Read Christmas at Pemberley for Free Online

interact with Society. In the early days, she had fought her only child, but her efforts brought Anne such physical pain that after a while, she’d abandoned her efforts to bring Anne to heel and had concentrated her administrations on her sister’s only son, trying to reason with Darcy, to make him see the match’s advantage. However, her nephew foiled the best of Lady Catherine’s plans.
    â€œDespite her poor connections, Mrs. Darcy holds social graces. She’ll extend her welcome to her husband’s family.”
    Â 
    Anne wanted to argue further, to convince her mother of how incogitant it was to impose themselves on the Darcys, especially at Christmastide, to speak of Her Ladyship’s own poor manners. But Anne could never find her voice when meeting her mother’s close inspection. She truly possessed her father’s personality, and as much as Anne missed him, missed the feeling of belonging that Sir Lewis had provided his only child, moments existed when she wished more for Mrs. Darcy’s ability to thwart Lady Catherine’s plans.
    Although she desired her own home and family, Anne had understood that her marrying Darcy was never a reality. The man intimidated her. Even as a boy, Darcy had tormented her for her shyness, claiming it a weakness. Despite being more than a bit humiliated, Anne actually found that amusing. Better than anyone else, she recognized diffidence in both Darcy and Georgiana. She’d always thought Darcy amplified her faults in order to disguise his own.
    â€œIt’ll be agreeable to spend Christ’s birthday with family,” Anne observed. “To have Mr. Darcy’s good favor again. To know an end to this feud. I’ve truly missed Fitzwilliam and Georgiana.”
    â€œDo not fool yourself, Child,” Lady Catherine warned. “Mr. Darcy’s forgiveness shall be late coming, and if you imagine that I’m of the persuasion to guard my usual frankness in reference to my nephew’s marital nearsightedness, you’ll be sadly disappointed. Only when Mr. Darcy admits his mistake shall I extend my forbearance.”

    Silently, Anne groaned. She knew from private moments with Georgiana at Matlock that Mr. Darcy violently loved the former Elizabeth Bennet. When that fact was added to his reluctance to admit any weakness, it wasn’t likely that he would give Lady Catherine any satisfaction. They’d intrude on the Darcys’ Christmas, ruining the day for everyone.

    â€œDo you suppose that Georgiana is safe?” Elizabeth asked as she and Darcy shared breakfast in the inn’s limited seating area.
    â€œGeorgiana is fine,” he assured. “She was to return to Pemberley two days prior, but even if my sister was delayed, my Uncle Matlock would see to her safety.”
    Elizabeth looked longingly at the snowy landscape through the ice-laced windowpanes. “Might we take a short walk, Fitzwilliam?” she asked, lost in her own world.
    Darcy recognized her need for daily exercise. Traveling for two days had left Elizabeth confined to his traveling coach. More often than he should, Darcy recalled how Charles Bingley’s sister, Caroline, had criticized Elizabeth for her preference in walking. “To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! What could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.”
    Darcy smiled knowingly. “I would love some time outdoors,” he responded genuinely. “Especially with you.” He teasingly waggled his eyebrows.
    His amusing attempt to ease her qualms spoke of Darcy’s love. Elizabeth drew in a deep, determined, definitive breath. “Why is it?” she whispered. “Why, after two years, do I still see you as I did on our wedding night?”
    Darcy felt his groin tighten: She had