In the Shadow of Her Sister


Though the first child born to the Bennet's was somewhat of a disappointment to Mr. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet had rejoiced in the fact that she had someone she could dote on and dress up. “A little girl Mr. Bennet!” she exclaimed, “how wonderful. I shall call her Jane.”

Eighteen months later would come a greater disappointment. So hopeful they both were for a son. Mrs. Bennet had been heavy with child. Labor begun a month early. The labor was long and hard and Mrs. Bennet eventually gave birth to another daughter, Elizabeth she was named. Born that day too, was a son, grief stuck Mr. Bennet when he was told, his newborn son was dead. A wet nurse had been hired to tend to Elizabeth, as Mrs. Bennet was not able, or some say unwilling, to care for her.

Chapter 1

Jane sat on the garden bench while Lizzy walked along the path. Their ever-vigilant father was watching him from one of the windows. Growing up at Longbourn was strict for them both and for Lizzy unhappy. Jane remembered a time when, as a young child Lizzy was free spirited and happy. This “unladylike” behavior was soon curbed by her parents, it would seem Lizzy could do nothing right.

One Sunday on the walk home from church Mrs. Bennet addressed her husband. “Mr. Bennet such wonderful news, Netherfield Park is let at last.”

“Is that so, Mrs. Bennet?” replied her husband.

“Indeed it is!” said Mrs. Bennet, “What a wonderful thing for our dear Jane,” Mrs. Bennet continued.

Lizzy listened on as her mother related all she knew of the new tenant at Netherfield. Jane noticed the look on Lizzy's face. “Are you well Lizzy?” Jane whispered.

Lizzy nodded. “Oh!” exclaimed Mrs. Bennet, “do not tell me you are feeling ill again child!”

“No Mama,” Lizzy replied in a hushed tone.

Upon entering Longbourn, Lizzy headed for the stairs. “Where are you going Lizzy?” Jane asked concerned.

“To my room,” Lizzy replied.

“I thought you were not ill,” said Mr. Bennet.

“I am not ill Papa, I have a book I wish to read is all.”

“And that you can not do in the sitting room with your mother and sister?” he asked.

“I enjoy the solitude of my room, so that I may read without interruption.”

“Oh let her be Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “Jane and I have much to discuss.”

Lizzy did not wait for further discussion but raced to her room, closing the door firmly behind her. She tossed her bonnet and gloves on the bench at the foot of her bed, soon followed by her spencer. Taking the book on her night table, she walked to the window and made herself comfortable there on the sill. A lavender ribbon marked her page and she slowly opened the book. Her lips moved ever so slightly as she recited.


So tired, so tired, my heart and I!
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breathe end in a sigh
Of happy languor. Now, alone,
We lean upon this graveyard stone,
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.*

Lizzy sighed and leaned back against the window frame. She closed her book and stared out over the garden, the forest and beyond. It was just three miles to Netherfield. She wondered about Mr. Bingley and what he may be like. Netherfield Park was beautiful and Lizzy had often dreamed of what it would be like if Netherfield was her home. “Oh to be mistress of such a house,” she said aloud, “ Oh, to be anywhere but here.”

Lizzy did not join her family until it was time to dine. “His wealth is nothing to Bingley's,” she heard her mother say, “but ten thousand a year!”

“Of whom is Mama speaking?” Lizzy whispered to Jane.

“A friend of Mr. Bingley's, a Mr. Darcy,” replied Jane.

“If you would join the family more often, then spend all that time in your room, you would have known of whom we are speaking,” said Mrs. Bennet,

“It is of little matter, Jane will be presented to them both at the assembly hall. Though Jane,” said Mrs. Bennet leaning over her plate, “I will instruct you now to pay great attention to Mr. Darcy. What pin money you shall have there my dear.” Mrs. Bennet giggled and returned to her food.

The remaining conversation during the meal was directed solely to Jane. It contained plans for a new dress for the assembly, and how best to flatter a gentleman. Lizzy for her part had learned, at an early age, to tune out her mother.

When the time came for the assembly, Lizzy prepared as she always had. Her gown was simple and no great detail was given to her hair. She stared at herself and sighed. It was often commented, that she was not as pretty and Jane. Lizzy knew it was hopeless, for her mother would not purchase such fine dresses for her as she did Jane.

Mrs. Bennet watch with great anticipation for the arrival of Mr. Darcy. Her wait had been at length since the Netherfield party was the last to arrive at the assembly. “Oh Jane,” said Mrs. Bennet, “there they are.”

Jane smiled. “Which is Mr. Bingley?” she asked.

“I care not of Mr. Bingley. See that gentleman there, the taller one. That is Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley's oldest friend.”

Mrs. Bennet watched as Mr. Bingley spoke to Sir Lucas. “They are coming this way Jane, smile.”

“Mrs. Bennet,” began Sir Lucas, “Mr. Bingley has expressed a wish to become acquainted with you and your daughters.”

Mrs. Bennet smiled. “You are most kind,” she said curtsying. “This is my eldest daughter Jane.”

“How do you do Miss Bennet,” Bingley bowed.

“Very well Sir,” Jane replied.

Bingley stood awkwardly, awaiting and introduction to Elizabeth. “Oh,” said Mrs. Bennet finally, “and my daughter Elizabeth.”

“Miss Bennet, a delight,' said Bingley.

“Thank you Sir,” Lizzy replied softly.

“I cannot tell you how happy I was to hear Netherfield Park was let at last. It was such a shame to see such a house sit empty,” said Mrs. Bennet.

“Indeed it is Mrs. Bennet. I believe I shall be quiet happy to settle in Hertfordshire,” replied Mr. Bingley.

“Do tell me Mr. Bingley, do you enjoy dancing?” Mrs. Bennet asked.

“Indeed I do,” replied Bingley.

“And you Sir,” Mrs. Bennet addressed Darcy, “Do you enjoy dancing?”

“I dance but rarely Ma'am,” Darcy replied.

“Well, let this be a time when you do. For I doubt you will ever hear such lively music or find such a pretty partner,” she said indicating to Jane. Darcy bowed.

“If Miss Bennet is not otherwise engaged, might I be so bold as to claim the next two dances?” Bingley asked Jane.

“I am no engaged Sir,” she replied. The gentleman bowed and left.

“Jane! What are you doing?” cried Mrs. Bennet.

“I am going to dance with Mr. Bingley Mama.”

“You should have waited for Mr. Darcy to ask you.”

“I do not think Mr. Darcy is inclined to dance with me or anyone else Mama.”

“Well it is too late now for you to decline, but you must not dance to much, for I am sure when Mr. Darcy sees you not dancing, he will ask for at least two sets.”

“Yes Mama,” sighed Jane.

“Is Mr. Darcy not the handsomest man you have ever seen Jane?” cooed Mrs. Bennet.

“He might not be quite so handsome, if he were not quite so rich,” replied Lizzy.

“Bite your tongue Elizabeth!” scolded Mrs. Bennet.

"It is alright Mama, I much prefer Mr. Bingley's looks to Mr. Darcy's anyway,” said Jane.

“There are far more important things than a handsome man Jane,” replied Mrs. Bennet.

Jane took Lizzy and sat down near the dance floor. “Do not listen to Mama. Smile and enjoy yourself.”

“I will try Jane.”

As the night wore on, Jane danced several sets with Mr. Bingley. He had even asked Elizabeth to dance, much to her delight and Mrs. Bennet's vexation.

Though Lizzy rarely agreed with her mother, she had to agree that Darcy was indeed handsome, one of the handsomest men she had ever met. Lizzy noted that Darcy had not danced yet this evening, and then remembered his comment about rarely dancing.

Mr. Darcy wondered about the room and eventually come to stand, not far from where Elizabeth was standing. Mr. Bingley approached him.

“Come Darcy,” he said, “I must have you dance.”

“Bingley please,” replied Darcy, “you know I do like to dance, especially among strangers.”

“It is better than standing about in the stupid manner. There are many a pleasant partner to be had.”

“You have been dancing with the handsomest lady in the room,” Darcy looked at his friend who was smiling ear to ear.

“She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld.”

Bingley saw Lizzy; she was sitting, staring at her hands. Bingley nudged Darcy with is arm and indicated to Lizzy. “There is her sister Elizabeth, she is very pretty too.”

“ She is tolerable I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me.”

Bingley knew when Darcy used that tone, there was no budging him, and so he walked away to join Jane.

Lizzy could feel tightness in the pit of her stomach at Darcy's words. She jumped from her seat and as she passed Darcy she glanced quickly up at him. He noticed her eyes shining with unshed tears. She rushed passed him and headed through the doors, which lead outside.

Darcy looked about the room to see if anyone had noticed Lizzy's sudden departure. Assured no one had, he followed her. Darcy stood quietly for a moment once outside. His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness and he listened for movement. Hearing something to his right, he left the steps and walked out onto the lawn. “Miss Bennet,” he called softly. “Miss Bennet are you there?”

If she had heard him, she made no reply. Darcy continued to the garden, calling several more times for her. He felt terrible for what he had said. It was meant only to detour Bingley. Had he been more comfortable with the surroundings, he would have been happy to dance with her.

Chapter 2

Lizzy entered the assembly when she had calmed down and quickly made her way to Jane. Jane could see that Lizzy had been crying and inquired after what was distressing her. Lizzy did not comment and Jane new it was useless to press her.

“I wish to go home Jane,” Lizzy pleaded. Knowing that her mother would not call for the carriage so that they may leave early, Jane took matters into her own hands.

