The sound of ballroom music playing in Meryton is accentuated by the loud laughter of each participant. As he stands by the wall alongside Mr Bingley, Mr Darcy surveys the crowd of men and women whom are all dancing, laughing and having fun. The candlelight on the walls add to the oak wood walls sipping the glass of white wine he was offered after he walked in alongside Mr Bingley.

He wasn't fond of dancing, not really, despite the fact that his upbringing and status should have compelled him to be the type to dance. Having listened to the many people whispering about how much he earns, which is around £10,000 a year and the fact that he owns half of Darbyshire. He looks around dryly before he sees his friend Mr Bingley heading back over to him. "I've never seen so many pretty girls in my life. The woman I was dancing with is the most beautiful woman I have ever come across. Though her sister is also incredibly beautiful. Perhaps you should ask her to dance?" Mr Bingley says joyfully, smiling brightly.

Mr Darcy looks over at him with a slight raised eyebrow.

"She is barely tolerable, I dare say. But not beautiful enough to tempt me. You should return to your partner and enjoy her smile. You're wasting your time with me." Mr Darcy says dryly as he is clearly not impressed with the ball at Meryton. With that Mr Bingley heads back off to find the woman he was dancing with previously.