"It started with the servants," were the first words out of his proud and honest mouth.
"Th-the servants?" Articulation escaped me.
"Then everyone else wanted to do it."
"D-do it?" Drool wet the corner of my mouth; breathing took effort.
"Even Elizabeth."
"E-Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy?" My heart stopped.
"See?" He threw up his hands. "What did I say?"
Cheeks blazing, I wished the earth would swallow me up.
"For God's sake, my name is Fitzwilliam!"
