Peggy was not a great reader of novels, though she'd read her share of the sort of romances that nurses tended to keep around to while away a boring shift. That had not included this particular classic, so the idea of a version didn't spark any understanding in her.

But Peggy was used to being confused by the things the nexus dealt up.

"Oh, do you know Mr. Darcy?" she said, feeling her way along. "Are you a friend of his?"

The image that he conjured up of Darcy, however, didn't amuse her. When she'd suggested finding a war, she'd imagined some kind of historical war, hardly a war at all, not in this place of safety. She hadn't considered for even a moment a situation leading to battle-weary soldiers and dying young.

"However much pique may be found in his character, he doesn't seem likely to die any time soon, I'm pleased to inform you," she said tartly.