Darcy's Story
Chapter One
It is a consequence of possessing an income of ten thousand pounds a year that a man may order his life to his own liking, and choose his own society.
The tall and handsome young man surveying his estate from the first floor window had much to be proud of, and few matters to regret. The estate at Pemberley was ten miles round. The gracious prospect from the house overlooked a verdant valley where the stream had been dammed to form a lake in the foreground. The vista over the park extended across to the woods beyond, where the view widened and the slopes on the far side blended with the trees across the hills to each side. Beyond, the High Peak could be seen in the distance. It was a view of which its owner never wearied; and one of many reasons why he was happier in Derbyshire than in any other place.
"You never tire of that view, Darcy?" said Colonel Fitzwilliam.
"No," he replied, turning to look at his cousin, "but should I?"
"I do not value the landscape of Derbyshire as highly as you do, perhaps, but I dare say that if I had inherited such a handsome house and a fi ... read full excerpt from: Darcy's Story ebook
