( his called name is carried to him on a favonian wind. vexation cuts through him like the edge of a piece of paper across a finger. his sole utmost desire for the night was not to be seen and singled out, which lasted barely half an hour before being dashed. damn. damn it all. he should have tried harder to resist mr. frahm's insistence to go out.
but the feeling is momentary and surprise becomes the prominent feeling when he discovers miss bennet speaking to him. she then introduces her relatives to him. atticus is surprised and, furthering his surprise, pleased by miss bennet's presence that he cares not about being recognized. visibility is easier to endure when it is by a trusted person. he hardly recognizes her in these surroundings — in the fashionable crown jewel of the nation and a golden hall brimming with fashionable people replete in silk and jewels. the last they saw each other was christmas eve, over a fortnight ago, at longbourn. the party had been cut abruptly by mr. bennet when it became evident that mrs. bennet and her daughter were determined to argue over sleeping arrangements ad infinitum. atticus was glad he did so and expressed his joy by bellowing out a sea shanty on the ride home. his singing voice was better then, but barely so. )
Miss Bennet. ( he smiles, a note of surprise in his voice. ) Of course. I am honoured to make their acquaintance. ( he bows at mr. and mrs. gardiner and then does the same for miss kitty. ) And to remake Miss Kitty's.
( atticus takes no note of the colour or style of miss bennet's dress. for his part, beneath his black wool tailcoat jacket is the same silk damask waistcoat he wore at christmas, glittering gold even in the dim candlelight. black is not a colour he often wears (preferring striking colours to his father's saturnine). still, he thought it most appropriate to wear something darker and less conspicuous at the theatre tonight. what doesn't escape his notice, however, are the furtive glances exchanged by the gardiners to each other and then to miss bennet. as their expressions are aloof, it is impossible to infer the meaning behind the looks and their thoughts of him. atticus has no doubts that word of his reputation has reached london one way or another as either censure or amusement. it matters little to him. miss bennet appears glad to see him, and only her opinion is of any importance to him. )
Are any additional Bennets here tonight? ( or in london, though if there were more, he thinks his ears should be burning. )
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but the feeling is momentary and surprise becomes the prominent feeling when he discovers miss bennet speaking to him. she then introduces her relatives to him. atticus is surprised and, furthering his surprise, pleased by miss bennet's presence that he cares not about being recognized. visibility is easier to endure when it is by a trusted person. he hardly recognizes her in these surroundings — in the fashionable crown jewel of the nation and a golden hall brimming with fashionable people replete in silk and jewels. the last they saw each other was christmas eve, over a fortnight ago, at longbourn. the party had been cut abruptly by mr. bennet when it became evident that mrs. bennet and her daughter were determined to argue over sleeping arrangements ad infinitum. atticus was glad he did so and expressed his joy by bellowing out a sea shanty on the ride home. his singing voice was better then, but barely so. )
Miss Bennet. ( he smiles, a note of surprise in his voice. ) Of course. I am honoured to make their acquaintance. ( he bows at mr. and mrs. gardiner and then does the same for miss kitty. ) And to remake Miss Kitty's.
( atticus takes no note of the colour or style of miss bennet's dress. for his part, beneath his black wool tailcoat jacket is the same silk damask waistcoat he wore at christmas, glittering gold even in the dim candlelight. black is not a colour he often wears (preferring striking colours to his father's saturnine). still, he thought it most appropriate to wear something darker and less conspicuous at the theatre tonight. what doesn't escape his notice, however, are the furtive glances exchanged by the gardiners to each other and then to miss bennet. as their expressions are aloof, it is impossible to infer the meaning behind the looks and their thoughts of him. atticus has no doubts that word of his reputation has reached london one way or another as either censure or amusement. it matters little to him. miss bennet appears glad to see him, and only her opinion is of any importance to him. )
Are any additional Bennets here tonight? ( or in london, though if there were more, he thinks his ears should be burning. )