My face of what?
I do not know what kept me from submitting to my urge to kiss Elizabeth. I was most definitely vulnerable, and desired nothing other than to hear an audible “yes” escape from her mouth. I could sense I had injured her most severely with my comments regarding her family, and did not desire to slight her with my harsh temper a second time. I fled from her presence, relieving myself and her from the tension and anxiety. As her husband, I have gained knowledge of her tendencies when reacting to situations, and I could assume that she would have reciprocated my advancement to embrace, but would have recoiled just as quickly. Perhaps she would have slapped me. No one can be certain. Perhaps that would be an intriguing inquiry for Elizabeth.
Occasionally, and only with a certain woman that possesses a pair of fine eyes.
What you have heard is not flawed, for it is true. The story is vague, and I do not possess anymore clarity than the rest of you do. All that I am certain of is one day I returned to Pemberley only to be made aware of an abnormally large box containing what I am now utilizing to access this account on the internet. There was a note attached to the package that was signed “from the Doctor”. I have not been in contact with the mysterious physician ever since. Pray, how was it that you were able to obtain the internet? Do not tell me the Doctor sent you the present as well?
What a pleasure it is to receive a message from you. I must apologize for being absent so frequently. Oh yes, the ball. It was quite enjoyable, and Elizabeth looked as though she were all aglow. I assure you, my dancing is not something one should desire to witness. I fear my improvement has been limited, but I am certain that there exists a few “gifs” that display a moment in which I indulge in making a fool out of myself.
I shall, for I have informed the doctor that I require his expertise.
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
If this should prove to be yet another verse from some modern song, then I must say that I do not desire to familiarize myself with such nonsense.
I am truly sorry for providing you with such a delayed response. Pray, I hope your spirits have been restored to their natural optimism. Should you wish to converse, I welcome your messages.