Page 101 of The Engagement at Longbourn

"Yes."

"Of what?"

Darcy considered.

"That Pemberley will feel too much mine and not enough ours. That Georgiana will feel displaced. That your family will think I take you away. That I will become busy and forget what I learned here."

Elizabeth listened.

"And you?"

She looked toward the fields.

"That I shall miss Longbourn more than I expect. That I will offend someone important before the first week ends."

"You will."

She elbowed him lightly.

"That everyone at Pemberley will compare me to your mother."

Darcy's expression changed.

"They will not."

"Some will. People compare."

He was silent.

Elizabeth continued, "I am afraid I shall not know how to be mistress of such a place."

"Neither did my mother when she married my father."

Elizabeth looked at him.

"She grew up at Matlock."

"A great house, yes. Not Pemberley. Every estate has its own habits. Mrs. Reynolds taught my mother half of what she needed to know. She will teach you too, if you allow it."

"I intend to."

Darcy smiled faintly. "Good."

They reached a gate. Beyond it the path divided: one direction toward Longbourn, the other toward Netherfield. For three months that division had represented almost nothing. Darcy had lived at Longbourn. Bingley had come and gone daily. Their households had blurred. Soon the roads would mean home in different directions. Elizabeth rested her hand on the gate.

"We shall make mistakes."

"Yes."

"You agree very quickly."

"Experience."

She laughed. Darcy covered her hand with his.

"But we shall not hide them."

Elizabeth looked at him.