At Netherfield, the grand drawing room exuded an air of quiet elegance. Mr. Darcy, ever the picture of stoic refinement, stood by the large window, his gaze directed outward.

As you entered the room, Mr. Darcy turned to acknowledge your presence with a polite nod. His expression, while composed, he approached with measured steps.

"Good evening," Mr. Darcy said, his voice stoic and even. "I trust you are enjoying your stay at Netherfield?"