Inspiration for Mr. Darcy’s Noble Connections

AR head shotI’m preoccupied with revisions on my next book, which comes out in late May. Much of the inspiration for Mr. Darcy’s Noble Connections came from my trip to England in September. Not only did I steal many of my settings from places I saw, but I also found plot inspiration in many of them. Usually I don’t have concrete settings in mind when I write, but this time I did. I’d had the general plot in mind for some time, but it didn’t take life until I had a brainstorming session with two writer friends while walking the grounds at Fountains Abbey in Yorkshire. Not surprisingly, there’s a crucial scene in a ruined abbey at Betham Park. Thanks go to fellow author Cassandra Grafton for taking me there and contributing ideas! There are several other Yorkshire settings in the book, including an intense scene on a heather moor which leads to some major changes in the relationship between Elizabeth and Darcy.

Great Hall

On one of the last days of my trip, I visited the beautiful gardens at Nymans. Darcy and Elizabeth kept up a running commentary as I walked, and I just had to go home and transcribe it. As a result, there’s a garden that looks remarkably like Nymans at Rosedale Park in Yorkshire. There are two stately houses in the book. I used Castle Howard as the model for the imposing Bentham Park, the seat of the Marquess of Bentham whose daughter Elizabeth is visiting. I wanted Bentham Park to overwhelm anyone who enters with its stateliness and power. If you look at the picture of the Great Hall at Castle Howard, you’ll get a sense of that. It’s hard to take a good picture of the Great Hall because it’s so massive. Neighboring Hillington Hall where Darcy is visiting his friend Paxton is grand, but not on the scope of Bentham Park. I based it loosely on Middlethorpe Hall in York, a stately home now converted into a historic hotel by the National Trust. But you don’t actually care about any of that, do you? ;) Okay, here’s the first chapter of it to give you a taste of the story, with some illustrations from the real sites.

Chapter 1

Bentham Park, aka Castle Howard

As the carriage made its way down the elm-lined lane, Elizabeth removed a spot of lint from her white kidskin gloves. The widow who had chaperoned her on the stagecoach had worn a dark brown wool cloak with a tendency to shed. By the time Elizabeth had finally left the coach, she had been dotted with bits of brown fluff. Not wishing to arrive looking like a refugee from a kennel, she had spent the last half hour painstakingly picking off lint. It was an improvement, but no matter how careful she was, she would still look like a poor relation when she reached Bentham Park. Not that she ranked as high as a poor relation; she was only a poor connection of one of Lord Bentham’s poor relations.

It hardly mattered, though. Whatever faults her appearance or breeding might present, she would once more be at Bentham Park. For years it had been like home to her, but she had thought she would never see it again. What did it matter if her dress showed a little lint? Lord and Lady Bentham might not be in residence, and even if they were, she would likely see them only at dinner. Lord Bentham tended to be off in his own world and never paid much attention to her, and the new Lady Bentham had standards Elizabeth could not possibly meet, so there was no point in fretting over them. She was only coming to Bentham Park at Eleanor’s request, and she would not care if Elizabeth appeared in rags. A lack of interest in the latest fashions was one of the traits they shared.

Elizabeth’s spirits lifted as the lane opened onto the familiar imposing vista of Bentham Park. The butler at the door was less imposing but more supercilious, making clear with one sniff his opinion of young women who travelled accompanied by no more than a maidservant. “I will see if Lady Eleanor is at home,” he intoned.

Given that Elizabeth had just arrived in Eleanor’s carriage which Eleanor had sent for her less than an hour before, it seemed unlikely that Eleanor would not be at home, but Elizabeth managed to suppress the urge to point this out to the butler. She would laugh about it later with her friend. Instead, she ran her hand down one of the marble columns supporting the magnificent dome over the Great Hall. It was good to be back.

In a few minutes, the butler, with a pained look engraved on his gaunt features, led her to the sitting room where Eleanor sat in an exquisitely ladylike pose, each blonde curl precisely in place, and greeted her with the languor so fashionable among the ton — a manner quite different from the desperate letter she had sent only a few days earlier. Elizabeth had expected no less, since Lady Bentham’s hawk-like eyes were upon her stepdaughter

After a few pleasantries, Eleanor suggested that Elizabeth might wish to rest after her journey. Setting a sedate pace, she led Elizabeth upstairs to a small but elegantly furnished bedroom, making idle pleasant conversation all the way.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, Eleanor’s smile faded. “Thank you for coming, Lizzy! I have been desperate for your good sense and friendship.

