Expecting His Proposal

In fact, it was the colonel who found himself by her side whenever they were in each other’s company, and Elizabeth had begun to feel that he might fancy himself in love with her and might offer for her. How unenviable would she feel if put in the position of having to consider the proposal of the one man when it was the incidental touches, the stirring debates, the longing looks, and the rich baritone voice of the other that had made a lasting impression upon her heart.

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire, the brooding Adonis-like man with dark hair and dark eyes who too often crept into her dreams since the night they first danced together at the Meryton assembly and whose hands lingered upon hers a bit too long as they moved through the two dances at the Netherfield ball.

Perplexing man!