Read Online An Autumn Accord: A Pride and Prejudice Novella Variation (Seasons of Serendipity Book 4) by Elizabeth Ann West - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Elizabeth Ann West
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and he would finally have reinforcements in his home. He knew he could count on Darcy to be a much better companion and sensible fellow than Armand Bergamote, Lordship of who-knew-where in France.
As Bingley barked orders to a hall boy who scurried away as soon as his master finished yelling, he charged up the stairs to have his valet assist him with his proper riding attire. As he thought more and more about this Bergamote character, he made a decision to ask Darcy about the status and respectability of fallen French aristocrats. He was beginning to understand why the public wanted to behead everyone in the town square!
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In the impeccable hall of Darcy House, a small table with a silver charger sat with the day’s post stacked neatly upon the tray. The letters were truly the previous day’s mailings, but Fitzwilliam Darcy’s habits were to not accept any notes or invitations aside from expresses after three in the afternoon. This allowed him to avoid many a last-minute dinner or ballroom reminders from people who insinuated a closer relationship than their actual acquaintance supported. But on this morning, Darcy was eager to set his affairs in order as there was much to do before he could whisk his Elizabeth away.
A faint whisper of a young girl’s voice made the great master pause at the top of the stairs looking down to the hall below from the balustrade. Slowly, two heads, one of a fair color and the other as brunette as his own, appeared beneath him looking earnestly about for others.
“ You go, I looked yesterday,” Georgiana Darcy whispered.
The other girl nodded her head and craned her neck trying to see if there were any servants about.
Moving from the top landing of the stairs for a better view, Darcy stood perplexed as the dark-haired young lady snuck into the main hall, furtively glancing about. When she reached the table, she hurriedly cycled through the letters, careful to stack them in the same order in which they had rested before she touched them. Catherine Bennet turned to stare at her companion at the side of the stairs and frowned, shaking her head. Suddenly, the situation became clear to the master of the house.
Darcy quickly began to descend the stairs, and called out to both girls. “I believe an audience in my study is warranted. Don’t you agree Catherine and Georgiana?” Fitzwilliam made sure to turn his head to indicate he saw his younger sister hiding in the shadows. Young Kitty hung her head, an involuntary admission of guilt. Darcy marched the two girls past the library to the next room that had ever been the master’s study.
Fetching chairs for his two sisters, he placed them both squarely facing his desk. He retrieved a key from his waistcoat and unlocked the bottom right drawer of his desk to pull out three letters. The two girls glumly sitting in the chairs before him gave themselves both away by quickly looking at each other before returning their attentions back towards Darcy.
“ I can explain, sir. This whole situation is my fault and my fault alone. Georgiana had nothing to do with it.” Kitty hastily tried to protect her friend from her brother’s wrath. She reasoned she was the older of the two and it was her story they had tried to publish.
Darcy raised an eyebrow at the willingness of Catherine Bennet to fall on the sword and protect his sister. But he had no illusions such a scheme to forge his name would have come to Miss Bennet’s mind on her own. No, this situation had entirely too much Darcy mischievousness about it.
Darcy first recited a letter he received last summer from Kitty, herself. Reading a few lines of the utter chastisement for scolding his sister via letter, Darcy paused after a moment to witness Catherine’s reaction. The poor girl’s cheeks burned brighter than a tomato.
“ I shall not continue to read the heavy accusations you lay at my feet, assuming we might come to an agreement that you wrote
As Bingley barked orders to a hall boy who scurried away as soon as his master finished yelling, he charged up the stairs to have his valet assist him with his proper riding attire. As he thought more and more about this Bergamote character, he made a decision to ask Darcy about the status and respectability of fallen French aristocrats. He was beginning to understand why the public wanted to behead everyone in the town square!
♠♠~♠♠~♠♠~♠♠
In the impeccable hall of Darcy House, a small table with a silver charger sat with the day’s post stacked neatly upon the tray. The letters were truly the previous day’s mailings, but Fitzwilliam Darcy’s habits were to not accept any notes or invitations aside from expresses after three in the afternoon. This allowed him to avoid many a last-minute dinner or ballroom reminders from people who insinuated a closer relationship than their actual acquaintance supported. But on this morning, Darcy was eager to set his affairs in order as there was much to do before he could whisk his Elizabeth away.
A faint whisper of a young girl’s voice made the great master pause at the top of the stairs looking down to the hall below from the balustrade. Slowly, two heads, one of a fair color and the other as brunette as his own, appeared beneath him looking earnestly about for others.
“ You go, I looked yesterday,” Georgiana Darcy whispered.
The other girl nodded her head and craned her neck trying to see if there were any servants about.
Moving from the top landing of the stairs for a better view, Darcy stood perplexed as the dark-haired young lady snuck into the main hall, furtively glancing about. When she reached the table, she hurriedly cycled through the letters, careful to stack them in the same order in which they had rested before she touched them. Catherine Bennet turned to stare at her companion at the side of the stairs and frowned, shaking her head. Suddenly, the situation became clear to the master of the house.
Darcy quickly began to descend the stairs, and called out to both girls. “I believe an audience in my study is warranted. Don’t you agree Catherine and Georgiana?” Fitzwilliam made sure to turn his head to indicate he saw his younger sister hiding in the shadows. Young Kitty hung her head, an involuntary admission of guilt. Darcy marched the two girls past the library to the next room that had ever been the master’s study.
Fetching chairs for his two sisters, he placed them both squarely facing his desk. He retrieved a key from his waistcoat and unlocked the bottom right drawer of his desk to pull out three letters. The two girls glumly sitting in the chairs before him gave themselves both away by quickly looking at each other before returning their attentions back towards Darcy.
“ I can explain, sir. This whole situation is my fault and my fault alone. Georgiana had nothing to do with it.” Kitty hastily tried to protect her friend from her brother’s wrath. She reasoned she was the older of the two and it was her story they had tried to publish.
Darcy raised an eyebrow at the willingness of Catherine Bennet to fall on the sword and protect his sister. But he had no illusions such a scheme to forge his name would have come to Miss Bennet’s mind on her own. No, this situation had entirely too much Darcy mischievousness about it.
Darcy first recited a letter he received last summer from Kitty, herself. Reading a few lines of the utter chastisement for scolding his sister via letter, Darcy paused after a moment to witness Catherine’s reaction. The poor girl’s cheeks burned brighter than a tomato.
“ I shall not continue to read the heavy accusations you lay at my feet, assuming we might come to an agreement that you wrote
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