“So I gathered from your letter.” Elizabeth took Eleanor’s hands in her own. “I came as quickly as I could, but not as soon as I would have liked. Your letter worried me so! It is not like you to send out a call for help! What has happened?”

“So much – I hardly know where to begin! It is such a muddle. Papa has taken it into his head that it is time for me to marry, and I simply cannot bear it! He has opened discussions with the gentleman he has chosen for me.” Eleanor shuddered. “Papa plans to announce the engagement in September, and we are to marry at the beginning of the Season.”

Elizabeth was well aware of her friend’s propensity for dramatics, but her voice held a tinge of desperation this time. “Is he so very bad?

Eleanor twisted her fingers in the embroidered rose silk of her skirt. “No,” she half-whispered. “It could be much worse. He is not ill-tempered and has no disgusting habits, but he is such a dandy! If he cares about anything beyond the latest fashion in waistcoats or the perfection of the knot in his cravat, I cannot ascertain it, and he assumes that everyone else is as fascinated by his wardrobe as he is. At our last meeting, he unbent so far as to tell me that he had some ideas as to which milliner I should use for my wedding clothes, since it is crucial to his reputation that I meet the same standards of sartorial elegance that he himself does. And, of course, he is one of my stepmother’s friends.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. Is your father absolutely set on it?”

“Irrevocably. But I have not told you the worst part yet.”

“There is more?”

Eleanor nodded miserably. “I am in love with another man.”

A knock at the door announced the arrival of tea, and Eleanor raised a warning finger to her lips. The two young ladies sat in perfect silence until the tea tray was arranged and the maid had departed.

“Oh, dearest Eleanor! Is he unsuitable?

She shook her head. “Not to me, but to my father he is – utterly unsuitable, merely because his father was in trade. It does not matter that Geoffrey is a perfect gentleman, as well educated as my father or any of my brothers, and master of a fine estate. He is hopelessly tainted in my father’s eyes.” Eleanor squeezed her eyes shut to force back tears.

Elizabeth stroked her friend’s arm. “How did you meet him? Was it in London?”

“No. I first met him when I was six, though I did not see him again until last summer. He is one of our nearest neighbors, and he is the only man in the world who does not expect me to be someone I am not. I cannot bear losing him, Lizzy.

“Does he know of your feelings?”

“He knows everything. Sometimes we manage to steal a few minutes together, but it is not often. My stepmother is too attentive a chaperone, and my parents do not approve of the connection, even as a friend. It is only in the last two years, since Geoffrey’s father died, that they have acknowledged his existence at all, and even now they will not invite him to the house. He has a gentleman’s education and appears no different from any of our friends, but his father was a weaver before making a fortune in the mills.” Her expression fell a little. “I liked his father, though, the one time I met him.”

Elizabeth frowned. “If your parents did not acknowledge him, how did you come to know him or his son?”

Eleanor stood and went to the window, her fingers tracing the frame as she looked out. “Without permission, of course.” Her voice was colorless. “It was during the summers, back when I ran wild, you see. Before my father remarried… even before I met you.”

“That makes more sense.” Elizabeth wondered if Eleanor realized how much her own life still resembled what Eleanor called “running wild,” which had included everything from walking alone in the countryside to squabbling with her brothers. All that had ended for Eleanor five years ago when her stepmother, a noted beauty only eight years Eleanor’s senior, decided it was time to begin the process of transforming Eleanor into a young lady. Eleanor’s high spirits dimmed over the years under her stepmother’s strict tutelage, which had been so successful that sometimes Elizabeth had wondered if the lively girl she had played with was gone forever, leaving only the perfect debutante. Elizabeth had never warmed to the new Lady Bentham, but the worst was watching the change in her friend. It was good to see the old Eleanor again, even if it was because she was suffering.

“I know, I was fortunate to have any time when I could fly free, but I hate it so much – being a proper young lady, that is, and a credit to the family.” Eleanor’s eyes filled with tears. “At the time, I did not realize how lucky I was. That summer I was too busy pitying myself because my brothers refused to play with a mere girl. They thought themselves too good for Geoffrey as well, so he and I became friends, even though he was older than I was. He taught me to catch tadpoles.” She moved restlessly around the small room as if it were too small for her.

