A Weekend with Mr Darcy: The perfect summer read for Austen addicts!. Victoria Connelly

the young girl said. ‘Here’s Dr Roberts. She’s just opposite in the Lake Room.’

      Robyn turned to see a beautiful woman with dark hair swept up in a rather severe bun. She was wearing a crisp white shirt and a knee-length black skirt that was pencil-thin over her shapely legs.

      ‘Hello,’ Dr Roberts said to the girl who handed her a badge. She then turned to smile at Robyn. ‘Please, call me Katherine,’ she said but then she winced.

      ‘Are you okay?’ Robyn asked.

      Katherine nodded. ‘Some idiot just wheeled a suitcase right over my foot. I fear I’ll be hobbling for the rest of today.’

      ‘Oh, dear!’ Robyn said. ‘We’ll have to find a handsome Willoughby to carry you up the stairs.’

      Katherine laughed. ‘I think I can make it up myself.’

      Mark picked up Katherine’s suitcase and led the two women up the stairs.

      ‘Have you travelled far?’ Katherine asked Robyn.

      ‘North Yorkshire.’

      ‘A bit further than me then. I’ve only come from Oxford.’

      ‘You’re the lecturer, aren’t you?’ Robyn said excitedly. ‘I’ve read your book!’

      ‘For pleasure?’

      ‘Oh, yes!’ Robyn enthused.

      Katherine laughed. ‘I’m forgetting that everyone here enjoys Austen. I lecture at St Bridget’s in Oxford and I’m afraid the students there aren’t all as enthusiastic about our Jane.’

      ‘It must be a hard job,’ Robyn said, full of admiration for her new friend.

      ‘Some of the time,’ she said. ‘But I’m teaching the subject I love and, of course, we get to come to events like this.’

      Robyn nodded. ‘I wish I’d had the chance to go to university. I would have loved it. It’s one of the reasons I like coming to things like this. I feel I learn so much.’

      Katherine smiled. ‘Learning is a lifelong pleasure.’

      The two women climbed the left-hand staircase which joined the right one in the middle and led them up to the first floor where the bedrooms were.

      ‘This is such an amazing house,’ Robyn said, gazing back down the stairs to the hall below, her feet making no sound on the plush red carpet.

      ‘This is called the Imperial Staircase,’ Katherine told her. ‘One of the finest in the country.’

      Robyn suddenly stopped.

      ‘What is it?’ Katherine asked.

      ‘That man,’ Robyn said, nodding to a dark-haired gentleman at the bottom of the stairs. ‘He’s been watching us. Do you know him?’

      Katherine’s eyes followed Robyn’s. ‘Oh! It’s that dreadful man who attacked me with a suitcase.’

      Robyn watched as the man turned away. ‘He’s rather good-looking,’ she said.

      ‘Well, if you like that obvious tall, dark and handsome look,’ Katherine said.

      ‘Tolerable but not handsome enough to tempt you?’ Robyn said with a grin.

      Katherine’s eyes met hers. ‘Something like that.’

      They walked on, reaching the top of the stairs and turning right down a corridor lined with portraits.

      ‘We’re at the end,’ Mark said, leading on and stopping outside two bedroom doors. ‘Dr Roberts here,’ he said, opening the door on the right. ‘Miss Love here,’ he said, opening the door to the left. ‘Enjoy your stay at Purley.’

      Robyn smiled, confident that she was going to do just that.

      Warwick was mortified. Of all the people to run over with a suitcase, he had to go and pick Katherine. What a way to finally meet her. He’d recognized her instantly, of course, but the memory of the look she’d given him was enough to make him give up and go home right now.

      He’d helped Mrs Soames to her room with her suitcase and had quickly returned to the hall, hoping to apologize to Katherine again and make some sort of amends but she’d been on her way up the stairs by then with the young woman in the silver sandals.

      He’d stood and watched, getting his first proper look at Katherine, and what he saw surprised him. What had happened to the long luxurious hair that he’d seen in the photograph of her online? Instead of cascading over her shoulders, it had been tugged into a tight bun, flattened and lifeless at the back of her head. He took in the business-smart outfit too in black and white and the author in him wanted to rewrite her - dressing her in a vibrant colour and unpinning her dark hair.

      He watched as she talked to the girl with the corkscrew curls and followed their progress up the stairs. He hadn’t meant to stare. That wasn’t the heroic stance he’d planned at all and he’d felt such a fool when he’d been spotted.

      First impressions were so important, he thought, thinking of the disastrous one that had befallen Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy, and Austen herself had realized the role they played when she’d given Pride and Prejudice the original title of First Impressions. Warwick groaned. He’d completely missed his opportunity to make a good one - twice. Still, he was an author and was quite used to rewriting plots that didn’t work. He’d just have to wait for another opportunity and make sure he got it right next time.

       Chapter Nine

      The Cedar Room was absolutely perfect and Robyn fell immediately in love with it, rushing over to the great sash window in excitement and sighing like a lovelorn heroine at the view that greeted her. The perfect emerald lawn stretched away before her and the cedar tree stood sentinellike to her right.

      She looked at the double bed and couldn’t help feeling guilty that it was for her and her alone and that Jace would be sleeping on his own but that certainly wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t asked him to chauffeur her to and from the conference, had she? It was his fault if he was going to be stuck in a bed and breakfast, bored out of his mind for the next few days. Robyn was quite determined that he wasn’t going to ruin her weekend. She’d looked forward to it for so long.

      Flinging open her suitcase and finding her hairbrush, she entered the bathroom and did a quick repair job on her travel-worn tresses. She’d worn her hair long all her life and couldn’t imagine it being any other way. It was much admired and Jace loved it but it did take some upkeep and Robyn often wondered what life would be like with a nice neat bob.

      Emptying her handbag of everything she didn’t need -which included two paperbacks and a bumper packet of mint humbugs, she left her room.

      She was halfway down the grand staircase when she caught the eye of Katherine in the hall.

      ‘Robyn!’ she called. ‘Come and sit with me.’

      Robyn joined her in the hall and Katherine linked her arm through hers.

      ‘Now, we’re just like a pair of Austen heroines, aren’t we?’ she said.

      Robyn smiled and the two of them walked into the room at the back of the house known as the Yellow Drawing Room. It was filled with mellow afternoon light and the windows looked out over the gardens down to the lake.

      ‘I have this view from my window,’ Katherine boasted.

      ‘It’s so beautiful here,’ Robyn said. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.’

      ‘I know,’ Katherine said. ‘I always feel like that too. It’s part of the magic of the conference. They know you’ll be back year after year. It gets a hold of you and never lets