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Darcy and Bingley stood just inside the foyer of a neat but modest home on Gracechurch Street waiting for their cards to be presented to the mistress of the home and her niece.
“The Gardiners do not appear to be destitute or even wanting,” Bingley whispered. “This paper is new.” He nodded toward the wall. “Caroline has admired it and had begged me to allow her to redecorate the front sitting room with it. However, I prefer paint over flowers.” He pursed his lips as he studied the paper on the wall. “Unless of course my wife prefers flowers, and then I shall prefer them as well.”
Darcy chuckled. “I have not considered my preference one way or the other. I simply wish my surroundings to look…” His brow furrowed as he thought of how best to describe his taste in decor. It really was not something he considered often. He knew what he liked and what he did not, but he had not put significant effort into deciding how he would decorate a home. His mother had done that sort of thing, and now, if a space needed refreshing, he simply deferred to the opinion of either Georgiana or Lady Matlock. He shrugged. “I prefer my rooms to be welcoming and not garish, homely and not ostentatious.”
“Which is why my sister should not be allowed to decorate your home or mine,” Bingley said with a smirk. “Are you prepared to see if it is possible to convince a Bennet lady to take on such a task?” he whispered as they followed behind the maid who directed them to the sitting room on their right.
They had discussed how they would approach this interview as they had travelled together today. It was decided that the folly of both Caroline and Darcy should be broached directly as neither gentleman wished to be left wondering as to their position in hoping to attain their happiness.
“Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, it is a pleasure to meet you,” a lady, dressed in the current fashion of the day and appearing to be no older than Darcy, if she was even that, greeted them as they entered the room. Continue reading Thursday’s Three Hundred: Confounding Caroline, Part 7