hand roughly drove through his hair in anger and exhaustion. It was from here that her eyes followed it back to his side where it rested against his well toned thigh. It was only at this point that Darcy understood why she was watching him.

"Why do you watch my hand so?" He asked with as much gentility as he could. Elizabeth swallowed before turning away from him and walking to the window where she looked down onto the street.

"It is nothing!" She raised her hand to her forehead at this and wiped away the slight perspiration that had gathered there.

"What do you think me capable of?" He said angrily as he watched her slim line figure from his position in the middle of the room.

"I do not understand you." She said as she looked at him with curiosity on her face.

"I know what you thought I was going to do. I would never strike a woman! I am unlike some gentlemen!"

"I find that hard to believe, I find you capable of many things."

"Such as?" He almost shouted this across the room.

Darcy realised at this that she was the one woman who was capable of making him angry and hold a feeling of longing at the same time. She made him angry very easily but he only had to watch her figure at the window to have a feeling of longing not only for her love but also the feeling of wanting to hold her as his own. It was of course impossible, she had after all, just confessed that she would not have him due to his past dealings with her family. For that he would never be able to forgive himself.

"You were capable of harm. I am uncertain if you still are capable of such a thing."

"Harm to whom? I am unaware of harming any person in my acquaintance." He said solemnly.

"You harmed my sister and through that you harmed me. Can you deny that you separated her from your friend?"

"I have no wish to deny it. However, I had to act in the best interests of my friend. It was after all, only at the ball at Netherfield that I came to understand that his attachment was stronger than hers. Her heart seemed not easily touched."

"Unwanted connection Mr Darcy! That is the main reason why you separated them!"

"I would not do your sister the injustice. It was however, commented on that there is the matter of your family!"

"Unwanted connection!"

"Do you believe that I would be connected to you now if it was due to family connection? I would have not done myself the injustice. However, there was the impropriety shown so occasionally in public by your Mother, younger sisters and even on occasion your father. Forgive me, your sister and yourself are excused from this."

"Then why connect yourself to such a family?" She asked.

"I have my reasons which are not to be commented on to you, I shall say no further. I am justified with my actions for they were done in the service of a friend unaware to the concerns of the other party." At this Elizabeth crossed the room in the direction of the door staring at her husband in distain.

"You disgust me!" She said before walking from the room in the direction of the staircase.

"Elizabeth!" He said in the hope that she would return to him, she however, continued up the stairs to her chamber where he was unable to disturb her due to the stigma she had attached to such an action.

It must have been at least an hour later when Darcy heard Colonel Fitzwilliam's voice in the entrance hall to the townhouse. Pleased to see his cousin after his trying day he immediately bounded out to meet him.

"Fitzwilliam!" Darcy said joyfully as he bounded across the hall and took his cousin's hand.

"Darcy! How do you do?"

"Well Fitzwilliam. Come into the study." Darcy led his cousin through the house at this before opening the door into his own private study.

In the comfort of the study the men immediately positioned themselves into an informal position in the chairs. Darcy sat opposite his cousin, his feet resting comfortably on the wood of the desk as he relaxed back into his chair. Fitzwilliam also held a similar posture but his feet were spread across the floor at full length emphasising the strength in them due to many years of experienced riding.

Darcy sighed heavily as he looked up at the ceiling.

"What is it Darcy? You seem agitated." Darcy laughed slightly.

"You told Elizabeth of my rescue of Charles Bingley?" Darcy asked softly. The confirmation of this question was the nod of Fitzwilliam's head. "Did you know that the other party was Elizabeth's sister, Jane?" The Colonel's mouth fell open slightly in shock.

"My goodness, please Darcy, accept my apologies, I was unaware."

"Of course, I should have informed you."

"How does Elizabeth fair on such news?" Darcy laughed slightly at the Colonel's question.

"She despises me, Fitzwilliam."

"Do you not feel that this marriage is unacceptable?" Fitzwilliam asked quietly.

"Never, I want Elizabeth and if that means that I have to live without the luxuries of having a wife I am willing to do so. I care for her dearly but her despising me is driving me insane!"

"She has never encouraged more than name only?"

"Never," Darcy said strongly. "As you know our relationship was promised in name only, I cannot break that. She has never even looked at me with any more than distain. How would it be possible for her to love me as I do her?"

"Give her a present Darcy! Women adore presents!" Fitzwilliam grinned at this. "Find something as beautiful as her."

"That is impossible, there is no such treasure in this world that would compare in beauty nor equal it."

"You are truly besotted, Darcy!" Darcy laughed with his cousin at this.

"She makes me ill! I never slept last night, all I could think of was Elizabeth in the next room and my not being able to possess her. I also left early this morning so I did not have to see her, it of course cited speculation with the servants."

"Why do you not inform Elizabeth of your feelings Darcy?" The Colonel asked.

"I could not." Darcy said as he vigorously shook his head. "She would never forgive me, I could loose her completely."

"Can you continue suffering?"

"No." Fitzwilliam stood at this and laughed at his cousin.

"Then your only resolve is to inform her of what you feel." Fitzwilliam held his hand out to his cousin at this. Darcy smiled quickly before standing and taking his cousins hand in a goodbye embrace. "Good luck, Darcy!"

"Thank you Fitzwilliam."

As the door closed behind the Colonel Darcy relaxed back into his informal position thinking of what his cousin had told him. Would she despise him more if he told her the truth or would it change anything?

Darcy contemplated on this one question for sometime before he found himself at Elizabeth's door. As he knocked on the door he criticized his stupidity of listening to his cousin but just as he was about to walk away the door was opened. Darcy looked back at the door to see the tantalising view of Elizabeth in her nightdress stood at the door.

Darcy found that he could not speak a word as she stepped aside and allowed him to enter the room. How would he say what he wanted to express but most importantly how would Elizabeth react?

Another question for you all to answer: Do you think that Darcy will actually tell Elizabeth of his feelings or will he escape without doing so? Tell me what you think!