“How did you come to meet him again?”

“At a ball in London, if you can believe that. He has friends enough in the ton that he can attend some of the lesser occasions. I did not recognize him at first, not until I passed him in a dance and he said that he hoped I had no tadpoles in my reticule. And then I knew him, but I also knew something had changed between us. The way he looked at me – it made me hot and cold at the same time. I danced the next set with him, and then the dinner dance. He made me laugh, and I spoke more to him than I had to any gentleman all Season. It was heaven. I was so sorry to leave him, and as soon as I entered my carriage after the ball, my stepmother began to scold me for my hoydenish behavior. Proper young ladies do not laugh at balls; they must feign ennui. Nor do they talk to men beyond what words are necessary to entice their interest, always assuming the man in question is an appropriate prospect.” She paused, then collapsed on the bed as if the weight of her elegant dress were too much for her. “That was almost a year ago.”

“Are you certain that your father would not permit a marriage between you?”

““Certain beyond a doubt. At my urging, my brother Charles raised the question to him, saying that financially it would be a good match. My father said he would rather see me dead than married to one of the Paxtons.”

Elizabeth tried to imagine how that might feel, but it was too foreign to her own experience. It was impossible to conceive of anything she might do that would lead her father to prefer her to die, but she did not doubt Eleanor’s story. Lord Bentham was nothing like her father.

“Geoffrey wanted to ask his permission anyway, arguing that the worst he could do would be to refuse, but he is wrong. That is not the worst. If my parents had any inkling of my interest in Geoffrey, they would make it impossible for me to see him again. We are together little enough as it is, but to be denied even that – it would be intolerable. I would run mad.”

Feeling helpless in the face of her friend’s misery, Elizabeth said, “I am so sorry. I wish there were something I could do to help.”

Eleanor pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes now alight. “But there is! That is why I asked you to come.”

That look of Eleanor’s usually meant trouble. What could anyone possibly do to help? Surely she would not expect Elizabeth to serve as a go-between, or, worse, to cover up an elopement! With some trepidation, she said, “I hope you are not thinking of running off with him.”

Her friend’s shoulders slumped. “I wish I could. Geoffrey is willing, but I cannot. It would mean leaving everything I know and love. My family would disown me. No, I have given up any possibility of marrying Geoffrey. All I can hope for now is the chance to spend a little time with him before it is too late.”

“I understand your desire to be with him, but will that not make it all the more bitter when you must part?”

“You would not have asked that question if you had ever been in love. Yes, seeing him is worth any pain.”

So she must be desiring help in setting up an assignation. Elizabeth felt the pit of her stomach clench. “And if you are caught with him?”

Eleanor beamed. “It will not matter if you are with me as my chaperone.”

“Could not your maid do as much?”

“She would immediately report the meeting to my stepmother, who would prevent it from ever occurring again. But it is different with you. As long as I do nothing improper, you would not need to tell anyone, would you?”

Uneasy, Elizabeth said, “If your parents discover it, they would be furious, and with good reason.”

“I have a plan for that as well. If we are discovered, I will tell them that Geoffrey is interested in you, and that I am encouraging it. He has invited a friend as well, an earl’s grandson of impeccable reputation, and nothing could be more natural than for us to make a foursome.”

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief. “A counterfeit courtship between me and your Geoffrey?”

“Yes. It would delight my stepmother, since they would no longer need to exclude him if he married a gentleman’s daughter. She has wished for such a match for him. She could not condone having him marry someone of our class, since that would be getting above himself. Little does she know! You would be the perfect solution, a gentleman’s daughter, but poor enough that you could overlook the source of his fortune; and your manners are good, so you would be an acceptable neighbor.”

“Whereas an earl’s grandson would be suitable company for you, I suppose!”

“Well, perhaps not to marry, but for social interactions, yes.” Seeing the look on her friend’s face, Eleanor added hurriedly, “I hope you are not offended, Elizabeth. I did not mean to imply that you are desperate for a husband or that there is anything wrong with your family. Just that it is different for you.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I am not offended. I have heard far worse about my family, and I know we are not your equals in society. As for a husband, I have never been less desperate for one in my life. Sometimes I feel as if I do nothing but refuse proposals of marriage!”

“Someone made you an offer, and you did not tell me?” demanded Eleanor.

