{"id":6401,"date":"2020-05-12T09:27:59","date_gmt":"2020-05-12T13:27:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=6401"},"modified":"2021-12-17T12:50:19","modified_gmt":"2021-12-17T17:50:19","slug":"chapter-2-mr-darcy-presents-his-wife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/wip\/chapter-2-mr-darcy-presents-his-wife\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 2 Mr. Darcy Presents His Wife"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

This chapter did not want to be written… oooh it was a stubborn little beastie. I kept getting stuck at trying to write it in a way to capture Elizabeth’s challenges with her mother and elder sister, because in canon, there is a discernible break between the sisters after London. According to the annotated\u00a0Pride and Prejudice<\/em> by David M. Shepard, it’s assumed Jane and Elizabeth married together in a double-wedding. Now, I 100% agree with that reading of “happy was the day” singular Mrs. Bennet married off her two most deserving daughters . . .\u00a0 I just am not sure they had the same smooth path to that double-wedding day . . . \ud83d\ude09<\/p>

XOXOXO Elizabeth Ann West<\/h1>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Chapter 2 - Mr. Darcy Presents His Wife, a Pride and Prejudice Sequel Romance Novel<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

The Bennet carriage drove to Meryton with Mrs. Bennet on one bench and Jane and Elizabeth upon the other. In order to arrive on time to the modiste, the morning walk with Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley had been conducted before the normal hours for a call by design.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

The annual autumn assembly was not two weeks from when Jane accepted Mr. Bingley\u2019s offer of marriage, and Mrs. Bennet had made the appointment straight away with the lone modiste in their small hamlet, Mrs. Camille Sitchwort. Mrs. Sitchwort offered misery and misanthropy in each visit, though Jane never joined Elizabeth in her harshest critique of the woman.<\/span><\/p>

“I do not see why you wished to come, you despise the modiste,” Mrs. Bennet complained, glaring at her second daughter. Before Elizabeth could defend herself, Jane explained once again how she hated all of the attention to be upon herself.<\/span><\/p>

“Please, Mama, I wanted Lizzy to come with me. She always offers such practical solutions,” Jane said, turning to her sister to bestow approval. “And I so despise when all of the attention is on me. Maybe Lizzy can be fitted for a new gown?”<\/span><\/p>

“But Jane, sweet Jane, this is your moment to shine. Your marriage to Mr. Bingley shall be a highlight spoken for generations! There will be no match to meet it!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, as both of her daughters blanched.<\/span><\/p>

Mrs. Bennet continued to lecture Jane, more gently than she had ever censured Elizabeth, about the importance of setting aside her shyness. Elizabeth gazed out the carriage windowpane. The annual assembly would be held next week and she suddenly felt a stab of vanity that she would not have a new frock for the occasion. Jane meant well, but if it was up to only their mother, Elizabeth would wear her gowns right up to discarding to the rag pile.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Thankfully, Elizabeth visited her father after her stroll with Mr. Darcy, where he commented on the improved color in her cheeks. Relating how she wished to support Jane, and mentioning the gown she wore last year had already been turned, her father offered her a small amount of pin money. Now all she had to do was flatter Mrs. Sitchwort, a woman she never could humor, and her new aim to surprise Mr. Darcy with a fresh gown at the assembly would be a success.<\/span><\/p>

Twice widowed, rumors abounded that Mrs. Sitchwort’s second husband was not dead, but merely abandoned Camille after catching her amorous with another man.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Even if Mrs. Sitchwort had been the kindest dressmaker in all of England, her predecessor Mrs. Long had been so well-loved, the community of Meryton would have struggled to accept a pitiable widow. For a woman to claim the status twice over raised eyebrows. As it was, no one allowed their husbands to be measured alone with Mrs. Sitchwort. When the militia had been stationed in town, Elizabeth noticed one or two officers were always in her shop, their uniforms ever in need of stitching.<\/span><\/p>

“I am here to support Jane and see to my own purchase,” Elizabeth announced, sensing that her mother had lost steam in her chastisement when she reached complaints about Lady Lucas and Charlotte’s wedding to their cousin, the year prior.<\/span><\/p>

“Your purchase? What’s this? I am the keeper of the accounts, and all funds must go to support Jane!” Her mother glared at her disloyal daughter, extending a hand as though Elizabeth would place the funds her father gave to her in her mother’s palm. But Elizabeth shook her head.<\/span><\/p>

“Mama, please do not trouble Lizzy over her new gown. She’s not had a single new frock since the spring,” Jane said gently, riling her mother even more.<\/span><\/p>

“And where do your gowns go, hmm? Lizzy enjoys a healthy supply of new trimmings and your aunt and uncle do spoil her,” Mrs. Bennet bristled at the accusation she had mistreated her daughter as the carriage came to a stop. She huffed in exasperation as she often did when Jane and Lizzy outnumbered her in logic and sense.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

