Chapter 3
Lizzy sat in the carriage on the way to Brighton, perturbed. She wished she had managed to delay Miss Darcy a few hours longer. The girl had been determined to leave at first light. Lizzy had stalled as much as possible, but had not wanted to raise her suspicions.
A disturbing realization had hit her when they pulled out of the inn. She had been longing to see Darcy. She had counted on his being there—not just for Georgiana’s sake, but for her own.
Disappointment hung on her like a weight. Darcy might not even be in London. The season was all but over—he might already be at Pemberley.
She had to resign herself to the possibility: she might not see him at all on this journey. One of his other relations might collect Georgiana.
It seemed unlikely that Lady Matlock had received
