Lizzy was resting in her room later that afternoon, sipping willow bark tea, when a knock came on the door. At Lizzy’s invitation, Jane entered, her face glowing.
And not just from the cold, Lizzy surmised. Jane’s eyes shone and a bright smile curved her lips.
“How was your excursion?” Lizzy asked. “You were away longer than I expected.”
“We were returning from Bond Street when we encountered Mr. Bingley. He invited us to Gunter’s, and then we took a turn about the square. Fortunately, Mrs. Annesley had brought the gate key with her. It’s a fine day for a walk, even though the plane trees are bare this time of year.”
“How lovely. It sounds as if you had a good day.”
“We did.” Jane sat at the foot of the bed. “Is your headache better?”
“Nearly gone. But tell me more about your outing
