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Regency Drabbles
Darcy & Elizabeth
Angels In Pemberley
"Augusta! Augusta
Madeline Darcy! Where are you?" called her mother. There
was no sign of her in the music room. Perhaps the study again?
Quickly she made her way to the room. "There you are, young
lady! You naughty girl - you know you should not be in Papa's
study!"
"Daddy gone."
Elizabeth joined
her in the leather chair. "Yes, dear - Papa has gone to
Town on business."
"Miz Daddy."
"Yes, I miss
him, too, but you should not…"
"Smell Daddy."
"What…?"
Elizabeth then noticed that the chair was rich with the aroma
of her husband's cologne - a rich smell of the woods…
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The Master of Pemberley
was assaulted as he entered his domain. "PAPA!"
Fitzwilliam picked
up Bennet George Darcy in his arms. "Ha ha ha! How are you,
my little man! But what is this? Where are your Mama and sister?"
Mrs. Reynolds sided
up to her master. "You might try your study, sir."
Carrying his son
in his strong arms, Fitzwilliam walked to the room and opened
the door. There he beheld two angels asleep in his armchair.
Anne & the Colonel
Drabbles
(from The Three
Colonels)
Barefoot at Rosings
Park
Sir Richard Fitzwilliam
poured a glass of port from the side table in his library. Sipping
it he smiled in pure pleasure. He sat in the armchair facing
the fireplace to drink in the deep evening and escape from estate
matters - matters that were represented by the large volume of
papers on his desk. He truly thought that retirement would be
boring after war and regulation. He was wrong, of course.
Drainage in Clarke's
fields. Repairs to the roof over the west wing. Chicken thieves
again. Lady Catherine de Bourgh pushing for more enclosure in
Hunsford. Now she embraces modern farming! Thank the
Lord we only have to dine with her twice a week. And Mr.
Collins calling on him at least once a day.
Ah, to be back
in uniform. Your days belonged to the King; your nights to yourself.
What more could a man want?
A noise at the door
broke into his reminiscences. Lady Anne, his wife and the mother
of his two children, was walking barefoot in her dressing gown;
the thinness of the material showcasing her abundant charms and
the firelight highlighting the desire in her eyes.
"Richard -
the children are asleep…"
He remembered what
was better.
Up, Up and Away
The party gathered
in the field near Rosings Park to watch the great envelope inflate.
"Happy birthday, my dear!" cried Sir Richard Fitzwilliam
to his wife, Lady Anne.
"A balloon
ride! How extraordinary!" With trepidation Lady Anne watched
the process, along with their guests: the Darcys, Bingleys, Matlocks,
Brandons, Collinses and the widowed Mrs. Buford.
"If man was
meant to fly, our Lord would have given him wings," muttered
Lady Catherine darkly. Mr. Collins' comment was cut off by his
wife.
"Those things
cost dear, brother," said Lord Andrew. "Are you sure
you can afford it?"
"Enough!"
cried Sir Richard. "We shall all ride, but Anne and I shall
be first. My butterfly shall have her wings." He kissed
her hand as they went forward, to general applause. Soon they
were aboard, and at a signal from the pilot the balloon was released
and rose over the green of Kent, secured by a cable.
The device was only
a little way up when a great scream issued from it.
"My heavens!
What is the matter? You cry like a little girl!" cried the
other passenger.
"TAKE ME DOWN!
I AM AFRAID OF THE HEIGHT!"
"Oh, stand
up and enjoy this beautiful view! Honestly, Richard!"
The End
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