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Mr. Harding’s expression brightened. “That would suit him well. Thank you, miss.”

“We shall return shortly,” Elizabeth said. “Take your time.”

She and Jane stepped back into the street, Harris following.

“I promised Mama some of those biscuits she favors,” Elizabeth said lightly. “And perhaps a cup of tea while we wait.”

“Tea would be most welcome,” Jane agreed.

At that moment, two riders approached at a walk. Mr. Bingley raised a hand in greeting.

“Good morning, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth.”

Jane smiled. “Good morning. We are detained only briefly while Willow is shod.”

“Then we are fortunate,” Bingley replied. “Might we join you?”

“You would be most welcome,” Jane answered.

They entered the bakery together and took a table near the window. The gentlemen followed them inside after securing their horses.

Tea was served, and conversation settled comfortably. Jane and Bingley leaned toward one another, speaking in low tones.

After a moment, Darcy said, “Your horses are very well bred.”

Elizabeth set down her cup. “You are kind to say so.”

“He is remarkably steady,” Darcy continued. “Even amidst the noise of the forge.”

Elizabeth allowed herself a small smile. “Bramble has always been so.”

Darcy regarded the horse through the window. “Was he bred locally?”

There was the faintest pause before she answered.“At Longbourn.”

Darcy’s expression altered only slightly, yet his attention sharpened.

Outside, Mr. Harding led Willow forward and tied her beside Bramble.

Elizabeth rose. “Willow is ready. We must return.”

Darcy stood at once. “May we accompany you home?”

Elizabeth met his gaze. “We should be glad of the company.”

They rode together a short distance from Meryton, Jane and Mr. Bingley engaged in easy conversation ahead.

After a moment, Elizabeth sat a little straighter.

“The biscuits.”

Jane laughed. “You must endure Mama’s reproach.”

Elizabeth exhaled, half amused, half resigned. “I believe I shall survive Mama’s disappointment.”

***

Mr. Bennet paused at the entrance to the drawing room before taking a seat near his wife.