Magic and Manners - chapter Three by C. E. Murphy

In which Darcy..i mean, Archer behaves like the idiot we know, and love so much!


Archer did not so much as look around, else he might have seen Elsabeth’s eyebrows rise and the interested gaze she settled on his black-clad shoulders. “I recall,” he said instead, and with such stiffness that his entire person might have been laden with starch. “She was, I suppose, tolerable, but not nearly handsome enough to tempt me, nor, it seems, many of the other gentlemen here tonight. I certainly have no interest in young ladies who are slighted by other men. Go, Webber. Return to your partner, and waste no more effort conspiring to waste my time.”