Fitzwilliam Darcy, Guardian by Jennifer Joy

Author:Jennifer Joy
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781944795276
Published: 2019-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Hatchards’ charm could not compete against the sense of foreboding Mr. Wickham had provoked in Elizabeth.

To make matters worse, the footman was certain he would lose his place, insisting he did not deserve to continue in Darcy’s employ when he had failed so miserably.

Elizabeth had to talk to William. She needed answers.

Cutting short her outing, she returned to Darcy House only to find that William was still out.

Oh bother. Elizabeth instructed the footman to continue as normal until she summoned him. She failed to see how the man could be held accountable for what had happened. Mr. Wickham would have sought opportunity to speak to her until he found it. If not at the bookshop, then perhaps, at a worse time.

Left to her own devices and needing to busy herself in a task which would occupy her mind, Elizabeth wrote another lengthy letter to Aunt Gardiner. She owed her favorite aunt a more thorough explanation after the missive of gloom and doom she had sent the week before her wedding, as well as the desperate plea for her to reply as soon as she and William had arrived in town.

Elizabeth penned several pages wherein she detailed every hope and every fear she held. Aunt Gardiner would understand. That she was away with Uncle, Elizabeth was certain. Otherwise, she and Uncle Gardiner would have traveled to Longbourn to talk some sense into Father before the wedding ceremony. Alas, they had not stormed the church before the service.

Sealing the packet of papers, Elizabeth set it on the corner of William’s desk where he also had some correspondence waiting to be sent. She glanced over the names on the envelopes, but nothing stood out as out of place. Not one label saying: In which contains all of Fitzwilliam Darcy’s secrets.

With nothing else to do but wait for William to return, Elizabeth set out to explore her new abode. Mrs. Fischer had given her a tour upon their arrival, but Elizabeth wished to take her time and get a feel for the house. Some residences held a foreboding gloom; others, a peaceful contentment. Longbourn had felt happy to Elizabeth for most of her life. It was how she chose to remember her childhood home.

How would the halls of Darcy House feel? And Pemberley?

Walking down the quiet corridors, she was saddened at the emptiness of it. It felt lonely. Or maybe that was just herself.

A wall of portraits offered some insight. William favored his father, with his dark, wavy hair and strong chin. Mr. Darcy looked fierce, posed as he was with his leg propped up on the chimney and two hounds sitting in front of him. There was a glint in his eye, though, which suggested a sense of humor — whether it was his own or the artist’s interpretation, Elizabeth could not discern. He looked solid, decisive, responsible. Just like William. If the portrait was an accurate glimpse into Mr. Darcy’s character, Elizabeth could not see him preferring another young man over his own son as Mr.

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