Darcy got up. "Don't be silly -- I'll drive you."

"No, it's okay."

He ignored me and grabbed his coat.

"Don't you have skiing to do?" I asked.

"The slopes aren't going anywhere," he replied as he opened up the front door.

It was bright out from the sun glistening off the snow. We walked over to the car in silence, the only noise coming from the fresh snow crunching under our feet. Darcy went over to the passenger side and opened the door. I stopped in my tracks.

"I thought you said you were driving."

He looked perplexed. "I'm just opening the door for you." "Oh."

I felt stupid that such a simple, chivalrous gesture could set off my defenses. I got into the car without saying another word.

We began to listen to the ski report on the radio on the short drive into town.

Darcy turned down the volume. "Today is a great day for skiing, are you sure we can't persuade you to join us? It really is fun."

"No, thanks," I said as I looked out at the snow-covered mountains. "I don't think anybody would consider a visit to the emergency room fun."

Darcy let out a small laugh. "Okay, that seems fair enough. But I can't help but wonder why you would come all this way to a ski weekend if you have no intention of skiing."

"Oh, well, that's easy. For Jane. It's the least I owe her."

Darcy quickly glanced at me. "The dress?"

"No, it's more than that. Jane is everything to me. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her, so coming along for a weekend is the very least I could do."

Darcy was silent for a few moments. "But haven't you only known her for a semester?"

"Yes, but we've been through so much ..." I paused. "I don't think I could have survived my first semester without her." My voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "I never realized what a luxury kindness could be."

I didn't know why I felt the need to confess that to Darcy. Maybe it was my way to talk Jane up to Charles's good friend. Or maybe I was tired of people only seeing me one way.

I turned fully toward the window as we arrived downtown, hoping Darcy wouldn't press further.

The two blocks of town were filled with chic boutiques, organic food stores, coffee shops, restaurants, and, fortunately, a small bookstore.

Darcy pulled over and we went inside.

"Over here," Darcy said, leading me to the classic literature shelf. "I needed a copy of Twelfth Night last year." He scanned the shelf and found The Canterbury Tales. "Here it is." He looked satisfied and headed to the register, where he pulled a black card out from his wallet.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He didn't get it. "Did you want to get something else?"

I shook my head. "No. I don't understand why you have your credit card out. You're not paying for my book."

As I began to move to the cashier line, Darcy stood frozen. I glanced back at him.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" I replied coldly.

"You seem to have a problem not only with me, but everybody else at Longbourn and Pemberley, for that matter."

My mouth dropped open. "I'm the one who has a problem? If I thought you were capable of having a sense of humor, I'd think you were joking."

"I'm offering to buy your book and instead of saying thank you, you insult me. Why don't you let me pay for it? It really isn't a big deal to me."

I grabbed the book out of his hand. "Oh, and it's a big deal to me?"

He crossed his arms. "There is really no reason to be difficult about this."

"I'm not making anything difficult. I'm buying something for class. I don't need to take a loan out to buy a paperback."

"I don't think that's what this is about."

"Oh, really?" I said. Darcy had only known me for a few days, we'd barely had a conversation, and here he thought he'd figured me out. "Well, at least I don't have to hide behind my money. I've earned everything I have."

"You don't know the first thing about me."

I tried to keep my voice down. "And you think you know about me? Tell me, Will, have you ever had a job? Have you ever had to do chores around your house -- oh, I'm sorry, mansion?"

He looked down at the floor.

"Thought not. You know what? When I was growing up, I always wished that my family was rich. I imagined not having to save up to buy things. I dreamed that it wasn't such a struggle for my parents to pay for my music lessons. But it was. And when I came to Longbourn and was treated like dirt and met people who were more vile and self-important than I thought people could be, I was grateful that I was born middle class. That I haven't had everything handed to me. Because having to work for things makes you a better person."

Darcy clenched his jaw. "You're certainly a harsh critic. Did you maybe even try to get to know us before you began judging?"