“Dearest Eleanor, I will happily share anything else with you, but I will not humiliate the gentlemen in question by telling you or anyone else their names. Suffice to say that two eligible gentlemen of property offered for me in recent months. One was a fool and the other ill-tempered and resentful, and I never gave a moment’s consideration to accepting either of them.”

“Oh, but I wish to hear all the details! You know I shall tease until you tell me.”

“I am not even to be allowed the opportunity to wash my face and change out of my dusty clothing?” Elizabeth asked with a smile.

“Oh, of course you may, you silly girl!” Laughing, Eleanor reached for the bell.

“I do not need a maid if you are here to unbutton my dress,” Elizabeth objected.

Eleanor waggled a finger at her. “You are at Bentham Park now,” she intoned. “If Lady Bentham were to hear that you were not attended by a maid, she would scold us both until we wept.”

You might weep, my dear. I would laugh.”

It was not until later that Elizabeth realized she had never actually stated her objections to Eleanor’s plans.

***

Sitting room at Hillington Hall

Sitting room at Hillington Hall

Paxton was usually a temperate fellow, which is why Darcy watched with concern as he poured his third glass of madeira in half an hour. He debated asking straight out what was troubling him, but decided against it. A few months ago he would have presumed on their old friendship to do so, but that was before Elizabeth Bennet had the audacity to accuse him of behaving in an ungentlemanlike manner. He would never forgive her for that, but it had made him more cautious, even with friends as close as Paxton. Instead, he said, “This madeira is potent stuff.”

His friend raised his glass and examined it. “Potent stuff for an impotent fool.” He swirled the madeira as if it were brandy. “Darcy, have you ever been in love?”

Could he never escape from it? Love was the last subject he wished to discuss.

“Never mind,” said Paxton. “Forget that I asked. It is none of my business.” He took a long swallow of madeira.

Abruptly, Darcy said, “Yes. I have been in love. It did not end well.”

That made Paxton look up in surprise. “I always thought that sort of thing would come easily to you. You have it all – birth, fortune, youth.”

“As do you.” Darcy finished his glass and poured another. Perhaps Paxton had the right idea.

“Fortune and youth, yes. Not birth.”

“That has never mattered to you before.”

“I never cared what the gentlemen’s sons thought of me. I thought little enough of them – present company excepted – that their opinions did not matter to me. Until now.”

“A lady of quality, then? And she will not have you?” Darcy only wished he had as good a reason to explain Elizabeth’s disdain of him.

She would have me happily. Her father will not. I am not good enough for the daughter of a marquess.”

If her father was a marquess, it was hardly surprising. Many aristocratic fathers would not allow their daughters to marry outside their ranks, although there were also those whose financial straits were dire enough that they would overlook the source of a man’s fortune. Still, it must sting. “Is there no hope of changing his mind, then?”

“None. He has already picked out her future husband, and plans to announce the betrothal in a few weeks.” Paxton set down his glass with a sigh. “And that will be the end of it. Most likely I will never see her again.”

“I am sorry to hear it. If there is anything I can do to assist you, if it might help for me to speak to her father on your behalf, you need only ask.” How foolish it sounded! Of course there was nothing he could do. He could not even manage to make a proposal that did not insult the woman he loved.

“You have always been very kind in offering to use your connections on my behalf, and my pride has always led me to refuse. In this case, I have lost my pride, and in fact I invited you here to ask for your assistance.”

“I would be happy to do whatever I can.”

“I need an entrée into Bentham Park. You have connections to Lord Bentham, do you not?”

“It is Bentham’s daughter, then?” That was indeed hopeless. Perhaps more madeira was in order.

“Yes. Lady Eleanor Carlisle.” He spoke her name with a certain reverence.

Darcy had a vague recollection of a thin, somewhat disheveled little girl. Presumably she had improved since then. “I was already planning to call on Bentham. You can accompany me if you like, but I imagine you could do as much on your own.”

“Unfortunately not. They have never invited me there or called on me here. I fare better than my father, though – at least they will greet me in public.”

Darcy winced. “I am sorry.”

“I am not asking for you to advocate for me. I only want a chance to have a conversation with Lord Bentham, to prove to him that I can behave properly and there is no dirt under my fingernails. And if he condescends so far as to treat me as a gentleman, I intend to ask him for his daughter’s hand. He will refuse, of course, but at least I will have tried.”

