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Mr.&Mrs. Darcy, the joyous newlyweds from Pride and Prejudice, have not even left for their honeymoon when they find themselves embroiled in a mystery involving one of their wedding guests.
The lovely Caroline Bingley is engaged to marry a rich and charismatic American. Unfortunately, this windswept courtship is marred by many strange events: nocturnal wanderings, spooked horses, carriage accidents, and even an apparent suicide attempt. Soon the whole Bingley family seems the target of a mysterious plot.
Only the Darcys recognize the danger as the Austen genre of Regency romances mixes with the unearthly gothic threats of Ann Radcliffe and the Brontës. Dark forces are afoot and the Darcys must get to the bottom of the plot before the blushing bride descends into madness or worse.
In Pride and Prescience, the Darcys take center stage as the Regency era's answer to the Thin Man's Nick and Nora, in search of the truth, universally acknowledged and otherwise.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781429917971 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Tor Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 02/01/2004 |
| Series: | Mr. and Mrs. Darcy Mysteries , #1 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 288 |
| Sales rank: | 310,369 |
| File size: | 307 KB |
About the Author
Carrie A. Bebris is a former school teacher and editor for TSR. A member in good standing of the Jane Austen Society, she resides in Wisconsin.
Award-winning author Carrie Bebris is best known for her Mr.&Mrs. Darcy Mystery series. Set in Regency England, the novels entangle some of Jane Austen’s most beloved characters in intrigue, with sharp dialogue, romantic interplay, and a dash of gothic atmosphere. Carrie began her career in publishing after previous roles as a newspaper reporter and college English teacher. As an editor for fantasy publisher TSR, Inc., she developed supplements for the Dungeons&Dragons® roleplaying game before striking out on her own as a freelance writer and editor. She wrote two fantasy novels, Pool of Radiance: Ruins of Myth Drannor (2001) and Shadowborn (1998, with William W. Connors), before making her mystery debut in 2004 with Pride and Prescience. The novel made the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association bestseller list and was named one of the five best mysteries of 2004 by Library Journal. The third book in the series, North by Northanger, won the 2007 Daphne du Maurier Award, which honors excellence in romantic suspense, and a Reviewers Choice Award from Romantic Times BookClub magazine for Best Historical Mystery of 2006.
In addition to fiction, Carrie pens remodeling articles for Better Homes and Gardens® Special Interest Publications and writes other nonfiction. She has also edited such books as Tea with Jane Austen (by Kim Wilson) and Walking with William Shakespeare (by Anne-Marie Edwards). She is on the faculty of the 2008 Antioch Writers' Workshop and speaks frequently about writing and publishing. Carrie holds a master’s degree in English literature with an emphasis on 19th-century authors and studied Austen on the graduate level with one of today’s most respected Austen scholars. She is a life member of the Jane Austen Society of North America and travels to England to enhance her understanding of Austen’s life and work. Originally from Wisconsin, Carrie now lives in Ohio. When not writing, she likes to travel, watch costume dramas on A&E that send her husband fleeing the house, and indulge in her love of all things British. She is currently working on the next Mr.&Mrs. Darcy mystery.
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Pride and Prescience
Or, a Truth Universally Acknowledged
By Carrie Bebris
Tom Doherty Associates
Copyright © 2004 Carrie BebrisAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-1797-1
CHAPTER 1
Happy for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Bennet got rid of her two most deserving daughters.
Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 61
On the day Miss Elizabeth Bennet wed Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, she did not mind dividing with her elder sister, Jane, the notice due a bride. Indeed, she had been delighted when Jane chose to marry Mr. Charles Bingley in a double ceremony. It seemed only right that two sisters and two men who were themselves particular friends should all embark on their new lives together, and she hoped the event presaged many happy hours spent in each other's company in the years ahead.
Elizabeth did mind, however, sharing the stage with Mr. Bingley's sister Caroline.
The new Mrs. Darcy glanced across the drawing room of Longbourn House. Miss Bingley and her fiancé, Mr. Frederick Parrish, sat beside each other on the sofa, monopolizing the attention of half the wedding guests. Their immediate spectators included two of Elizabeth's younger sisters, assorted aunts and uncles, and Caroline's sister, Louisa Hurst. The couple's chatter had also drawn the observation of others in the room. Mr. Bennet looked on with amusement, her mother with annoyance, her cousin Mr. Collins in uncharacteristic silence, and the Gardiner children in awe. The audience wanted only the addition of the Prince Regent himself to comprise the most unlikely party in all England, but, unfortunately, no one had thought to invite him.
