Page 51 of A Most Inconvenient Murder

Beyond the yew hedges, the lawn stretched before them, washed in the last pale gold of the evening sun.

Elizabeth drew a long breath, the air fresh after the closeness of the hedge maze.

Mr. Darcy’s hand came to rest over hers for the briefest moment.

She looked up.

He smiled, saying nothing.

She smiled in return.

And together, they walked on.