I was at the library in good time and, once again, I feigned surprise on seeing Anne. But this time there was no complaisance on the part of her companion.
‘Mr Wickham, we will bid you good day,’ she said. ‘Miss de Bourgh, you know your Mama said we were not to be above ten minutes. We must change your books and then be on our way.’
I tried to start a conversation but it was no good. Anne was anxious, her companion watchful, and I had to withdraw with good grace.
I will bide my time, however. In a few years time Lady Catherine might have passed away, and then I can renew my assault.