Page 23 of The Engagement at Longbourn

Darcy wished the mattress would swallow him.

Mr. Bennet came to the bedside. “Mr. Darcy, I am told your mind is sufficiently restored to distinguish reality from fever.”

“I believe so, sir.”

“Excellent. Then perhaps you and I should speak alone.”

Richard stood at once. Dr. Morrison hesitated, then followed after one warning glance toward Darcy.

The door closed. Mr. Bennet pulled a chair nearer. “My daughter has told me what occurred in the lane.” Darcy’s hands tightened beneath the counterpane. “She says you asked her to marry you.”

Something broke open in his memory.

Elizabeth kneeling over him.

I love you.

Marry me.

You are delirious.

Answer.

Yes.

The memory of her lips beneath his returned with such force that Darcy stopped breathing.

Mr. Bennet watched his face. “You remember.”

“Yes.”

“And the kiss?”

Darcy’s voice was low. “Yes.”

Mr. Bennet leaned back. “I should like to be angry.”

Darcy looked at him. “You have every right.”

“Do I? My daughter tells me you were half senseless, in severe pain, and believed yourself an accepted suitor. She tells me you did not force her. She also tells me she accepted only to prevent you attempting to stand.”

Darcy’s humiliation became nearly physical. “I see.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” He swallowed. “I must apologize to her.”

“You must.”

Darcy looked toward the window.

“And afterward?” Mr. Bennet asked.

Darcy’s gaze returned. “Afterward?”

“Do you consider yourself engaged?”

Darcy answered without hesitation. “I consider myself bound by my proposal.”