12. 14 November 1811
ELIZABETH
As Elizabeth readied herself for dinner with Becky’s help, her mind replayed Mr Darcy’s words endlessly. She was astonished that he indicated such interest in her future, her “prospects.” She had interpreted him to mean that he wished to marry her. But surely….
She felt quite mortified that she had counselled Mr Darcy that he must take more time to learn about her and her family before speaking of her future.
He certainly had not specified matrimony, had not used the word “marry” or “marriage.” There was—she now realised—more than one way to interpret, “I am positive that, if you wish it, there is at least one future prospect.”
Goodness, it was awful to consider at least one alternate interpretation.
But…everyone seemed to consider Mr Darcy to be very much a gentleman. And she would hope that a gentleman would not suggest to a gentlewoman….
Her face heated up as she considered the word mistress. It seemed a very good word to her, for the most part. She would love to be the mistress of an estate someday, and marrying a man who owned an estate—who was the master—would give her that title. But there was that other meaning of the word….
She would act as if Mr Darcy had honourable intentions. She certainly would not agree to any dishonourable proposition, and thus she need not fear such a possibility.
Taking a deep breath, lifting her chin, she went down to dinner.