Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Are You Sure?, Page 9
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Panel 1. The living-room door swings open into the hall. Darcy fills the doorway, coat still on, his expression completely unreadable. Panel 2. A close two-shot in the narrow hall as he stops beside Lizzie, his voice low, his eyes down at her. DARCY: He'd like to see you. Panel 3. Darcy at the open front door with the morning light behind him, looking back over his shoulder at Lizzie with the smallest, warmest smile he has ever given anyone in this house.
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Three panels in the front hall. The living-room door opens and Darcy comes out unreadable, tells Lizzie her father would like to see her, then looks back at her from the open front door with the smallest warm smile.
About this chapter
Lizzie comes home from the leafy lane engaged to the one man nobody in that house would believe she could want, and discovers the hardest part is not saying yes: it is being believed. Jane laughs, certain it is a joke, until the whole reordered story comes out in the dark of their bedroom, and asks the one question Lizzie has never let herself answer out loud. The next morning Darcy is at the front door in his charcoal overcoat asking, of all people, for her father. Behind a closed living-room door two men have a conversation Lizzie is not in, while her mother speculates about lawsuits and Mary offers wisdom nobody requested. Then it is her turn, and Mr. Bennet, dry and unbothered for twenty-two chapters, is not dry at all: he wants to know whether his sharpest daughter has sold herself to a rich man she cannot respect. So Lizzie tells him everything, including the part that was never hers to tell, and says the words she has never once said about anybody. Her father takes off his glasses. Downstairs, Mrs. Bennet goes silent for three unprecedented seconds before the house detonates, and the chapter closes where it opened: the same porch steps at golden hour, except she is not walking up them alone.