Six months after I wed my beloved Mr. Darcy, he is called away to France on pressing business that needs his immediate attention. I don’t want him to go, but I know I have no choice in the matter. So I am left alone at Pemberley with my sorrow and loneliness. I miss my dear Mr. Darcy and think of him every day as I walk from room to empty room and wander the vast grounds of the estate.

But then one day, my childhood friend Victor comes to Pemberley for a visit. Victor has just returned from the colonies and he is full of wild stories of his adventures there, as well as stories of great sorrow and pain. As we share our loneliness with one another, we become closer and closer, and I cannot help but think that perhaps my dear Mr. Darcy is not the love of my life, but it is Victor instead …