With All Her Heart by Whittney Teague

Author:Whittney Teague [Teague, Whittney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7: Falling

Elizabeth made her way to the library to return Macbeth and find another book to entertain her. She couldn’t help but hope for a glimpse of Mr. Darcy while she was there. The library door was ajar when Elizabeth arrived.

“She is the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. I hope she gets well soon and will be able to join us for a while before she must return home,” Elizabeth heard Mr. Bingley say.

“Miss Bennett is quite beautiful if you like traditional English beauty,” replied Mr. Darcy.

“She is an angel!” Bingley exclaimed. Elizabeth quietly giggled.

“Now, Miss Elizabeth has undefinable beauty. She has the most bewitching eyes I have ever beheld!” Darcy admitted. Elizabeth blushed furiously. She knew she shouldn’t be eavesdropping but she couldn’t help listening to such a flattering conversation. Mr. Darcy thought her eyes bewitching!

She quietly began making her way back down the hallway to the stairs. She couldn’t wipe the silly grin off her face if she wanted to. She heard someone coming up the stairs behind her and quickened her pace before she was caught.

She has just reached her room when she heard Darcy’s deep baritone behind her. “Miss Elizabeth!” Elizabeth turned toward him and gave a quick curtsey.

“Mr. Darcy, I was just going to head down to the library for a book,” Elizabeth said quickly.

“Oh, may I escort you. I am very fond of books that are not Macbeth,” Darcy smiled. Elizabeth returned his smile and took his arm as they both made their way back down the stairs.

“What is your favorite genre?” She asked.

“I enjoy reading history, but occasionally I enjoy poetry—Wordsworth and Coleridge are my favorite,” shared Mr. Darcy.

“Ah, so you do like pretty words,” she teased. Darcy chuckled quietly.

“Touché, Miss Elizabeth.” Elizabeth’s laughter joined his.

“‘In life’s noisiest hour, there whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart’s self-solace and soliloquy,” Darcy said quietly. Elizabeth stopped and turned to look at him.

“You are intent on proving to me you like pretty words,” Elizabeth whispered.

“Ah, I never said that I didn’t like them. I said I value honesty,” he said taking her hand and placing it on his heart. His eyes holding hers hostage.

“Oh,” was all she could say.

“Miss Elizabeth would you like to take a turn about the garden with me tomorrow after you break your fast?” Asked Mr. Darcy.

“I would like that very much, sir,” Elizabeth answered still mesmerized. He smiled and kissed her hand and continued on toward the library.

Elizabeth’s heart raced in anticipation. Darcy kept looking down at her, adoration on his face. Elizabeth blushed as she murmured, “You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; And, to the leading love—throb in the Heart. Thro’ all my Being, thro’ my pulses beat.”

“You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, like the fair light of Dawn, or summer eve…” Darcy finished pressing a kiss in her palm. Elizabeth sighed.

They had stopped in front of the library doors. “Shall I see you at supper?” Asked Elizabeth. “Until then,” Darcy kissed her hand before departing.

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