The Ball at The Assembly Rooms this evening was quite entertaining- the penguin was standing alone behind a pillar! I shall be very happy to dance with you Sir, if you like it I said. Exhibited by my parents as a spinster of seven and twenty, with no means of my own save wit and pen, we will cause no greater comment than had a chandelier fall down on our heads. But first, might you tell me your name? I enquired. Would Bingley suit you? Collins? No, not Collins- Mr Knightley then? I know! Witty and handsome as you are- Mr Tilney! It’s Darcy, he replied as we spun round and round. Just call me Darcy.