Lydia in Venice: Rebirth and Regeneration

 

Mrs. Darcy looked concerned as she seated herself at the breakfast table and sought her husband’s eyes with her own. “Mercy, what a night,” she murmured. “I am past apologizing for my sister.”

He put his hand over hers. “My only concern is that you should feel discomfited, my love. Please do not, on my behalf.”

“But breaking the bed – it was so very terrible. I had only to pull the pillow over my head, but you had to go and call out the servants to repair damages, and quiet my sister and – an...