When the Netherfield Party arrived, Charlotte drew Lizzy's attention to it. There were two ladies and three gentlemen among them, all dressed in fashionable yet extravagant attire. One of them was looking hungrily at the food table while another had a friendly expression, appearing to be searching for someone. The third man was rather tall and even handsomely attractive; he would have seemed intimidating if he didn't have such an odd gaze fixed on Lizzy.

Just then, Sir William Lucas approached their party, and Lizzy saw an opportunity to mingle. She nodded at Charlotte before making her way towards the group. As expected, Sir William stopped her and offered introductions.

Lizzy soon realized the man staring at her peculiarly was Mr. Darcy—the same one Mrs. Bennet had been complaining about! She couldn't help but find the situation amusing since his expression was far from being proud—it resembled that of a lost puppy instead.

When she returned to Charlotte, she whispered, "Oh Charlotte...he looks so miserable."

Charlotte herself was surprised by the sudden change in Mr. Darcy's demeanor; she remembered him declaring the entire assembly barely tolerable before. So, she asked Lizzy, "What did you do to poor Mr. Darcy?"

Lizzy shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I have no idea."

Darcy was so overwhelmed by the situation that he hadn't even realized that he had been staring at the lady in a strange manner until Bingley murmured in his ear, "Stop staring at her."

Caroline Bingley was not oblivious to the events that transpired, for she always had her eyes on Darcy's every move.

Her envy was sparked when Sir William Lucas introduced Elizabeth and Darcy learned the name of his mysterious allure.

Caroline thought little about Jane Bennet other than her being her brother's current fancy, which she assumed would be replaced with another beauty once they returned to London for the season. However, when Mr. Darcy showed interest in her country mushroom of a sister, bells of alarm went off in her head and whatever small regard she had for sweet Jane evaporated. Caroline set out to formulate a plan to separate her brother and Mr. Darcy from these country bumpkins, even if it meant breaking sweet Jane's heart earlier than anticipated. Her determination increased when she witnessed Darcy asking Elizabeth for a dance - something he never did with women he had just met.

When Mr. Darcy approached Elizabeth to ask for a dance and supper set, it took her by surprise as her mother had mentioned earlier that he had not danced with anyone other than his host's sisters at the last assembly. Even so, Elizabeth wanted to talk to him, so she thought dancing would give her a good opportunity to decide if she could trust him with sensitive information. She felt a bit flattered as well, since it was the first time a newcomer in Meryton showed interest in her rather than the local beauties like Miss Louise or Jane. It was a new experience for her, but while dancing with Mr. Darcy she noticed that, even though he was a graceful dancer, he was painfully quiet.

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"Come now, Mr. Darcy, we should have a conversation," Elizabeth prompted.

Darcy was taken aback by her directness; however, instead of feeling offended, he felt awkward due to his unfamiliarity with casual conversations.

"Do you always like to converse while dancing?" he inquired.

Elizabeth gave him a mischievous smile and replied, "Often yes—otherwise things turn out rather dull without any discourse."

The smirk caused a tug at Darcy's heartstrings, yet all he could do was nod in agreement before hesitantly asking, "Do you enjoy reading?"

His question amused her. "It appears ballroom conversations aren't your forte," she teased.

Darcy looked at her in amazement and asked, "How did you come to that conclusion?"

Elizabeth picked up on her partner's unease and decided not to tease him further, so she gave him a reassuring smile and said, "I've never talked about books while dancing before, but I'm always happy to discuss them. I really do enjoy reading." Darcy felt relieved.

When they discussed different literary works, it revealed that their tastes were similar despite their differing views. Elizabeth sometimes seemed to express an opinion just to gauge his reaction. For the first time, Darcy was actually enjoying his conversation with a lady instead of merely tolerating it.

During supper, as opposed to dancing, they sat together and talked about various other topics. Darcy described the lovely lakes in Derbyshire and Elizabeth informed him about Oakham Mount, which was her favorite place to explore around there. Suddenly her face became distressed when he asked about it; with a deep breath, she replied in a whisper: "I know you and Mr. Bingley are looking for a missing servant at Netherfield Park."

Darcy was taken aback by the shift in conversation but nodded for her to continue. Elizabeth said, "Well then... I believe I may have some information that could help."

Darcy gaped at Elizabeth in disbelief as she uttered the words. Before he could ask any more questions, Elizabeth swiftly took a paper slip and placed it on the table in front of him. She curtsied politely to him and then hurried off to join her friend Miss Lucas.

Bewildered, Darcy reached out and hesitantly picked up the note to find "Tomorrow, Oakham Mount, 9 am" written on it. He was perplexed: why would a lady give a gentleman a note like this? Did Miss Elizabeth know something about the abduction that could not be discussed openly in the ballroom or even during a social call? He briefly wondered if it was some kind of trap for compromise, but quickly dismissed that thought: Miss Elizabeth certainly did not appear as calculating as her mother and elder sister.

Elizabeth glanced at Charlotte with an expression of distress, and queried her anxiously if her plan would succeed. Charlotte soothed Elizabeth's worries by promising that she was going to be there for her; thus, Elizabeth had no need to be afraid.

Lydia felt her feet grow tired from all the dancing, so she made her way to the refreshment table. As she glanced around, she noticed a gentleman in a brown tailcoat slip into a side room with a young maid following closely behind him. Lydia had witnessed similar scenes at balls before and relished having something juicy to gossip about later. This time, however, she noticed something peculiar: the man had a scar on his hand and was not wearing gloves.

It all came back to her from the last ball at Netherfield Park the previous year, when Mortimers had stayed there. She distinctly remembered seeing the man with another servant girl, who had red hair. She hadn't given it much attention at the time and didn't see the man's face clearly, but even then she noticed that he wasn't wearing gloves and probably had a similar little scar.

Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley had both mentioned that the maid they were referring to had red hair, a shorter stature than most women, and gray eyes. Lydia did not know if it was the same woman, but she felt an intense sense of foreboding that led her to believe she should follow them.