“Yes, we must not detain you, Sir Matthew,” she said, leading Margaret and Beth out of the room and into the light again.
Sir Matthew followed them, saying, “Good day to you, Mrs Darcy, ladies,” and disappeared up a flight of stairs toward a set of rooms marked Private.
“Mama, we’re over here,” shouted a voice, and Elizabeth turned to see William waving to her.
Darcy and John were marvelling at a huge sculpture of an Egyptian pharaoh, but on seeing Elizabeth, Darcy moved across to her.
“The artefacts are fascinating,” he said. “I’ve seldom seen all our children so captivated.”
“It is good for them to see that matters educational do not have to be dull,” Elizabeth agreed. “And yet I have to confess that this trip to the museum, far from satisfying my desire for an adventure, merely makes me want more. Darcy, you will never believe who we just met!”
“Tell me, my love.”
“Sir Matthew Rosen himself. Margaret found a picture of the doll Edward gave her and while we were looking at it, Sir Matthew arrived.”
“Surely he should have been at the meeting with Edward,” Darcy said with a frown.
“He has just left to meet Edward. I rather felt he was reluctant to speak to him. We assumed that he was desperate for funds and prepared to do anything to obtain them, but it must be tedious to have to flatter those who think only of self-aggrandisement. I think Sir Matthew will be pleasantly surprised when he meets Edward, for Edward does not have a haughty bone in his body.”
She placed her arm through his and was about to speak further when they were distracted by a museum attendant who was staring in alarm at Laurence and Jane. Both children were engrossed in a game which involved them touching the long, doglike snout of a statue of Anubis and then running away shrieking with laughter.
“Oh dear,” she said.
She joined her husband in rescuing the room from the worst of their children’s excesses, before organising an orderly departure from the museum.
As Edward had asked them not to wait, for he expected to be with Sir Matthew some time, they returned to Darcy House in the carriage, leaving the phaeton for his return.
***
“Congratulate me,” Edward said as he burst into the ground floor sitting room much later on that afternoon.
“Congratulations, Cousin Edward,” Laurence and Jane chorused together.
“Edward, at last.” Elizabeth looked up from the pianoforte where she was engaged in giving Beth her lesson. “We missed you at luncheon. Did everything go well at the museum?”
“It went splendidly, dear Elizabeth,” he said in exceptionally high spirits. “Where is Fitzwilliam? I have so much to tell you all.”
“I saw Papa in the garden earlier. Shall I go and fetch him?” Laurence asked, but he and Jane were off even before their mother had nodded her assent.
“Sir Matthew is the most interesting man I have ever met,” Edward declared, sitting down on the Louis Quinze chair.
“Yes, we met him too,” Elizabeth admitted, sitting down opposite him. “Beth, go and ask Molly to bring in some tea.”
“He told me,” Edward said, sitting forward, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “He said he had been impressed by my family and that he was further impressed by my knowledge of Egypt’s history and legends. We talked for hours, Elizabeth. I cannot tell you how marvellous it was.”
“How marvellous what was, Edward?”
Darcy’s voice from the French windows interrupted their conversation and Edward jumped up, unable to keep still for long in his passions.
“My talk with Sir Matthew Rosen. We discussed his forthcoming trip to Egypt at length, and in exchange for my sponsorship, he has agreed to allow me access to his dig. Can you believe it? I will sail for Cairo as soon as I can make my arrangements. I can hardly wait.”
“You must be so excited,” Elizabeth said, watching the young man pace the room. “I confess to envying you such a thrilling journey.”
“I have waited all my life for this chance,” Edward said. “Ever since my father told me of his adventures, I have dreamed of seeing Egypt for myself. To sail down that ancient river on a felucca among the crocodiles, to visit the pyramids under the moon, to experience for myself the Valley of the Kings. It is all I have ever wanted.”
“Then we are both happy for you, Edward,” Elizabeth said warmly. “And your father will be, too. You must write to him tonight.”
Edward’s expression of unalloyed delight faded somewhat.
“Yes,” he said colourlessly. “I shall write directly after dinner.”
“Edward, he does know about your plans, does he not?” Darcy asked.
Edward turned away from his cousin.
“He knows of my enthusiasms,” he said. “He knows it has been my dearest wish since childhood to visit the land of the pharaohs. But if you are asking, Will he be pleased to hear that his youngest son will be leaving England in the next few weeks to take part in an archaeological trip to the Dark Continent? Then no, I fear that he will not be as delighted as you are at my good fortune. After all,” he added bitterly, “I am the son of an earl. It is my duty to join either the army, the navy, or the church, not waste my time digging up bits of old pottery in the sands of a foreign country.”
“I am sure that’s not how your father views your interest at all,” said Elizabeth, but Edward shook his head.
“If only that were true, but he has done everything he can to dissuade me from this course.”
“Then perhaps you should listen to him,” Darcy said. “Such an undertaking is full of dangers as well as excitements, and he knows more than most the price of such adventures.”
Edward glanced up, anger and resentment in his eyes and Elizabeth was reminded that Edward was still very young, barely past twenty-three.
“It is no more dangerous than joining the army, and I could do that with his blessing,” Edward said.
“I’m sure that once your father realises how important this trip is to you, he will understand. Sometimes, in concerning themselves with safety, fathers can forget the exhilaration of the new. Is that not so, Fitzwilliam?” she added as the maid appeared with the tea.
“Perhaps so,” he replied as the children rushed in again, attracted by the plate of cakes which the cook never failed to add.
But as he watched Elizabeth dispense tea and pastries to the various parties, his expression became thoughtful as an idea began to form in his mind.
***
Elizabeth dismissed her maid and began to prepare for bed. She removed the combs from her long dark hair and picked up an elegant silver-backed brush as Darcy entered the room.
“Has Edward retired for the night as well?” she enquired.
She had left the two gentlemen to their port after dinner in hopes that Darcy might be able to impart some words of wisdom to their young guest. Despite managing to keep his mood from the children, Edward was still alternating between tremendous excitement at his forthcoming trip and bitter resentment at his father’s disapproval of his chosen path.
“Yes, he has, although from the number of candles alight, I suspect he has little intention of sleeping straightaway.”
“It is natural at his age to be so exuberant,” she said, beginning to brush her hair.
Darcy crossed the room and stood behind her, taking the brush from her hands. She willingly relinquished it, for if there was one thing she enjoyed more than brushing her own hair, it was having Darcy brush it for her. But after a few minutes, she put her hand on his to stop him, for she could tell by his frown that something was worrying him.