“Both the Darcys wished for their offspring to be honourably settled. Elizabeth saw love as the preeminent feature of such a union. Despite all evidence to the contrary, Darcy had come to believe love was merely a happy accident, not a necessity. If love blossomed, all the better. Mutual respect, yes. Esteem, yes, indeed. Passion, however, was to be avoided at all cost.
Whilst enjoying the many fruits of unbridled ardour himself, Darcy had come to believe quite the opposite for his children. Passion was the ultimate loss of reason. Indeed, it invited obsession. He knew quite well just what misery befell a man in the throes of unrequited love. Madness ensued.
Unsurprisingly, Mr. Darcy had arrived at this conclusion without the ringing endorsement of his wife. Although he was opposed to misrepresenting his views, wisdom suggested that he keep this specific observation to himself.
However, he did not ignore their own passionate union altogether in his calculations. As he saw it, odds were wholly against the tempestuousness of true love occurring in succeeding generations. Should he be called to defend this argument, he would cite Vesuvius. It erupted only every other year.
The truth was far less easily explained by science. Hence, his wife would not bother his reasoning with the introduction of facts.
As much as Darcy esteemed his own parents, he knew that their union, whilst strong, was untroubled by fervency. Conversely, the Bennets’ marriage was born of passion, but mutual regard withered on the vine. It was successful only in that it was not punctuated by gunfire like that of the Wickhams.’
Darcy refused to leave his dear daughters to the fickle wings of chance. He was near apoplectic at the thought of handing them over to a dunce – in love or not. In this position, Mr. Darcy was like fathers immemorial. He harrumphed in the knowledge that noman was good enough for their daughter. It was unsurprising that he had gazed imperviously upon London’s first crop of suitors. Indeed, he forsook all hope of intelligence and constancy in a future son-in-law.
His son’s situation was salve for a father’s pique. Advice on marital bliss for Geoff was succinct as it was wise: Find and marry a replica of his mother.”
Isn’t it funny that Darcy can still be so sweet, even when he’s being such a hypocrite?
Book Blurb: In the year ’35 Mr. Darcy overlooked his vast estate and pronounced it safe from mischief and vulgarity. Indeed, he believed if his watch was keen, nothing would go afoul within Pemberley again. Never, however, was a man more deluded about what wildly diverse tribulations would arrive to test him.
You can connect with Linda Berdoll at Linda’s website, where The Darcys: New Pleasures” will be sold when it’s released.
Tomorrow I will post the final excerpt from this book.