Elizabeth inclined her head politely, then turned slightly as movement across the room drew her attention.
Mr. Darcy was approaching. His manner was composed, though a faint warmth touched his expression, or so she thought.
“Good evening, Miss Elizabeth,” he said as he reached her side. “I trust you are well.”
“Very well, thank you, sir. And yourself?”
“Quite well. Lucas Lodge appears lively as ever.”
“It would disappoint Sir William otherwise,” she returned lightly.
Charlotte turned. “Mr. Darcy, you are acquainted with Colonel Foster?”
“Indeed. Good evening, Colonel.”
After the exchange of civilities, Charlotte regarded Elizabeth knowingly. “You are aware my father will not rest unless you play this evening.”
“A fine friend you are,” Elizabeth answered, her tone amused rather than reproachful.
Darcy inclined his head. “If you permit, I should be honoured to turn the pages.”
Elizabeth met his gaze steadily. “I should like that. Thank you.”
They moved toward the pianoforte.
Across the room, Miss Bingley observed them, her expression settling into cool composure.
Elizabeth selected a familiar piece and began to play. At her slight inclination toward the page, Darcy turned it without hesitation. She murmured her thanks without interrupting the rhythm.
The final notes faded into polite approval.
Sir William clapped enthusiastically. “Excellent! Miss Bennet, might we persuade you to favour us with a song? I am particularly fond ofThe Lass of Richmond Hill.”
Elizabeth coloured faintly. “As you wish, sir.” She did not reach for sheet music. A hush gradually fell as she began.
“On Richmond Hill there lives a lass…”
Her voice rose clear and unaffected, free of ornament.
Darcy listened with an attention she had not expected.
Miss Bingley glanced toward him and found his gaze wholly engaged. She leaned toward Mrs. Hurst and spoke in a low tone.
The room applauded when Elizabeth finished.
Mary stepped forward eagerly. “I shall play next, if you please.”
“Something animated, Miss Mary,” Sir William declared. “A little dance music.”
Mary obliged, and the set began to form.
Darcy turned to Elizabeth. “Miss Bennet, may I have the honour?”
She accepted.
Jane rose at the same moment, Mr. Bingley at her side. Colonel Foster offered his arm to Charlotte.
Along the wall, Miss Bingley watched, with a tight expression.