Elizabeth knew little of Mr. Parrish, in fact had never met the American before today. According to Miss Bingley, he was a gentleman of the first consequence. He had one townhouse, two carriages, three tailors, and could walk on water every other Tuesday. He also, anyone within auditory range had been given to understand, was a wealthy landowner, a patron of the arts, and a master of the intricate "ballroom" style of folding one's cravat.
Elizabeth had not yet conversed with Mr. Parrish, and based on Miss Bingley's praise had little inclination to do so. She suspected, however, that of the myriad attributes proclaimed by his fiancée, the gentleman's chief recommendation lay in the simple fact that he had chosen Caroline, from among all the unattached young women of the Polite World, as the object of his affections. How an otherwise sensible-seeming man had allowed that to happen, Elizabeth could only speculate; she attributed it to either a momentary lapse of reason or a prolonged lapse of sobriety.
"Lizzy! Jane!" Mrs. Bennet bustled over to the quiet corner where, beckoned by early winter sunlight edging its way past the draperies, her second daughter had sought a moment's respite from her social duties. Jane, concern clouding her face at their mother's summons, hurried to join them.
Elizabeth sighed at the impending but not unexpected intrusion. She'd known her interlude would prove fleeting on a day such as this; nevertheless, she'd strayed over here to indulge in reflection. After one-and-twenty years, these were her final hours as an inmate of this house, and, though not by nature an overly sentimental person, she'd wanted a chance to bid it farewell in her heart before going away. Fortunately, a very short span of time had sufficed. Her mind had soon wandered to Miss Bingley and other more prosaic thoughts, the interruption of which mattered little. "What is it, Mama?"
"My poor girls, how dare that woman try to spoil your day!" Mrs. Bennet, her bosom heaving and complexion flushed, expressed her indignation with all the wounded vanity the mother of two brides could muster. "To announce her own engagement at your wedding breakfast —"
Elizabeth wished her mother possessed a voice one-tenth its volume. "Mama, everyone here knows this is our day, not hers."
Jane extended a placating hand, as if to literally smooth their mother's ruffled feathers. "I am sure my new sister doesn't mean to draw notice toward herself."
At Jane's defense of Miss Bingley, Elizabeth couldn't stifle a laugh. "Dear Jane, only you could be so generous. She was circulating the news while we were still in the receiving line." Her gaze turned back to the newly betrothed couple. Miss Bingley beamed at something Mr. Parrish said, an expression Elizabeth had rarely seen on the woman's typically haughty countenance. It softened the severe lines of her cheekbones and upward tilt of her chin, lending her an almost pleasant aspect. "Much as I hate to admit it, he seems a good influence on her."
"He's more than that woman deserves," Mrs. Bennet whispered too loudly for Elizabeth's comfort. "And his fortune! Lady Lucas told me he just inherited an enormous sugar plantation in Louisiana. It has a French name ... Mont-Joyo, or something like that. He's easily worth ten thousand a year. Ten thousand, Lizzy — same as your Mr. Darcy!" Her mother's tone became reverent at the mention of Mr. Darcy. Though he was now her son-in-law, Mrs. Bennet, like many of Darcy's acquaintances, yet found him a formidable man.
Elizabeth observed Miss Bingley listening to Parrish with rapt attention. He cast his fiancée a warm smile, then broadened it to include the rest of his party. Monts Joyeux. She searched her rudimentary knowledge of French for a rough translation. Joyful Hills? The image of a home so named somehow suited the attentive, amiable man. But Miss Bingley was another matter. "I'm astonished that she consented to marry an American," she said. "One can't imagine her living in the United States. She'd consider it uncivilized."
"Maybe the size of Mr. Parrish's inheritance influenced her," Jane said. "It must be a very grand estate. I understand, however, that he plans to buy another property here in England." She lowered her voice so that it reached only Elizabeth's ears. "Perhaps Caroline will have her own Pemberley at last, Lizzy, now that she knows she'll never have yours."
