Pride and Prejudice is one of my favourite comfort books. It never fails to give me a good laugh. I like all the characters in the book. My favourite is, of course, Mr. Darcy. It was my ardent desire to know what goes inside that arrogant head of his, which led me to this interview.
I reached for the interview at Pemberly a bit late. It was not my mistake. I got lost in its lovely gardens and water fountains. Mr. Butler showed me into Mr. Darcy’s study. It was grand. The walls lined with leather bound books. Some were first editions. Mr. Darcy sat behind a large table. It was dark and masculine. But, there were some pretty curios and photo frames on his desk. This was most certainly, a touch from Elizabeth.
I start my interview. But, before I could start, he said, ‘Thank you Miss. Lata for coming over. You are late by 15 minutes. Now, I have just 15 minutes for you. Will you not sit down?’
That rather put me off. I had prepared a long list of questions.
Tell me, why did you attend the ball at Netherfield when you had no interest in it?
There was nothing I could do in such a small place as Netherfield. Besides, Bingley’s house was not really set up. And so I decided to go to the ball. But, I also met Elizabeth over there. And now we are married.’
Surely, marriage has been good for you. But Elizabeth is no beauty and as you said, the family is also not of a high class. Why did you marry her?
It’s a matter of no concern to you.
But, Mr. Darcy, this is an interview and you must give an answer for our readers.
Once I made up my mind, I knew my feelings could not be suppressed. I could not sleep the whole night. I waited impatiently for a decent time to visit which was in the evening at tea. I informed her of my feelings. Of course, she did not agree with me at first. Elizabeth has high standards. She took her time to observe me and understand me. No one else looked at me beyond my Pemberly estate and good looks. That was what I wanted and not another gold digger.
What was going through your mind when you made the famous confession to Elizabeth?
As I told you, once I had made up my mind, I had to tell her. I told her it was against my better judgement to fall ardently in love with her. You know about that. It was the first time I was nervous in my life. It was a new feeling, this quickening of my pulse. I wanted to sit down, but couldn’t sit. I felt impatient. I was terribly worried about her family status. But, when in love, these things cannot be helped. So, I laid out my heart for her and asked her to be my wife.
And how did you feel when she rejected you?
*Smiles*. It was unexpected. Who could say no to Pemberly and a charming gentleman? No one but Elizabeth. Unlike others, she had never tried to be in my good books. I really saw her for the first time then. I was shattered. I do not remember what she said. Something about insulting her family, and my unwillingness to accept her low connections. She accused me of things I did which she felt was wrong. I was insulted. I hated her then.
But eventually, she fell in love with you. What changed her mind?
It was my good looks and my impeccable character. I had written her a long letter. I told her that things are not what they seem to be. I told her my reasons for the way I acted to separate her sister. I also helped her to trace Lydia who had eloped with that rascal Wickham. She was impressed when my housekeeper praised me. I loved the lashing she gave my aunt, Lady Catherine. Eventually, my charm worked. And she was ready to be my wife.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to leave.
I thanked him and left Pemberly with a big smile.
‘I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6′. Today’s Prompt is to feature a guest post or an interview.