“Does Lady Eleanor know of your plan?”

“No. She has also invited a friend to visit in the hope that we can steal a few moments together, but I have not told her that I plan to try a frontal assault. She would attempt to dissuade me, fearing it would anger her father.” Paxton’s mouth was set in a firm line.

“I have no objection to noting your finer points to Bentham, but perhaps this should be taken in stages. We will call on them, and they will have to either return the call or at least invite us to dinner. It would be difficult for them to ignore my presence nearby. Although I do not know Bentham himself well, my father was his closest friend, and the Dowager Marchioness is my great-aunt and used to be quite fond of me, although we have not had much contact in recent years. She is a practical woman and might be willing to take your side.”

“In her day, she ignored my parents, but it hardly matters. She no longer lives at Bentham Park. The current Lady Bentham does not care for her company, and even the dower house is too close for comfort. The dowager has her own establishment some twenty miles from here.”

Darcy raised his eyebrows. “I cannot imagine she took that well! She was always a lady who spoke her mind.”

“I do not know what happened, but my Eleanor is fond of her. Do you think Bentham will heed your opinion of me?”

Darcy stretched out his legs in front of him. “He will listen to what I say for my father’s sake. My parents introduced him to his first wife. His eldest son was my particular friend, but as he is in exile and out of favor, that is of little use. I know the next son as well, but I would not consider him a friend.”

“If I can even catch a glimpse of Eleanor, it is worth a try. Although Bentham Park is but three miles from here, it has been difficult for us to meet because she is chaperoned so closely. Nothing can come of it, of course, but it is some comfort to be in her presence.”

Darcy wondered if it would be comfort or torture for him to be in Elizabeth’s presence. It was unlikely he would ever find out. Still, if a sympathetic ear would help Paxton through his despair, Darcy was willing to listen, especially if another glass of madeira might chase away that light and pleasing figure that insisted on haunting him.

After downing three more glasses, Darcy had given up hope of forgetting Elizabeth’s fine eyes even for an hour. All in all, Paxton was more fortunate than he himself was. “At least you can console yourself with the knowledge that Lady Eleanor cares for you,” said Darcy. It was more than he had. If Elizabeth had cared for him, but been unable to marry him, it would have been enough. Or was it the other way around – that if she had married him, but not cared for him, that would have been enough? His thoughts were no longer clear enough to tell for certain.

“I take it the lady you loved did not?”

“No.” The madeira burned in his throat. “She detests me.”

Detests you? Oh, come now. Is she such a fool as that?”

“No, I am the fool, for not realizing how she felt before I was mad enough to propose to her.”

“Come now, Darcy; it may be true that you offend people from time to time, but no one detests you.”

George Wickham’s face swam before Darcy’s blurred vision, followed by an echo of Elizabeth’s voice saying, You are the last man in the world I could be prevailed upon to marry. “She found me arrogant and self-centered. I met her in a little country town where I was visiting my friend Bingley. Do you know Bingley?”

“Darcy, you are drunk. I introduced you to Bingley.”

Darcy tried to recall it, but could only bring up a fuzzy vision of a dinner party – or was it a shooting party? “I was bewitched by her, though she was only the impertinent daughter of a poor country gentleman with low connections. She had one sister who was presentable, but the rest of the family behaved disgracefully. Marrying her would have been a degradation, and I feared raising expectations I could not meet, so I said nothing. I left as soon as I could and determined to forget her.”

“Beneath you,” said Paxton bitterly. “How well I know it. Love is of no importance, not when compared to your parentage.”

“None of it mattered. She did not want me.” Darcy heaved a sigh, then repeated the words more slowly. “She did not want me.”

“How can you say that, when you left without a word?”

“I met her again later. I offered her my hand, and she refused me in the harshest terms. I had spent months admiring her, showing her attention, but it turned out she had no idea of it. That is how much she disliked me – she could not even conceive of me as a potential suitor. I had thought she was flirting with me; that is how blind I was. I did not know her at all. I believed her to be sweet and caring, and if it had occurred to me that she might reject me, I would have thought she would do so in a gentle and kindly manner. Instead, she berated me, made accusations, told me my behavior was not that of a gentleman. I had paid her the highest compliment I could give a woman, and in return, she attacked my character.” Elizabeth had proved that she was not the insightful, intelligent, caring woman of his dreams, so why could he not forget her?

