{"id":252878,"date":"2026-07-13T02:26:21","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:26:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-courtship-at-pemberley-elizabeth-m-bridges\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:26:21","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:26:21","slug":"a-courtship-at-pemberley-elizabeth-m-bridges","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-courtship-at-pemberley-elizabeth-m-bridges\/","title":{"rendered":"A Courtship At Pemberley – Elizabeth M Bridges"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Do you not remember?” Mrs Gardiner asked gently touching Lizzy’s cheek. “No. I… I remember Jane was ill, we were at Netherfield. Actually, she was getting better, and we were to leave. Am I still at Netherfield? And when have you came, Aunt?” “Oh, my! Lizzy, dear, that was October last year! We have August now!” “WHAT????” Elizabeth rose to the sitting position despite the headache. “Easy,” her aunt tried to stop her from making violent movements. At that moment, Doctor Gilmore entered the room and walked over to his patient, followed by Mr Darcy.<\/p>\n

“Mr Darcy?!” Elizabeth\u2019s eyes opened wide, seeing the man at the door. She instinctively covered her body up to the chin. “How do you feel, Miss Bennet?” Mr Gilmore asked. “I am confused and my head is throbbing,” she paused, not exactly knowing what to say. She touched her wounded forehead again. “Where am I? What is happening? Why I am hurt?”<\/p>\n

She asked, her eyes avoiding the gentleman who walked closer now. His gaze intimidated her as she could not understand the emotion she saw in his eyes. “You are at Pemberley, Elizabeth,” he said. “Don’t you remember?” Mr Darcy glanced anxiously over to Mrs Gardiner, then turned his worried gaze over Mr Gilmore. “I do not understand. Mr Darcy, why are you here? What is going on? Why are you looking at me like that? Wait, you said Pemberley? Am I at Pemberley?<\/p>\n

Is it your estate?” She turned to Mrs Gardiner with a horrified expression. “Aunt?” Elizabeth was getting more upset and confounded in every passing minute. The anxiety written on Mr Darcy’s face startled her. But even more shocking were the liberties in addressing her. Did he call her by her Christian name? The whole situation began making her dizzy.<\/p>\n

She put her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Disturbing images flashed through her mind. Mr Darcy smiling radiantly at her. Mr Darcy dancing with her. No, they were sitting. And now they were kissing. Kissing?! The images vanished quickly, creating even more dizziness, and she touched her mouth oddly feeling Mr Darcy’s lips on hers. “I do not understand… I…” she whispered, confused. The whole situation seemed so impossible that she sought to convince herself this was all but a nightmare, and she prayed she would soon wake.<\/p>\n

Dr Gilmore observing Elizabeth confusion removed everyone but Mrs Gardiner from the room to let the patient rest. He examined her more and then began pacing the room in a troubled manner. “Mr Gilmore?” Mrs Gardiner asked. The man stopped in front of the patient bed and took a deep breath. “Miss Bennet, you got hit on the head.<\/p>\n

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“My dear, should you not like to see a place of which you have heard so much?” asked Mrs Gardiner. “A place too, with which so many of your acquaintances are connected? Mr Wickham passed all his youth there, you know. And if it were merely a fine house richly furnished,” the woman continued, “I should not care about it myself, but the grounds are delightful.<\/p>\n

Pemberley has some of the finest woods in the country.” The chance of meeting Mr Darcy while viewing his place occurred instantly to Elizabeth. Her cheeks turned pink at the thought of the gentleman who had once loved her enough to wish to marry her despite the lack of fortune and a vulgar family. Elizabeth could not determine when her opinion of Mr Darcy had changed, and why a sudden sense of regret at the loss of a potential respectable husband had developed.<\/p>\n

She had been trying to repress her growing regard for Mr Darcy for months. Still, the gentleman refused to leave her thoughts, making Elizabeth feel not only remorseful but also absolutely ashamed of herself for the manner she had refused his suit and rejected the love he had so passionately felt for her. The possibility of meeting this man now would be dreadfully uncomfortable, and Elizabeth’s mind hastened to find a reasonable excuse for not visiting the place.<\/p>\n

“Aunt, the lure of seeing the parks of such a grand estate is great, but I confess I would be uneasy if I were to go there.” “Surely you cannot be worried about your acquaintance with the owner? It would not be out of place in the least for you to tour the estate. And it is highly unlikely that you would meet the gentleman, even by chance. The family is absent from home.” “Are you sure, Aunt?” Elizabeth’s heart skipped.<\/p>\n

Despite all worries, her inquisitive nature desired to see the estate of which she could have been a mistress. “Why, yes. Hannah’s brother is an under-gardener there, and she confirmed it to your uncle this morning.” Elizabeth looked at Mrs Gardiner with a spark in her eyes. “Well?” “Perhaps we might visit Pemberley after all,” she agreed finally. ***** Elizabeth watched Pemberley Woods with some nervousness as she drove with her aunt and uncle along in an open carriage. The thoughts of the owner of those magnificent grounds entered her mind again.<\/p>\n

Had she not let her pride fuel her resentment, had she not thought herself so clever and disliked Mr Darcy so adamantly, she might have come to see his good nature sooner than upon reading his letter. Had she endeavoured to understand him better, she might have developed a better judgment of his character. However, even if she had not so readily believed Mr Wickham’s vicious lies, Elizabeth must remember of Mr Darcy’s interference regarding Mr Bingley and Jane, as well as his attitude towards her family.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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