Twenty Minutes Later
I absolutely loved brandy. It must be the absolute best thing ever to have been made in the history of great things that have been made since the beginning of absolute ever.
The first proper glass had succeeded in making me feel wonderfully tingly so I thought a second glass might make me forget all about my terror at going to bed with my husband and I was correct, I no longer felt frightened at all.
I felt rather excited about it, really. Who knew?
It might be pleasant. Darcy might be a lover.
Oh, goodness. I began to laugh uncontrollably.
It was such an amusing thought. Mr. Darcy a lover.
Everything was so, so amusing. Must stop laughing or husband will think I'm a madwoman, I chided myself.
I could hear Mr. Darcy moving about his chambers.
He had arrived home some time ago. I thought he would have come to visit me by now.
I never realized how long men take at their toilette. What could they possibly have to do? I suppose there is the shaving. Do men shave in the evening? I do not know. There are so many things I do not know about men.
Through the wall Mr. Darcy's deep, serious voice rumbled indescribably. He was dismissing his valet, I think. He would come to me shortly.
I glanced at the noticeably diminished decanter. Perhaps another little sippy was in order?