Page 57 of Twice Chosen

Charlotte's departure for London gave Elizabeth an unexpected lesson in letting go. She had opened the door, as Darcy insisted, but once Charlotte accepted the position Elizabeth found herself wanting reports of every conversation, every member of Lady Matlock's household, every possible gentleman who might prove suitable.

Darcy caught her composing a third letter in one week.

"No."

Elizabeth looked up. "No what?"

"You are meddling."

"I am corresponding with my friend."

"You have asked whether Lady Matlock's solicitor is married twice."

Elizabeth stared. "You read over my shoulder?"

"You left the page in front of me."

"And you read it."

"I have eyes."

"That defense again."

Darcy took the sheet from her before she could stop him and crossed out one sentence.

Elizabeth gasped. "William!"

"Write to Charlotte about Charlotte."

She glared.

Darcy handed the page back. "You said we would not arrange everyone like pieces on a board."

"I merely wish to know whether Mr. Avery is attractive."

"Why?"

"For Charlotte."

Darcy's expression said precisely what he thought of this explanation.

Elizabeth finally laughed. "Fine."

She tore up the page and began again.

Dear Charlotte, I miss you. Tell me whether London suits you.

Darcy nodded approvingly.

Elizabeth added beneath it: If there are any handsome solicitors, I require no information whatsoever.

Darcy groaned.

She laughed.

The discipline of not controlling outcomes became more difficult with every familiar event. When Mr. Collins admired Jane, Elizabeth wanted to redirect him. When he shifted toward her, she wanted to warn Mary not to be alone with him. When Bingley looked uncertain after one of Jane's reserved replies, Darcy wanted to intervene.

They learned to ask each other a question.