Jane escorted Lizzy to the front hall and called for the carriage. She entered the carriage with Lizzy and the set off for the short ride to Longbourn. Jane was deeply concerned for Lizzy but knew that any efforts to get their parents to assist were futile. As much as Jane tried to help Lizzy the worse things got. Jane held Lizzy close and comforted her on the ride home. Lizzy excited the carriage quickly and turning to Jane, pleading that she return to the assembly before she was missed.

“Tell Mama I was ill,” Lizzy said adding, “She will not care that I have left, but you must go before you are missed.”

Jane agreed, though reluctantly. After watching Lizzy enter the house, she was returned to the assembly room. Jane's absence did not go unnoticed and Mrs. Bennet was not pleased with Lizzy and how Jane had left without telling her.

Mrs. Bennet's vexation with the situation was soon soothed with the arrival of Mr. Darcy, who asked Jane for the next dance.

Jane accepted and soon the music began. “May I ask,” said Darcy, when the moves of the dance allowed them to speak in private, “where your sister is at present. I have not seen her in some time.”

Jane's expression was solemn as she replied. “She was ill and has been taken home Mr. Darcy.”

“I see,” he replied.

“I am sure she will be well, it is just a headache I am sure,” Jane said, trying to convince herself more than Darcy that this was the case.

Darcy made no reply, he knew that he was the reason she had left the assembly and the more he thought of how his words had injured Lizzy, the worse he felt. With the dance complete, Darcy excused himself from Jane and left the room.

Mrs. Bennet was so delighted with the attention shown to Jane by Darcy, that Lizzy's absence was all but forgotten and the remainder of the evening was as pleasant as could be.

It was only on the carriage ride home that Lizzy's departure from the assembly was discussed. Jane stated that Lizzy's headache was sudden and that it was her idea, not Lizzy's, that the carriage been ordered.

“I was absent just a little while Mama, I am sure no one noticed it,” said Jane.

“I suppose you are right, but I do not want you to ever do such a thing again,” cried Mrs. Bennet, “do I make myself clear?”

“Yes of course Mama,” replied Jane. “I do not understand why you are not more concerned over Lizzy's health, especially of late. She…”

“I know perfectly well what I am doing Jane and it would be wise for you to pay more attention to yourself and less time worrying over your sister.”

Jane hated the way her parents were with Lizzy, for Jane loved her dearly. It was Lizzy's pleading that persuaded Jane to not interfere with their mother and father. Lizzy had come to accept their treatment of her, and Jane hated them for it.

Upon arriving home, Jane rushed upstairs to check on Lizzy before retiring for the evening. Mrs. Bennet was annoyed at this, figuring the maid could do it but Jane ignored her mothers' calls. Jane knocked softly at Lizzy's door.

Lizzy did not answer and no sounds could be heard from the room. A soft light flickered from under the door and Jane knocked again before gently opening it.

Lizzy was in bed, having changed into her bed cloths. Her back was to Jane as she approached the bed. “Lizzy,” Jane said softly, “are you awake?” There was no reply and Jane leaned over her sister, her eyes were closed.

Jane adjusted the sheets and kissed her sister. “Good night my dearest,” she said as she extinguished the candle that sat on the bedside table. Jane crept out of the room, as quietly as she entered. Lizzy's eyes opened up as she heard the latch on her door click shut. She pulled the handkerchief from under her pillow and wiped away the newly formed tears.

It was with great reluctance and even greater effort that Lizzy joined the family for breakfast the following morning. Mr. Bennet mumbled a good morning to her, and Jane smiled happily to see her sister.

“Are you feeling better today Lizzy?” Jane asked.

Lizzy sat down into her chair and hung her head. “No Jane, I am not,” she replied.

“Then you should be resting Lizzy, a tray can be brought to you…”

“Nonsense Jane,” Mr. Bennet interrupted, “she is here now, and she can eat her meal where she sits.”

“Besides,” said Mrs. Bennet, “we must discuss last evening.”

Lizzy looked to her mother, startled. “What of last evening?' she asked.

Mrs. Bennet rolled her eyes. “Do not pretend you do not know of what I speak. I refer to your early departure from the assembly room. That is not to happen again.”

“I am sorry Mama but…”

“No butts!” cried Mrs. Bennet, setting down her teacup noisily, “I am tired of your impertinence.”

She sprang from her chair and ran from the room. She didn't stop until she reached her room.

Jane through down her napkin in disgust and followed closely behind her sister. She found Lizzy face down on the bed crying.

“Oh Lizzy, I am sorry.”

“It is not your fault Jane.”

“Nor is it yours. They are to hard on you Lizzy and I do not know why.”

“Of course you do, but it is of little matter.”

“How can you say that Lizzy?”

“I can say it because it is true.”

“Oh Lizzy,” Jane cried, “I wish there was something I could do.”

“I know you would if you could.”

Jane and Lizzy lay quietly for a while before Jane spoke again. “Lizzy, I am worried about you. Will you not let me ask Papa to send for the doctor?”

“No Jane.”

“Are you sure?” Jane hugged her sister, “I do not know what I would do if anything happed to you.”

“I will be fine Jane, I just need to rest.”

“Very well then, I will leave you for now but I will be checking on you later.” Lizzy nodded. “I love you Lizzy.”

“I love you Jane.”

Jane left the room reluctantly and returned to the breakfast room. “I am worried about Lizzy,” said Jane as she took her seat.

“And what seems to be the matter this time?” asked Mrs. Bennet.

“I am not sure but I think she needs to see a doctor, although she says she does not want to.”

“Just let her be,” said Mr. Bennet.

“But Papa…”

“If she does not want to see anyone,” said Mr. Bennet, “Then I will not waste time or money on her.”

Jane knew there was no pint in arguing the subject. She ate little of her breakfast and when her mother allowed, she left to check Lizzy again.

It weighed heavily on Jane to stand between and defend Lizzy on a daily basis but if it were not for her, things would be even worse for Lizzy. She had no friend and only a few acquaintances.

Lizzy pretended to be resting whenever Jane came to her room. Truth was that her mind was restless with all thoughts and in particular, of one man.

Why did he have to some to Hertfordshire? she would ask herself. Why would he not ask me to dance?

Lizzy closed her eyes and though of his hand touching hers, his wonderful smile and his low, calming voice. She loved his dark brown eyes and the dark brown curls upon his head.

She could no ponder for long as Jane appeared with Hill, who was carrying a tray of tea and items for lunch.

Lizzy sat up in bed. “I am not hungry Jane.”

“You must eat something.”

With enough on the tray to serve two, Jane made herself comfortable on the bed and the sisters enjoyed some private time together.

Jane engaged Lizzy in conversation until she was called downstairs. “You will join us for dinner this evening?” Jane asked, hopeful she could draw her sister from her room.

“I will try Jane,” Lizzy replied, “for you.” Lizzy accepted a big hug from her sister.

Lizzy did come down to dinner, which was its usual affair. Only the briefest of inquires were made of Lizzy's health, from her parents. The conversation was geared, as usual to Jane, who tried with great effort to include Lizzy in the conversation.

After spending as much time as she could stand in the company of her mother in the sitting rooms, Lizzy retired for the evening.

Alone once again in her room, she gazed out the window. The full moon cast wondrous shadows. Though she could not see it, Lizzy looked in the direction of Netherfield and wondered.

Chapter 3

It had been a full week since the assembly and Lizzy had yet to venture from the house. Guests had arrived before she was dressed one morning and within half an hour, Lizzy saw, from her bedroom window, Jane and Mr. Darcy walking in the garden. Within a few moments, Mr. Bingley had joined them.

Darcy was every bit as handsome as Lizzys' memory allowed. While she was envious of Jane, for walking with the gentleman, she had no desire to speak to them either. With help of the maid, Lizzy finished dressing and snuck out the back of the house.

A small dirt path at the back of the house wound though some heavy bush, before opening up to a larger, more pleasant path. Lizzy enjoyed her secluded walks and knew every path in the area.

She would often take a book and find some shade under a tree to pass the day. The fresh air and book did Lizzy good and upon finishing her book, she stood to brush the dirt from her skirt. With book and bonnet in hand, she decided to walk further along before eventually turning back towards home.

The wonderful sent of wild flowers were carried on the wind and the sun shone warmly upon her upturned face; she closed her eyes to its brightness. Holding her arms out straight at her sides, she spun around in a circle several times, humming to herself.

The smile on her face was ear to ear; the flush on her cheeks brightened her countenance. This all changed however when she stopped and opened her eyes and found herself staring directly at…

“Mr. Darcy!” Lizzy exclaimed. Mortified, she went with her first instinct and turned and ran.

“Miss Bennet wait!” he called out, but she did not stop. Acting quickly he tied his horse to a tree limb and set off after her. Though she was quick, she was no match for Darcy's speed and long legs. He caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm, stopping her progress.

“Miss Bennet please,” Darcy began. Lizzy would not meet his gaze. He still held her arm as he said. “I am so sorry for interrupting you just now, I did not mean to startle you. Please accept my apology.”

Lizzy nodded her head but still refused to look up. “Will you not look at me?” he asked softly. He let go of her arm and when he did she stepped back from him.

“I believe,” he said, stepping closer only for her to step back yet again, “that I need to offer you a second apology as well.”

“Oh?”

“I need to also apologize for my most rude comment at the assembly last week. I am sorry you over heard it and I have been most anxious to apologize to you, for I know it caused you great distress.”

“It does not matter,” she replied.

“But it does matter. I did try and find you after you left the room, I called for you…”

“Yes, I know,” she interrupted.

