Felicity in Marriage by Aria Benedict

Author:Aria Benedict [Benedict, Aria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-10-15T06:00:00+00:00

A Letter to Mother

Lizzy raced across the room the moment the footman entered the library carrying a silver salver filled with correspondence, all dignity forgotten. The servant was not startled by his mistress’s display. All the household servants were now quite used to Mrs. Darcy’s newfound obsession with the post. It had been a full month since Edward Darcy had gone away to school and he had yet to write a single letter to his dear mama.

Every day Lizzy went through the post with great eagerness, and every day she was disappointed. Today, however, she would find her joy.

“Finally! Two letters from Edward. Perhaps one was waylaid—no, one is for you and the other is for me, how odd,” Lizzy said, offering her husband the letter addressed to him.

Darcy crossed the room, though equally excited to finally have news of his son, he managed to keep at least the pretense of decorum—he even took a moment to put right the chair his wife had knocked over in her haste.

Lizzy was already perusing her letter. “‘Dear Mother’, he writes. Dear Mother! Who is this ‘Mother’ he is speaking of, last month I was his mama!”

“Edward is not a little boy anymore, Elizabeth,” Darcy replied.

“I realize that, but it is no reason for me to suddenly become Mother. It sounds so cold. And this letter is so short! One . . . two . . .eight. Eight lines!”

Darcy tried to shift away from her so that she might not see his letter; his movement only resulted in catching her attention

“What is in your letter? Yours looks longer than mine.”

“All the same things I’m sure.”

“He would have written a letter to both of us if he was merely going to repeat himself.”

Darcy shrugged carelessly as if to say, ‘Children—who knows?’ but his insouciance could not fool Elizabeth.

“It’s about me, isn’t it? Not only am I Mother now, he is writing unflattering things about me.”

Desperately she tried to read over his shoulder. He turned away to prevent her.

“Give it to me.”

“It will only upset you.”

“Nothing he says could possibly shred my heart any more than it already has been.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”

“No. Give it to me,” Lizzy said, racing around the other side to try to sneak a peek.

Again he dodged her.

“Fitzwilliam Darcy give it to me right now.”

He sighed. Knowing she would not be dissuaded, he handed the epistle over.

Lizzy’s eyes found the offensive words almost immediately. “‘Keep Mama from writing so often’.”

“He called you ‘Mama’, that is something at least.”

“I write too often?”

“You have sent six letters to his one.”

“That is because it took him a month to write to me. Eight whole lines.”

“He thinks other boys will tease him if he is forever getting letters from his mother.”

“Do you think the other boys will tease him?”

“Yes, though not necessarily because of how often you write.”

“That is hardly reassuring.”

“It is the nature of children, they are awful. We have four of them, haven’t you noticed how vicious they are? We’ve only just now gotten the girls to stop biting each other.

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