![]() ![]() “Millie,” said her mother, “let me present Lord Fitzhugh. Any moment now he’d be introduced as the new earl’s schoolmate, or perhaps the guardian Colonel Clements’s son. The late earl could not possibly have a cousin who looked like this. But she was all agitation inside, a sensation that was equal parts glee and misery. ![]() Haloed by this supernatural radiance stood a young man who must have folded his wings just that moment so as to bear a passing resemblance to a mortal.Īn instinctive sense of self-preservation made her lower her face before she’d quite comprehended the geography of his features. Like a visitation of angels, there flared a bright white light in the center of her vision. She was, therefore, entirely unprepared for her internal upheaval, when the new Earl Fitzhugh was shown into the family drawing room. That seemed to her the epitome of romantic love: the quiet satisfaction of two kindred souls brought together in gentle harmony. And if she were fortunate enough, finding that one gentleman of character, sense, and good humor. Millie imagined herself a wealthy, independent widow, inspecting the gentlemen available to her with wry but humane wit. ![]() Darcy to have the makings of a fine husband until she had seen the majesty of Pemberley, which stood for Mr. Miss Elizabeth Bennet, for example, did not truly consider Mr. Love, it seemed to her, was a result born of careful, shrewd observation. Sometimes, as she lay in bed at night, she thought of falling in love, in the ways of a Jane Austen novel-her mother did not allow her to read the Brontës. ![]()
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