4 — My Dreams of YouFrom Fitzwilliam Darcy to Elizabeth Darcy
The Black Dog
Northampton, Nthmtnshire
August 16
My Dearest Mrs. Darcy,
Your letter overtook me sooner than I might have hoped, since today’s rain has caused the River Nene, which I have never known to be anything but mild in summer, to rise into a torrent that threatened to wash away the bridge. I cursed at the delay, and yet, upon returning to the town, found that the post-coach and your letter had reached Northampton and were awaiting me.
No, my love, it has not been a month, nor yet a week, though I too feel the hours and days stretch out cruelly before me. As I write it has been some thirty-three hours. And fourteen minutes. And I promise to be back by your side long before this month has waned. That is a promise to y
