I arrived at Pemberley in good time for the party and I had the good fortune to pick up a handkerchief that a girl had dropped, later to discover that she was a Miss Layson and that she would have ten thousand pounds when she came of age.
I spoke to her again when I met her in the drawing-room, and she was friendly towards me. I bowed and moved on, and I was just congratulating myself on making such a useful acquaintance when I heard her friend sniggering behind my back. I could not hear what she said, but the words, ‘only invited because they were a boy short’ reached my ears. Mama had warned me that I would hear this kind of thing and that I must not mind it and so I took no notice, but set out to please each and every one of the girls present.
I did not neglect Anne, either, and I danced three times with her. She knew the first dance well enough but in the other two she was forever going wrong. Unlike the other boys I did not shout at her, I set her right kindly. At the end of the dance I told her that she danced well, for superior dancing consisted not only of performing the right steps but of dancing with elegance and grace. She smiled up at me shyly and I thought of the day when she and I would be opening the dancing at Rosings together as Mr and Mrs Wickham. This thought brought a smile to my face. But as I led her back to her mama I heard a snigger of ‘steward’s son’ coming form the girl who had laughed at me earlier. I was for a moment perturbed, but Anne squeezed my hand and said, ‘Ignore her, George. Melissa Harbridge has always been mean, and anyway she has no right to say such things, because her grandfather was only a blacksmith.’
I thought then that Melissa had done me a service, for she had won Anne’s sympathy for me. I continued to make myself agreeable to everyone at the party and I went home well pleased.
Mama was eager to hear all about it. At the end of my recital, she said, ‘Well done, George. We will have you at Rosings, just you see!’