There are times when I utterly love the way Mr. Darcy speaks to me, which in turn ends up in a book. Today was one of those days. I was struggling with the Darcy/Elizabeth romance near the end of the book. There are only so many ways to write 'I love you', and then THIS dropped into my brain, and - of course - I had to share it with You!
“If I could go back in time, I would travel back to October 15, 1811, and ask for an introduction to the most beautiful woman I know when Bingley badgered me to dance.”
“You would dance with Jane?” she teased.
He gave her a look of tender exasperation. “To me, you are the most beautiful woman in all of England.”
“I am glad you did not say ‘the world’, for then I would suggest that you require very thick spectacles.”
“You tease because I am making you uncomfortable.”
“Partially. I am not used to trumping Jane in the card game of looks and grace.”
“If it helps, you are my Queen of Hearts.”
“Fitzwilliam Darcy! When did you become a poet?”
“October 15, 1811,” came his earnest reply, “where at a horrid little assembly that I did not want to attend, my world tilted on its axis, and I have yet to regain my balance.”
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