Amanda Grange & Jacqueline Webb (3 page)

“You have been to Egypt?” Beth said with interest.

The gentleman smiled at her.

“I have, my dear, many times, for pleasure and in the pursuit of academic interests. It is a fascinating place.”

Elizabeth said, “You are making us very envious, Mr.…?”

“Rosen, madam,” he said, tipping his top hat. “Sir Matthew Rosen.”

“Sir Matthew, it is a pleasure to meet you,” said Elizabeth, taking the introduction upon herself. “I am Mrs Fitzwilliam Darcy and these are my daughters Beth and Margaret.”

“Enchanted. And what do you ladies think of my Egyptian lady? I admit to a certain doomed attraction for her, although I strongly suspect her story is no more than the figment of some wily souk keeper's imagination in order to sell a worthless bauble to a Western souvenir hunter.”

He smiled as he said this, and Elizabeth laughed.

“She is certainly very wicked if these images are anything to go by.”

“She wasn't very happy,” said Margaret, speaking for the first time.

Sir Matthew looked at her curiously.

“What makes you say that, my dear?”

“Because it's true. People were mean to Aahotep, so she was mean back.”

Now Sir Matthew looked at her in frank surprise. “However did you know that?”

“My daughter has a vivid imagination,” said Elizabeth with a smile.

“And your lady looks like the doll Cousin Edward gave her, doesn't she? Look,” said Beth, taking Margaret's hand and revealing the doll.

Elizabeth glanced at the wooden toy in Margaret's hand and noticed that it did bear a striking resemblance to the figure in the pictures.

“And who is Cousin Edward, young lady?” asked Sir Matthew, looking more interested in all of them now.

“My husband's cousin, Edward Fitzwilliam,” explained Elizabeth, taking Margaret's hand.

“Would this be the Honourable Edward Fitzwilliam, with whom I believe I have an appointment imminently?” Sir Matthew asked, examining a pocket watch as he spoke.

Elizabeth smiled. “Indeed. He is looking forward to it very much. Edward has a great hunger for all things to do with Egypt, as my daughters will testify.”

“Then I look forward to meeting him,” said Sir Matthew.

Elizabeth sensed the unspoken comment that he had not been looking forward to meeting her young cousin before, which would explain why he was alone in a room devoid of nearly all decoration rather than trying to interest Edward in funding his trip.

“Yes, we must not detain you, Sir Matthew,” she said, leading Margaret and Beth out of the room and into the light again.

Sir Matthew followed them, saying, “Good day to you, Mrs Darcy, ladies,” and disappeared up a flight of stairs toward a set of rooms marked Private.

“Mama, we're over here,” shouted a voice, and Elizabeth turned to see William waving to her.

Darcy and John were marvelling at a huge sculpture of an Egyptian pharaoh, but on seeing Elizabeth, Darcy moved across to her.

“The artefacts are fascinating,” he said. “I've seldom seen all our children so captivated.”

“It is good for them to see that matters educational do not have to be dull,” Elizabeth agreed. “And yet I have to confess that this trip to the museum, far from satisfying my desire for an adventure, merely makes me want more. Darcy, you will never believe who we just met!”

“Tell me, my love.”

“Sir Matthew Rosen himself. Margaret found a picture of the doll Edward gave her and while we were looking at it, Sir Matthew arrived.”

“Surely he should have been at the meeting with Edward,” Darcy said with a frown.

“He has just left to meet Edward. I rather felt he was reluctant to speak to him. We assumed that he was desperate for funds and prepared to do anything to obtain them, but it must be tedious to have to flatter those who think only of self-aggrandisement. I think Sir Matthew will be pleasantly surprised when he meets Edward, for Edward does not have a haughty bone in his body.”

She placed her arm through his and was about to speak further when they were distracted by a museum attendant who was staring in alarm at Laurence and Jane. Both children were engrossed in a game which involved them touching the long, doglike snout of a statue of Anubis and then running away shrieking with laughter.

“Oh dear,” she said.