Anticipation swept Elizabeth at the mention of Mr. Darcy's home in Derbyshire — now her home, too. Before Darcy became engaged, Miss Bingley had been obvious in her aspirations to one day cross Pemberley's threshold as its mistress. Apparently, she'd experienced more disappointment over failing to secure the estate than its owner, for no sooner had Darcy and Elizabeth set their wedding date than Miss Bingley embarked on a whirlwind courtship with Mr. Parrish. Somehow, in the space of mere weeks, Caroline had managed to win the affections of a very eligible bachelor.
Sensing someone's gaze upon her, Elizabeth raised her eyes to meet those of her new husband. Darcy stood some distance away, enduring the effusive congratulations of Mr. Collins, who had apparently found himself unequal to the effort of holding his own tongue long enough to overhear Mr. Parrish's words, and had therefore chosen to confer upon one of the bridegrooms his felicitations and sagacious marital counsel. Despite Darcy's diverted attention, the clergyman continued his discourse unabated, completely insensible of the interruption in attendance to his soliloquy.
Though Darcy had cropped his dark brown hair a little shorter than usual for today, unruly curls yet wisped round his head. Short side-whiskers lent prominence to his strong jaw, while the lapels of his double-breasted coat accented the broad shoulders that so capably bore the weight of many responsibilities. Not of brawny build, he nevertheless exuded puissance, the noble virility of a classical marble bust come to life.
He towered over her cousin, his stature enabling her to see every nuance of his countenance. The man who could quell observers with the rise of a single dark brow bestowed upon her a look of infinite tenderness before returning his gaze to Mr. Collins.
"Miss Bingley can have every acre of Pemberley," she said softly. "I have the real fortune."
She glanced once more at her husband. Poor Darcy — stuck in the corner with Mr. Collins, and no end to the interview in sight! Noting that the servants had just laid out the tea table, she headed for it, intending to relieve Darcy's suffering by interrupting the conversation to offer refreshment. No sooner had she poured coffee to take to the gentlemen, however, than Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst approached the table.
"I'm positively parched." Miss Bingley took one of the cups from Elizabeth's hands.
Mrs. Hurst took the other. "Yes, it is very dry in this room."
Elizabeth forbore suggesting that perhaps Miss Bingley's thirst derived from having spent the morning talking excessively about herself and Mr. Parrish. Instead, she commented on that safest and most meaningful of all topics — the weather — observing that there had been little rainfall of late.
"A providential circumstance for your wedding," Mrs. Hurst said, "particularly since it was held in the country. Otherwise, you would have risked dragging the hem of your gown through mud on your way into church."
"And what a charming little church — not at all like the large London ones where so many in our circle have tied the knot. Here we could all be so snugly seated." Miss Bingley's voice held all of the usual smugness with which she addressed any of the Bennets. "Altogether a nice little affair from beginning to end. Do you not agree, Louisa? How fortunate you are, Eliza, to have had your mother to guide you in the planning."
Elizabeth ignored the poorly stifled snicker that erupted from Mrs. Hurst. The Bingley sisters had never managed to mask their disdain for her mother, had seldom even tried. In moments of self-honesty, she conceded that their criticism was not without foundation. But their rudeness was. Mrs. Bennet might lack restraint and good judgment, but her silly behavior had at its root the sincere wish of seeing her five daughters securely settled, and maybe even happy. The Bingley sisters, in contrast, had demonstrated by words and deeds that they ultimately had no one's interests at heart but their own.
"Mrs. Bennet must have taken particular pleasure in preparing for today, since she was unable to participate in your youngest sister's wedding," Mrs. Hurst said.
"Yes — how is Mrs. Wickham?" Miss Bingley asked.
"She is well," Elizabeth responded civilly. In other words, Lydia was still infatuated with the wastrel she'd married, and therefore as happy as a flighty, thoughtless, self-absorbed girl can be. Though Elizabeth loved her sister, the remembrance of last summer's scandalous elopement yet pained her, and she felt guilty relief that when Wickham's previous misconduct toward the Darcy family rendered it impossible to include him on today's guest list, Lydia had chosen to remain with her husband at his military post in Newcastle rather than attend the nuptials.
"Have you any advice for those of us who will soon follow you down the aisle?" Miss Bingley pressed, casting a conspiratorial smirk at Mrs. Hurst. Louisa leaned forward for Elizabeth's response.
"With your own taste to guide you, I am sure your celebration could derive no further benefit from my opinions."
