Chapter 10

The deed was done. She had finally managed to say her farewells to Mr Darcy and now she was moving on; to whom or what she did not know.

"I always love a wedding."

"Yes…have we met.?"

"I feared you would not remember me Miss Bingley, we met but once many years ago, I am the Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr Darcy's cousin. I believe you are well aquatinted with him.?"

"Yes, very well Colonel. I am sorry not to remember you."

She wasn't lying. He was handsome and he had an air about him that suggested elegance. And…why was he looking at her like that.?

"I could never forget you Miss Bingley. Darcy spoke of you quite often for a time, when he ceased to mention you I thought you have been married. I am glad to make your acquaintance again though."

She smiled slightly, but with little conviction. This soon…was it wise.?

"I was hoping to be married by this age myself. My father recently passed away leaving me with his estate and, unlike my cousin, I am not happy with solitude. The house is simply too large for me."

A new kind of smile graced her face and her vice regained its mezzo quality.

"Oh I say…" definite advantages. "Do tell me more."

The End.