Chapter Thirteen


My Darling Sister,

I have heard the most dreadful news from my husband. Mr. Wickham is nothing like I thought. When Mr. Darcy's father died about five years ago; his attachment to Mr. Wickham was so steady that it was recommended in the elder Mr. Darcy's will, that Mr. Darcy the younger, promote Mr. Wickham's advancement in the best manner that his profession might allow. There was also a legacy of one thousand pounds. Due to circumstances, which are of no meaning to you to share, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham's relationship were dissolved.

Now… the truly dreadful part. Miss Georgina Darcy, who is ten years Mr. Darcy's junior was left to the guardianship of my husband and Mr. Darcy. About a year ago, she was taken from school and an establishment was formed for her in London; and last summer she went with a lady who presided over it, to Ramsgate; and thither also went Mr. Wickham, undoubtedly by design; for it was proved to have been a prior acquaintance between him and Mrs. Younge.

Through the woman's deceit, Miss Darcy, whose affectionate heart retained a strong impression of his kindness to her as child, was persuaded to believe herself in love, and to consent to an elopement. She was then but fifteen, which must be her excuse. The poor darling.

She ended up telling Mr. Darcy everything. She could not support the idea of grieving and offending a brother whom she almost looked up to as a father. He wrote to Mr. Wickham, who left immediately, and Mrs. Younge was of course removed from Miss Darcy's charge.

I cannot believe I judged him so harshly. You were right when you told me not to judge hastily. Mr. Darcy, although quiet, is not as awful as I once believed. I think that the two of you would make good acquaintances if not friends. I hope you have recovered from your cold; the Colonel and I would delight in your company as soon as you are well.

Your sister,
Lizzie


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