“You know I was looking for you?” she nodded, “Why did you not answer me?”

“There was nothing more for you to say to me.”

“No, you are wrong. What I said was only meant to dissuade Mr. Bingley to leave me in peace. I do not converse will with strangers, especially in a group.”

“Yet you would say such a thing,” Lizzy replied, her voice strained.

“Perhaps we were both,” Darcy paused to find his words, “out of spirits that night and spoke without thinking. Or perhaps it was just my comment was in response to yours.”

“I…I do not know what you mean,” Lizzy finally looked up at him, confused.

“If you truly do not, then permit me to refresh your memory. Did you not say, I would not be quite so handsome, if I were not quite so rich?”

Darcy found the comment amusing but it did not lighten the situation he was in at present. Lizzy was clearly mortified at knowing she was overheard. Her bottom lip quivered. “I…did not…you…” she began to cry.

“Please, do not cry,” he pleaded. Lizzy searched frantically for her handkerchief and finally took the one Darcy offered her.

“I did not mean it!” she eventually cried, “My other had upset me and I…I…”

“Said something you did not mean, as I did later?”

Lizzy's' thoughts were a jumble. “Perhaps Miss Bennet, we could begin again,” Lizzy looked at him in wonder, his smile puzzled her. He bowed and she heard him give a slight laugh, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.”

She looked at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“Why, beginning again,” he laughed.

Darcy could see that he had done wrong as the anger appeared across her face. “Sir! I am no child and do not appreciate being treated as one.”

Darcy moved to step closer to her but she moved back swiftly. “Leave me alone!” He caught her before she could run off again, but this time she fought back. Judging it better that he let her go, he did and he watched her until she ran from sight. She did not stop until she reached Longbourn and the comfort of her room.

It was nearly a fortnight before Lizzy saw Darcy again. She could not avoid the meeting as he and Mr. Bingley were invited to dine at Longbourn. In the time since they had last met, Lizzy kept close to her, the handkerchief that Darcy had given her. [I] FD [\I] was embroidered on it and she would ponder if, when she could return the fine piece of linen to its rightful owner, or even if she wanted to. More often then not she also wondered what the [I] F [\I] stood for.

The dinner table was set with all its finery and Lizzy avoided her mother as much as possible so she did not have to subject herself to her mothers' constant rambles on the benefits of Mr. Darcy being Jane's' future husband.

Lizzy was careful to situate herself thought the evening in such a way that Darcy had no opportunity to speak privately to her. She made little conversation and it was not until tea was served that Darcy had his opportunity to say something to Lizzy. “I am deeply sorry,” was all he could whisper to her.

He had taken a seat where he could look at Lizzy. She stared at him, moved by the sincerity in his voice and the earnest look of regret in his eyes. Lizzy looked about the room, everyone was deep in conversation. She looked back at Darcy and nodded to him, he smiled in return.

Chapter 4

With more and more frequency, did Darcy and Bingley call upon Longbourn. Only during the times that Mrs. Bennet had thought Darcy alone had come, did she suggest a walk in the gardens. During one of the times that both gentlemen had called, Darcy quickly suggested a walk.

Mrs. Bennet agreed, answering as she did often for Jane. When it was obvious that Bingley would accompany Jane and Darcy, Mrs. Bennet took Lizzy aside.

“You listen to me child,” she whispered, “you see to it that Jane and Mr. Darcy have some time alone.”

“Yes Mama,” Lizzy replied flatly.

“Do as you are told girl. A little more time alone and I am sure we will soon have a joyous event to announce.” Lizzy nodded and joined the group in the foyer.

Once in the garden, Lizzy was surprised at how easy it was to keep Mr. Bingley from Jane and even more surprised she was, when they strolled in a different direction. Lizzy turned towards the house and saw her mother peeking out the window, a very pleased look on her face.

Mr. Bingley was very much the gentleman and made pleasant inquires. He was charming and very attentive to her. Lizzy's thoughts were elsewhere however and she watched Jane with Darcy, whenever they were within view.

While Jane and Darcy's conversation could not be heard, if it had, Lizzy would have been surprised at its content.

“Miss Bennet,” said Darcy smiling, “You are looking very lovely today.”

“Thank you Mr. Darcy,” Jane replied.

“Miss Bennet, I…” Darcy was trying to search for the right words, “I have something of a somewhat delicate nature I wish to speak with you about.”

Jane was shocked and could not think of what it could be. “Do speak.”

“I must apologize in advance for being so forward and please feel free to silence me at any time, if you deem me to be speaking so inappropriately.”

Jane agreed and Darcy began reluctantly. “I have noticed your…well, partiality to my friend Mr. Bingley.”

Jane looked at Darcy shocked. “I do not know what to say!”
Darcy smiled, “There is no need for you to say anything Miss Bennet. If I may be so bold to say, I do not think your parents favor Mr. Bingley above, others?”

Jane nodded. “You are correct Sir.”

“I have a proposal of sorts that I wish to suggest to you, as a way of being helpful.”

“Please continue Mr. Darcy.”

“With Mr. Bingley's permission, he has allowed me to say that he desires greatly, to get to know you better, but we fear that we will have to resort to some, small lies, to accomplish it.”

Jane glanced in Bingley's direction and catching him looking at her, smiled. “What is it you have in mind Mr. Darcy?”

“Will I wish to calm any fears you have, we do not mean to break with propriety. I simply wish for my friend to be happy.”

“I understand.”

“If you would permit me to call upon you and we might walk or even ride, beyond the view of the house. Mr. Bingley could join us and I would allow you time to speak in private. Also, Mr. Bingley's sisters will be coming to Netherfield in a fortnight, at which time, you can be introduced and an invitation can be extended to you.”

Jane looked at him. “It would seem that you have both spent a great deal of time concocting you little scheme?”

“We have indeed.”

“Then I should not wish to upset, such a well thought out plan.”

“Mr. Bingley will be happy to hear it.” Jane laughed. “There is one matter that concerns me.”

“What is that?”

“While I am sure your sister would be delighted to help our cause, I am wondering if she should be told of this plan, if we are found out…”

“Say no more Mr. Darcy,” Jane sighed, “I would not want to bring anymore hardship upon Lizzy. As much as it will pain me to lie to her, I believe it would be best. I would not want her to take any responsibility in this. She already deals with a great many things.”

“Miss Bennet,”

“Mr. Darcy, I believe we are at least friends, when we are speaking privately, call me Jane.”

“I would be honored, and you may call me Fitzwilliam, or William as my sister calls me.”

“I like William.”

“It is settled then.”

Darcy offered his arm to Jane and he directed her to a small path. Jane looked about but could not see Lizzy anywhere. “Do not worry, your sister is safe with Bingley.”

“I am sure she is Mr…William,” Jane corrected, “but I still worry about her.”

“If ever you should like to talk, I offer my services as a friend.”

“Thank you William, talking will do little good.”

“It sometimes helps to talk about what is troubling you.”

“It is just life in general at Longbourn.”

“Your parents are, please excuse me for saying, but very harsh on your sister.”

“Indeed they are.”

“Might I ask as to why?”

“Elizabeth, Lizzy, was born 18 months after me. She was the first born of twins. The second, a boy was still born. The birth was long and hard for my mother and they blame the long delivery of Lizzy for the death of my brother. In addition, my mother was told that she would not be able to have anymore children.”

Darcy shook his head. “It is difficult to be sure, but I do not understand how they can blame her and be so cruel.”

“Nor do I. To make matters worse, Longbourn has been entailed away from us. My parents are quite determined that I marry well,” Jane glanced quickly at Darcy, “so when Netherfield was finally let, my mother was ecstatic.”

“But she will not have you settled at Netherfield when there is a larger catch to be had?”

Jane nodded. “Yes and I am ashamed of my mothers behavior. She prides herself on how she is raising us and yet does not follow the same propriety she sets for us.”

“Do no let it trouble you.”

“That,” said Jane, “is not as easy, as I wish it could be.”

The days let into weeks and Darcy called frequently upon Longbourn. Jane felt guilty about leaving Lizzy behind and arranged, from time to time, for her to join them. This meant of course, that her meeting with Bingley would have to be delayed, but he understood and it pleased him to see, that she cared so much about her sister, to set her own plans aside.

An added visitor came to Longbourn one morning, and Bingley introduced to the Bennet's, his sister Caroline. He apologized for the absence of his other sister, Mrs. Hurst and her husband, who where still tired from their journey.

Miss Bingley, while she did not care for the other Bennet's, did enjoy Jane's company and an invitation to Netherfield was soon extended to her. Jane gracefully accepted an invitation to dine at Netherfield in two days time.

Chapter 5

Jane was sent to Netherfield on horseback. Mrs. Bennet's plan of it raining and Jane having to stay, certainly worked. Not long after Jane had left the house, the heavens opened up and it poured steady for several hours.

That same night, Mrs. Bennet was delighted to receive correspondence from Netherfield. Jane had taken ill and would be remaining the night. Lizzy went to bed that night, terribly worried about her sister.

Jane's condition over night, worsened and a letter was received at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet read the letter aloud to Lizzy and Mr. Bennet. It stated that Jane has a fever and the doctor had been called for. “She will be well cared for at Netherfield, but Mr. Darcy will have little opportunity to see her,” cried Mrs. Bennet, “What!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed as she read on silently.

“What is it Mrs. Bennet?” asked her husband.

“Mr. Bingley states that Jane had been calling for Lizzy and he is asking that she come to stay with Jane until she is feeling better! Have you ever heard of anything so ridicules?”

