Thanks, Mary, for having me. Mary’s latest novel is called Searching for Pemberley, and the title led me to this guest post. I have adapted two passages from my novels to let you have a glimpse of the Pemberley in my heart.
Really Angelic – Chapter 16
The several-minute journey from the border of Pemberley to the scene of the carriage accident was a torture for Mr. Darcy. His whole body hurt like hell, and he was in despair. The chance of finding Elizabeth safe and sound was minimal. Still, he would rather stay and look at the valley that had swallowed up his beloved than stay in his bedchamber, alone.
After consulting with her brother, Georgiana instructed the servants to go down the valley in pairs in several directions. Mr. Darcy settled himself to wait on a chair by the road, reminiscing in melancholy about his acquaintance, history and love with Elizabeth. Meanwhile, Georgiana paced along the edge of the road.
An hour into the search, when no news had come, Georgiana could not hold back the tears in her eyes. She could not bear to see the grim and desperate look on her brother’s face, and so she turned to lean her head on the side of the carriage, gazing back towards Pemberley on the far horizon. Even that lovely sight saddened her, for she knew that neither her home nor her brother would ever be the same without Elizabeth.
Bargain with the Devil - Chapter 5
Pemberley in late October was magnificent. The weather was getting colder, even in sunlight, but the Buxwood, Yew and multi-coloured fallen leaves created a vibrant mosaic that framed the great estate.
Elizabeth drew a deep breath of the crisp morning air as she walked to the maze. She had been crestfallen, the previous evening, to have found only Georgiana waiting to welcome their party.
Elizabeth tossed and turned the whole night. Although she had been placed in the most comfortable and luxuriant bedchamber in which she had ever stayed, she found herself longing to embrace Mr. Darcy to her bosom, wanting nothing more than to be transported back to the hours they had spent together at that fisherman's hut where they had, at least and at last, been quite alone together.
She woke up very early and walked out along the garden path, where finally she came upon the maze, at the most remote part of the garden. Its tall bushes were trimmed and shaped most intriguingly, and she walked into it, her heart full of thoughts of the owner of the great estate. While her gaze traversed flowers, pots, and statues along the many twists and turns, her thoughts reflected upon her life, reviewing the things she had done and discussed with this man.
After half an hour in the maze, she decided to return to the house, but when she turned round, she soon discovered that she was lost, unable to find her way out. It seemed a wryly apt reflection of her life. Was she never to find a way out of the confusing situations into which she got herself? Would Mr. Darcy finally decide that his love for her was over? Would his ardent admiration fade away, just when she had at last found her love for him? She could not bear to face such a possibility. She must find a way for him to love her as he once had. She must.”
Well, how do you envisage Mr. Darcy’s estate, Pemberley? What do you think the happiest or saddest happenstance will occur there?
About the Author: Enid Wilson loves sexy romance. Her writing career began with a daily newspaper, writing educational advice for students. She then branched out into writing marketing materials and advertising copies. Enid's novel, In Quest of Theta Magic and Bargain with the Devil, received several top reviews.