7 Quotes by Jann Rowland

Watching Mr. Darcy play the love-struck suitor was about the most entertaining thing Bennet had ever seen.

In Darcy, Elizabeth would have a husband who would adore her, but who was stubborn enough to refuse to give in to her. Elizabeth would have a husband she respected and loved, if she could ever bend her stiff neck enough to confess to it. Bennet could not have wished for anything more for his daughter.

Bennet harrumphed, annoyance building within his breast. Was he required to spell it out for them both? Had he thought them poorly suited he might have held his tongue, but Mr. Darcy’s intelligence alone was enough to ensure Elizabeth would have a happy life with him, a matter which had always given Bennet much concern. Most men did not wish for a clever wife. It was clear to him they belonged together, or at least they would suit each other well.

There have been misunderstandings between us aplenty, Miss Bennet, and I would prefer to speak plainly to ensure I am understood. Your reproofs at Hunsford were correct, and I have attempted to amend my behavior in the time since. Nothing has changed with respect to my feelings for you, but this time I would prefer to allow my actions to speak to my attentions, with an eye toward showing you the true measure of my character. That is, if you will allow it.

Bennet was delighted—he had not thought he would receive such amusement when traveling in such circumstances, but his daughter and her unacknowledged suitor were proving him incorrect! But Mr. Darcy said nothing further, requiring Bennet to prod him a little more.

Fitzwilliam sauntered into his study without so much as a by your leave, and in his wake followed Anne and Georgiana. Darcy directed a pointed look at his sister, knowing it was likely at her instigation that they had come, but for once Georgiana did not duck her head or avoid his gaze; instead, his kitten of a sister seemed to have turned into a tiger overnight, and Darcy wondered what other havoc Miss Elizabeth would wreak on his life.

Since spring, I have reason to believe that the stories Mr. Wickham told us of his misfortunes at the hands of Mr. Darcy were exaggerated, if not outright falsehoods.” Bennet felt his brow rising of its own accord, and Elizabeth could not meet his gaze. There was a story of which he was not aware, but as his youngest may, at that moment, be throwing herself into the power of a scoundrel, Bennet knew it was not the time to pursue it.