Almost as soon as he’d realised there was naturally going to be a return visit, Darcy had spent a considerable effort putting his apartment into order. Henry had shown him how to set the electric lights to a dimmer setting, and a number of reading lamps took the places where he’d usually have put candles. Many of his own things had turned up, as if the station was trying to help. Although it was not like stepping back in time, there was definitely a feel of the 1800s in every room.
As for his manner of dress, he still only owned one modern suit that he couldn’t tie the tie on, so into his own clothes it was, right down to the tails jacket and cravat despite sitting in his own apartment. He was nervous. He’d done well enough with the cousin, but he knew a brother would be harder. And a twin at that. He considered what he would want to hear from anyone with intentions towards his own sister- assuming she was a few years grown. Did men still want the same prospects, promised, assurances? He really didn’t know.
There was a knock at the door, and Darcy took a deep breath to calm himself before he opened it for them, an almost nervous smile playing on his lips.
“Good afternoon Miss Sully, Mr Sully. Thank you for coming,” he told them in turn, before giving a bow and stepping aside to let them in. “Please do come in.”