Free Mr. Darcy and the Secret of Becoming a Gentleman by Maria Hamilton Page B

was now standing alone on the edge of the dance floor watching the participants in a manner more reminiscent of his behavior in the fall. She laughed to herself as she realized that he looked more natural when he did that than when he was dancing with relative strangers.
    As Darcy stood there, John Lucas approached him. Elizabeth was curious to see Darcy’s reaction to his overture. She had known John Lucas her whole life. He was the Lucases’ eldest son, slightly older than Elizabeth, and very friendly. Unlike his father, John Lucas had a quick wit and an engaging manner that made his outgoing nature a pleasure to encounter. She wondered if Darcy would find his forward behavior presumptuous. Unfortunately her position on the dance floor made it impossible for her to overhear their conversation.
    Nodding his acknowledgment to Darcy, John Lucas stated, “I see, sir, we have the same thing in mind.”
    Darcy gave John Lucas a quizzical look. He had been engaged in the guilty pleasure of watching Elizabeth dance. He knew it was foolish of him. But he could not deny himself the indulgence since this would probably be the last time he ever saw her. Afraid that his intentions were obvious, he replied dryly, “I am not sure I understand you, Mr. Lucas.”
    â€œWell, there are very few reasons for a man to stand in this particular location. It does afford a good view of the dance floor, and if you are particularly interested in dance steps, it might prove advantageous. But I have seen you dance, and you do not appear in need of lessons. This spot also offers another advantage. Once the set ends, all of the dancers will have to pass us by. I am here for the strategic location and assumed that you were as well.”
    Unsure what to make of the man and his observation, Darcy cautiously smiled and asked, “And why would you make that assumption?”
    â€œWell, if I tell you, I am sure you will think ill of me as it will require me to share something personal,” Lucas said, adding with a irreverent smile, “and we both know such behavior is frowned upon.”
    Despite the man’s presumptuous nature, Darcy could not help but be intrigued. It was the first unguarded comment he had heard all night. Darcy’s suspicious side warned him of further interaction, but there was something about the man’s good humor that reminded him of Bingley. The issue was decided when Darcy noticed that Elizabeth was watching them. Whatever the danger, he refused to abruptly walk off and give her the satisfaction of once again proving her reproof true. Instead, he inquired, “Then why would you dare tempt it?”
    â€œFor two reasons. First, I find these social occasions difficult, and discourse with you seems more likely to be entertaining than standing alone—although, if you prefer solitude, I would be more than happy to give you a wider berth.”
    â€œNo, sir, I welcome your company. I know very few people here.”
    â€œYes, but many people know you. As an unknown quantity, you generate great interest. I could not garner the same level of attention without doing something provocative. Be that as it may, I will take your acquiescence as leave to continue. My second reason contains the personal disclosure I mentioned. Despite my position as the eldest son, I think I am more suited for the military. I have a natural tendency to see all human interaction in tactical terms. I cannot help but view a dance such as this as a military campaign, with its various participants alternately in the offensive or defensive posture.”
    Darcy studied the man. His intelligence was obvious, but his demeanor a bit improper. He was tempted to retreat from the intercourse, but had to laugh to himself at his unconscious use of a military term. He recalled his earlier thoughts about his failed attempts at making friends and decided to continue. “Despite my better judgment, I find myself inclined to