Paxton shook his head, then placed his hand to his forehead as if he needed to steady it. “She sounds like a shrew! You had a narrow escape, my friend.”

Darcy hunched his shoulders, lacking an answer. He had never seen signs of cruelty or vindictiveness in Elizabeth before that night. She had hidden it well, or perhaps she was only a shrew when it involved him. Still, his sense of justice would not let the explanation end there. “She had some slight excuse in that she was under a misapprehension about me. Do you remember George Wickham? He had plied her with his lies about how I have mistreated him. But she believed him.”

“George Wickham could charm the birds out of the trees if he set his mind to it.”

Darcy’s mouth twisted. “That is true enough.”

“But why did she think you ungentlemanly? Had you made advances she might have deemed improper?”

“No. She simply did not like the way I spoke of my honest scruples about her family and her connections. It was all true, though. She was my inferior, and I thought my frankness would show her the strength of my love.”

“You said she was inferior to you during your proposal?”

“It is not as if she were not already perfectly aware of it.”

“Still…” Paxton, his face stony, drained his glass so quickly that it made him cough. “Suppose a duke… no, a royal duke, asked you for your sister’s hand, and told you in the process how inferior you are to him, how degrading it was for him to even consider marriage to a woman without a title, and that your relatives were an embarrassment. Would you feel honored by his frankness?”

“As if there were a royal duke alive whom I would permit Georgiana to marry,” grumbled Darcy. The picture Paxton had painted was an unpleasant one.

Paxton sighed. “Never mind. Even so, I would have thought most women would not refuse a man with as much to offer as you do. Was there another man she preferred, a better match, perhaps?”

“There was no other man, at least not that I was aware of.” The idea made his stomach roil. “She could not have found a better match than me. She had no fortune. I was probably the most eligible man she had ever met.”

His friend gave a soft whistle. “She must be mad, then.”

It was precisely what he had told himself time and again, but hearing the words aloud somehow broke the spell. “No, she was not mad, just not mercenary. She simply thought me unworthy of her notice. I loved her. God, what I would not have done for her!” But he knew what he had not done for her. He had never tried to earn her respect, only to buy her, and she could not be bought. With a trembling hand, he sloshed more madeira into his glass.

Hillington Hall, aka Middlethorpe Hall

So, what do you think?

52 comments on “Inspiration for my new book”

    1. anat
      I absolutely love it! What a great twist, can’t wait to read the whole story when it’s published. Thanks for posting :-)

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          Thanks! Glad you like it!

    1. Ceri
      Ooh! New book, how exciting. I thought your next book was going to be Mr Darcy’s Nemesis but I am not disappointed because I liked the excerpt and now I need more! Very intriguing :smile:

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          Mr. Darcy’s Nemesis is on hold because I got stuck part way through writing it. It became too dark for me. ;)

            1. Ceri
              The less Wickham in a story the better if you ask me! Although I would have probably have given it a go, as you have written my favourite Austen-inspired titles (Mr D’s Obsession and The Last Man in the World). I will look forward to reading this one :grin:

    1. Megan
      Can’t wait to read this when it come out!!!! Very interesting! I remember you posting a bit of this some other time and thinking that this story sounded awesome! Now I know what to add to my reading list! :)

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          I hope you’ll like it!

    1. Cindy
      Giddy!

    1. Jakki L.
      *LOVE* the excerpt, Abigail! Can’t wait to read it! Oh, you have me dying to find out what happens next. :mrgreen: The pictures are all so beautiful. Glad you had a great visit in England last fall. :grin:

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          I’ll give you a hint: Darcy and Elizabeth end up together. :twisted:

    1. RosannaK
      Poor Darcy and Paxton. Can’t wait to read more. Hope true love wins out.

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          Since I’m congenitally unable to write an unhappy ending, I hope so, too!

    1. Ruth
      Wonderful! May is only a few weeks away! I enjoyed the pictures of the real places where you set your story. It would be wonderful to have such pictures in the book. That would be enough to move me beyond my kindle to a bookstore.

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          Interesting thought, Ruth! Printing color images in a book ends up being quite expensive, but I’m thinking that I might put together a collection of pictures on line and put a link to it in the book.

