P&P:TUS A Ball to Forget, pt 2

Mr. Darcy recovers from Twelfth Night.

January 7, 1812

Late morning sun bled in through the window, forcing his eyes open. What the blazed had happened last night? He probably would not feel worse if he had been run over by a carriage.

Darcy blinked rheumy eyes, head throbbing, stomach protesting like a rioting mob in the streets. A mob would have been easier to quell. He pressed his belly and smacked his lips. Drinking so much had been a poor choice, even if it has been in the privacy of his s...