Lizzy was not an impetuous soul.
Thinking of her sisters she was sure that she was not as prudent as Jane and not as rash as Lydia. Her whole life she considered herself a very sensible and stable creature. Today, however, standing with her ear pressed against the front door of Longbourn, her sister's wedding celebration spinning around her, Lizzy abandoned all restraint and threw the front door open!
She was not sure who was more startled at her reckless action Mr. Bingley, who stood stunned by her unexpected entrance, our Lizzy herself.
Looking at her newly minted brother-in-law Lizzy cared not about the rules of decorum.
"Pray Charles excuse me, I have an important matter to attend to."
Brushing past Mr. Bingley, and picking up speed, Lizzy scarcely made out her brother-in-law's response.
"Elizabeth, what is troubling you? Elizabeth is everything all right!" Charles Bingley stood dumbfounded, craning his neck to see Lizzy's disappearing figure descend to the waiting carriages.
Lizzy reached the waiting sea of carriages, her eyes wildly searching for the grand carriage bearing the Darcy family crest.
Lizzy steadied herself and attempted to bring herself back from the edge of recklessness.
Searching the scene once more it was clear to her that Mr. Darcy had departed. Of course he had escaped Lizzy thought to herself. Why would he stay after the way she had treated him. He would rather flee the scene and hurt his dear friend then stay in her company a moment longer.
Lizzy's face was burning hot from her wild run down the pathway. Raising her hand to tuck an unruly strand of hair back behind her ear, Lizzy's eyes began to flood with tears.
It was pointless to stand out in the vulnerability of the front entrance searching for a man who was well on his way to London.
Turning to walk back up to the household, Lizzy was stopped in her tracks by a figure of a man blocking her path.