to love, or even accept him, because of his wealth. It was almost due to her indifference to him that he was so attracted to her; in addition there was her beauty, grace, wit…
Oh, it is no use! he thought to himself as a frustrated moan escaped him.
“Pardon me, Darcy. Did you say something?” asked Fitzwilliam, awakening from his light sleep.
“No. I am merely tired and sore. I hope it is not much longer.” He shifted in his seat, hoping to appear to his cousin that he was stiff from sitting so long. In reality, it was due to the uncomfortable direction his