( the smile that blossoms across miss bennet's face adds another log to the bonfire already burning in atticus's chest from the festivities and speaking to his countrymen. it truly is amazing how just being amongst friends brings light to a dull, grey life.

atticus watches mr. brooke and the male servants take their leave. when she speaks, he returns her smile with one of his own. )

I hope your father has similar sentiments about his gift. ( although atticus doubts mr. bennet will speak them as plainly as miss bennet. no, he will acknowledge the gift with a hearty clap on the back and insist on discussing the book. ) When you have sufficiently mastered the violin sonata, I would be delighted to accompany you. Perhaps we could play for your sisters and brothers when they visit at Christmas. ( he moves to take a sip of his ale but pauses to add, almost as an afterthought, ) That is, if you're comfortable enough to perform in front of others.

( though he does not engage in gossip (in fact doing his best to ignore it), atticus has heard the talk about miss bennet's delightful performances at the pianoforte. to him then, it is no question that not only will she master the piece and match his skill, but she will also be able to replicate it in front of an audience. )