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“So the biggest reason for the gossip is really Elizabeth’s natural demeanour, rather than the lady herself?”
The Duke sighed.
“Yes, a far more accurate and concise summary of my own ramblings.”
“Should I change, Lord Roderick?”
He shook his head.
“No. And to be honest Miss Bennet, I doubt that you could change. And I mean no disrespect when I say that. I think that you would be unhappy performing a role and it would translate into how you presented yourself.”
“I understand, and you are right. I could be more reserved but I do not think I am capable of simpering.”
Quiet laughter came from all the occupants of the room, including both companions. Elizabeth Bennet and simpering would never be said in the same sentence. Lady Maria brought the conversation back on track.
“Is the gossip harmful?”
“It is a question that I would turn back on yourself. I would be interested in your opinion. For myself, I do not think so. My companions at the supper table were middle ranks of the nobility. They would have to make a conscious effort to engage with Miss Bennet, and I do not think they will do so. It was getting Darcy to smile that was the first pebble in the pond. Everything else rippled out from there.”
Elizabeth turned to Lady Maria.
“Is it really such a rare occurrence?”
“While there is a degree of exaggeration, it is not as much as you would think. Darcy has made little effort to hide his unease at large scale social events, especially balls. Getting him to dance the first was a significant step.”
“How do you recommend I proceed?”
“As if there is no talk. You cannot control it, so do not let it control you. You have attended four balls now. Other than the Colonel and his Grace here, have you danced with any gentleman more than once?”
Elizabeth shook her head.
“Have you turned down any gentleman that wanted to dance with you at a later event.”
“Just one, and it was last night. Mr. Rutherford asked me to dance but my card was already full.”
“Your thoughts on him?”
“My first dance with him was the same ball where I danced with Lord Roderick for the first time. He did spend most of our set talking about himself.”
“So being unable to dance with him was not a tragedy?”
“No, Lady Maria.”
“The point I am trying to make is that most gentlemen enjoy a dance with you at a ball and then move on. When you review your notes, there have been very few that have engaged your interest. They are being perfectly normal, as defined by current society, and you are being yourself, different than most ladies in current society. You dance with the Duke as a friend, to give him a respite from the scheming mothers and daughters. Do not change.”
What Lady Maria did not mention was Fitzwilliam Darcy. She would let that friendship blossom or wither without interference. At least from her. His little sister on the other hand…
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“You are in a happy but reflective mood this morning brother. May I enquire as to what has occurred to have you in such a mood?”
The Darcys were sitting at the dining table, breakfast over, but in no hurry to start their day.
“I had not realised I was so transparent Georgie.”
Georgiana Darcy was a smart young woman, and she had learned from the family dinner how questions could be deflected. And how her aunt had ignored the distraction and focused on the information she wished to hear.
“Mayhap in the past brother but I was wondering about your mood this morning.”
