“Lizzy, promise me that you will not leave the house while I am gone,” Darcy asked. “I mean, at night, you should not leave the house at night. You will not be able to see me, as I will stay clear of the manor and the stables. It is risky to do otherwise.” Lizzy agreed. His coming to see her on the terrace had been a dangerous thing to do. “Now I must go.”
“But it is only three o’clock. The sun does not set until four,” she said, and her face showed her confusion.
Darcy pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Please believe me when I say that I must leave.” She nodded, but clung to him for another minute, and in that minute she knew that he must go now because she could feel a tightening in the muscles in his back that had not been there a moment earlier. “I love you,” he whispered, and she detected a deepening of his voice as well.
Lizzy released her hold on him and stepped away to show him that she would not try to prevent him from leaving. If she had any doubts that the transformation had already begun, they were quickly put to rest. Instead of kissing her good-bye, he rubbed her nose with his, and then he turned away from her and left without saying another word.
After she heard the door close behind her husband, Lizzy stood still as if frozen to that very spot, and tears poured down her face. She made no attempt to stop crying or to be brave. Nature had imposed this forced separation upon them, and there was nothing she could do about it. And so she cried and cried, and because of her sobbing, she did not hear Georgiana come into the room, and seeing Elizabeth’s distress, Georgie went to her and put her arms around her sister-in-law and held her until there were no tears left to cry.
Embarrassed by her loss of control over her emotions, Lizzy excused herself and went to a sitting room adjacent to her bedchamber. As her nerves steadied, she decided that she would have to look at her husband’s monthly departures in the same way as that of a woman who was married to a man in the military. When Mr. Darcy needed to leave, she must be strong or she would fail him as a wife.
When Lizzy returned to her room, she found Georgiana pouring out two cups of tea. She had obviously anticipated her sister-in-law’s distress, and Lizzy was glad she had.
“Elizabeth, I know how difficult this is for you, but I can assure you that it will become second nature to you. It might even have its advantages. My brother can be very intense at times, and you may welcome a respite now and then.”
“Yes, I am sure you are right,” Lizzy said, trying to smile, “and it is only two days.”
“Did you know that it has started snowing again? Which is a good thing?” Georgiana quickly added. “Whether man or wolf, Will loves the snow. I am sure that as soon as he returns, he will have you out for a sleigh ride or to go sledding, so I shall warn you that he goes up to the very top of the hill near the gazebo, and swoosh, down he comes at a frightening speed.”
Lizzy also loved the snow as well as sleigh riding and ice skating. Like her husband, she needed to move about, and if they could go sledding shortly after his return that would be a perfect way to lift their spirits and help them to forget all about nightfall.
“By the way, I owe you my thanks for telling Jane that you were the reason we had to leave for Pemberley on Christmas day,” Lizzy said. “That was very quick thinking on your part.”
“Not really. You see I heard your sister telling Mr. Bingley that it was her intention to try to persuade you to remain at Netherfield, and so I had time to think of a story in case one was needed. I think of it as telling a white lie, which I will do without hesitation in order to protect Will.”
“Georgiana, when did you realize your brother was a wolf?”
“I feel as if I have known about his other nature my whole life. My parents were very clever in the way they went about it. Mama would tell me stories about wolves who became men, not the other way around, and that it was better to be a wolf than a human. I loved those stories, and so one day she asked if I would like to meet such a creature. Well, you can imagine how excited I was to actually get to meet a wolf-man, which is the term that was used in the stories. One day, Mama, Papa, and I went into the woods, and this beautiful black animal came bounding up to me and nudged me with his nose.”
Ah, so he has had that habit for a while, Lizzy thought.
“Of course, I started to giggle, and seeing that I was amused, he started to run around in circles and to jump over logs or in the air. This doglike creature was putting on a performance just for me, and when he stopped playing, I looked into his eyes, and I knew the animal was my brother. Obviously, there is a dramatic physical change during transformation, but the one thing that does not alter is the wolf’s eyes. You would never mistake Will for any other male wolf because of his beautiful gray-green eyes. But once I was let in on the family secret, Mama and Papa impressed upon me the importance of never telling anyone, explaining that not everyone liked wolf-men and some bad people might want to harm Will.”
“That was very clever. Your parents went about it in exactly the right way,” Lizzy said, impressed by their handling of so difficult a subject.
For another hour or so, Georgiana amused Lizzy with stories of staying with her aunts Catherine and Marguerite while her brother was in North America.
“It was a matter of choosing your poison,” Georgie said, laughing. “Except for being deprived of Anne’s company, I was actually glad when I had to go back to seminary.”
After assuring Georgiana that she had completely recovered following her tearful exhibition, Elizabeth insisted that her sister-in-law retire.
“I know you are exhausted because I am, so if you will undo the buttons on my dress, I can see to the rest.” She kissed Georgiana on the cheek. “Thank you for all you have done in making me a part of your family and in helping me to better understand your brother.”
“It will get easier. I promise,” Georgiana said, taking hold of Lizzy’s hands.
“Please stop worrying. Go to bed and forget all about my emotional display. You will not see another.” And Lizzy meant it.
There was nothing Lizzy wanted more than to fall into a deep sleep so that the hours would pass quickly, but after tossing and turning and turning and tossing, she left her bed, put on her robe, and after lighting another candle, she stepped into the hallway to have a closer look at her new home and the portrait gallery. Unfortunately, her little candle failed to cast enough light so that she could actually view the portraits, but there were niches containing objets d’art all along the gallery as well as on both sides of the double wrought iron staircase that were visible by candlelight.
In one niche, there was a reproduction of Laocoön and His Sons, trying to break free of sea serpents, and in another, the lovely Aphrodite of Knidos. She imagined that the elder Mr. Darcy had bought Aphrodite for his wife, and Lady Anne had purchased Laocoön for her husband, which would account for the dramatic differences in their subjects.
She was studying two glazed Chinese vases when she heard someone approaching, and she turned to find Mercer walking toward her.
“Mrs. Darcy, is there anything wrong?” he asked anxiously.
“No, not at all, Mr. Mercer. It was just that I could not sleep, and so I was admiring some of the pieces in the Darcy collection. I did not mean to wake you.”
“I’m a light sleeper, ma’am. Mr. Darcy accuses me of having a ‘mother’s hearing’ and says I worry too much. But if you are having difficulty sleeping, may I suggest a glass of sherry?”