Pride And Prejudice Creative Writing

While attending a ball in Longbourn last night, I witnessed an altercation between Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet that I won't soon forget! The ball started out as any other. I arrived to the assembly hall early, and made polite conversation with Mrs. Bennet and her five girls until the majority of the guests had arrived and dancing began. My first partner of the night was Mrs. Bennet, who gossiped to me throughout the dance. She expressed her concern as to why Mr. Bingley and his party hadn't shown up yet. Had they forgotten? Had they skipped deliberately? Her concerns were put to rest when Mr. Bingley and his party of four entered the assembly hall moments later. The entrance to the hall was immediately swarmed with guests itching to finally become acquainted to the man named Mr. Bingley. I myself wasn't able to glimpse him until an hour
later. He had a pleasant countenance and was a fine gentleman. It wasn't Mr. Bingley who got the most attention, however. It was his friend, Mr. Darcy, who really had heads turning.
Mr. Darcy was a fine, tall person, with handsome features, and an abundance of wealth. The ladies immediately declared him much more handsome than Mr. Bingley, and he was respected for most of the night. Until, that is, his disgraceful manners were revealed. Mr. Darcy only danced twice the whole night, and declined many conversations and introductions. It was soon decided that he was a most disagreeable man, and no amount of wealth could make up for his rudeness. I myself was unfortunate enough to witness his attitude firsthand, in an event I will not soon forget! I had spotted Miss Elizabeth Bennet sitting out during one of the dances, so I had decided to walk over and make conversation.
As I approached, I overheard Mr. Bingley questioning Mr. Darcy as to why he refused to dance. Mr Darcy’s response was that there were no ladies at the assembly that it wouldn't be a pain for him to face. Mr. Bingley then addressed Elizabeth who sat alone, and asked Mr. Bingley if he wished to be acquainted with her. Mr. Darcy looked around to Elizabeth, and then withdrew his eyes coldly. “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no mood at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men,” Mr. Darcy proclaimed, and then stomped off, quickly followed by Mr. Bingley.
I stood there for a second, my mouth open wide, not believing my own ears. What a horrible and upsetting thing to say about dear Elizabeth Bennet, especially with her sitting in the near vicinity! I hurried over to comfort her, to tell her that she was quite handsome enough to dance with, but it seemed that the exchange had not fazed her in the
least. “Thank you, Mr Etringer, but it is quite okay,” Elizabeth assured me when I began to comfort her. “There is no enduring a man as horrid as Mr. Darcy. I do not lose much by not being handsome enough to dance with him, for I quite detest the man anyway.” Elizabeth strode off to find a partner for the next dance, and that was that. Even today, I still cannot fathom the rudeness of Mr. Darcy! While at a ball in Longbourn, I had witnessed a rude exchange that I will not soon forget. I do sincerely hope that Mr. Darcy does not attend the next Longbourn ball, or things could become quite out-of-hand.