( at mr. bennet's comment, atticus ripostes that the next time he elects to engage in a physical altercation, he shall choose him as his second. then atticus immediately retracts his statement and says that a broomstick would prove more advantageous as a second except if barking irons are used. if that were the case, atticus would assure the broomstick is the hard kind to ensure the pistols went off.
the exchange ends and, for a couple of moments, it's quiet except for the soft clings of silverware against glassware before miss bennet breaks it with her solicitude. he glances at miss bennet through his eyelashes, his bangs almost obscuring his vision, and a small smile graces his mouth. ) Already handled, Miss Bennet though I thank you for your concern. Earlier, your footman, Mr. Atwood, delivered a message to the squire wherein I asked him to care for my horse and dog while I recovered. To which, he agreed.
( his smile blossoms to a wide grin that he directs at mr. bennet, but his tone is entirely serious. ) Anyways, I doubt your mother wants to be in the same house with two dogs. ( the pair both laugh, a hearty kind that fills the room with a warmth more intense than the candlelight. mr. bennet's chuckles subsides and he asks that surely mrs. bennet has a better imagination than to deem him that minor and downtrodden creature.
atticus shrugs and dips his spoon into his soup. ) Regardless of the state of Mrs. Bennet's imagination, it'd be a great honour if she thought of me as a dog. What other creature holds us in such high esteem when we do not deserve it? ( he uses his napkin to dab his mouth clean and indicates to the footman that he is finished with his soup. )
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the exchange ends and, for a couple of moments, it's quiet except for the soft clings of silverware against glassware before miss bennet breaks it with her solicitude. he glances at miss bennet through his eyelashes, his bangs almost obscuring his vision, and a small smile graces his mouth. ) Already handled, Miss Bennet though I thank you for your concern. Earlier, your footman, Mr. Atwood, delivered a message to the squire wherein I asked him to care for my horse and dog while I recovered. To which, he agreed.
( his smile blossoms to a wide grin that he directs at mr. bennet, but his tone is entirely serious. ) Anyways, I doubt your mother wants to be in the same house with two dogs. ( the pair both laugh, a hearty kind that fills the room with a warmth more intense than the candlelight. mr. bennet's chuckles subsides and he asks that surely mrs. bennet has a better imagination than to deem him that minor and downtrodden creature.
atticus shrugs and dips his spoon into his soup. ) Regardless of the state of Mrs. Bennet's imagination, it'd be a great honour if she thought of me as a dog. What other creature holds us in such high esteem when we do not deserve it? ( he uses his napkin to dab his mouth clean and indicates to the footman that he is finished with his soup. )