Elizabeth shrugged. “I have four sisters.”
Henry nodded, though he appeared preoccupied. “Will you wait here for Darcy?”
“No,” she said. “I will return home and await him there. Please give your parents and the colonel my regards when you see them.” She worried her bottom lip before asking, “Will you tell me what you find?”
“I will,” Henry said and offered her his arm. After an initial hesitation, Elizabeth took it. He gathered his outerwear as he walked her back to the carriage.
“Mr. Anders,” she called warmly, casting a glance behind her as Henry prepared to hand her back into the carriage, “I was in a hurry before, but now that my errand is complete, would you please introduce me to your cousins?” As Anders drew nearer to comply, she added, “I am told that you have all done me a great service.”
“We are all Anders, Mrs. Darcy,” the coachman replied with a grin. He nodded first at the man whose facial features were much like his own. The man had a scar over his right eye and close-cut hair. “This is Mr. Josiah Anders.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Anders,” she said sincerely. The man nodded once.
Anders then motioned to the second man, who bore only a passing resemblance to his two relations. He had lighter skin, longer hair, and an earring in one ear. “And this is Mr. Isaac Anders.”
“I thank you as well, Mr. Anders,” Elizabeth said warmly, and he gave her a smile and a nod. She glanced at them both. “I feel a great deal safer with all of you accompanying me.”
“You are welcome, Mrs. Darcy,” Mr. Josiah Anders answered gravely.
Henry handed Elizabeth in and closed the carriage door. Henry was already mounting his horse and heading in the opposite direction.
Well, she had accomplished what she could. Soon she was back home. Acknowledging the weariness of her restless night, Elizabeth dragged herself up to her chambers to await William.
Henry might be the right man for this job after all. She certainly hoped so.