Lizzy sat silently at the table. “Of course she will not go,” replied Mr. Bennet.

“I should say not,” said Mrs. Bennet, “we will send him a response and tell him that Elizabeth is unwell herself and cannot possibly care for Jane.”

Mrs. Bennet rose to write her letter when the door to the sitting room opened; Mr. Bingley and Miss Bingley were announced.

Bingley saw the letter in Mrs. Bennet's hand, “You have only just read it,” said Mr. Bingley, “I am sorry, I should have given you more time, before I came to collect Miss Bennet.”

“That is most kind of you,” said Lizzy quickly.

“I am sorry that we bring you such news, but I am sure she will be quick to improve with her sister at her side. She has been calling for you,” said Bingley.

Lizzy rose from the chair and did not look at either of her parents. “I have yet to pack,” she said nervously.

“Perhaps your mother could see to your things and I will send from my carriage to collect your trunk later,” Bingley offered her arm to Lizzy, which she took with some hesitation.

There was little that Mrs. Bennet could say or do, except watch Lizzy leave with the Bingley's.
“Mind the mud,” said Bingley smiling, as he handed Lizzy into the carriage. She did not venture a look to the house. She sat straight up in her seat and smiled nervously. She could not believe that she had just gone against her parent's wishes and left with the Bingley's. Even more surprising to her, was Mr. Bingley's forwardness in taking Lizzy away.

Upon arriving at Netherfield, Lizzy was shown directly to Jane's room. The doctor was still present and Lizzy sat down directly at her sister's side. She wiped the damp hair from her sister's brow and spoke softly to her. “I am here Jane,” she said.

At five o'clock, Lizzy was shown to her room, situated conveniently across the hall from Jane's. She changed and felt it only proper, to accept an offer to join the Bingley's and Darcy for dinner. She did so reluctantly, as Jane was still not well. The maid had promised to call for her, should Jane's condition change, or if Jane called for her.

To all the inquires of Jane's health, Lizzy could not make a favorable answer. Once seated, Miss Bingley kept Mr. Darcy engaged in conversation. The Hurst's said very little to each other and even less to the rest of the table. Only Mr. Bingley spoke to Lizzy at length, though Mr. Darcy did speak on occasion, when Miss Bingley gap in the conversation allowed.

When dinner was over, Lizzy returned directly to Jane. Miss Bingley began abusing Lizzy and soon as she knew she would not be overheard. Her manners, it was decided, were very bad indeed; she was impertinent and had no sense of style, any beauty or taste. To all of this, Mrs. Hurst was in full agreement.

Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst came to see Jane briefly before setting off for their rooms. Lizzy did not quit her at all until very late in the evening, when she saw to it that Jane was sleeping. She was shown to the drawing room where she found the whole party gathered. Seated for cards, she was asked to join them. Declining the offer, Lizzy stated instead thought to amuse herself with a book.

“Prefer reading to cards,” said Mr. Hurst, “very singular.”

“Miss Eliza despises cards, is a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else,” replied Miss Bingley.

“I deserve neither such praise nor such censure,” said Lizzy without thinking, “I am not a great reader and take pleasure in many things.”

Embarrassed by her forwardness, Lizzy walked farther into the room and away from the card table, she spied a chess set on another table. “Do you play?” she heard Darcy asked.

“A little,” she said, “with my uncle.”

“Would you care for a game?” Darcy was standing directly behind her now.
“If you would like.”

Darcy held a chair for Lizzy and the game was set. He quizzed her on her knowledge and soon the game began. The game was played with relative speed and soon, “checkmate,” was called.

Darcy stared at the board. “Thank you for the game,” Lizzy said rising from the chair. “I believe I will find a book now.”

Darcy rose and watched her walk away. Bingley walked over to where Darcy was, “It was nice of you, to be a good sport and let her win,” whispered Bingley, as he glanced at the chessboard. “You are never so kind to me.”

“That is the interesting part,” Darcy laughed softly, “I did not let her win!”

Bingley chuckled. “Met your match have you?” he said patting Darcy on the shoulder.

Lizzy began to browse some books. “I cannot believe we have such a small collection of books,” Miss Bingley said to her brother. “What a delightful collection you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy.”

“It ought to be good,” Darcy replied, “it is the work of many generations.”

Miss Bingley left the card table and took a book from a side table but gave it little attention. She soon inquired after Miss Darcy. “Is your sister much grown since the spring? Is she as tall as me?” Miss Bingley laughed.

“She is about Miss Elizabeth's height, if not a little taller,” Darcy replied.

“And so accomplished,” cried Miss Bingley, “Her performance at the pianoforte is exquisite.”

“It is amazing,” said Bingley, “how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished, as they all are.”

Miss Bingley was very amused as she listened to her brother list, what he felt were the best of ladies accomplishments.

“I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general,” replied Darcy, “I know but half a dozen, whom I would consider accomplished.”

“Then you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman,” replied Lizzy.

“Yes; I do comprehend a great deal in it,” Darcy replied as he walked over to Lizzy, several books in his hands.

“Oh,” said Miss Bingley, “no one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the languages.”

Darcy, who was standing very near to Lizzy said, “Do you think it is unladylike to be scampering about the countryside?” he smiled and winked at her playfully.

She was shocked and more than a little amused. “Only if you are caught doing so,” replied Lizzy, who was now looking at the books, Darcy was holding.

“She must also posses,” continued Miss Bingley a little louder, “a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions.”

“If all this is the case, I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women Mr. Darcy,” Lizzy replied, finally taking a book from his hand, “I rather wonder now, at your knowing any.”

“You are rather severe upon your own sex!” exclaimed Miss Bingley.

Darcy was rather amused as Lizzy flipped thought the pages of the book. “And to all this she must yet add something more substantial,” he said.

Lizzy looked up at Darcy. “In the improvement of her mind,” Lizzy said, closing the book, “by extensive reading?”

Lizzy quickly bid everyone a good night. With the door firmly shut behind her, Lizzy hurried to Jane's room, not stopping until she reached it. The maid was excused and Lizzy sat down next to the bed, still gripping the book close to her chest.

She was reprimanding herself for her behavior in the drawing room but the combination between Miss Bingley's comments and Darcy's apparent playful behavior, brought out the side of her, she was often made to suppress.

As soon as she had quitted the room Miss Bingley apologized to Darcy. “What ever for?” he asked her.

“Why for Miss Bennet of course,” was her reply.

“There is no need for an apology Miss Bingley,” Darcy smiled a his friend, “I found the conversation, rather refreshing.”

Miss Bingley soon retired for the evening, leaving Darcy and Bingley to themselves. Darcy sat quietly in the chair.

“You are deep in thought tonight my friend,” said Bingley, handing Darcy a glass of port.

“Sorry Bingley,” Darcy replied, taking the glass.

“What is on your mind?”

“Miss Elizabeth,” Darcy replied simply.

“Really?” said Bingley smiling. “I never would have guessed.”

Darcy looked at his friend. “What exactly are you implying?”

“Oh nothing Darcy, except…”

“Yes?”

“You do seem quite…well, interested in the concerns of Miss Elizabeth.”

Darcy rose from his chair and walked to the window, staring out into the darkness. “What do you think of her?” he finally asked.

“I would much rather think of her sister and leave Elizabeth to you.”

“Bingley,” replied Darcy in a warning tone.

Bingley groaned. “Very well. I like her very much. I think, no, I know Miss Elizabeth is poorly treated. I feel excessively sorry for them both, Miss Elizabeth more particularly. Both ladies live miserably. Jane worries about her sister very much.” Bingley rose to stand next to his friend. “But why are you so interested. I would not think Elizabeth to be your type.”

“I do not understand Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.”

“Nor do I, but Darcy…”

“But what? Speak your mind Bingley.”

“Do you think it is wise for you to pay Elizabeth to much attention. I know you hate to see such an injustice but I doubt she wants your pity and it may…”

“My pity!” exclaimed Darcy.

“What would you call it then?” asked Bingley.

Darcy moved away and made no answer to his friend. He sat in the chair he had previously occupied. “Darcy? Darcy!” Darcy looked up at his friend.

“What is going on with you? Bingley asked. Darcy shook his head. “Come on man, out with it.”

Still Darcy made no reply. Bingley looked at him questionably. “You are taken with her!” Well, well. When did this happy event occur?”

“I am not engaged Bingley.”

“Not yet!” Bingley laughed, “I am sorry Darcy, but this is surprising news.”

“There is something about Miss Elizabeth, she is…”

“Unique?” Bingley offered.

“I can not say why she intrigues me but the more she is around me, the more I wish to know her. I do not understand it but there is more to her than meets the eye. She forgets herself at times, letting her playfulness show.”

“Some would call it pertness,” replied Bingley with a grin.

“You call it what you like. It is refreshing to find a woman with a mind of her own.”

“Perhaps you are just bringing out the worst in her?”

“Or the best,” suggested Darcy.

“Maybe she as put a spell on you,” laughed Bingley.

“Maybe it is her fine eyes,” Darcy replied almost to himself.

“Oh no!” exclaimed Bingley.

“What?”

“Have another drink old man,” Bingley said taking Darcy's glass and filling it up, “If you are already think of her fine eyes, she had gotten into your head. It will not be long now before she possesses the rest of you!”

“Look who is talking!” exclaimed Darcy, “If you call Jane an angel one more time, I shall be ill.”

“Shut up and drink,” replied Bingley, handing Darcy back his glass, “To the Bennet ladies,” said Bingley. Both men took a hearty gulp and laughed.

