He walked on, almost at a troth and before he realized it he had entered the great house. It was impossible to avoid the attention of his aunt now and as he though she cried out his name.
"Darcy, is that you? Come I need you"
He made a slight groan and entered the room in which his aunt and cousins sat; oh and how they sat there looking majestic. It made him sick; he wanted to leave this place. He had only endured the thought of staying with his insufferable aunt in the hope of seeing her. But alas! He did see her; he did observe her face and her manner of speaking. He recalled her courageous manner of addressing his aunt, her fearlessness and her strength, the strength he wished he possessed at this very moment.
"Darcy did you not hear me? What is wrong with you this morning?"
He woke up as if from a trance, it was his insufferable aunt,
"I beg your pardon madam; I am not feeling quite well this morning"
"I asked where you have been this morning, you did not come down to breakfast and the footmen told me you had already gone out"
"I was just taking the air Aunt"
His dreadful aunt went on about how to cure colds, headaches and other nonsense. Luckily the coronel excused himself and went out of the room, he too excused himself and went after his cousin.
"Darcy! Are you well? You seem…. Not very your gloomy self"
"I wish to leave Rosings now, I will say to Lady Catherine that I am needed at Pemberley, will you come or will you stay?"
"I will come with you if that is what you wish, I will go up directly and say to my man to pack our things"
"Thank you" he went out to the stables and commanded the man to ready his and the coronel's horses.
An hour passed and they were ready, He said his goodbyes to the ladies and went directly to the parsonage to take leave of the parson, the wife and her.
He waited but no sign of her. He did not wish to outstay his welcome and the parson was growing tiresome. He bowed and left. The coronel and he rode off…