The Very Essence of Love by Andreea Catana

Author:Andreea Catana
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2020-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Darcy waited a few moments before he opened his eyes, listening to the movements outside his door. A maid followed Mrs. Annesley’s instructions, directing a footman to fetch a carriage, most likely the activities of any other day. Darcy had no idea what time it was nor did he care to find out. He had heard the knocks on the door, but as always ignored them, hoping they would desist quickly from his lack of reply.

They always did and only then could he sigh in gratitude that they were not adamant. As long as he could stop them by not replying to anything, Darcy felt that Georgiana was also protected from harm. Seeing her in her chamber, lying there unresponsive, filled him with despair, as if there was a sudden realisation of the world coming to an end.

“I cannot lose her,” he thought, while he held her cold hand in his. “She is all that I have left. I have no one else but her.” The doctors came and went and yet no one could tell him what had caused Georgiana’s state. It was not only the intrigue of what had provoked it that puzzled him exceedingly, leading him almost to the edge of madness, but also the lack of a cure. “How can you cure an illness when you do not even know what it is?”

After two nights of agony, of pacing in front of her chamber, of not being able to do anything to help his sister other than sitting with her and listening to the desperate hiss of her breathing, Darcy retreated to his study. He could not bear to hear the words of those around him any longer, false assurances that Georgiana would recover. All of those words seemed insulting. He could not believe them and from then on, he refused to see anyone.

In the morning, he heard the doctor say to Miss Bennet that it was a good sign Georgiana no longer had the fever, but he could not force himself to stand up and go and see her. What if it was all a lie? What if it had been just an improvement of the moment as happens at times? Doctors had told him the same once before, and still his parents perished nevertheless a few days later. “In this situation, people are prone to say words of compassion that help with nothing, words that they think you need to hear. I do not want them.” Darcy heard new noises inside the hall and recognised at once the voices of Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Annesley. He knew precisely what they had come here for. But he was determined not to see them, not now at least. The Colonel’s voice was loud and demanding.

“Darcy, open the door! I need to speak to you.” Darcy said nothing, while the pleading on the other side continued. “You cannot carry on like this. You know that you cannot stay hidden in there forever. You must leave your desk one day.

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