Page 110 of Colour My World
Darcy lifted a brow. “Would you prefer I prevaricate?”
Bingley threw up his hands. “I should like something useful.”
Darcy picked up a book from the side table, flipped through it, and closed it again. “The countryside is quite scenic.”
Bingley gaped. “Darcy—”
“The air was bracing.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
Darcy took another sip of brandy. “A fair morning for walking.”
“You are insufferable.”
“So, I have been told.”
Bingley slumped into a chair. “Blast it all, just tell me! Does she care for me?”
Darcy stared at him. “You are asking me to think for you.”
Bingley frowned. “What do you mean?”
“If you do not know by now, no one can tell you.” Darcy took another measured sip of brandy. “And if you wish for another opinion, I suggest asking Miss Bennet herself.”
* * *
Elizabeth was determined. She followed Jane through the sitting room, the corridor, the drawing room—everywhere—resolved to pry something, anything.
Jane stopped in the vestibule to stack their father’s correspondence.
“What did you and Mr Darcy share?”
“Many things.”
“Yes, but what things?”
Jane tucked the letters away. “Pleasant things.”
Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Jane.”
“Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. “You are doing it on purpose.”
Jane’s brows lifted. “Doing what?”
“Being vague.”
“I should think I have answered plainly enough.” She strolled towards the staircase.
“You have said nothing of substance.”
“Oh, very well.” Jane peered upwards as if thinking. “If you insist. We spoke of his sister.”
“He has a sister?”
“Yes.”
