Part 5 Chapter 2 of Mr. Darcy’s Pursuit of Elizabeth Bennet
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Mr. Darcy paced in the game room. It was the only room in which he could be sure that the Bennet family would not visit. Elizabeth’s family and aunt Mrs. Phillips had arrived to pay a call upon Lady Catherine for which he had to be present to provide the introductions. He felt regret at leaving Elizabeth when it was his idea to invite her mother, but he did not have the patience of a…
Elizabeth laughed with her sister Jane as they walked down the driveway towards the house. “You have to admit Lizzy, that it is not difficult having Lady Catherine recover here. She stays in her room and we do not have to see her but once a day when we call upon her.” Elizabeth’s lips turned down. “Poor Fitzwilliam though is called to attend her several times a day. He is out of sorts and his…
Mr. Darcy clenched his jaw and stood upright, the pool cue still in his hands. He looked aside to the servant. “And what did she say when she called for me?” The servant stammered. “Nothing, sir. She requested that I bring you to her.” “How did she refer to me?” Mr. Darcy turned to the servant. “She said her nephew, Sir.” Mr. Darcy frowned. That meant his aunt would not be in a good mood…
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Elizabeth leaned into the window of the hired coach. Her cheeks hurt from smiling nearly the entire several days travel to London and this entire trip to the Gardiners house. Finally, she would be safe and back with relatives, especially Jane. How much she would have to tell her. She bit her lip as the horse led the turn onto Gracechurch Street. How much should she tell Jane of her time apart? Make up a…
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Elizabeth stared. She knew she must look an absolute fright but she could not stop staring at the man who had once offered for her hand. And then she had spurned him most rudely and arrogantly. A man she had thought would never speak to her again, and yet he had followed her into the kitchen and was also staring at her. She blushed and stood, brushing down the wrinkled and filthy apron over her…
Mr. Darcy hung onto the strap as the carriage completed a swift and sharp right turn into the small posting inn’s yard. His driver shouted at the horses as he worked to stop their far too fast speed in the yard. Something must have gone wrong. He would not pound on the ceiling and ask what the devil was happening even though he was thrown against one side as another sharp corner was taken. He…