I had observed a change in your manner since Mr. Bingley’s ball, some two evenings past; and though I have not spoken of it openly, I could not but perceive that you appeared displeased.

At first, I supposed it might arise from some other concern or vexation; yet, having gently endeavoured to engage you in conversation, and finding nothing disclosed, I am now led to conclude that the disturbance must proceed from something I have done.

Perhaps it was the ball. I made an effort to converse with those beyond my usual acquaintance, believing it might meet with your approbation; yet since that evening, you have been more reserved than is your custom, particularly in my company.

Thus it was that, upon an afternoon, I took a turn about the grounds of our estate, and came upon you seated beneath a tree, engaged in reading. I observed you for a moment before speaking.

“I hope I do not disturb you.”