A Day in the Life of Elizabeth Darcy
Pride and Prejudice
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this short story. Some
lines that I found interesting are also taken from Emma Tennant's book
'Pemberly'. Thank you.
Pemberly had never looked so beautiful as it did that day. Elizabeth
strolled through the park, admiring the hills crowned with ancient trees,
the river with those tiny flowers of every hue adorning its banks and the
huge, majestic stone building.
Mrs Fitzwilliam Darcy! Elizabeth was sometimes amazed herself to think of
the respectful manner in which she was approached by the villagers. Just
then, she noticed Mr Darcy walking across the bridge in front of the house
and ran over to meet him.
Even after almost a year of marriage, Elizabeth was surprised at the
flutter that set up in her heart each time she saw Mr Darcy. Certainly, he
was handsome but there was something in him that was more than that.
"Fitz! My mother has sent word to say that she will be coming down with
Jane's family to visit today!" she exclaimed joyfully. Mr Darcy smiled with
a twinkle in his eyes, " Well! Sweetest, loveliest Elizabeth! Is not that a
pleasant surprise! I am happy to see your mother and Jane, of course, and I
shall have a good talk with Bingley." He took her arm and they walked up to
the house together.
That afternoon, Mrs Bennet, Jane and Bingley arrived at Pemberly. Mrs
Bennet was astonished at the extensiveness of the park and the enormous
house. She enthused, "Why, Lizzy! How rich and great you are! To be
mistress of Pemberly is something! This is absolutely wonderful! Never have
I seen such stateliness! Oh, I am so pleased, so happy!" Jane embraced her
sister tenderly and murmured, "Oh, Lizzy! I am so glad to see you!"
Later, Elizabeth, Jane and Mrs Bennet had a tête-à-tête in the guest room
while Darcy strolled in the park with Bingley. Mrs Bennet prattled on
enthusiastically, "This is indeed splendid, Lizzy! Will not Lydia be
overwhelmed when she comes to visit with dear Wickham and her three little
children!"
"Lydia is coming?" Elizabeth bolted from her chair. "Yes! Would not that be
nice? I insisted that she come as she would be sure of a warm welcome!" Mrs
Bennet stated innocently. "Mama! How could you!" Jane reproached her,
horrified.
"When is she coming?" Elizabeth tried to keep her voice steady although she
was trembling inside. She knew how Darcy felt about Wickham, the man who
had intended to elope with Darcy's sister, Georgiana, turning out to be so
undeserving of the kindness shown to him by old Mr Darcy.
"The day after tomorrow, dear." Was the shocking reply. Elizabeth felt
herself become numb. She dreaded having to tell Darcy that the person he
most disliked would be arriving in two days for a visit with three noisy
children. Seeing her sister's dismay, Jane tried to console her, "Do not
worry, Lizzy. I'm sure a man as passionately in love with his wife as Mr
Darcy is with you, would not care if there were ten Mr Wickhams in the
house."
That night, Elizabeth went to bed, uneasy and cold with fear.
Pride and Prejudice
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this short story. Some
lines that I found interesting are also taken from Emma Tennant's book
'Pemberly'. Thank you.
Pemberly had never looked so beautiful as it did that day. Elizabeth
strolled through the park, admiring the hills crowned with ancient trees,
the river with those tiny flowers of every hue adorning its banks and the
huge, majestic stone building.
Mrs Fitzwilliam Darcy! Elizabeth was sometimes amazed herself to think of
the respectful manner in which she was approached by the villagers. Just
then, she noticed Mr Darcy walking across the bridge in front of the house
and ran over to meet him.
Even after almost a year of marriage, Elizabeth was surprised at the
flutter that set up in her heart each time she saw Mr Darcy. Certainly, he
was handsome but there was something in him that was more than that.
"Fitz! My mother has sent word to say that she will be coming down with
Jane's family to visit today!" she exclaimed joyfully. Mr Darcy smiled with
a twinkle in his eyes, " Well! Sweetest, loveliest Elizabeth! Is not that a
pleasant surprise! I am happy to see your mother and Jane, of course, and I
shall have a good talk with Bingley." He took her arm and they walked up to
the house together.
That afternoon, Mrs Bennet, Jane and Bingley arrived at Pemberly. Mrs
Bennet was astonished at the extensiveness of the park and the enormous
house. She enthused, "Why, Lizzy! How rich and great you are! To be
mistress of Pemberly is something! This is absolutely wonderful! Never have
I seen such stateliness! Oh, I am so pleased, so happy!" Jane embraced her
sister tenderly and murmured, "Oh, Lizzy! I am so glad to see you!"
Later, Elizabeth, Jane and Mrs Bennet had a tête-à-tête in the guest room
while Darcy strolled in the park with Bingley. Mrs Bennet prattled on
enthusiastically, "This is indeed splendid, Lizzy! Will not Lydia be
overwhelmed when she comes to visit with dear Wickham and her three little
children!"
"Lydia is coming?" Elizabeth bolted from her chair. "Yes! Would not that be
nice? I insisted that she come as she would be sure of a warm welcome!" Mrs
Bennet stated innocently. "Mama! How could you!" Jane reproached her,
horrified.
"When is she coming?" Elizabeth tried to keep her voice steady although she
was trembling inside. She knew how Darcy felt about Wickham, the man who
had intended to elope with Darcy's sister, Georgiana, turning out to be so
undeserving of the kindness shown to him by old Mr Darcy.
"The day after tomorrow, dear." Was the shocking reply. Elizabeth felt
herself become numb. She dreaded having to tell Darcy that the person he
most disliked would be arriving in two days for a visit with three noisy
children. Seeing her sister's dismay, Jane tried to console her, "Do not
worry, Lizzy. I'm sure a man as passionately in love with his wife as Mr
Darcy is with you, would not care if there were ten Mr Wickhams in the
house."
That night, Elizabeth went to bed, uneasy and cold with fear.