She joined her husband in rescuing the room from the worst of their children's excesses, before organising an orderly departure from the museum.

As Edward had asked them not to wait, for he expected to be with Sir Matthew some time, they returned to Darcy House in the carriage, leaving the phaeton for his return.

***

“Congratulate me,” Edward said as he burst into the ground floor sitting room much later on that afternoon.

“Congratulations, Cousin Edward,” Laurence and Jane chorused together.

“Edward, at last.” Elizabeth looked up from the pianoforte where she was engaged in giving Beth her lesson. “We missed you at luncheon. Did everything go well at the museum?”

“It went splendidly, dear Elizabeth,” he said in exceptionally high spirits. “Where is Fitzwilliam? I have so much to tell you all.”

“I saw Papa in the garden earlier. Shall I go and fetch him?” Laurence asked, but he and Jane were off even before their mother had nodded her assent.

“Sir Matthew is the most interesting man I have ever met,” Edward declared, sitting down on the Louis Quinze chair.

“Yes, we met him too,” Elizabeth admitted, sitting down opposite him. “Beth, go and ask Molly to bring in some tea.”

“He told me,” Edward said, sitting forward, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “He said he had been impressed by my family and that he was further impressed by my knowledge of Egypt's history and legends. We talked for hours, Elizabeth. I cannot tell you how marvellous it was.”

“How marvellous what was, Edward?”

Darcy's voice from the French windows interrupted their conversation and Edward jumped up, unable to keep still for long in his passions.

“My talk with Sir Matthew Rosen. We discussed his forthcoming trip to Egypt at length, and in exchange for my sponsorship, he has agreed to allow me access to his dig. Can you believe it? I will sail for Cairo as soon as I can make my arrangements. I can hardly wait.”

“You must be so excited,” Elizabeth said, watching the young man pace the room. “I confess to envying you such a thrilling journey.”

“I have waited all my life for this chance,” Edward said. “Ever since my father told me of his adventures, I have dreamed of seeing Egypt for myself. To sail down that ancient river on a felucca among the crocodiles, to visit the pyramids under the moon, to experience for myself the Valley of the Kings. It is all I have ever wanted.”

“Then we are both happy for you, Edward,” Elizabeth said warmly. “And your father will be, too. You must write to him tonight.”

Edward's expression of unalloyed delight faded somewhat.

“Yes,” he said colourlessly. “I shall write directly after dinner.”

“Edward, he does know about your plans, does he not?” Darcy asked.

Edward turned away from his cousin.

“He knows of my enthusiasms,” he said. “He knows it has been my dearest wish since childhood to visit the land of the pharaohs. But if you are asking, Will he be pleased to hear that his youngest son will be leaving England in the next few weeks to take part in an archaeological trip to the Dark Continent? Then no, I fear that he will not be as delighted as you are at my good fortune. After all,” he added bitterly, “I am the son of an earl. It is my duty to join either the army, the navy, or the church, not waste my time digging up bits of old pottery in the sands of a foreign country.”

“I am sure that's not how your father views your interest at all,” said Elizabeth, but Edward shook his head.

“If only that were true, but he has done everything he can to dissuade me from this course.”

“Then perhaps you should listen to him,” Darcy said. “Such an undertaking is full of dangers as well as excitements, and he knows more than most the price of such adventures.”

Edward glanced up, anger and resentment in his eyes and Elizabeth was reminded that Edward was still very young, barely past twenty-three.

“It is no more dangerous than joining the army, and I could do that with his blessing,” Edward said.

“I'm sure that once your father realises how important this trip is to you, he will understand. Sometimes, in concerning themselves with safety, fathers can forget the exhilaration of the new. Is that not so, Fitzwilliam?” she added as the maid appeared with the tea.

“Perhaps so,” he replied as the children rushed in again, attracted by the plate of cakes which the cook never failed to add.

But as he watched Elizabeth dispense tea and pastries to the various parties, his expression became thoughtful as an idea began to form in his mind.

