Little Darcy comes for tea

Friday, January 9 09

It was clear how male-deprived the little Bennet girls were when a member of the opposite species came for tea. They almost couldn’t handle it. The excited high-pitched squeals reached decibels Mrs Bennet didn’t think possible of her five daughters.
This small Darcy however was oblivious to the impact he had on his young females and happily engaged with each, enjoying their company. He had secretly been Miss Bennet Number One’s Darcy since the first day at school, but now the relationship had changed to a more comfortable and level-headed one. Miss Bennet decided she wouldn’t be getting married for a while so potential fiancés were not to be considered just yet. Although it was strange that a year ago or so when this young Darcy had sat at their table, she had suddenly acquired a taste for broccoli and gravy, because a certain gentleman did.
As there was currently not much room in the living quarters, it was therefore rather brave of young Darcy to walk into a room of giggly girls. But he was here to do business. As school council representatives, he and Miss Bennet had set themselves a challenge to write a blog on council meetings, decisions and what they’d like to see happen at school. So Mrs Bennet sent them upstairs to work – away from the younger Bennets who clearly wanted young Darcy to play with them.
“If this happens in 10 years time, I’d quite happily have them working at the dining table where I can see them. Sending a young man into my daughter’s bedroom, would probably not be such a good idea!” she thought.
“Then I’ll be 50, have three teenage daughters and two in the wings of the hormone phase. Think of all the boyfriends? On the other hand don’t!” she told herself.
The upstairs blog writing didn’t last long. One paragraph later, they were ready for tea and downstairs they came, much to the delight of the four younger Bennet sisters, who were thrilled with their guest.
This young Darcy held his own. He left none of them out and had fun with them all. Mrs Bennet only hoped that when the time came for the grown-up Darcys to dine here, they would be as polite as this younger model. Whoever could get her daughters to eat broccoli deserved the Darcy status.