“I wish to write Charlotte a small note,” Elizabeth said lightly. “A farewell, as it were. Mama would never permit me to leave the house the day before the wedding.”
Kitty looked puzzled. “But will you not see her tomorrow at the wedding breakfast?”
“Yes, but there will be so many people about. I wish to make my farewells to my friend with a little more privacy.”
“I suppose.”
“Since you are going to Lucas Lodge, could you take it to her for me?”
Kitty shrugged. “Very well.”
“Go fetch your cloak and boots,” Elizabeth urged. “I will write it now.”
Kitty left, and Elizabeth rushed to the writing desk, her fingers trembling so badly she could scarcely hold the pen.
The words came hurriedly, blotting the page.
Charlotte—
I have been drugged. My father and Mary mean to prevent the wedding. They will take me away tonight while I sleep. Please go to Netherfield at once and tell Mr. Darcy what has happened so that he may come for me. I do not know where they intend to send me—perhaps Surrey—to Mr. Collins.
Pray for me.
—E. Bennet
The ink blurred as her vision swam.
Her head spun now, the drug pressing heavier upon her mind.
Elizabeth forced herself to finish the letter and seal it.
The room lurched as she rose.
“Kitty!” she called weakly.
Footsteps approached.
Elizabeth stumbled to the door and leaned heavily against the frame.
Kitty appeared, cloak already thrown over her shoulders.
“Here,” Elizabeth said, pressing the letter into her hand.
“You must give this directly to Charlotte. The moment you see her.”
Kitty frowned. “Why—?”
“She must read it at once.”
“But—”
Elizabeth’s legs trembled violently. “For once in your life,” she snapped suddenly, her voice sharp with desperation, “just do as you are told.”
Kitty stared, startled, a small look of hurt flashing across her face at her elder sister’s unusual sharpness. “I will,” she said quickly.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
