Page 52 of A Most Unwelcome Acquaintance

Darcy’s expression did not change. “There was little to tell.”

“Only a frightened horse, a broken gate, half a flock in the lane, and Miss Elizabeth directing the whole affair,” Bingley said. “I consider that enough for one afternoon.”

“It was six sheep,” Elizabeth said.

“Then I withdraw half the drama.”

Jane looked from Elizabeth to Darcy, and Elizabeth moved toward the nearest chair before her sister could ask anything.

A maid brought tea, and for a time the conversation was general. Louisa spoke of a new mantua-maker in London, Caroline complained of the roads, and Bingley attempted to persuade Jane that he had improved the south walk beyond recognition. Darcy was quiet, though Elizabeth noticed more than once that his attention returned to her when she spoke.

Caroline noticed it as well.

“We have not finished the walk,” Bingley said, “but the view from the far end is worth seeing. The trees open toward the west, and there is a rise from which you can almost see Longbourn.”

“Almost?” Elizabeth asked.

“Darcy says the roof is visible.”

“He notices what others overlook,” Caroline said. “It is one of his advantages.”

“I had the advantage of standing beside him,” Bingley replied.

Jane’s eyes dropped to her cup.

“You must let me show it to you,” Bingley said to her. “The ground is dry enough, I think, and we need not go far.”

Jane glanced at Elizabeth.

“Go,” Elizabeth said. “I am curious whether the south walk deserves all Mr. Bingley has said of it.”

“You could come with us,” Jane said.

“Go,” Elizabeth said. “Do not stay on my account.”

Caroline set down her cup. “Miss Eliza must remain with us. It will give us an opportunity to talk.”

“That is true,” Elizabeth said. “And I should not wish to deprive you of the opportunity.”

Darcy looked down, but not before she saw amusement touch his face.

Bingley extended his arm to Jane. She hesitated a moment before accepting it, and they left by the terrace door.

Louisa watched them cross the lawn. “Charles might keep her out until dinner.”

“He loses all sense of time,” Caroline said.

“Miss Bennet may not object.”

“She will forgive him.”

There was affection in the words, though resignation as well. Caroline had accepted her brother’s attachment, if not all that might come with it.

Darcy moved toward the writing table and gathered two folded sheets.

“I must finish a letter before I miss the post.”

“To Georgiana?” Caroline asked.