{"id":2363,"date":"2018-03-23T13:10:02","date_gmt":"2018-03-23T17:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=2363"},"modified":"2021-12-17T13:09:35","modified_gmt":"2021-12-17T18:09:35","slug":"chapter-15-if-mr-darcy-dared","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/wip\/chapter-15-if-mr-darcy-dared\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 15 If Mr. Darcy Dared"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Next chapter, the heat is coming. Fair warning. \ud83d\ude42<\/span><\/h2>

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Chapter 15- If Mr. Darcy Dared<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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A little fall of rain kept the gentlemen away on Monday, but the weather improved enough for notes to pass between the two estates by Tuesday afternoon. Elizabeth had received a few precious lines from her Mr. Darcy, eagerly anticipating her visit later that week. She could not help but sigh as she held the message to her chest. <\/span><\/span><\/p>

Dearest Elizabeth,<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>

I write feeling great agitation to share with you the sentiments that have pent up in the days since we last saw one another. You haunt me, Madam, or at least the ghost of you performs the task. As I sit in the drawing room, Charles is finding a new activity every quarter hour. I am reminded of your visit less than a month ago. I may have never expressed the esteem and admiration I felt watching you care for your sister with such little regard for your own safety and comfort. <\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>

Many nights I could hear you traverse the hall, returning to your room at so late an hour. Perhaps I ought to confess that more than once I cracked my door open to see the shadow pass my door. And it shall positively shock you that my baser instincts planted the seed in my consciousness of what if you should have come to call at my door that night? I should have been delighted, more than you could ever know, and I fear I might be even less of a gentleman than I have managed to display in the times we have been alone. <\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth began to giggle and glanced briefly at her sister across the room. Her letter from Mr. Bingley was making her equally blush, so Elizabeth felt no guilt in continuing her own.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

I write these confessions not to frighten you; indeed I regret that too much of my heart still fears that. But to say that your presence stirs in me a passion I am unacquainted with before these moments, and my heart races with such fervor, I find myself distracted thoroughly in anticipation of the next time we might meet. I catch myself devising ways to steal a few moments alone, and though you have not yet met my cousin, a colonel in the army, he would tease me relentlessly over my poor skills of strategy. So please, Madam, if you hold any devices or arts to aid in this cause, know that you will do this poor man a charitable act. I believe the poets lied when they wrote lines of prose about heartache. It is a most miserable condition, and one I should pray you are relieved of in my absence, but selfishly hope you love me as much as I love you.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>

I can only add, God bless you.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>

FITZWILLIAM DARCY<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Across the room from her, Jane’s eyebrows knit into a single line of worry as she held two notes from Netherfield Park.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Jane?” Elizabeth tucked her note from Mr. Darcy into her trunk on the left side of the bed before joining Jane by the window.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“I’m afraid I may have terrible news,” Jane said, holding both letters open in her hands at either side of her waist. Elizabeth approached and held out her palm, and her sister had to look between the two before she finally selected the note in her left hand to pass over.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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