Hello, dear readers! I am very excited to welcome back author Suzan Lauder to Austenesque Reviews today! And she is here to celebrate her newest release, The Mists of Her Memory, which sounds fascinating – so full of suspense and intrigue! What happened to Elizabeth? Why are the keeping Mr. Darcy from Elizabeth? Will Elizabeth recover her memories I must find out!! Today Suzan shares a lovely “deleted scene” from her new release where Elizabeth and Darcy meet for the first time!
Elizabeth Meets Darcy at a Private Ball—The Mist of Her Memory Vignette
This vignette is an original work written specifically for Austenesque Reviews and The Mist of Her Memory blog tour followers. It’s an alternate point of view to the scene in Chapter 15 of The Mist of Her Memory, a Regency romantic suspense and mystery novel based on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.
Sparkling and glittering. Glowing and shining. Swirling and sashaying. Smiling and posing. Her first London ball was more of an amazing spectacle than she could have ever imagined prior to this experience, and Elizabeth could not help but be awestruck by the finery that surrounded her both in architecture and participants. However, she was caught in the middle of admiring and had missed hearing a question by her chaperone.
“Excuse me, but I was not attending,” she said.
“I was just asking if you were comfortable.” Mrs. Fraser said.
“I am fine, thank you. The room is warm enough, yet not overly so.”
“It is a lovely ballroom, is it not?” her chaperone asked. “Though not particularly large, Lord and Lady Powells have appointed it rather well.” Obviously, the widow Fraser, a friend of her Aunt Gardiner’s, had been regarding the same subject matter.
“Indeed. I have little to compare it to, though,” she replied.
“I can guess that it is a mite prettier than the assembly rooms in Meryton.”
She allowed herself a smile. “A great deal prettier. Much like comparing a peacock to a pea hen.”
“The chandeliers are from the island of Murano, where the best Venetian glassblowers hone their craft. They have used gilding judiciously so the plinths are attractive yet not gaudy. The parquet is a unique pattern. I have not seen one such as this anywhere.” Clearly Mrs. Fraser knew a fair amount about fitting up a ball room.
“I was unaware. Thank you.” Elizabeth had never given the topic much thought, but clearly their hosts had. She glanced over to Lord Powell, who she had met merely one-half hour ago, and upon seeing who the peer was speaking with, froze, her mind going blank for a moment.
But could it be him? Could the tall man with dark, curly hair standing in front of their host be Mr. Darcy?
He turned and looked at her. It was Mr. Darcy! Even with the distance of the ballroom and the dancers in between them, his surprise was evident: his mouth dropped open, yet just for a moment, and then it closed again. Once again, he spoke to Lord Powell, who was nodding in her direction. Mr. Darcy was so tall, so handsome! Oh!
Are you well, my love? What happened? Hush, hush. Please do not distress yourself. It will wait.
He had been so solicitous the day of the accident! Oh, now she believed she knew the truth, and was grateful she had not supported her aunt and uncle’s previous suspicions, no matter how they argued.
Oh goodness gracious! He was coming over to them! After wishing for and anticipating this moment for so long, how was she going to address him?
“Mrs. Fraser, Miss Bennet, how do you do?”
Her knees dipped a curtsey by habit, thank goodness! The words that came out of her mouth similarly were unplanned and filled with the politesse of one who knows the right answer when she is unable to think. “I am well. How are you?”
Of course, she missed what he said in reply. Instead, she was concentrating on his handsome face, so close, so beloved. His beautiful eyes said so much. Did he admire her still? It seemed so, though he was somewhat awkward and reticent in the short conversation that followed. He asked her to dance the supper dance, though. She would coax some banter out of him then.
The thought of their dance at Netherfield Park so long ago sparked other memories. More words came rushing into her mind, words from the past, words of love and concern in his deep, resonant voice in a tone of worry. Yes, she was beginning to recall a great deal more of his role in the circumstances that had caused her amnesia. And every phrase was particularly important.
Special thanks to Meredith for hosting this post and to Claudine for organizing this blog tour.
Oh!! Don’t stop there! We must have more!! Just another paragraph, please!!
Thank you, Suzan, for this lovely vignette! We wish you so much success with your newest release! Congrats!!!
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The Mist of Her Memory Blog Tour
May 7 ~ Just Romantic Suspense ~ Book Excerpt
May 8 ~ Austenesque Reviews ~ Vignette Post
May 9 ~ My Jane Austen Book Club ~ Book Excerpt
May 10 ~ From Pemberley to Milton ~ Guest Post
May 11 ~ More Agreeably Engaged ~ Guest Post
May 12 ~ Half Agony, Half Hope ~ Book Review
May 13 ~ Babblings of a Bookworm ~ Character Interview
May 14 ~ Just Jane 1813 ~ Author Interview
May 15 ~ My Vices and Weaknesses ~ Book Excerpt
May 16 ~ Diary of an Eccentric ~ Book Review
Thank you to Claudine Pepe, Meryton Press, and Suzan Lauder for making this blog tour possible! Be sure to check out the rest of this tour!