Deception by Wegner Ola

Author:Wegner, Ola [Wegner, Ola]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

Darcy knocked energetically at the parsonage door. He did not wait long before it opened with Mrs. Collins standing on the other side. Without a word, she let him into the small foyer.

“Forgive me, Mrs. Collins, for interrupting you again, but I believe I have forgotten my gloves in the parlour,” he spoke in a decided, emotionless tone.

“Have you, sir? I have not noticed. Let me check in the parlour,” Charlotte replied, visibly confused. She did not even manage to move in the direction of the parlour’s door before Darcy came close to her, taking her arm with a gentle firmness. Mrs. Collins raised her bewildered eyes as he leaned towards her, speaking in a hushed whisper.

”Let me see her,” he paused a little and added. “Please.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, and she whispered back uneasily, “Mr. Darcy..., I truly cannot. She is so upset. She is not in any condition to receive visitors, not to mention your presence in her room would be far from proper.”

Darcy shook his head. “Mrs. Collins, please allow me see to her. I ensure you that my intentions are nothing but honourable. I want to help her.”

Charlotte searched his face, asking calmly. “Honourable? Do you mean honourable enough to marry her?”

Darcy nodded instantly, his expression earnest. Charlotte stared for a long moment into his dark eyes. Looking to the side, she whispered, “Second door on the left.” She felt her palm being squeezed, and she heard a quiet “Thank you.” When she lifted her head, he was already on the stairs. Watching his large frame on the narrow staircase, she whispered to herself, Do not ruin this, Elizabeth.

***

Darcy stopped before the simple, white painted door which had been pointed out to him. He wished his heart would stop racing so much. He needed to calm down and compose himself. Inhaling deeply, he raised his hand, knocking lightly.

There was a silence for what seemed an eternity, when a weak, unnaturally high pitched voice was heard saying, “Come in, Charlotte.”

Darcy entered, closing the door behind him soundlessly. Elizabeth was turned with her back to him. Bent over the bed, which was strewn with various items of feminine clothing, she was folding some lacy garment. Her travelling trunk was wide open. Darcy looked over the pale blue room, his eyes first resting on the unfortunate closet in which his aunt had advised how to arrange shelves. His eyes returned to Elizabeth. She was wearing a simple cotton, light mint green dress, the same she often wore during her walks. But her hair was not pinned tightly at the top of her head as always. It was hanging down her back, in a rich, tangled heavy curtain of curls. He was surprised to observe how long those tresses were. He knew from Georgiana that most of the ladies wore hair not longer than reaching the shoulders. She had explained to him that it was much easier for a maid to arrange it when it was shorter. What am I thinking about? He scolded himself.

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