Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
She had run off. Again!
Darcy had to let her go. For good. It was clear that her sister’s upset was driving a wedge between them, and these feelings seemed irreversible.
He had done what he had done, and he would never apologise for it.
Ever. His sister came before hers, and if he had to choose between Georgiana’s happiness and having Elizabeth, he would choose— Well, why did it have to be a choice?
Four months had passed. Why could Elizabeth not see— No.
Enough. She could find another husband and he another wife, and Mrs Collins could mourn that bore of a husband she so doted on, and all would be right with the world.
Losing people was sad, that he knew. In fact, he had recently experienced a loss of his own, so Miss Elizabeth’s first words of greeting ought to have been words of condolence for his aunt’s passing.
Of course, Miss Elizabeth had travelled a great distance for his aunt’s funeral, and he had approached her at Rosings, so a word or two of kindness now would have been appropriate.
She was unfeeling and thoughtless. Yes, that was it.
She reserved her best self only for her family and left nothing for him, so it was right that they be finished.
He would not think of her lips or her hair or her voice or her extraordinary mind anymore!