"When?" My voice cracked unexpectedly. "When there were food stamps shoved in my mailbox? When I had to scrub off the 'Hobos not wanted' that was scribbled all over my door? When people were throwing things in my face during my first week? Tell me, have you ever had a milk shake thrown in your face?"

Darcy looked embarrassed. He had no idea what I'd been through. And now here he was, the King of the Elites, telling me that I was misjudging them.

I went on. "Please tell me at what point between the taunting and humiliation during my first few months was I supposed to get to know people better?"

"I didn't --"

"Of course you didn't. That's my point."

I walked up to the counter and tried to not feel self-conscious when I had to flatten my dollar bills wrinkled from the Junction tip jar in order to pay. Once the purchase was complete, I walked back to the car without even looking at Darcy. I grabbed the handle before he could open the door for me.

"In case I haven't made myself clear," I said, once he'd caught up, "I want you to know that I have absolutely no interest in you or your money." I got in the car and slammed the door shut.

We drove back in silence. I ran up to my room as soon as we got back to the cabin. I didn't relax until I heard everyone else leave for the slopes.

Eight

DESPITE THE ROCKY MORNING, I ENDED UP HAVING A GREAT day at the Bingleys' ski house. I got caught up on all my homework, even managing to read ahead in a couple classes, and gave Henry a mini-concert on the Steinway.

I was on my second cup of Henry's amazing hot chocolate when everyone else returned from their afternoon on the slopes.

Caroline entered with Darcy, laughing and talking his ear off. I picked up my English anthology book and decided I could get even further in my reading.

"Hey, Lizzie, how was your day?" Charles asked the second he and Jane entered. He brushed off the snow from his jacket and helped steady Jane as she removed her boots. Their cheeks were bright red from the cold.

"It was great," I replied. "Thanks so much for having me."

"Anytime!" Charles waited until everybody else was upstairs before asking me his next question. "Um, Lizzie, would you be okay if I took Jane out to dinner tonight? I know that Caroline can be, well, not the most tolerable of people, but you'd have Darcy here to protect you."

I tried to not choke on my hot chocolate. It was clear that Charles meant every word he was saying, and at the same time had no idea what he was talking about. Despite my growing displeasure with Darcy and my extreme desire to avoid Caroline, I wanted Jane to be happy. Sometimes friends have to suffer for their friends' happiness.

"Of course, Charles," I replied. "Have fun!"

I went upstairs and helped Jane prepare for the evening. She was ecstatic to finally go on a real date with Charles.

My own dinner was even more awkward than I could have imagined. I kept to myself, only speaking to compliment Henry or offer help. Mostly I felt like I was a third wheel on a date. Caroline kept flirting with Darcy, reaching across the table to touch his hand at any chance she could get. Darcy, for his part, seemed as bored as ever, especially when Caroline brought up prom. Which she did ... twenty-seven times (I counted).

"There are so many responsibilities being head of the prom committee," Caroline stated. (Make that twenty-eight times.)

Darcy pushed away his plate. "Do you think it would be possible to have an evening that doesn't revolve around talking about prom?"

Caroline opened her mouth, but paused. She began to twirl her hair around her finger. "You're right...." She smiled sweetly at Darcy. "Let's get a nice bottle of wine and start a fire."

He shook his head. "I should get some reading done tonight."

"Ugh, reading? On a Saturday night?"

I tried to not laugh as I got up and cleared my place. "Please let me help you with the dishes, Henry," I said once I got back to the kitchen. "Don't make me go back out there." I nodded toward the dining room.

He shook his head. "My dear, you have no idea how long I've had to put up with Miss Bingley. Why do you think I don't use the dishwasher?" He gestured toward the stainless-steel industrial dishwasher to his right as he filled up the sink to manually do the dishes. He gave me a wink as I headed to the living room.

Caroline was mindlessly flipping through the channels on the large flat screen against the wall while Darcy was busy on his laptop. I curled up on the chaise longue and tried to read. As much as I enjoyed Chaucer, the Caroline Bingley Show was much more entertaining.