“So now we have a problem that must be dealt with,” said Bingley.

“What might that be?” asked Darcy.

“Lets see,” Bingley contemplated, “The Bennet's all think you and Jane are forming an attachment. You wish to get to know Elizabeth better and the parents will not allow that, I am sure. Jane and I grow tired of hiding our affections for each other. What are we to do? We must act on the side of decorum, yet I do not know how we can fix this mess!”

Darcy and Bingley sat quietly for some time. Bingley noticed a grin on Darcy's face. “I am not going to like what you are thinking, am I?”

“Perhaps not,” replied Darcy, “but it is the only way it will work.”

“Alright, what do you have in mind?”

Darcy's grin grew large, “I believe Bingley, it is time for you to plan a ball.”

“A ball!” exclaimed Bingley.

Darcy nodded. “A ball.”

“I am afraid I do not follow you.'

“You will,” said Darcy raising his glass to his friend.

Chapter Six

Lizzy spent all night at her sister's side. Morning showed little change in Jane and so a letter was dispatched to Longbourn.

Mrs. Bennet soon arrived at Netherfield and was at Jane's side. Lizzy left the room with her mother after her brief visit. Bingley and Darcy were waiting in the hall.

While everyone was concerned for Jane's health, Lizzy was looking worn and tired. Mrs. Bennet chattered on about Jane, seemingly oblivious to Lizzy and her well being, Mr. Bingley spoke up.

“Miss Bennet,” he said, “will you not sit down?” he gestured to a nearby chair.

“Thank you sir,” Lizzy replied, relieved to be sitting.

“Is there anything I might get for you?” he asked.

“I am fine Mr. Bingley, just a little tired, having sat all night with Jane.”

“While I understand you are worried over your sister, you must promise me, you will take great care of yourself.”

“I will Mr. Bingley, do not worry.”

“While Jane is obviously still to ill to be moved,” Mrs. Bennet said, “Perhaps it is best Elizabeth returns home with me now.”

“I will not hear of either of them being removed from Netherfield. Jane, I am sure, does well with her sister present,” said Bingley, “Miss Elizabeth will rest for the morning and will be good as new, I am sure.”

Mrs. Bennet took Lizzy back into Jane's room to say goodbye to Jane. “You will come home with me this instant!” cried Mrs. Bennet.

“I wish to stay with Jane, Mama and Mr. Bingley wishes me to stay.”

“I do not care to oblige Mr. Bingley. You will come home this moment.”

Lizzy straightened her back and looked squarely at her mother. “I will not,” she said firmly.

“Obstinate, headstrong girl. You will do as you are told and not make a scene.”

Lizzy knew her mother would not make a scene. “I will stay here Mama, until Jane is well enough to go home.”

“Just you wait Miss Lizzy, you father will hear of this!” Mrs. Bennet stormed from the room, leaving a visibly shaken Lizzy.

When the maid entered the room, she told Lizzy she was there to sit with Jane and she was told to convey Mr. Bingley's wishes that she rest for the morning and to take some breakfast in her room.

Lizzy did as Mr. Bingley wished and felt rather refreshed. To ad to her day, Jane's fever had broken and Lizzy spent time with Jane before seeing her to sleep.

Below stairs, Lizzy could find no one. The weather was cool but beautiful so she prepared to take a walk about the grounds.

She was slipping on her gloves when Mr. Darcy spotted her. “Good afternoon,” he said.

Lizzy turned and smiled, Darcy had not seen her looking so bright and happy. “Good afternoon to you.”

“If you permit me to say so, you are looking much better now.”

Lizzy blushed. “I am indeed, for the rest did me good and Jane's fever has broke. She is resting more comfortably now.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“It is a great relief.”

“You appear to be going for a walk. Would you like some company?”

Lizzy was torn between the desire for some solitude and the happy thought of having Darcy join her. She consented and they were soon strolling about, staying close to the house.

Darcy engaged her in all manner of topics and seemed genuinely interested in her opinions, though she could tell he was shocked at times, she felt oddly comfortable in expressing them to him, for he seemed not to judge her.

A lull in the conversation gave Lizzy time to dwell on Darcy. She could understand why Jane found his company pleasing and surmised that the only reason Darcy was being so civil to her was do to the fact he and Jane were becoming close and Lizzy would soon be calling him brother. A thought, though she was truly happy for Jane, brought her great upset.

“Miss Bennet…Miss Bennet?”

“Oh! I am sorry Mr. Darcy, my thoughts were elsewhere.”

Darcy smiled. “Indeed they were. You must not worry. You will soon see your sister much improved, I am sure.”

“You are right, of course.”

They returned to the house and Lizzy checked on Jane, who was still sleeping. Taking her bonnet and things to her room, Lizzy paused to look in the mirror. She envied Jane for many things but perusing her own refection she realized, perhaps for the first time, that her appearance would not be so bad, if she would take the time to prepare herself, as Jane did.

Over the next few days, Jane's health continued to improve and Lizzy, borrowing a couple of Jane's dresses began to transform herself. It did not go unnoticed by anyone, especially Jane, who was more than delighted. At length, Jane was finally able to join Lizzy and the others.

“You look very pretty tonight Lizzy,” said Jane.

“Thank you Jane,” Lizzy replied, blushing.

Jane was happily received and situated near the fire of the drawing room, lest she be subjected to a draft. Lizzy sat on the settee, across from her sister. Darcy had been wiring a letter, and thanks to Miss Bingley's ramblings, it was determined that the letter was to his sister.

“You write uncommonly fast,” exclaimed Miss Bingley.

“You are mistaken,” Darcy was heard in reply, “I write rather slowly.”

Jane and Lizzy looked to each other, amused by the conversation between the two. Miss Bingley took the opportunity to advise the room at how very ill her brother was at letter writing.

“My ideas flow so rapidly, I have not time to express them. Therefore my letter tend to convey no ideas at all,” Bingley replied, standing tall and smiling.

“Bingley you astonish me,” Darcy laughed, “Taking such pride in your defects of writing.” Darcy shook his head.

The room soon quieted and Caroline became restless. She approached Lizzy and asked, “Miss Elizabeth, would you let me persuade you, to follow my example and take a turn about the room?”

She agreed reluctantly and rose. As they walked about the room Bingley moved to sit closer to Jane.

“Mr. Darcy,” Caroline said, “Will you not join us?”

Darcy set down his pen and stared at the pair. “I can only imagine two reasons why you should wish to talk up and down the room and my joining you would interfere with both.” Darcy smiled.

“Whatever could he mean?” Caroline asked Lizzy.

“I think it best not to inquire!” replied Lizzy.

“But we must. I insist on knowing your meaning sir.”

“Very well,” smiled Darcy, “Firstly, you may have something very private to discuss, in which case I would be in your way.”

“And the second?” Caroline asked.

“The second,” Darcy laughed, “is that you both are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking, and I might best admire them from my current position.”

“Darcy you rake!” laughed Bingley.

“Shocking! Abominable reply!” cried Caroline. “How are we to punish him Miss Elizabeth?”

“You know Mr. Darcy far better than I,” said Lizzy to Caroline, “but since I care not for retaliating, perhaps Mr. Darcy should just return to writing his letter.”

Caroline, unsatisfied that she could not stir up Lizzy's impertinence, walked away in a huff. Lizzy eyed Darcy shyly; he however, smiled at her so warmly, she could not help but do the same.

Chapter 7

It was several more days before Jane was deemed well enough to return home. Lizzy loathed the thought and told Jane what had transpired between herself and their mother in the sickroom.

Jane was surprised that Lizzy had stood her ground with their mother and promised to do all she could to help Lizzy though, what was sure to be a rough time.

A letter was sent to Longbourn, informing them of the return of their daughters, planned for that same afternoon. Mrs. Bennet watched the carriage approach the house. No sooner, had the Bennet sisters entered the house, than her father whisked Lizzy into the study.

Jane could hear her fathers voice from the sitting room, to which her mother had taken her. Jane assured her mother that she was well recovered and not in need of rest.

“Why is Papa so upset with Lizzy?” Jane asked, already knowing the answer.

Mrs. Bennet was all to eager to tell Jane everything. “Insolent girl!”

“Mama, please,” replied Jane, “she was just worried about me and I so much needed her with me at Netherfield.”

“You had Miss Bingley to sit with you,” said Mrs. Bennet.

Jane heard the door to the study open and rose from her seat. In the hall she saw Lizzy, her face wetted with tears. “Lizzy, what can I do?” she said as she approached her.

“There is nothing you can do Jane,” cried Lizzy, “I hate this house!” she exclaimed as she ran up the stairs.

Jane went to follow but was stopped by her father. “Let her be Jane,” he said. “Elizabeth should not be surprised. She cannot speak to her mother in such a way and not expect to be punished for it.”

“But Papa, she was only thinking of me.”

“I have no wish to discuss this with you Jane, you best return to your mother,” replied Mr. Bennet before shutting himself inside his study once again.

Jane looked to the sitting room and quickly ascended the stairs, not stopping until she reached Lizzy's room. “It is Jane,” she said, lightly rapping on the door.

She was bid to enter and did so quickly. Lizzy was crying into her pillow, a scene Jane had often seen but was never used to. Jane curled up to Lizzy and offered her what comfort she could, knowing that it could do little.

“It is not so bad,” Lizzy finally said, “I am to keep to my room and I am not to wait upon any visitors until father has felt I have learned my lesson.”

