have to see him again on Sunday. She was not looking forward to it in the least.
***
“Why did you invite him to the party?” Emma asked her sister later, where they remained behind at the kitchen table after Hugh and Mr Bennet went outside to sit on the terrace.
“Who?” Lizzy asked, feigning innocence. “Mr Knightley, do you mean?”
“Yes, of course, Mr Knightley!”
“Because he’s a friend, Emma, that’s why. We worked together in London. I told you that.”
She studied her sister. “A friend? Or was he something more?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Emma lowered her voice and leaned forward. “Were you and Mark Knightley involved?”
Lizzy blushed. “No…yes. Not really,” she said, flustered, and went to the window to make sure her husband and father were still outside on the terrace. “We had a bit too much to drink at lunch one day, and there was a sort-of attraction between us, and –” she broke off and returned to her seat at the table. “We slept together. Just the once,” she added defensively, “and long before Hugh came back into my life.”
“Oh.” For the second time that day, Emma was at a loss for words.
“It shouldn’t have happened, and it didn’t, after that one time. Mark’s a lovely man, clever and talented, but we weren’t really suited. We were both at a loose end at the time, and bored, and it just…happened.”
“So it didn’t mean anything.”
“No. It was very –” Lizzy reddened. “Pleasant, and perhaps if I hadn’t lost my job, and we’d continued to work together…” She paused. “But it didn’t work out, Emma. There was never really anything between us.”
“He seems too arrogant by half.”
“Yes.” She smiled slightly. “He does come across that way, at first.”
“But –?” Emma prodded.
“But what? He’s a perfectly nice man, Em,” Lizzy said in exasperation. “He’s not all that different from you, now I think on it. Intelligent, well spoken, opinionated…” She cast a quick, considering glance at her sister. “And quite fanciable, too, don’t you think?”
“I wouldn’t know.” Emma pushed her chair back and took several lemons out of the refrigerator bin. “I’ll make a pitcher of lemonade and we can take it outside. But first,” she added as she turned around to face her sister, “I want to hear all about your honeymoon. Every romantic, jealousy-inducing detail.”
“All right,” Lizzy agreed. “Hand me some of those lemons and come and sit down.”
Emma set a bowl of lemons on the table and joined her sister. They talked of the honeymoon in Cornwall and the pleasures of sailing on the Rosings, as well as Lizzy’s complete and utter adoration for Hugh, and Mark Knightley was not mentioned again.
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