After Mrs. Bennet stepped down from the carriage, Jane paused in her precedence over Lizzy.<\/span><\/p>

“When will you tell her and Papa? If she knew . . .” Jane whispered.<\/span><\/p>

“Tonight. After dinner, Mr. Darcy will take an audience with Father.”<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Weekly chapter alerts, news, and other happy tidings! Join my mailing list!<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tIf Lady Catherine had ever learned to use the Internet, she would have been a great proficient. Click here.<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Chapter 2 (cont'd) - Mr. Darcy Presents His Wife, a Pride and Prejudice Sequel Romance Novel<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

The two Bennet girls stepped into the late autumn sunshine, and a few passersby paused to see if any other Bennet sisters were to exit the carriage. Spying none, and therefore seeing no additional opportunity for sales at the sweets shop or milliner, the bustling activity of the small hamlet continued.<\/span><\/p>

“Jane,” Elizabeth called after her sister as she hurried to stand next to their mother inside the shop. Elizabeth took a deep breath and held it, attempting to prevent inhaling the odious smell that would confront her inside. A mixture of body odor, tobacco smoke, and a heavy perfume scented with orange oil made the contents of Elizabeth’s luncheon turn somersaults in her stomach.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Mrs. Sitchwort sat upon a stool near bolts of fabric, smoking a carved clay pipe. The bowl her callused fingers clasped held an unmistakable red glow and had a small cherub carved where the bowl and stem met.\u00a0 She greeted Mrs. Bennet and congratulated Jane. When she spied Elizabeth, she merely nodded and blew a few smoke rings.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

No one said a word as Elizabeth stood there, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement. When there was nothing further, she spoke up for herself. “I’m certain you won’t find displeasure in an additional commission. I, too, should like a new gown.”<\/span><\/p>

The only person Elizabeth disliked more than Mrs. Sitchwort was her assistant, a young woman that went by the name of Angelina. Usually, Elizabeth would never look to find fault with a shopgirl, beyond that which was necessary to make a purchase. But the young woman had a nasty habit of pricking Elizbeth with pins in each fitting, far more often than her sisters reported.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth also learned by questioning Kitty after Lydia\u2019s elopement with Mr. Wickham, that they spent an inappropriate amount of time in Mrs. Sitchwort\u2019s shop, with none other than Angelina in attendance. Jane learned the same as the sisters gave Kitty a more thorough interrogation than either of their parents, but she did not fault the assistant. Women of lower class could always hope for a rise in station from that rare officer who needed not an heiress\u2019 fortune, but only a warm bed.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cWho shall I fit first? The blushing bride or the sister?” Mrs. Sitchwort asked her main benefactress, Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth coughed as the smoky air began to irritate her lungs.<\/span><\/p>

Mrs. Bennet frowned. Never one to be accused of being a great wit, she was still a woman able to manipulate circumstances to her preference. And she preferred the time alone with Jane, without Elizabeth\u2019s meddlesome ways. “Oh do fit Lizzie first. Then she can run along to the bookstore or other places as it may please her.” Mrs. Bennet said dismissively, making it very clear which daughter she favored.<\/span><\/p>

A worn, three legged stool was lifted from the back and brought directly to the center of the room, and placed in front of the three bay windows that looked out to the streetfront. Elizabeth avoided stepping up on the stool, a humiliation that infuriated her as Jane never had to raise herself the six inches. But as Jane and Lydia had inherited their father’s height, Elizabeth and Mary had not. Kitty enjoyed being a height between the two sets of sisters, often claiming a pretty frock from Jane or Lydia before it was hemmed higher and passed to Elizabeth or Mary.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI should like that white voile with the lavender flowers,\u201d Elizabeth said, imagining herself a vision in white with lilac accents in her hair and shoe flowers. Her base gown could be\u00a0 lavender with the gorgeous voile used for the overdress.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cThat fabric is set aside for Jane\u2019s trousseau,\u201d Mrs. Bennet pronounced.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth turned and gawked at her mother\u2019s further favoritism, but she received no support from Jane. Instead, her elder sister sat serenely, ever the peacekeeper. But Elizabeth was not fooled, either. If Jane did not also prefer the fabric, she would have spoken as much. Love for her sister pushed her selfish wants aside, and Elizabeth selected a different white voile, a simpler one with elegant lines of silk woven into the weft.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m afraid that is all sold out. The assembly is just a week away, you ladies have waited much too late for your selections. The peach is spoken for, as is this fresh lemon.” Mrs. Sitchwort explained as Elizabeth selected additional colors that often match her complexion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Known for her dark eyes and equally dark hair, many of the colors that flattered Jane disagreed with Elizabeth\u2019s sun-kissed complexion. All of the whites and pale colors were spoken for, and only one decent fabric remained. The color, a dull hunter green silk, but Elizabeth did not dare request it. Instead she looked Mrs. Sitchwort dead in the eye and asked her directly:<\/span><\/p>

