Dearest Georgiana,
Richard will have told you about my request. I hope you will not mind the imposition of a stay at Netherfield. The company here is interesting, but I believe you will find one member of the party most agreeable. Miss Elizabeth Bennet reminds me of our mother—she has the same spirit, the same quick wit, though circumstances have denied her the advantages you enjoy.
Atlas needs her. And she needs him. You will understand when you meet her.
Your devoted brother,
Fitzwilliam
He dispatched both letters by express, then leant back in his chair. The arrangements were set in motion. Hehad only to determine how to present the matter to Miss Elizabeth.
As charity? No, she would refuse immediately, her pride wounded. As simple practicality? Atlas needed the exercise before his journey north and someone to ride him. Yes, that might work.
By late evening, a reply arrived from Richard:
Darcy,
Your mysterious request has thoroughly intrigued both Georgie and me. She is already packing enough gowns for a season, convinced you have found her a new friend. I have promised her nothing, as you have told me nothing, but I expect a detailed explanation upon our arrival.
We shall depart at dawn, traveling at a comfortable pace for Atlas, and should reach Netherfield before the day’s end. Atlas sends his regards—or he would, if horses could write. The old fellow seems pleased at the prospect of a journey.
Your devoted cousin (and occasional errand boy),
Richard
Darcy smiled at Richard’s irrepressible good humor, even in correspondence.
The following morning,Darcy found Miss Elizabeth already at the paddock, her hands on the rail, watching Gracie in the early light. She turned at his approach, and he saw the familiar spark of pleasure in her eyes before she schooled her features into something more reserved.
“Good morning, Mr. Darcy.”
“Miss Elizabeth.” He moved to stand beside her. “Has Miss Bennet improved?”
“I am pleased to report that she had no fever throughout the night.”
“That is good news indeed.” Darcy said, “I also have news that I hope will please you.”
Her head tilted slightly, curious.
“My sister and cousin should arrive by late afternoon. If I do not presume too much, might I introduce them to you?”
“Of course.” The muscles around her mouth smoothed.
So far, so good.
“I have sent for a horse from my London stable. His name is Atlas. He was my mount when I was younger, and later, my sister’s. He will need exercise before I transport him to Pemberley for retirement.” Darcy paused. “I thought if you were willing, you might ride him while he is here.”
Her breathing faltered. “Me? You would… You would let me ride him?”
“Of course. He is an excellent horse for a novice.”
Elizabeth’s expression shifted through several emotions too rapidly for Darcy to name them all. Hope, certainly. Excitement. Yet also what looked almost like fear.
“Miss Elizabeth? Is something amiss?”
She shook her head quickly. “No. No, I am simply…”
Longing played across her features. Her throat worked as though she were swallowing words. Darcy held his breath, suddenly uncertain whether she would accept or refuse.