***

Elizabeth dismissed her maid and began to prepare for bed. She removed the combs from her long dark hair and picked up an elegant silver-backed brush as Darcy entered the room.

“Has Edward retired for the night as well?” she enquired.

She had left the two gentlemen to their port after dinner in hopes that Darcy might be able to impart some words of wisdom to their young guest. Despite managing to keep his mood from the children, Edward was still alternating between tremendous excitement at his forthcoming trip and bitter resentment at his father's disapproval of his chosen path.

“Yes, he has, although from the number of candles alight, I suspect he has little intention of sleeping straightaway.”

“It is natural at his age to be so exuberant,” she said, beginning to brush her hair.

Darcy crossed the room and stood behind her, taking the brush from her hands. She willingly relinquished it, for if there was one thing she enjoyed more than brushing her own hair, it was having Darcy brush it for her. But after a few minutes, she put her hand on his to stop him, for she could tell by his frown that something was worrying him.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said.

But she was not to be put off.

“There is something; I can tell. You are worried about Edward. You are not happy about this trip of his.”

“It is none of my business. He is of age and free to do as he likes. Besides, travel broadens the mind and I think every young man should experience it at least once in his life. I admire his enthusiasm, but sometimes I feel that, for Edward, Egypt has not simply been an interest but an obsession.”

“Are you worried that he will be disappointed?”

“I think it is more that I am worried he is too inexperienced to take care of himself abroad. He is very trusting, and there are plenty of people in the world who will be only too happy to take advantage of his generous nature, and his generous allowance. His father and mine were older when they undertook their trip to Egypt, and even they found themselves out of their depth. I am not sure you should be encouraging him.”

“I cannot help encouraging him to follow his heart. You, above all, should know the importance of that. After all, would we be here now if we had followed the advice of older, wiser heads?”

“Perhaps not. Though I am not convinced the heads in our case were wiser.”

Elizabeth laughed. “No, it was not very wise of Lady Catherine to visit me and attempt to bully me into saying that I would never marry you.”

“Or to tell me that you had wilfully refused to assure her that there was no truth in the rumours, for that is what gave me reason to hope. I knew that, if you had really been set against me, you would have told her so.”

“Then since things turned out so well for us, will you not agree with me that Edward should not be prevented from pursuing his passion? For who knows where it might lead?”

Darcy was thoughtful. “Perhaps…”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps we should go with him.”

“Darcy, do you mean it?” asked Elizabeth, with a sparkle in her eye.

“I do,” he said, smiling to see her so happy.

“But what about the boys' schooling?”

“We will be gone for less than a year and the trip will be educational. It will give them a chance to travel, and although it would perhaps be better for them to wait until they are older, such a trip might not be possible when they come of age. Europe has just emerged from a long period of warfare. Who knows when there might be another?”

“Oh, this is so exciting! Just think of it. Egypt! With its pyramids and palm trees and golden sand dunes. What an adventure it will be. We must start to make plans immediately—”

“However,” Darcy interrupted as she got up, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, and ran to her escritoire. “Once we return, we will send Laurence to school.”

Elizabeth stopped. “He is still so young.”

“I was at school already by his age. He needs more society than his family circle can give him. He needs it for his own sake and for his future as well. He is ready to experience a life that allows him more companions of his own age and inclination.”

“You mean he wishes to go to school?” Elizabeth frowned. “He has never mentioned it to me.”

“Of course not. He does not want to upset you; he adores you, as all our children do. However, when you are not present he talks of little else but the day when he will attend a proper school.”

As she stared at him, Elizabeth knew he was speaking the truth. She gave a sigh.

“You are right. I knew it must come eventually, and although I did not admit it, I knew only this morning that the time had come. When Laurence was running around the museum…” She gave a rueful smile.

“He is lively and energetic and full of enthusiasm, but he grows ever wilder as the days progress,” Darcy agreed. “And what is more, he leads Jane astray. She will be far more ladylike without Laurence to lead her into mischief. So we are agreed?”