Chapter Twenty-One – A Surprising Elopement “Where are we going – and to what purpose?” demanded Elizabeth. “To Stoke – a couple of hours to the west. And as to the purpose – you may read this,” said Darcy, handing her a letter. My Dear Nephew, I have a service to demand of you which is of the utmost urgency and delicacy. Upon my return from Derbyshire, I was aghast to discover that my daughter, Anne, had been prevailed upon to elope!! With none other than that disgraceful blackguard, George Wickham!! I immediately interrogated her maid and extracted the whole sordid story from her – you may be certain that she is no longer in my employ! It would seem that during my stay in London last winter, that scoundrel, Wickham, managed to gain entrance to the grounds at Rosings Park (doubtles