The Bingley sisters returned to their party, where Caroline continued to hold court with Mr. Parrish. The American's distinct accent seemed to entertain its listeners independent of whatever he had to say.
Elizabeth poured more coffee and carried it to Darcy and Mr. Collins. "Forgive the interruption, gentlemen, but I thought you might appreciate something to drink. I've been informed that it's dry in here."
Darcy's look of gratitude had nothing to do with the refreshment.
"Cousin Elizabeth, your eagerness to serve your new husband does you credit." Mr. Collins accepted the coffee but could not leave off talking long enough to taste it. "Do allow me to express once more my most heartfelt wishes for your future happiness. Though, as I was just expressing to Mr. Darcy, it grieves me that you entered into the matrimonial state without his aunt's permission. You will, I am sure, be gladdened to hear that her ladyship still tolerates the mention of your husband's name in her presence, an omen which leads me to believe that if you applied to Lady Catherine with the utmost humility and the deference to which one of her rank is entitled, she may in due course yet condescend to approve the match."
"What a relief! I know not how Mr. Darcy and I will get on until we obtain her approbation."
"Thank goodness you realize the seriousness of the situation. I had feared you were insensible of the grave insult you have paid her ladyship —"
"Mr. Collins," she said as if addressing him in confidence, "I have just come into the knowledge that there is another couple here who could benefit from your insights on marriage." She directed his attention toward the sofa. "Miss Bingley and Mr. Parrish have just announced their engagement, and only moments ago, the lady was seeking my counsel on planning the ceremony. Certainly you — longer married than I, and a clergyman besides — could offer her valuable instruction."
Mr. Collins nodded enthusiastically. "I could indeed. There is so much a betrothed couple ought to consider —"
"And they should consider it all."
"Before I depart, I shall make myself better acquainted with them."
"Why delay?" Elizabeth asked. "There is an empty seat near Miss Bingley. This is the perfect occasion to share your knowledge."
The clergyman wanted no further encouragement. "You are right, cousin Elizabeth. Wisdom can never be imparted too early. If you and Mr. Darcy will excuse me?"
"Of course."
Mr. Collins hastened to Miss Bingley's side, eliciting an expression of horror from that lady and a charge of satisfaction from Elizabeth.
"I had no idea I married a woman capable of such cruelty to another of her sex."
She met Darcy's smile. "I merely thought that someone so desirous of attention and someone so generous in extending it should be united in conversation."
"Somehow, I doubt Miss Bingley agrees."
"I can call him back, if you wish."
"Do not dare."
Spotting Charlotte Collins approaching the tea table, she contemplated how much luckier she was than her friend, in having found a life partner worthy of her respect. Charlotte had gone into her marriage fully sensible of her husband's oddities, and managed Mr. Collins skillfully, but Elizabeth nevertheless preferred her own definition of happiness.
Darcy followed her gaze. "I am glad your friend Mrs. Collins could be here. Have you had much opportunity to visit with her?"
"Very little. I've been trying to devote a bit of time to each of our guests. As a consequence, I feel I've spent the morning talking ceaselessly but saying nothing."
"Then you shall fit right in with the haut ton."
She looked up at him, this man with whom she was now joined. "Everyone wants a few minutes with the bride," she said quietly, "and all I want are a few minutes with you."
"Only a few? I had counted on a lifetime."
Her mischievous spirit returned. "Did you not realize? I took you on probation."
"And how have I acquitted myself thus far?" He regarded her with amusement.
"Beyond every expectation. Not that there was ever much doubt of my keeping you, but a man willing for my sake alone to bear the conversation of Mr. Collins has no equal."
Their social obligations compelled them to part. Darcy went to the Gardiners, while Elizabeth met Mrs. Collins at the tea table. She embraced her friend, noting immediately her thickened waist.
"Charlotte, I must tell you again how pleased I am that you managed to come."
"I would not have missed it. Had Lady Catherine withheld permission for Mr. Collins to attend, I would have urgently wished to visit my mother once more before my confinement, or developed a craving for cream that could be satisfied only by the Lucas Lodge dairy. My husband is so nervous about my 'delicate state of health' that he would not dare refuse me."
As Charlotte tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Elizabeth noted that a few strands of grey had emerged amid the auburn since she last saw her friend. "You are feeling well?"
"Very, despite her ladyship's insistence that I behave as an invalid — when I'm not attending to matters she deems more important, of course."
(Continues...)
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