“Oh what is happening here, surely you do not propose to let the Gentleman sample the merchandise Lizzy.”
Eliza fumed, “He no more desires to sample me than I do him.”
“Indeed I do not,” Mr D’arcy sighed, “I merely wish to shoot your Peasants, I mean Pheasants.”
“Then why have you a trouser bulge Mr D’arcy?” Mr Bennet observed. Eliza continued, “Perhaps we could do it if I bent over the table in the billiard room?”
“An excellent suggestion,” Mr Bennet agreed, “I shall fetch the servants, they don’t get much entertainment.”
“Fetch away father, it will all be over by the time they stir themselves,” Eliza prophesied and indeed in this she was correct. XNXX “Then for once we are in agreement, excellent,” Mr Darcy agreed, “But tell me if that is the case
