““Aha!” Richard put a finger to his lips, then traced it in the air, fabricating a mental picture. “She must be tall, fair… blonde, I should think. Blue eyes?” Georgiana giggled. “Miss Elizabeth is not quite my height, Cousin Richard. She has dark hair and curls, and very fine dark eyes!” Richard roared a great guffaw. “You described her to Georgie! In a letter no doubt.” Darcy tried unsuccessfully shrink his tall frame, his ears reddening. “Oh, Cousin, you are dead gone. Indeed, she does sound quite fetching, I cannot wait to make her acquaintance!””
