Lizzy was not reassured. Who knew what the conditions of the road were farther north, and Darcy seeing her anxiety sought to put her mind at rest.
“It is not necessary for me to be at the manor house in order to transform. The Granyard property runs to the south of my estate, and the Rutland property runs south of that. Because Lord Granyard keeps a pack of hounds and is a good friend of the Duke of Rutland, he has asked that Rutland not allow traps or spring guns on his property. So there are no worries there. Additionally, as lords of the manor, we three are responsible for a twenty-mile stretch of road from the manor houses, so I can assure you that once we reach the Rutland property, you will see that the roads are in excellent repair.”
This information provided little comfort. Elizabeth had not given any thought to the awful devices that landowners and gamekeepers used to keep poachers and trespassers off their properties, and she said a silent prayer that they would reach Pemberley at Mr. Darcy’s estimated time.
Once they reached the incline, the four passengers got out and were greeted by the songs of several chickadees in the branches above them, and this gift brightened the mood of the travelers.
“The incline marks the southernmost boundary of the Granyard property,” Georgiana said, and she put her arm around Lizzy’s shoulders. “So now we have no worries. We will arrive at Pemberley with time to spare. Let us walk quickly so that we might get there all the sooner.”
After the passengers returned to the coach and as they made their way through the snow-covered Derbyshire countryside, Darcy said, “I hope you were not expecting a grand welcome. With Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Bradshaw still in Hertfordshire, Mrs. Reynolds is the only member of the senior house staff at Pemberley. I do not think I mentioned to you that it is a Darcy tradition to spend Yuletide in town, so most of the servants are put on half pay and they go home to their families. Even when we are in residence, we keep to the first floor, as the public rooms are very difficult to heat and are always cold.”
Lizzy could testify to the chilly public rooms. During her November stay, she was rarely without her shawl and frequently found herself standing in front of the fireplace.
“Since we are so close to nightfall, I would like to keep our arrival as subdued as possible,” Lizzy answered, and she squeezed Darcy’s hand.
“But we shall have a grand welcome once the servants return,” Georgiana piped in. “Everyone will want to meet the new mistress of Pemberley. Knowing how considerate you are, I am sure you will try to remember everyone’s name, but it will take time as there are so many of them.”
Since they were discussing the servants, Darcy decided it was a good time to tell Lizzy that Ellie could not serve as her lady’s maid. “I know you are disappointed,” he said, after seeing her expression, “but your attendant must be someone from the community.”
“I am very fond of Ellie,” Lizzy replied.
“It is important that you be able to speak openly when you are in your bedchamber. That would not be possible with Ellie. While I was in Herefordshire, I found two ladies, both in their late twenties, who I think would serve you well. They are French but speak passable English.”
“But Ellie will think she did something to displease me.”
“I know you like her very much, but Mrs. Reynolds made it clear to Ellie that her attendance on you was temporary and would last only as long as your visit. No promises of a permanent position were made, but knowing that you would be concerned on her behalf, I have asked Mrs. Bradshaw to begin training her as an undercook.”
“Ellie is to work for Mrs. Bradshaw? But Mrs. Bradshaw is so…”
“Yes, she is. But if Ellie chooses not to marry and to move up in service, this will be her way of achieving that end because if she can work for Mrs. Bradshaw, she can work for anyone. However, until you choose a lady’s maid, Mrs. Brotherton will assist you.”
“But you employed Mrs. Younge for Georgiana,” Lizzy said, continuing to press on Ellie’s behalf.
For Darcy, there were so many things to think about. Discussing Mrs. Younge was a very low priority for him. But Elizabeth needed to understand that every decision he made factored in his unique situation.
Georgiana, who had openly discussed with Elizabeth Wickham’s attempt to lure her into an elopement, chose to answer the question.
“Mrs. Younge served as my companion only when I was in town. Before the fiasco in Ramsgate, Mrs. Younge had been an exemplary employee. I am sorry to say that her misjudgment of Wickham’s character cost her her position. But please understand, Mrs. Younge was never at Pemberley.”
“Does that answer your question, Elizabeth?” her husband asked her.
“I do understand the logic behind your decision, and my French is definitely in need of improvement.” Darcy nodded his head up and down, lightening the mood considerably. “So the matter is settled, and I shall have a French maid.”
The coach arrived at Pemberley at two o’clock, and Lizzy was never so glad to see any place in her life. With two hours until nightfall, the newlyweds would have some time together before he would have to leave her.
After receiving a warm welcome from Mrs. Reynolds, Darcy and Georgiana led Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy to her suite, and brother and sister looked at her to gauge her reaction to the room that had once served as Lady Anne’s bedchamber. Looking about the room, Lizzy suspected that nothing had changed since their mother’s death ten years earlier, and that fact was quickly confirmed by Georgiana.
“Before my parents married, my father hired Robert Adam to redecorate the public rooms and my mother’s bedroom suite. It was Papa’s wedding present to her, as she was a great admirer of his work.”
“I, too, am an admirer of Mr. Adam’s work. Jane and I toured Syon House and Kenwood House with my aunt and uncle Gardiner, where we saw other examples of his designs.”
“Then you approve of your accommodations?” Georgiana asked eagerly.
“How could I not approve? It is the most beautiful room I have ever seen, and pale green is my favorite color.” She turned and smiled at Mr. Darcy. “In fact, it comes very close to matching the color of a certain article of clothing I bought as part of my trousseau.” When Darcy returned the smile, she knew that he understood that it was the color of the nightgown she had attempted to wear on their wedding night.
Mrs. Reynolds entered the room to ask Mr. Darcy if he wanted his dinner to be served in the mistress’s sitting room. Like everyone who was privy to Mr. Darcy’s secret, the housekeeper knew exactly what was required before each nightfall, and her master liked to eat a light meal before going out. But it also served as a reminder that he would shortly be leaving, and because of that, Georgiana excused herself so that her brother and sister-in-law could be alone.
“My wife and sister will eat in here, Mrs. Reynolds, but as for me, there is not enough time.”
What does he mean there is not enough time? The sun will not set for another hour.
When they were alone, Darcy asked Elizabeth if she had any questions about the impending transformation.
“Only one. What time is daybreak?”
Darcy looked relieved that she wanted no specifics of the actual experience of changing from man to beast. “Daybreak is at 8:06. But there are things I must do before I enter the house and that usually takes about thirty minutes. Add to that the thirty to sixty minutes I remain in my study, I should be upstairs and ready for my bath between nine thirty and ten o’clock. As soon as I am dressed, I shall come to you. Is that agreeable?”
“Of course. I look forward to your return.” She tried to hold steady because she feared that she would start crying at any moment.