With a renewal of tenderness, however, they returned to her room on leaving the dining-parlour, and sat with her till summoned to coffee. She was still very poorly, and Elizabeth would not quit her at all, till late in the evening, when she had the comfort of seeing her sleep, and when it seemed to her rather right and perhaps pleasant that she should go downstairs herself. Elizabeth, as much as she loved her sister, did not want to waste this opportunity of a little fun and frolic. On entering the drawing-room she found the whole party at loo, and was immediately invited to join them; but suspecting them to be playing high she declined it, and making her sister the excuse, said she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay below, with a book. Mr. Hurst looked at her with astonishment.
“Do you prefer reading to cards?” said he; “that is rather singular.”
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.”
“I deserve neither such praise nor such censure,” cried Elizabeth; “I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things. There are many great joys to be had from this life,” she continued, warming to her theme, “and many of them do not reside in a book, or at a card table, or indeed pianoforte.” This last statement she was sure to make what she perceived to be coquettish and to strengthen and weight to her point, looked from lowered lashes at each of the gathered gentlemen pointedly, ignoring the ladies.
“In nursing your sister I am sure you have pleasure,” said Bingley; “and I hope it will be soon increased by seeing her quite well.”
“I am sure Miss. Bennet has found pleasure through many and varied mediums,” said Mr. Darcy. “Why must you assume she only has pleasure in serving her sister Bingley? Do you believe that Miss Bennet is of such little accomplishment?”
“My dear Darcy,” replied Bingley, “If I am not mistaken, I think you are looking for a debate in which I have no interest in pursuing. My apologies Miss Bennet on Mr. Darcy’s behalf, it would seem that he is once more in bad humour – perhaps with me alone.”
“Quite the opposite is true Bingley, I am simply saying that I believe Miss Bennet to have secret talents, that we have yet to see.” Elizabeth thanked Darcy in a faux-demure fashion he thought, and he watched her as she walked slowly towards the table where a few books were lying. To Darcy’s delight she bent a little to examine the titles, and he was immediately reminded of how he had imagined fucking her over a table not but a few days since. It was as if she knew what he was thinking, but how he asked himself? For he was sure he had given nothing away… Perhaps she was purely enjoying playing the flirt he thought to himself bemusedly. She was probably desperate for a little fun and attention, the little minx. He started to plan how at some stage he must get her alone and take her – at whatever cost.
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