“Oh Lizzy, I wish there was something that I could do,” cried Jane.

“I hate it here Jane, I wish I could leave here.”

Jane did not know what to say to Lizzy. She had often felt that way herself. While her parents gave her everything she needed, it pained her greatly to see her sister so distressed.

“If I ever leave this house Lizzy, rest assured, I will take you as well,” whispered Jane.

“You know that it can not be possible Jane, but do not fret, I will not always be a Longbourn.” Lizzy's comment frightened Jane, but all requests for an explanation went unheeded.

It was some weeks later, when an invitation to a ball at Netherfield was received at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet was delighted. Mr. Darcy had called frequently at Longbourn but a ball was just the thing to show the neighbors the budding romance between Mr. Darcy and Jane.

Mrs. Bennet talked of nothing else the entire day and barely stopped speaking at dinner long enough to eat. “We will have to purchase some new fabric for you Jane,” said Mrs. Bennet excitedly.

“I believe Lizzy could use with a new dress as well,” replied Jane, smiling across the table at her sister. “It would do her good to have something new.”

“Lizzy with not be in need of a new dress, since she will not being attending.”

The color drained from Lizzy's face and Jane exclaimed loudly. “Mother! You cannot be serious!”

Lizzy did little to contain her upset. “I am very serious. Lizzy is not to leave this house and there are no exceptions.”

Jane was furious and Lizzy had never seen Jane look so. Jane rose from her chair and moved around the table to Lizzy. “If Lizzy does not attend the ball with me,” she said reaching for Lizzy's hand and urging her to stand, “then I will not attend either!”

Jane guided Lizzy out of the room, Mrs. Bennet was screaming at Jane. “Go upstairs Lizzy,” said Jane firmly. Lizzy did as her sister bid.

The shouting continued and Lizzy felt helpless. It was some time before the familiar rap at the door signaled Jane's presence.

“What has gotten into you Jane?” asked Lizzy.

“Everything Lizzy,” said Jane who sat, facing her. Tears began to well up in her eyes. “I am as tired of this house as you Lizzy, though I have not been treated as cruelly as you. I will not attend that ball without Lizzy. I will not!” cried Jane.

For the first time ever, it was Lizzy who was consoling Jane. Lizzy let her cry on for some time before finally speaking. “It is alright Jane, please do not cry any longer,” she said as Jane continued to cry in Lizzy's arms. “Soon things will become easier here, I am sure of it. Wait, and you will see.”

Jane's cries stopped, her sorrow and pain now replaced with fear. “What do you mean by that Lizzy?” she exclaimed, looking earnestly at her sister. Jane took Lizzy by the arms and shook her. “Tell me Lizzy! You are frightening me!”

“Do not be frightened Jane,” Lizzy forced a smile upon her face, “I only mean to say, that things will work out, you will see.”

Jane was not convinced and as the days led up to the ball, Jane kept a close eye on Lizzy. When the day of the ball finally came, she was relieved to see that Lizzy was excited about attending the ball.

Chapter 8

Jane entered Lizzy's room to see her sister, staring at her reflections. “You look beautiful Lizzy,” she said and watched as a blush appeared on her sister's face. Since their mother would not purchase a new dress for Lizzy, Jane found one of her own, which with a few adjustments fit her perfectly.

For the first time in her life, Jane would say that Lizzy looked positively radiant. The fabric was beautiful and was the design of the dress; flowers adorned Lizzy's hair, which completed her look perfectly.

“Thank you for the dress Jane and for helping me alter it.”

“You are most welcomed Lizzy.” Jane smiled. “You shall not be in want of any partners tonight dearest Lizzy.”

“I am sure you are wrong Jane, but I do plan on enjoying myself as much as I can tonight.”

“Indeed I am not wrong and I am glad to hear you plan on having fun.”

Mrs. Bennet called to her daughters and was truly shocked to see Lizzy come down the stairs. She scolded Jane for ruining one of her good dress. Jane simply replied that she would not see Lizzy in an old dress and walked past her mother.

Meanwhile at Netherfield, Bingley fussed with his cravat for the hundredth time. “Are you sure this will work?” he asked Darcy.

“Not really,” was the reply.

“Great!”

“Look,” said Darcy, patting his friend on the back, “if you were to go to Mr. Bennet now and ask for Jane's hand, what do you think he would say?”

“Nothing,” replied Bingley, “He would throw me out of the house and tell me never to return, that Jane is meant for you!”

“Exactly, so the only way to let everyone know of you regard for Jane is to publicly show your preference for the lady and at what better place than a ball.”

“Am I to assume that you will be showing your preference tonight as well?”

“Perhaps.”

“This could all fall to pieces Darcy. Mrs. Bennet has made it known throughout Meryton that you call on Jane frequently.”

“That is the beauty of it. Mrs. Bennet's word is all anyone has to go on. I have been very careful, not to have been scene with Jane so we did rise any suspicion.”

“People will question it still.”

“So let them question it. Who cares, Mrs. Bennet is well known for her stretching of the facts.”

“I hope you are right. I still think we should have told Jane of our plan.”

Darcy smiled. “She will find out soon enough.”

The short ride to Netherfield filled Lizzy with fear and excitement. She felt oddly out of place, almost overdone in her new dress. Jane assured her that she looked perfect and any attention form friends and acquaintances on her new look, though surprising, would be a positive complement to her.

Mrs. Bennet was still furious with bother her daughters, but would not face any negative gossip, which there would be much of, if they did not attend the ball. It was bad enough, that Mr. Bennet decided he could not be attending. More over, Mrs. Bennet did not want to lose the opportunity for Darcy and Jane to have more time together.

Lizzy and Jane climbed the steps of Netherfield, arm and arm. Jane knew Lizzy was nervous for she could feel her trembling and patter her sister's arm. The Bennets enters and greeted their hosts. Mrs. Bennet topped to speak with close friends while Jane and Lizzy walked on.

“Good evening ladies,” smiled Mr. Bingley.

“Good evening,” replied the girls.

“May I have the honor of escorting you both into the ballroom?”

Jane accepted immediately, taking Bingley's arm. He turned and offered his other arm to Lizzy. She accepted hesitantly. Bingley smiled and led them away.
Lizzy was shocked at the number of people in attendance. She also noted that look of surprises as her neighbors looked upon her. She should not have been surprised, since she had never before given much thought or effort in her appearance. She remembered Jane's advice and held her head high, smiling and acknowledging her acquaintances.

Looking about the room, Lizzy did not pay much attention to what Mr. Bingley was saying. Lizzy's eyes eventually met with Darcy's, who was across the room. He smiled at seeing her and moved to join them.

“Good evening,” said Darcy as he bowed to Lizzy.

“Good evening Mr. Darcy,” Lizzy replied.

Lizzy was horrified when, without a word, Bingley moved his arm and walked off with Jane. She was still watching them when Darcy asked.

“I hope you have come eager to dance?”

“I…I do not dance very often,” she replied.

“Well, let this be one of the occasions you do.” Lizzy smiled nervously. “In fact, if you are not otherwise engaged, may I be so bold as to claim the first two dances?”

“Sir…I had not…” she was wondering why Darcy would not want to dance the first set with Jane, “that is I…I…” she did not know how to politely decline, “I thank you…yes.”

The smile Darcy bestowed on her was both a welcomed delight and a torture all at once. While being able to dance with the man who was often on her mind, was exciting, her mind would not let her forget the attention he shows to Jane and of her mother's expectations of them to be soon married.

They stood for some time talking before Mrs. Bennet interrupted them. “I beg your pardon Mr. Darcy, but I require my daughters presence.”

“Yes of course,” replied Darcy with a bow.

Mrs. Bennet took Lizzy by the arm and led her away. “What on earth do you mean Elizabeth, by keeping Mr. Darcy from Jane?”

“But Mama he…”

“Do not make any excuses. Jane has been with Mr. Bingley since we arrived. What could you possibly have to speak to Mr. Darcy about?”

“He approached me Mama,” Lizzy replied, “and he has asked for the first two dance.”

“He what!” cried Mrs. Bennet a bit too loudly, then more quietly said, “You had the good sense not to accept him.” Lizzy could not respond as they were joined by several of their neighbors.

As her mother spoke to the neighbors, Lizzy eyes scanned the room finding what they sought; she could tell that Mr. Darcy had been observing them. Her eyes did not leave him as she heard the music begin for the first set of the evening.

She watched him with apprehension as he made his way to her. He bowed to the group and handing out his hand, said to Lizzy. “Miss Bennet, I believe this is our dance.”

She knew she could not refuse him in front of the others and silently took his hand and let him lead her away. When the comment was made about Darcy and Lizzy dancing Mrs. Bennet assured her friends that Mr. Darcy was dancing with Lizzy out of pity. “He knows how much Lizzy means to Jane and is just being kind to her.” Mrs. Bennet silently fumed and became more irate when she saw that Mr. Bingley was dancing with Jane.

As the dance began, Darcy smiled warmly at Lizzy. While she didn't dance often, she was still good. She was thankful of the practicing that her and Jane often did at Longbourn, humming the tunes as they danced about.

With the second dance complete, Darcy took Lizzy's hand and escorted her to the refreshment table. “Miss Elizabeth,” he smiled, handing her a glass of punch.

“Thank you,” she said, before taking a small sip.

“Thank you,” he replied.

Lizzy and Jane enjoyed many dances and at one point in the evening Bingley managed to let Jane in on their plan. Jane, though delighted she would not have to hide, the consequence of their actions would have to be dealt with, and that worried her.

