Mr. Darcy's Daughters
A Novel
Chapter One
Town and country are different worlds. No matter how rich and
self-possessed they are, country-bred young ladies need to
keep their wits well about them when they come to London.
The two eldest Darcy sisters were in the morning parlour of a
large town house in Aubrey Square, the home of their cousins,
the Fitzwilliams. Letitia, the eldest, was sitting at a small
elegant table, a sheet of hot-pressed notepaper lying in front
of her, trying to compose a letter.
She put down her pen with a sigh of irritation. "The noise,"
she said. "The constant sound of carriages and horses and
voices and dogs barking - however can people support living
in the midst of such a din?"
Her peevish tone wasn't reflected in the calm beauty of her
face, which with its wide brow and fine nose caused her
sisters, when in teasing mood, to call her Galatea, declaring
that she was exactly like a classical statue come to life.
Camilla had none of Letitia's perfection of feature. Her chief
attributes were a pair of dark, expressive eyes, an
instinctive grace of movement and a li ... read full excerpt from: Mr. Darcy's Daughters ebook
