He had hoped he was stronger than this, his pride not so easily weakened; he finished his letter with a sense of relief that relief was quickly overturned by a sticking sense of fear and worry. How would she react to his explanations, would she forgive him, would she marry him? Oh no she would never marry him, not after such a speech.
He lay back on the bed exhausted by his uneasy mind, he fell asleep. The next morning he woke early, he wanted to be out of the house before his aunt and cousins descended to the morning room. He knew she would take a walk early in the morning, she always did. He walked around the parsonage, out of sight but still close enough to see her. He had been walking around for an hour without seeing her, he retired to a nearby fallen oak tree, his head sunken between his legs in despair.
Finally he heard the garden gate. He composed himself and hid behind the old oak tree. It was indeed her, the glorious creature she was. She walked with such speed and troth, with such force that he could still feel her anger. He could now see her flushed face, a shriek of remorse and sadness hit him, for had he caused this alteration of her fair face.
He stepped out and their eyes met for a brief moment. Surprise and anger was in her eyes, remorse and pride in his.
"I have been walking in the grove sometime in the hope of meeting you. Will you do me the honour of reading this letter?"
She took the letter, he bowed and walked away, he felt if he stayed much longer he would not be able to keep his composure. He wanted to scream out that he loved her, let down his pride and embraced her, kiss her fair face. But no, he was a gentleman and she would despise him for it, he already hated him, she had said as much but the mere thought of her name made him smile…
"Miss Bennet… Elizabeth…. Oh Lizzie"