“… Good morning, Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said, with much reluctance. She had been hoping to complete her solitary morning walk in the way she had intended— solitary. There was not much he could be here for anyways— Mr. Darcy was at Rosings for his aunt, should he not be there to attend her?
“Miss Bennet,” he greeted with a small bow. He’d quite taken leave of his senses, as he so often found himself doing while in the proximity of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and followed her out onto the grounds. He had no notion for what he would say. But he was compelled to be in her presence, much to his disbelief and utter annoyance.