In answer to your question, I do enjoy fishing. I’m sure someone as lively as yourself would find it incredibly dull, but I have always found it relaxing. There are no pressing matters needing my attention, no disputes for me to settle or stewards to discuss business with. It is best early in the morning when the day is still and I can watch the forest around the stream awaken. There is a particularly good fishing spot about one and one half miles from the house. It is in a small glade where the water swells. Many of the animals come there for a drink and if you sit very still, the deer will approach the stream without a look in your direction. My father took me there as a boy; I cannot wait to show it to you. I am sure you would find it a peaceful place to escape with a good book.

I cannot wait to show you Pemberley. I know you will love it. There are paths and trails abounding—I’m sure even you will be satisfied with them. We should arrive there in August and you will be able to see it in all its summer glory.

I know it is dull, but there is some business that must be settled. I was speaking with my housekeeper about your imminent arrival and she wished to know if you will be bringing your maid with you. Also, will you be bringing a horse? I shall alert the stables if you intend to. If you do not, I will have to find you a suitable mount. Do you have any preferences? I believe there is a horse in Pemberley’s stables that will suit until a new one can be procured, but I should like you to have a new mount if you do not wish to bring your own.

I still do not know the color of your gown. I am choosing to see it as a small oversight and not a deliberate attempt to be mysterious, though I am sure you will be lovely whatever you wear. Georgiana insisted I wear blue, and so a new coat has been made in that color. I hope it will suit—G is desperately worried that we will clash.

Yours,

F. Darcy

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Elizabeth had mixed emotions on reading his latest. She seemed back in his good graces, which was of course a good thing, and though he was a touch high handed, he wasn’t too offensive. She decided being her usual lively, impertinent self was the right thing to do. After all, if he had fallen in love with her, it was not because she flattered and flirted with him. He must have seen something he liked and she saw no reason to alter what was clearly working in her favor.

Dear Mr. Darcy,