    1. Nicole L.
      Oh I can’t wait to read the rest and see what happens when Darcy and Elizabeth meet again through their friends!

    1. Seli
      :grin: Loved the excerpt you have provided. I am so glad you were able to do your visit and take inspiration on such wonderful places. I have travelled to England and it is a beautiful country. I cant wait to sit and enjoy your book. When does it come out?

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          It’s scheduled to come out in late May. (crossing my fingers!)

    1. Cassie Grafton
      Abigail, what fun! I LOVED the excerpt, especially the section with Darcy. LOL at him having introduced Bingley to Paxton and not recalling it! Love it.The locations are fabulous – I remember you telling me all about Middlethorpe Hall. Must go there one day. Can’t wait for ‘an intense scene on a heather moor’ either. So looking forward to the book’s release.

        1. Abigail Reynolds
          You’ll recognize several scenes, I think!

    1. Sophia Rose
      Another powerful ‘what if’ story! I can’t wait to see what happens next. I love how just seeing those places grabbed your imagination like that.

    1. Grace
      I have been waiting ever so patiently for this story to be published ever since I have read a snippit of it on this website!!! So excited!

    1. Mita
      Please hurry up and release the book already! Waiting impatiently now :-)

    1. Lieder Madchen
      Oh, this is positively brilliant! I can’t wait to read the rest and see what delightful misunderstandings ensue from this beginning. :)

    1. Kris Sutterfield
      Late May??? That seems so far away after reading the excerpt. I can’t wait, this is going to be a great read. And I love what I’ve read so far.

    1. Carole in Canada
      I’m thinking I can’t wait to read it!!!!! I can’t wait to read when Elizabeth and Darcy are face-to-face again! Ooooh this is delicious! As to your settings, the pictures are fantastic and that hall is breathtaking! It’s great to be able to visualize an actual place when you are reading. I think it great that Darcy and Elizabeth were chatting while you were sightseeing! My reading list just keeps getting longer and longer but I’m not complaining! I’m just running out of bookshelf space! I can’t seem to switch over to an e-reader. I think it’s time to go through my books again and donate to the the local library in order to make room for more Jane Austen inspired books from the wonderful AustenAuthors!

    1. Kay
      Oh how excited I am! This looks absolutely wonderful! Late May, how torturous.

    1. Sonia
      I can’t wait! Beautiful as always.

    1. Deirdre
      Love it! I like this perspective of being forced to be together because of helping friends. I find it so interesting that Darcy never likes the match making mamas but does nothing to win Elizabeth’s regard. Thanks so much!

    1. rae
      Abigail! I love it! I haven’t been this excited about a new JA novel in years! I love the set up. The line where Darcy had forgotten that Paxton introduced Darcy to Bingley was a classic! So that’s where he met Bingle! :lol:I have been reading your tales for 10+ years now and this one could be one of your best, just by reading this first chapter. Absolutely cannot wait to read it.

    1. Monica P
      Ooh I can’t wait for this to come out! What beautiful photos – I can’t imagine roaming around such enormous homes and gardens. Hopefully some day.

    1. Christa
      Wow, this is going to be a wonderful story. Love the first chapter I’m sure it only gets better. Abigail your are such a wonderful writer and story teller. Thnk you!

    1. MaggieG
      Fabulous! Can’t wait to buy it!

    1. Kathy
      Wow! Like everyone else, I can’t wait for this book to come out! So I’m assuming that since Lizzy still finds Darcy ill-tempered that The Letter never got written in this version…

    1. TessQ
      This is definitely going on my TBR list! Enjoyed the preview chapter — though I am a little upset that you spoiled the ending for me by commenting that Darcy and Lizzy end up together! (smiley face) Love the cover (and also appreciated Fountains Abbey on the occasions I’ve been there.)

    1. Candy M
      LOVED IT! Can’t wait to read the rest! :smile:

    1. BeckyC
      What a tease! I am very intrigued! May is not so very far away. Darcy and Elizabeth meeting and being forced to spend time together this way should prove to be very interesting!

    1. Violet Bedford
      Wonderful! What a fun idea. Can’t wait to read more.The statement by Eleanor’s father that he’d rather see her dead than married so far beneath her reminds me of Mr. Collins making a similar statement about Lydia. Will her father be as foolish?

