A Wife for Mr. Darcy

to the fireplace, and he thought how beautiful she was, and despite her sadness, the pleasure he felt when holding her in his arms. But there was business to be done, and after handing her a glass of wine to calm her, he went into the foyer where Mercer waited.
    “Bring His Lordship’s man to the study immediately. After you have done that, prepare for our departure to Brighton, and we shall be moving with all possible speed.”
    Returning to Elizabeth, he found her standing in front of the fireplace staring into the fire, and although she was no longer crying, the pain she was feeling was clearly visible on her face.
    “Please come and sit down. I want to tell you of my plans,” and with her hands between his, he began, “First, I am reasonably confident we have some time. Because Wickham intends a seduction and not an elopement, he will be unable to return to his regiment. Thus, he must plan his every move to avoid risk of discovery. I have sent for His Lordship’s man, who is an expert horseman, and he will ride to Brighton with a letter from me alerting the colonel as to Wickham’s intentions.”
    “But it is the middle of the night.”
    “Please remember he is Lord Fitzwilliam’s man, and he is used to being summoned at such times and moving expeditiously.”
    Lizzy nodded that she understood.
    “Mercer and I will leave at first light and go straight through to Brighton, and I will act as a representative for your family until such time as your father can determine the course of action he wishes to pursue. I would ask that you write a letter to your father tonight, stating in the clearest possible terms that Lydia is in danger and that I can testify to that fact. You and the Gardiners will return to Longbourn as planned, but your letter will go by express rider.” He then took her hand and kissed it. “We must move quickly, Elizabeth, so please go write your letter, and I will do the same. Bring it to me as soon as you have finished.”
    When Darcy opened the door to the study, Gregg was waiting for instructions, and he was already dressed ready to ride. After being informed of the particulars, he left to go to the stables, and Darcy thought that no matter what Antony was paying him, it was not enough.
    Darcy sat down at the desk in the study to pen his letter to the colonel. He gave no particular examples of Wickham’s unscrupulous behavior, but instead asked the colonel to rely on his reputation as surety until he could talk to him in person. As soon as the ink had dried and he had sealed it, he handed it to Mercer to deliver to Gregg.
    Darcy waited at the bottom of the stairs for Lizzy, and as she descended, she practically took them two at a time and was waving the letter in the air, trying to get the ink to dry faster.
    “One of the grooms will take this into Lambton early tomorrow morning and hire an express rider. It will be placed in your father’s hands long before you arrive at Longbourn. By the time you get home, Mr. Bennet will have made his plans. I think that is all we can do tonight to assist Lydia, but I need to speak to you before I leave. Will you join me in the study?” And he gestured for her to go in ahead of him.
    As soon as they were seated on the sofa, he began, “Before I leave for Brighton, I would like to share some things with you that may explain some of my actions. Allow me to begin by saying that only a male can inherit Pemberley. This stipulation means that I must have a son. However, because I was comfortable with the designated heir to Pemberley, I was in no hurry to marry. David Ashton is a good man, forty-five years of age, fond of Georgiana, and one who gave every indication of being a lifelong bachelor. However, shortly before the start of the season, he informed me that he was to marry a niece and ward of the Duke of Rutland, who owns property that abuts Pemberley. Consolidating our two estates has been a wish of the duke for as long as I can remember.
    “As soon as I learned of the engagement, I knew I had to find a wife. If I have learned anything from Antony’s marriage, it was that the woman I married must, at the very least, be kind. It ranked higher in importance to me than beauty or accomplishments. So after reviewing all of my options, I settled on Miss Letitia Montford.
    “I will admit that I was not the best suitor. After returning to London following the Netherfield ball, I realized that I was comparing everyone to you—and not just Miss