The Darcys in Venice – Part 12

 

“And so another New Year begins,” Darcy said thoughtfully gazing out at the Grand Canal. Large flakes of snow were gently falling, and decorating the iron railings above the water. A little ice tinkled about the edges, but the canals were not frozen, and light from the candelabra in the palazzo opposite reflected in the dark water. “A fine snowy night to greet 1817.”

Elizabeth shivered a little and drew her furred wrap around herself, on the divan where she was seated by a noble fire in the g...