mr darcy.

"Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend.

Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty;

he had looked at her without admiration at the ball;

and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticize.

But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she hardly had a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes.

To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying.

Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing;

and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness.

Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable, nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with."

~Excerpt from Pride and Prejudice

~Photos from the amazingly breathtakingly talented Eleanor Hardwick (can you believe she's only 15? I about had a heart attack when I found out! What talent amongst youth there is today!), except for the first one, which is from Wild Keiki, (but come to think of it actually looks like the bow and the same type of style on the girl touching the fence thing in Eleanor's photo, 6 photos down, so it might actually be from Eleanor, too, if that sentence made any sense at all) and the last one, which is from Eleanor's tumblr, Ghost Parties.