As much as Mrs. Bennet tired to interfere with Lizzy's evening, Darcy saw to it that she enjoyed herself. Jane too, managed to have fun. Whenever Jane danced with Darcy, Bingley partnered himself with Lizzy.

Lizzy and Jane were taking some refreshment when Darcy approached them. Lizzy looked up at him through her lashes and she was confused when he took her glass from her hands. “Another dance?” he smiled holding out his arm for her to take.

She glanced at Jane, who nodded. “Thank you, I would love to.” Lizzy replied, taking his arm.

They had not taken but a few steps when Lizzy stopped. Darcy urged her on, “Mr. Darcy stop. I cannot dance with you,” she said letting go of his arm.

“Why not?”

“This is a waltz and I have never learnt it.”

Darcy smiled. “There is no time to learn, like the present.”

Reluctantly, Lizzy took his arm again. Before they reached the dance floor, Mrs. Bennet cut them off. “What are you doing Elizabeth?” she asked not looking at Darcy.

“Your daughter has granted me another dance Mrs. Bennet,” Darcy replied.

“I believe,” said Mrs. Bennet turning to Darcy, “she has danced enough this evening.”

Darcy could feel Lizzy tense up, as her had began to squeeze his arm. “I do believe you are wrong Mrs. Bennet and unless you wish to cause a scene, you will excuse us.” Darcy placed his hand over Lizzy's and moved by Mrs. Bennet.

Reluctantly, Lizzy placed her hands where Darcy indicated. He instructed her on the steps and began slowly. She found the moves simple and Darcy soon had her floating across the dance floor. She stumbled once or twice, Darcy smiling at her when she faltered.

When the dance was over, Mrs. Bennet was quick to remove Lizzy from Darcy's side. She took Lizzy roughly by the arm and did not let go until she had found an unoccupied room. “I demand,” cried Mrs. Bennet sitting Lizzy down, “to know what is going on here.”

“I do not know what you mean Mama.”

“Do not lie to me Elizabeth. What did you do or say when Jane was ill at Netherfield to distract Mr. Darcy from your sister?”

“I did not do or say anything!”

“Do you know that I have spent this evening trying to come up with excuses why my dear Jane has been the full attention of Mr. Bingley when they know full well that she is intended for Mr. Darcy. Especially when they know of Mr. Darcy's calling upon her,” frustrated, Mrs. Bennet sat opposite her daughter, “I cannot for the life of my understand what Mr. Darcy could possibly see in you!”

“Everything that you do not perhaps!” Lizzy rose and moved for the door.

Mrs. Bennet stopped her. “You are not going anywhere until I have my questions answered.”

“I have no answers to give you.”

“So, you will not oblige me. Your father will know how to deal with you. Until I decide we are to leave, you will stay at my side, you will not speak to anyone and will most certainly refuse any more offers to dance.”

“You are more determined than ever,” shouted Lizzy, “to see that I am never happy. Blame me for everything that does not happen as you wish. Perhaps you should stop looking at me and start blaming yourself for your own failing!”

Lizzy had no time to react as her mother slapped her soundly across the face. “You will be made to pay for this Elizabeth. I promise you, you will be sorry for it.”

Lizzy bolted for the door; she turned only long enough to say, “I hate you!” before running off. Jane had seen her run from the room and called after her. She was passing the door, when her mother emerged. “Mama, what has happened?”

Mrs. Bennet would not answer but suggested they return to the ballroom. “I must go after her,” said Jane.

“You will leave her,” replied Mrs. Bennet, “you had better direct your attentions to Mr. Darcy.”

Jane tried to stay composed as she entered the ballroom with her mother holding tightly to her arm. Bingley and Darcy noticed Jane's distress and soon joined them. Darcy inquired after Lizzy.

“Oh,” replied Mrs. Bennet calmly, “She is about somewhere.”

Jane was distressed. “They had an argument,” Jane said to Bingley, “I am feared she has run off.”

“Bite your tongue,” replied Mrs. Bennet.

“Is this true?” asked Darcy.

Mrs. Bennet laughed. “It was not an argument, we were just talking. She needed some fresh air is all.”

“No,” cried Jane, “she ran from the house and I am worried.”

“Do not be alarmed,” said Bingley, “We will go look for her,” he said looking at Darcy.

“Yes of course,” Darcy replied.

The gentlemen left discreetly, but their efforts to find Lizzy were in vain. “I am sorry,” said Bingley as they approached Jane, “we could not find her.”

“Is it possible she would try and walk home?” asked Darcy.

“It would not surprise me Mr. Darcy,” replied Jane.

“I will have a horse saddled at once,” said Darcy to Jane. “Please excuse me.”

“I will go with you,” replied Bingley. “People are already leaving.”

“You are the host and should stay here.” Darcy did not wait for Bingley's response but turned on his heals and was gone.

When the last of the guests had left, Bingley ordered a search of the house and grounds for Lizzy. Bingley was just walking up the step of Netherfield when he heard a horse galloping. Though he could not actually see that is was Darcy, he knew it to be him.

“She has not arrived at Longbourn!”

“What!” cried Bingley.

“I came upon the Bennet's as they were exciting their carriage and asked Jane to look inside for her, but she was not there. We need to search the route between Netherfield and Longbourn.”

“In the darkness, that will be difficult,” replied Bingley.

“I can not let her be out all night. I must know that is well.”

Chapter 9

The search for Lizzy went on well into the following day. Bingley and Darcy called at Longbourn several times, receiving civil greetings from the Bennet's but nothing more. They were told that they had not seen Lizzy since the night before but that they did have people looking for her. Requests to speak to Jane were denied; they were told she was to distressed to have visitors.

Jane managed to leave the house however, to meet with the gentleman and expressed her concern and relay her thanks for everything that they were doing. “Lizzy knows these areas very well. As a child she rambled out constantly. Even though as we got older, we were restricted to the gardens, she would often slip away. She must be injured if she has not yet come home.”

“Have you considered the possibility that she has run off?” Darcy asked.

“I hate to think of it being possible,” replied Jane.

“But if it were possible, if she has done it. Where could she go?” asked Bingley.

“I do not know!” exclaimed Jane.

“Please Jane, think,” said Darcy, “There must be some place she would go. A friend or family member, who would take her in.”

Jane thought a moment. “My aunt and uncle, the Gardiner's. They have a house in London. I suppose, if Lizzy was to go anywhere, it would be there.”

“Can you get your parents, or can you yourself, to send word to the Gardiner's.”

“I will do it,” replied Jane.

“Jane,” said Darcy, “you can give the letter to me. I will take it to them personally.”

“What?” replied Bingley.

“If Elizabeth is on her way to London, I may have the good luck to see her along the way. If not, I must speak to the Gardiner's when I arrive.”

“You have not met my aunt and uncle.”

“In times such as these Jane, one must set propriety aside.”

“Very well.” Jane returned to the house and the gentlemen promised to return within the hour. When Bingley and Darcy arrived back at Netherfield, Darcy ordered his things packed and sent ahead by carriage. Darcy ate while a fresh horse was being readied for him. He was determined to do this and nothing Bingley said could detour him. As soon as the horse was ready, he would return to Longbourn to retrieve Jane's letter and he would set off for London.

“Why are you doing this?” Bingley asked his friend, “We do not know that she had even gone to London.”

“I have to do something Bingley. This is all my fault.”

“Your fault? How so?” Bingley asked.

“It was my idea, the ball that is. I should have known something would happen but I truly felt it was the only way.”

“You are not to blame.”

“I am, and now I must do all I can to help Elizabeth.”

Jane had watched for Darcy and upon seeing him approach, made to greet him. She bid him to stay on his horse and handed him the letter she had written. “Take care William.”

“I will Jane. You must not worry, she will be found.” Jane nodded. and watched as Darcy rode off.

London

Darcy knocked firmly upon the door. The servant answered and Darcy inquired after Mr. Gardiner, stating urgent business. A lady then entered the foyer and she looked at Darcy questionably. “Would you be Mrs. Gardiner?” he asked.

“I am Sir.”

“I am sorry to disturb you and please forgive me for being rude, but I have an urgent matter I must discuss. My name is Mr. Darcy,” he said, “I have something here for you,” he said reaching into his pocket, “a letter from Jane.”

The servant was dismissed and Mrs. Gardiner took the letter from Darcy. She asked Darcy to follow her. They entered the drawing room and Mrs. Gardiner motioned for Darcy to sit, which he did.

Mrs. Gardiner sat across from him and opened the letter tentatively. Reading Jane's letter, Mrs. Gardiner put her handkerchief to her face. “I cannot believe it!” cried Mrs. Gardiner, “dearest Lizzy. What is being done to find her?” she asked Darcy.

“A full search has been done of Netherfield House and as we speak, Mr. Bingley has people searching the ground and surrounding countryside for her. I have come to London, hoping she was already here or at the very least, you have heard from her. Jane believes she may try and come to you. I have searched along the way and made inquiries but to no avail.”

“I am sorry Mr. Darcy, I have not seen nor heard from Lizzy. Jane writes that you would fill me in on the details of what happened.”

Darcy began to convey to her the extent of his involvement with the Bennet family. Most especially the final events that led up to Lizzy's disappearance and when Darcy finished he asked, “Will you welcome her into your home?”

“Rest assured Mr. Darcy, that we both adore our niece and she will certainly be, without hesitation, welcomed into our home, the poor dear.”

“You are well aware then of her…” Darcy paused to find the right words.

