5Mr Darcy entered his bedchamber with dissatisfaction. The scowl imprinted upon his face instantly arose a dreadful fear in the many servants and workers in the Netherfield estate. After roughly placing himself down onto his chair, Mr Darcy could not prevent the sigh that left his mouth as he repressed the rage pervading through his body at the thought of Mr Wickham. The suspicion that he felt every time they crossed eyes was most infuriating. He had tried to force money out of his family for the majority of his life and used that fortune he had acquired from his deceased father to gamble. His father; someone he had loved more then he could show. How his father had died was unknown to many people, but Mr Darcy had an inkling on how, but without …show more content…
I came to ask of you if you wished for anything to refresh yourself?” a servant responded, still behind the door. “No, I am satisfied presently, leave me.” responded Mr Darcy with the scowl on his face deepening, the irritation of being interrupted from his thoughts present. “As you wish Master Darcy.” The servant replied, their footsteps resounding on the hard cobblestone. Mr Darcy, resuming his previous thought, could not help but let his mind lead back to Elizabeth Bennet. Within Darcy’s heart, there was a tolerably powerful feeling towards her, and he struggled to restrain his confidence around her. “The apprehension that I feel has become infuriating” murmured Mr Darcy disappointedly. Mr Darcy was not ignorant no matter what others said, but still the hints of that man’s menace was present on Elizabeth Bennet. Mr Wickham was a despicable man, whom had lost his trust on multiple occasions. ‘That I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.’ thought Mr Darcy stubbornly, feeling his resentment come forth once …show more content…
Moving with large strides, Mr Darcy proceeded to sit himself at his table, focusing on how he could explain Mr Wickham’s worthlessness in the form of a letter. Writing a letter presented frequent confusing effects on him, and found himself quite nervous as he wrote the letter. Mr Darcy was anxious that no change in attitude between both him and Elizabeth would occur, and that she would take his warning with seriousness, and realise the danger which Mr Wickham was. “Is not this too nice? Will my words be perceived in a different light? I am not one for scheming, but such evils cannot be left un-touched,” Mr Darcy thought as he struggled to put pen to paper. Without the leisure of time, lest Mr Wickham have his way, he forcefully pushed his writing