Edward laughed lightly. “Does it not resemble one? A gigantic birdbath?”

Southland looked on from the structure’s edge. “What the hell is it?”

Inspecting for any damage, Edward strolled leisurely about the circle. “When Darcy and I were boys, we believed it had been left behind by an ancient civilization — like the monoliths. As a young lad, my cousin envisioned it the creation of some visitor from the stars. It was Darcy’s mother who gave it the affectionate name of ‘The Birdbath.’ It’s made for great adventures,” he said in reminiscence. “Yet, in truth, no one knows for sure. The area is perfectly round and lined with flat rocks. Darcy’s father brought in engineers and covered the area with Parker’s cement. In the summer, the rain creates a shady place for a cooling splash. In the winter, we supplement the rain with water from the well over there.” He pointed to a small, bricked structure. “Then we let nature take its course. The birdbath makes a wonderful skating pond. Notice how the rain from the last two days has formed a solid base.” He gestured to the frozen surface. “We could add a coating or two today, and tomorrow we could skate upon the bowl.”

Southland analyzed the situation. “We should add a few buckets at a time. The surface would refreeze faster that way.”

“An apt evaluation,” the colonel summarized. “That means you would need to come out here every few hours to check on its progress. Can I entrust this project to you, Southland?”

The lieutenant bowed. “It’s a way to repay the Darcys for their generous welcome. It would be my honor, Sir.”

Manneville groaned. “I’m not looking forward to the cold, but I’m not afraid of a bit of hard labor. I’ll join you, Southland. Especially, if it’s a debt of honor.”

“Thank you, Gentlemen. I’ll send some footmen to help carry the water. We need another three to four inches of ice.”



“Elizabeth, I don’t want you to do this,” Darcy whispered sharply. They remained in the darkened hallway outside their bedroom. “It’s not proper. No one can expect it of you.” Darcy feared that his wife’s assisting Mrs. Joseph during the woman’s delivery would send Elizabeth further into depression, especially if Mrs. Joseph lost the child despite Elizabeth’s best efforts. “I forbid it, Elizabeth.”

There had been a time that those words from him would have guaranteed that Elizabeth would’ve ignored his orders, but with a better understanding between them, she’d come to believe he meant well — meant to protect her. “Fitzwilliam, you know above all others that I’ve no choice. We’re the only ones who stand between disaster and hope for the Josephs.”

“What if we cannot give the Josephs what they seek?” He caressed her cheek. “I cannot bear to see you distraught. You’re my life, Elizabeth. I’d remain lost forever without you.”

Elizabeth walked into his embrace. “My love,” she murmured as she buried her face in his chest. She remained in his arms for several elongated moments before raising her eyes to his. “I shan’t return to my mind’s dark corners. Your love has healed me, Fitzwilliam. So even if I cannot bring Mrs. Joseph’s dreams to fruition, I’ll not retreat to the Elizabeth of late.”

“Are you certain, Elizabeth? This is what you mean to do?”

“Yes, Fitzwilliam. This is what God has placed in my path.”

Darcy kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “You are an angel — a Christmas angel come to life.”

Elizabeth laughed lightly. “A non-heavenly being is more likely.”

Darcy smiled easily. “You do know how to bedevil a man’s sanity.”

“You deserved every moment of my disdain,” she asserted.

“Deserved is debatable,” he argued, “but I’d go through it all again to earn your love.”

Elizabeth’s hands fisted at her waist as she stepped away from him. “You do not fight fairly, Fitzwilliam Darcy. How can a woman argue against such statements?”

Darcy smiled broadly. “Fighting requires the asking of forgiveness afterwards by one or both of the opponents. As our bedchamber is currently occupied, that’s not a possibility.”

“See. That’s what I mean. Always the most rational of men.” She went on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Let’s rejoin the Josephs for now. We may argue at our leisure after we deal with this crisis.”

Darcy caught her hand. “I’ll add an upcoming argument and a bout of forgiveness to my agenda book.” He bent to kiss her forehead. “I may be rational, but I’m still a man in love.”



“Miss Darcy, do you have a few minutes in which we might speak privately?” Mr. Bennet stood by the music room’s door.

“Certainly, Mr. Bennet. Please come in, and close the door. I just finished my practice.”

He smiled easily. “I waited patiently and enjoyed the music.Your expertise on the pianoforte is as exquisite as Kitty has led me to believe. I wish my daughters possessed such talent, but other than Mary, none of them has showed the discipline for practice.”

Georgiana left the instrument bench. “Join me before the hearth, Mr. Bennet. Should I send for tea?”

“That’s not necessary, Miss Darcy. I’ll not take much of your time.”

Georgiana settled herself on one of the settees. “Hopefully, you’ve not found Pemberley’s hospitality lacking.”