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Darcy's Story
By Janet Aylmer HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2006 Janet Aylmer
All right reserved. ISBN: 0061148709
Chapter One
It is a consequence of possessing an income of ten thousand pounds a year that a man may order his life to his own liking, and choose his own society.
The tall and handsome young man surveying his estate from the first floor window had much to be proud of, and few matters to regret. The estate at Pemberley was ten miles round. The gracious prospect from the house overlooked a verdant valley where the stream had been dammed to form a lake in the foreground. The vista over the park extended across to the woods beyond, where the view widened and the slopes on the far side blended with the trees across the hills to each side. Beyond, the High Peak could be seen in the distance. It was a view of which its owner never wearied; and one of many reasons why he was happier in Derbyshire than in any other place.
"You never tire of that view, Darcy?" said Colonel Fitzwilliam.
"No," he replied, turning to look at his cousin, "but should I?"
"I do not value the landscape of Derbyshire as highly as you do, perhaps, but I dare say that if I had inherited such a handsome house and a fine estate myself, I might have the same preference."
Darcy smiled and answered, "All you lack is a wealthy wife; make a prudent marriage, and you could be in the same position."
His cousin pausedfor a few moments before saying, "I do not need an heiress to a great estate, just someone whose fortune would compensate for my being the younger son, rather than having the prospect of being the next Earl ___. And I myself give some priority to the lady being agreeable, as you should."
Darcy made no reply to this, but gazed at the prospect over the lake for some time. Then he turned to Fitzwilliam. "Seeing the new growth on the trees at this time of year reminds me that both my mother and later my father died in this month." He paused, and then added, "I am glad to have your company for a few days, for I find it easy to become melancholy in May, indeed resentful that my mother was taken from me so early."
Fitzwilliam reflected it was a very great pity that the late Mr. George Darcy had also not lived longer.
"Your parents were very fond of each other," said Fitzwilliam.
"Yes," said Darcy, "indeed, a rarity in our level of society, I am sure you would agree?"
"You are thinking of Lady Catherine, our aunt, and Sir Lewis de Bourgh, I suppose?"
"They are but one example," said his cousin.
"But do not forget," said Fitzwilliam, "that your mother was very young at the time of her marriage, so that her disposition was not set, whereas our aunt was not only the elder sister, but was two and thirty when she wed. In any case, her marriage was not so much unhappy as more formal. And you should recall that Sir Lewis was an elderly widower when they met, and died only three years later, when his daughter was only two years old. At least his will left Lady Catherine a considerable fortune, together with a very handsome house and with the estate at Rosings in trust for our cousin Anne."
"But if you are trying to suggest," said Darcy testily, "that a gentleman whom our aunt had met taking the waters at Bath, and who was very nearly a contemporary of our grandfather, could have had a really happy marriage with someone of such strong opinions as Lady Catherine, I do not believe you!"
Fitzwilliam reflected to himself that Lady Catherine could more properly be described as arrogant, with an ill concealed contempt for her inferiors in society. Indeed, he knew that Darcy himself could appear to be disdainful in company. Although he had inherited his father's shy, reserved disposition and dislike of the social round in town, in many other respects his cousin strongly resembled his mother, having a strong sense of his social position and being jealous of his ancestry and the possession of his great estate.
"Perhaps it would have been as useful if Sir Lewis could have bequeathed Anne better health rather than so large a fortune, for she was a sickly child from the beginning," said Fitzwilliam. "But you must excuse me, for I must make preparations for when we leave tomorrow."
Darcy returned to sit at the table where he had been writing a letter to Georgiana.
His sister, more than ten years his junior, had been left on their father's death five years earlier to the guardianship of himself and his cousin Fitzwilliam. Although she was happiest when in Derbyshire, since their bereavement Georgiana had lived mainly in London, so that she might have access to the best of tutors, and be instructed in music and dancing prior to her being presented at court.
She was now some fifteen years of age, and had lately left school. Darcy had recently employed a Mrs. Younge as his sister's companion, who had been recommended by an acquaintance of his uncle, the Earl ___, for whom she had occupied a similar post. At the suggestion of Mrs. Younge, who knew the place well, she and Georgiana were shortly to travel from Darcy's house in London to Ramsgate, to take the sea air for a few weeks.
They were to break their journey at Rosings, the home of Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter Anne, who was several years' younger than Darcy. He himself had recently spent a few days with Fitzwilliam there on his annual visit, but with little enjoyment from the company of his aunt and cousin.
On Lady Catherine's insistence, Georgiana and Mrs. Younge were to be accompanied on their journey through Kent by a pair of manservants, in addition to the coachman and his assistant, as outriders alongside the chaise.
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