Posted on Tuesday, 25 May 1999

Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy walked together. Elizabeth considered her position and looked at the sky. Mr. Darcy considered his position and looked at the sky. It was a nice sky.

Mr. Darcy decided that Elizabeth's face was much prettier than the sky. He turned to her and cleared his throat.

"Yes Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth looked him eye to eye.

"I was wondering…" He began and then stopped. He remembered the last time he tried a stunt like this. She had certainly put him in his place. Would she do it again now?

"Yes Mr. Darcy?"

"If you would… please allow me to visit you tomorrow." Chicken, he thought. You don't deserve her, he thought. But you still must try, he thought.

"Why certainly Mr. Darcy." They walked a little bit more in silence.

He tried again.

"Miss Elizabeth?"

"Yes Mr. Darcy?"

"Would you… please call me Fitzwilliam?" Again he chicken out. Maybe he wasn't ready for this.

They walked on till the town was in sight. It was now or never to Mr. Darcy. He might never get the nerve again to face her lovely face and ask it to be his.

"Miss Elizabeth?"

"Yes Mr.… I mean Fitzwilliam."

"Will you marry me?" He blurted out. Then he crossed his fingers. Please, please, please, he begged in his mind waiting for her reply.

"Fitzwilliam?"

"Yes?" He looked at her face still waiting.

"Lets just be friends."

The End