Upon entering the assembly room, the party was introduced to Sir William Lucas and his daughter, Charlotte, a rather plain lady, but one who seemed to have a pleasant disposition. Following on Sir William’s heels was the master of ceremonies, who asked if there was any lady to whom Darcy wished to be introduced, but he answered by saying that it was not his intention to dance. Within minutes, the hall was buzzing with news of the amiable Mr. Bingley’s unpleasant friend, who refused to dance because he was above his company.

Darcy spotted Bingley dancing with a lovely creature with blond hair and blue eyes. This was all so familiar to Darcy. Wherever they went, Bingley’s engaging ways quickly won over his new acquaintances. Within minutes, he would be besieged by gentlemen wishing to arrange introductions for their daughters, and he would always end up dancing at least two sets with the prettiest girl in the room.

“Come, Darcy. I must have you dance,” Bingley said during a break in the music.

If Darcy gave any hint that he might be persuaded, he would have Bingley after him all night. So with great emphasis, he answered, “I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner.”

Bingley continued to push and encouraged him to dance with the sister of the golden-haired Miss Bennet. “Miss Elizabeth Bennet is very pretty, and I daresay very agreeable.”

After a quick glance, he said, “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me,” and told his friend that he was wasting his time. After Bingley left, he looked over his shoulder and realized that the young lady had heard what he had said.

“Blast it all,” he thought. He had not meant to give offense. His intention had been to stop Bingley from further entreaties. He was sure he had offended, but since he would not be seeing her again, he made the decision to say nothing. Instead, he went into the cardroom, where he soon found himself playing against competent players, who lightened his purse by a pound or two.