“What do you intend for this Mr. MacDonald?”
“I am considering the gatehouse. It has stood empty for some time. If he proves willing, he might serve as gatekeeper and reside there.”
Darcy nodded. “A practical solution.”
As they approached Longbourn, he said, “I understand Miss Lucas is to give a dinner tomorrow to celebrate her engagement. May I hope to see you there?”
“You may indeed. I am very much looking forward to it.”
He tipped his hat. “Until tomorrow, then.”
He turned his horse toward Netherfield.
Elizabeth watched him ride away until he disappeared down the lane. Only then did she gather the reins, a small smile lingering as she turned toward the house.
Chapter eleven
The next morning Elizabeth set out early to visit Mrs. Smith. Millie walked beside her, each carrying a small basket.
Elizabeth particularly wished for an early start, partly because the day promised to be busy, but chiefly because she hoped to avoid Mr. Collins as much as possible. He had become relentless in seeking her out, cheerfully detailing the advantages she would enjoy at his parsonage.
The mere thought brought on a headache. She dismissed it. It was far better to enjoy the freedom of the open air. The autumn day was mild, and the walk pleasant.
They were not far from Mrs. Smith’s cottage when a man stepped into the path before them.
Mr. Wickham stood there in his red uniform, a ready smile upon his face. “Miss Elizabeth. How fortunate that I should meet you again.”
Elizabeth halted and regarded him steadily. “Mr. Wickham. I was not aware the militia afforded so much leisure.”
He placed a hand lightly against his chest. “You are severe, madam. “I had hoped our previous acquaintance might warrant a warmer reception.”
“And why should that be? We have met but once.”
He took a step nearer. “And yet you made such an impression upon me.”
Elizabeth did not smile. “I wish you a good day, sir. I have business to attend to.” She moved to pass him.
He grabbed her wrist. “Wait. I would warn you.”
Elizabeth’s gaze dropped briefly to his hand, then returned to his face. Her voice was quiet and precise. “You will release me immediately.”
He did so, though not without a moment's hesitation. “You do not understand. There are matters concerning Mr. Darcy…”
Elizabeth did not allow him to continue. “You will leave Longbourn property at once. Should I find you here again without proper cause, I shall speak to Colonel Foster.” She held his gaze without wavering. “Do I make myself understood?”
Wickham’s expression darkened. For a moment he said nothing. Then he turned and strode away down the path.
Elizabeth watched until he was out of sight. Only then did she draw a breath she had not known she held.
Millie spoke softly. “I did not like him, miss. But you were very brave.”
Elizabeth shook her head slightly. "I preferred not to discover how brave I might be required to be.” She adjusted the basket in her hand. “Come. Mrs. Smith will be expecting us.”
***
Elizabeth and Millie had just left Mrs. Smith’s cottage when Mr. Darcy rode up.
“Good day, ladies.”