“Pray, what fabrics are there left that I may select from that my mother and sister do not claim?”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

The simpering assistant Angelina walked to the back at her employer\u2019s nod.<\/span><\/p>

“Surely you can understand we must reserve the higher end fabrics for your sister\u2019s trousseau. It is a moment all young women hope to only have happen once in their lifetime,” Mrs. Sitchwort stalled, inhaling a long draft off her pipe, and emphasizing her claim that she had been married twice. “When you are set to walk down the church aisle, we shall find appropriate fabrics for you as well.”<\/span><\/p>

Mrs. Bennet snorted. “Lizzie, married? No, she has spurned one offer and made it quite clear her intentions to remain a spinster.” Mrs. Bennet lobbed her criticism at her daughter. It was public knowledge in the village now that Elizabeth had shunned Mr. Collins before he offered for Charlotte, an intelligence Elizabeth had wished remained private for her friend Charlotte\u2019s sake. But Mrs. Bennet held a grudge over Elizabeth’s rejection of Mr. Collins, and the inheritance of Longbourn by proxy, even though Jane\u2019s match with Mr. Bingley would most assuredly protect them from falling into poverty after her father’s demise.<\/span><\/p>

“Mama,” Jane gently scolded, as she looked to Elizabeth quickly to offer her support. Only the sisters knew that Elizabeth was indeed betrothed to Mr. Darcy, a man worth ten times that of Mr. Bingley in both annual income and property holdings. “I’m certain that my sister will find happiness like I have.” Jane smiled and Elizabeth pressed her lips tightly closed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

A Compromise at the Ball...<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\"if\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

A kiss at the Netherfield Ball . . .<\/b><\/span><\/p>

As Charles Bingley and Fitzwilliam Darcy prepare for the Netherfield Ball, a gentlemen\u2019s challenge develops between them to secure their future happiness . . . with the two eldest Bennet sisters! But when things do not go as expected for Mr. Darcy, Hertfordshire society is in an uproar over the pursuit of one of their favorite daughters by such a wealthy gentleman.

Despite being claimed by Mr. Darcy as his future bride, Elizabeth Bennet has no plans to wed the proud and disdainful Mr. Darcy, no matter what her father says! At her sister\u2019s urging, she agrees to give him a chance, if only for Jane\u2019s sake. But there are others with an interest in breaking a match between Fitzwilliam Darcy and some country miss. . .

The stakes are high and romance strong as two of Jane Austen\u2019s most beloved characters dare to declare their feelings, dare to defy family, and dare to trust each other!

If Mr. Darcy Dared<\/em> is a steamy romance for fans of Elizabeth Ann West\u2019s other works, especially those readers who love their drama cranked to a ten!<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Now in Kindle Unlimited!<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<\/i>\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\tShop Amazon\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Chapter 2(cont'd) - Mr. Darcy Presents His Wife, a Pride and Prejudice Sequel Romance Novel<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

Obediently, Elizabeth stood upon the stool. Just as she had predicted, the assistant brought forward the dark hunter green fabric and Elizabeth had an idea.<\/span><\/p>

Her happiest shopping moments had always been with her Aunt Gardiner in London. Madeleine Gardiner was ever the shrewd woman to make a deal. Both Elizabeth and Jane had observed this many times.<\/span><\/p>

“I recall this fabric being here last year,” Elizabeth said, and Mrs. Sitchwort pulled out the pipe from her mouth.<\/span><\/p>

“I believe you are mistaken, though it is a popular color.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth slanted her eyes. “I’ve not seen this color featured in a fashion plate in two years,” Elizabeth laughed. “On second thought, perhaps I shall not purchase a gown and go next door for supplies to retrim one of my older ones.” She stepped off the stool to the shock of her sister and mother.<\/span><\/p>

Mrs. Sitchwort began to speak quickly, as in a small hamlet like Meryton, she could not afford to lose any commission, even if the client was not to her liking. “On second thought, I do believe you are correct. But the shade would be ever so lovely against your skin and in the candlelight.” Mrs. Sitchwort unpinned a swatch of the cloth tacked to the bolt, and held it up against Elizabeth’s cheek bone.<\/span><\/p>

“I cannot be sure. Perhaps if the fabric could be discounted since it is, as you say, from last season, I shall have enough left over to accessorize it properly.” Elizabeth then waited, a skill her aunt also taught her. In every negotiation, whomever spoke first, lost.<\/span><\/p>

“Lizzie, why are you so difficult?” Mrs. Bennet argued and Mrs. Sitchwort looked to the mother, but no further support came. Not even Mrs. Bennet was above saving money. The proprietress turned back to her most troublesome client, seeing if she would budge. But Elizabeth shook her head.<\/span><\/p>

