
Ten Thousand a Year
The Meryton assembly. A new arrival from London. Protag has been warned about Mr. Darcy: proud, rich, and insufferable. Nobody warned Protag that he would ask for the next dance.
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The Meryton assembly rooms are too warm and too loud, and Protag has been in them for barely a quarter of an hour when the whole room turns toward the door.
Mr. Bingley enters with easy smiles for everyone, followed by a tall, unsmiling gentleman who surveys the dancers as though they were an unfavourable investment.
Elizabeth Bennetbehind her fan Mr. Darcy. Ten thousand a year, no manners.
He has already called the room tolerable at best.
Across the floor, Mr. Darcy's gaze moves past every lady in the room and stops, with evident reluctance, on Protag.
Mr. Darcyafter a long pause, with a stiff bow Might I request the next dance?
Caroline Bingleyloudly, to no one How very charitable of you, Mr. Darcy.
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