Page 96 of Twice Chosen

Mr. Bennet's mouth twitched. "Good answer."

Darcy relaxed by perhaps one degree.

Mr. Bennet sat. "You love her."

"Yes."

"Enough to endure her?"

"Sir."

Mr. Bennet smiled. "That was a test."

"I know."

Mr. Bennet's brows rose.

Darcy cursed silently.

Then Mr. Bennet laughed.

"You are very peculiar, Mr. Darcy."

"So I am told."

The older man studied him for a moment. "I once believed Elizabeth would need a man who could be amused by her."

Darcy thought of fifty-five years of being provoked before breakfast. "She requires one who can survive her."

Mr. Bennet laughed again. "Better."

The humor faded.

"Do not allow her to become an ornament in your house."

Darcy's face changed. "Never."

"And do not imagine wealth excuses neglect."

The words carried more weight than Mr. Bennet intended.

Darcy knew what Elizabeth's father was beginning to recognize about himself.

"No, sir."

Mr. Bennet looked down at his wine. "I have not always done well by them."

Darcy chose not to offer easy comfort. "You are doing better now."

Mr. Bennet looked at him, then nodded.

"Take care of her."

"Always."

Permission was granted.

When Darcy emerged, Elizabeth was waiting in the hall.