“My father gave the funds to me. I’m afraid I’m wasting my time,” Elizabeth said, and Mrs. Sitchwort emptied the contents of her pipe into the dustbin.<\/span><\/p>

“I can complete your gown for three quarters of what I normally charge,” she began.<\/span><\/p>

“And it is still delivered before the assembly next week,” Elizabeth added, and Mrs. Sitchwort scowled.<\/span><\/p>

“Yes, now hurry back to the stool or we shall never finish all of these orders in time,” Mrs. Sitchwort said, picking up her pin cushion that gleamed in the sunlight spilling from the windows in the front of the shop.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth sighed, and submitted to her punishment. But as both women spared her not a prick, Elizabeth smiled as she felt as though she had won the day. With the money she had saved on the fabric choice, she would indeed go next door and select gold ribbons for both her hair and belt, and wear her grandmother’s golden cross. Then she would seem to glow in the candlelight as she imagined what she might wear, walking to Mr. Darcy to dance their first dance betrothed to one another.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Distracted by her thoughts, she turned her head sharply as Jane rejected one of the gown designs their mother pointed out.<\/span><\/p>

“I believe Miss Bingley has a frock of a similar cut and color, and she is to return this afternoon.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth snapped. “I did not know that Miss Bingley was returning, OW!!” She glared at the assistant Angelina as she caught a sensitive spot on Elizabeth\u2019s hip with the pin.<\/span><\/p>

“I beg your pardon, ma’am, but you moved,” the assistant explained, and Elizabeth took a deep breath and exhaled it to keep her temper.<\/span><\/p>

“How lovely that Mr. Bingley\u2019s sister is to return. Perhaps she will keep that drab Mr. Darcy occupied so you can be spared, Lizzie.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth physically bit down on her tongue as another pin caught her arm, and tears welled up inside of her eyes. She wished to scream and shout that Mr. Darcy loved her best; there would be no time to humor Miss Bingley.<\/span><\/p>

But she could not speak before he went to her father. Their courtship had been a strange one, and the interview with Mr. Bennet was one request Mr. Darcy had made she would not ruin. Elizabeth found her humor when she realized how her life resembled a great comedy of errors, where her mother could not bait her further than if she had known of Mr. Darcy\u2019s feelings. That her torture was from ignorance, and small bits of sharpened steel, Elizabeth chuckled and comforted herself with a promise of relating her experience later to him.<\/span><\/p>

Remaining fixed on thinking about her Mr. Darcy, in less than a quarter hour, her fitting was complete. Elizabeth stepped down from the position of embarrassing attention. She hated that the shop always did such fittings in the window where perhaps the lighting was best, but so was the ability of those to walk by and see inside. The location was likely a shrewd business move as well, for one lady fitted for a gown naturally rose some level of envy that likely encouraged other appointments.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth barely waved her sister and mother adieu before settling her bill with Mrs. Sitchwort. She left Jane and all of her superior fabric selections to browse the milliner next door, taking a swatch of the unwanted hunter green heavy cotton with her.<\/span><\/p>

To her unbridled surprise, Mary and Kitty were in the shop, perusing the ribbons for the same purpose, though they would not have new gowns made. Elizabeth suddenly felt slightly guilty that she had gone to their father and received favor where they had not, and wondered if Jane struggled the same with their mother\u2019s regard.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cKitty, if you help me find a gold to match this, I shall pay for your choices. And you, too, Mary,\u201d Elizabeth offered, feeling better to share the good fortune than to keep it all to herself.<\/span><\/p>

Mary hesitated on the offer. \u201cWhat shall I owe you if Kitty is to offer you service and I am not?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth laughed nervously, realizing that accepting Mr. Darcy meant she, too, would soon leave not just Jane and her father, but her two unmarried sisters as well. She laughed so she did not risk sadness.<\/span><\/p>

\u201cOnly allow me to walk with you home. I fear Mama and Jane shall be long at Mrs. Sitchwort\u2019s and I do not wish to go back and sit to wait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Kitty wrinkled her nose. She also suffered a sensitivity to smoke like Lizzy. \u201cThe pipe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>

Lizzy nodded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

\u201cAre we agreed we shall all walk home together?\u201d Elizabeth asked.<\/span><\/p>

But Mary shook her head in defiance. \u201cIf I do not need to pay for my ribbons, then first we must stop at Mr. Aker\u2019s across the way,\u201d she said, with a conspiratorial smile.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth consented to the plan, as confections would lift any lady\u2019s mood. And the long walk back to Longbourn dispelled any lingering disappointments she felt from her time with Jane and their mother.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

You’ve been reading Mr. Darcy Presents His Wife<\/em><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tMr. Darcy Presents His Wife\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\n\t\t
\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\tWritten and Edited<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t50%<\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Buy Direct and Save!<\/h1>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t