    1. Regina Jeffers
      This was delightful, Abigail.

    1. Diana Birchall
      A gorgeous book is forthcoming, methinks!

    1. Jennifer
      More!! Can’t wait for this! My mind is already going with so many ideas of how this story will turn out.

    1. Janet T
      This sounds like a very interesting and different take on the Darcy-Lizzy romance…loved the first chapter. Looking forward to May to be able to read the rest of the book!Your pictures are lovely. Thanks for sharing them.

    1. Sophia
      WOW Abigail! What an opening chapter! I can’t wait to read this book! It sounds so brilliant and the pics of the houses, they are fantastic! :grin: I can’t wait to see the reactions Darcy and Elizabeth are sure to have when they see each other with their friends! That is going to be bloody good! Oh this can only turn into one of your best romance P&P books ever! Poor Eleanor and Paxton! And poor Darcy…to a certain degree at least! I can’t wait for May to arrive so I can buy this wonderful new book! It is on the top of the list of things to buy that is for certain!

    1. Jane Odiwe
      This sounds like another wonderful read, Abigail – I love your cover too!

    1. Vesper
      Loved it. Wish I could read more now

    1. Susan Adriani
      Oh, Abigail, I’m enchanted! The relationship between Geoffrey and Eleanor intrigues me just as much as that of Darcy and Elizabeth. I’m very much looking forward to this release!

    1. charlene
      YEAH!!!! I can’t wait a new book due out shortly. I’m such a fan of all your “what if’s” books. My absolute fav is “Last Man”. This one sound intriguing and can’t wait! Thanks Abigail

    1. Theresa
      Definitely looking forward to this newest variation. I love, love, LOVE your works Abigail. You actually inspire me to pick up the pen for my own Darcy/Elizabeth variation. The idea I have in mind is a crossover with another classic love story, but alas I’d never be able to publish it as the heirs hold tightly to the royalties tied to their ancestor’s works. Simply imagine Darcy and Elizabeth playing matchmaker to Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley.

    1. Kattia Campos Zamora
      Please more and soon. Can not wait for this book comes out. I really like chapter one.

    1. Lisa S
      Wonderful beginning. I’m certain I’ve read it before though. Hmmm… did you post it in the Writer’s Block? Anyway, it’s going to be a fun ride. :) And I’m glad that Paxton isn’t falling 100% behind Darcy as far as E is concerned. He can see why a good woman would reject Darcy given the horrible things Darcy said. :)

    1. Carol Hoyt
      Abigail, it sounds wonderful ! 2 stAr crossed lovers to pull for!Can’t wait to read the middle where all the action takes place. That’s why I love these books, the happy endings! We all need that. Thanks for the opportunity of happy ever after!

    1. Lúthien84
      Didn’t I read the first part of Lizzy’s visit to Bentham Park before in your post at AuAu? It sounds familiar. It’s perfect as Darcy and his friend is featured. I can’t wait for the book to come out. :wink:

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    • Deborah on February 18, 2014 at 5:13 am
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    I thoroughly enjoyed reading the bookas soon as it came out. I like the photographs you placed throughout this chapter.

    1. Thanks, Deborah. It was a pleasure to write with such beautiful places in mind.

    • Carol Settlage on February 18, 2014 at 9:44 am
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    I’m so glad this turned up again, as I had not read it last April! I was enchanted when you described touring the gardens with Darcy and Elizabeth’s commentary accompanying you! What a creative and wonderful ability you have with words! I loved this first chapter and will have to purchase the book at my first opportunity! Thank you too for the beautiful photos!

    1. Thank you! I hope you enjoy the book. Some writers say the best way to brainstorm is to take a walk by yourself and listen to your characters talk, and I think there’s something too that.

    • Sheila L. M. on February 18, 2014 at 11:30 am
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    I have read this book two times already. LOVED the moor scene and also really liked Carlisle wooing Elizabeth and Darcy experiencing real jealousy. And today with this old blog coming up I enjoyed seeing the photos which inspired the settings in the book. I always have to concentrate very hard to get the words into images when an author describes, clothing, furniture and/or houses and rooms. Thanks for all your books. You are truly blessed in your talent with words. I love being in the minds and hearing the reactions when the characters are in each other’s presence. And the physical reactions – stomachs twisting, hearts lurching; oh, my. I am presently re-reading From Lambton to Longbourn but now my appetite is whetted to re-read this one -again. I am sure I will in the next few weeks.

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