Chapter 9
Lizzy forced an air of calm about her. Arm in arm, she and Darcy strolled into the tavern. “Follow my lead,” Darcy said in her ear.
They had spotted the curricle in the inn yard. Unless Perry had hired a new conveyance, Georgiana must be inside.
It didn’t take long to spot them. Seth was on his feet next to a table, speaking in an insistent tone. “I shall not attend to the horses, because I am not your groom. I was hired to protect Miss Darcy.”
“Look, man, I don’t know what Darcy is paying you—”
“Don’t insult me. I’ll not change my loyalties.”
“Thank you, Seth,” Darcy said in an icy tone. The group started. “You’re a good man.” His gaze moved to Perry. “Young Bingley, however, has yet to prove his worth.”
Perry rose, nearly knocking over his chair. “Darcy. Th-this is not w
