Darcy has the joy of showing Elizabeth the treasures of his library.
November 26, 1812
The maid pulled apart the curtains, and left the tea tray. As soon as she had withdrawn, Elizabeth opened her eyes and lifted her head from the feather pillow. Darcy, in his nightshirt, was beginning his ablutions with water-pitcher and bowl.
“Oh, Darcy,” she fairly wailed, “only look at the rain!” He turned from his splashing and smiled at her warmly.
“Derbyshire can be damp in winter, I believe I neglected ...
Published on November 25, 2024 03:05