13 — Come Home, DarcyFrom Elizabeth Darcy to Fitzwilliam Darcy
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 26/27
PLEASE, DARCY, READ THE LAST PART
OF THIS LETTER FIRST, FOR IT IS URGENT
My dearest Darcy,
Once Junkets rode off yesterday morning with two letters and a book of Homer in the lockbox in his horse’s saddlebags, I wandered the halls of Pemberley, at a strange loose end. There were no Ginivers, no odd Mary, no invitation to Langley Park (thankfully), and Kitty and Georgiana went to walk about the lake. (They promised me that they would not leave the estate, and if they met up with any visitors they would bring them straight back to the house. My sister I might not trust to follow such an injunction to the letter, but Georgiana I would trust to obey implicitly.)
Jane and Charles are in Her