“Family situation,” Mrs. Gardiner offered. Darcy nodded. “Yes I am,” continued Mrs. Gardiner, “the poor girl. We make an effort to take her away from that house, as much as her parents would permit us. She is truly a wonderful girl and her uncle and I love her dearly.”

“Mrs. Gardiner, if you would permit me. I should like to offer my services to you.”

“That is most kind of you Mr. Darcy.”

“I should like to speak to your husband at his earliest convenience.”

“Yes of course Mr. Darcy. I will speak to him the moment he arrives. I do not know how long he will be, will you not stay and have some tea.”

“Thank you Mrs. Gardiner, but I cannot. I have a house in town and I should like to change and I know of a few people, that may be able to help us,” said Darcy rising. “I should write to them as soon as I can.”

“I will not keep you any longer then Mr. Darcy. It was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure was all mine Mrs. Gardiner. I just wish the circumstances had been more pleasant.”

“As do I,”

Darcy quitted the house, feeling somewhat relieved at meeting Mrs. Gardiner. He made straight for his study, upon arriving at his townhouse. Soon, several letters were dispatched and it was there that he took his meal.

No sooner was the tray cleared than the door to the study was opened. “A Mr. Gardiner to see you sir.”

“Show him in,” Darcy replied, coming around from behind his desk.

The gentlemen shook hands and Darcy knew by the look on Mr. Gardiner's face, that there was no new news of Lizzy.

Darcy found himself once again, repeating his history with the Bennet family and Mr. Gardiner was very obliging in answering what questions Darcy had.

“Do you think,” asked Mr. Gardiner, “since you and Lizzy are acquainted, that she might try and see you here in London Mr. Darcy?”

“I doubt it. While we are well acquainted, she does not know where my house is London is. I have left instructions that Miss Elizabeth is to be made welcome should she find her way to my home.”

“You are very kind Mr. Darcy.”

“I only wish I could do more.”

Mr. Gardiner shook his head. “I do not know what I would do if anything ever happened to my niece Mr. Darcy. She is very dear to both Mrs. Gardiner and myself. She has been treated very poorly, and unjustly so.”

“Might I ask you,” Darcy paused.

“You may speak freely,” Mr. Gardiner replied.

“It is my understanding that, Miss Elizabeth is treated as she is, due to her twin dying at birth.”

“I can not figure out my sister and brother Mr. Darcy. If that is their reasoning for treating that girl so ill, and I too can find no other reason for the treatment, they should both be admitted to Bedlam.”

Darcy nodded. “While I would not disagree with that Mr. Gardiner. I am wondering why, that is to say…”

“Please speak your peace Mr. Darcy.”

“Why did you not take Miss Elizabeth from her home.”

“It is not that we did not try,” replied Mr. Gardiner with a sigh, “we spent a great deal of time with her when she was a child. It was the only thing we could do. Mrs. Gardiner and I did offer at one time to take Lizzy but they would not hear of it. I even went so far as to seek legal council but there was nothing I could do.”

“I am sorry for asking Mr. Gardiner,” Darcy looked away.

“May I ask you something?”

“Yes of course,” said Darcy returning his attention to Mr. Gardiner.

“Between Jane's letter and your viewpoint of the events that led up to Lizzy leaving, I believe I have a good picture of your connection with Lizzy.” Darcy nodded, “I am left wondering however, if you have left something out.”

“Left something out? What do you mean?” Darcy asked.

“In the short time you have been acquainted, you seem to be going though a great deal to help out both Jane and Lizzy. I am left to wonder if there is not something else.”

“You may come straight out with your question,” Darcy offered.

“Very well then,” said Mr. Gardiner, “Have you and Lizzy an understanding?”

It was not quite the question Darcy was expecting and he was taken a bit aback. “We have no understanding.”

“Your actions at the ball would suggest that perhaps you might wish it to be so.”

“While I have not thought to that point, I will not attempt to deny, that I have a wish to know Elizabeth better. My actions at the ball, were not purely for my own benefit but to assist my friend Mr. Bingley and Miss Jane, in letting their mutual affections be known.”

“So there are some details of which you have omitted?” asked Mr. Gardiner.

Darcy explained how Mrs. Bennet planned to attach him to Jane and the subsequent plan that he made with Jane so that she might spend time with Mr. Bingley. The color drained from Darcy's face, “But I assure you,” he said quickly, “They were chaperoned. You have my word…”

Darcy stopped mid sentence as Mr. Gardiner let out a chuckle. “So you took advantage of my sisters match making and twisted it to suit yourself,” Mr. Gardiner smiled, “good for you. A brilliant idea.”

“No so brilliant,” replied Darcy solemnly, “Elizabeth is paying for it, as we speak.”

“You are right of course,” agreed Mr. Gardiner, “but I have hope. I have rarely agreed with my sister Mr. Darcy, but I will say she was right when she said Lizzy was an obstinate, headstrong girl. It is those qualities that will see her though this.”

“And hopefully back to us,” Darcy added.

Chapter 10

It had been nearly a month and not a word was heard from, or about Lizzy. Darcy spent all of his waking hours searching and inquiring after her. It was during this time that he had become better acquainted with the Gardiner's and better informed of the Bennet's and their situations. Darcy found it hard to believe that any parent could treat his or her own child so cruelly. Perhaps it was because his parents were so loving and dear.

Darcy managed his properties as best he could without leaving London but he soon realized that he could not ignore his more distant property any longer and with great reluctance, made plans to leave for Scotland.

The Gardiner's' invited him to dine at Gracechurch Street on his last evening in London. It was an invitation that he was happy to accept. Details of his journey and how he may be reached was given to Mr. Gardiner and Darcy promised to return at the first mention of Elizabeth.

The weather from London to Scotland was horrid and even worse was Darcy's state of mind. He could only hope that the search for Elizabeth would go smoothly without him there and that the search would prove fruitful and she would be found alive and well. Where are you Elizabeth? he said, staring out into the rain.

Darcy tried to think positively, that Lizzy would be found safe and sound, for the alternative was too distressing for him. A loud clap of thunder startled Darcy from his thoughts. It was raining even heavier now and Darcy rapped on the roof of the carriage. “Stop in the next town,” he shouted over the rain.

It was not long before the carriage came to a halt and Darcy jumped out and took shelter from the rain. It was decided that they would give the storm one hour, then decide what to do next.

Darcy entered a small pub. The establishment was far below his usual standards but it was better than sitting in the carriage. He had not been this way before; the usual roads were not passable and so Darcy chose to detour, rather than wait for the road to be clear.

The pub was dirty and filled to capacity. With a drink in hand, Darcy walked to the window and watched the pouring rain. The street was narrow and a lone figure was running through the rain. As the figure approached, Darcy could see that it was a woman, her skirts clung to her, so heavily soaked they were with rain. Whore he thought to himself, disgusted.

She stopped at the inn, directly across from the pub. She removed her cape and shook off the water. It had done little to keep her dry. She glanced over her shoulder and Darcy nearly dropped the cup he was holding. He bolted for the door and by the time he did, she was gone.

He burst though the doors of the inn. “We are full up,” said a man behind the desk. Darcy ignored him and began searching. He moved though the rooms on the main floor, the owner on his heels, yelling at him. Darcy headed for the stairs but stopped quickly, the owner nearly bumping into him.

The woman he had seen outside was coming down the stairs. “Elizabeth!” exclaimed Darcy. Lizzy froze in her steps. “I have been searching for you.”

With as much composure as she could gather, she descended the rest of the stairs and stared at him a moment before saying, “Excuse me, I have work to do.”

She went to move past him but Darcy stopped her. “Is that all you will say to me?”

“Leave me alone,” she said as she moved away from him.

“I will not!”

“Get to work,” yelled the innkeeper.

Lizzy moved to another room and began her chores. Darcy tried in vain to get her to stop and speak to him.

“Leave her be,” said the inn keeper as he passed by the room, “she is behind in her work.”

“I will do as I please,” Darcy replied.

Lizzy quickly moved to the other side of the room. Frustrated, Darcy took hold of her forcefully and pinned her to the wall. She struggled in vain to free herself. “Have you any idea how worried I have been, how worried Jane has been?”

“As you see, I am well. Now leave me in peace.”

“I do not see it, you are not well.”

Darcy was right of course. Elizabeth was pale and thinner than he had remembered her. It seemed and effort for her to move about the room to accomplish her chores.

Angry, Lizzy, using all her strength, pushed at Darcy, who relented and let go. “Now you have found me you can leave. I must beg you to tell no one where I am.”

“Not even Jane?” he asked.

Darcy could see he had struck a nerve. “Not even Jane,” she replied quietly.

“She suffers greatly.”

“I know.”

“You know how she suffers, yet will not tell her what has become of you?”

“It gives me no pleasure to do this, but I do not want anyone to know where I am. I do not want to be taken back to Longbourn. This is the best way.”

“How can you say such a thing?” Darcy took Lizzy into his arms, holding her close to him, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Get your things,” came a voice from the door, “I do not pay you to entertain, your work here is done.”

Lizzy broke free of Darcy and rushed over to the innkeeper, apologizing profusely. He would not hear her and she was left stunned.

“Come,” said Darcy, “there is nothing for you here.”

“I had a job but no more, thanks to you!” Lizzy screamed storming off.

Darcy called to his man and had the carriage brought around. He waited for Lizzy by the door and he wondered what could be keeping her. Darcy began pacing by the front door when an elderly lady approached him.

“If you are waiting on Miss Lizzy,” she whispered, “she went out the back.”

Darcy jumped into the carriage and was relieved when he caught up to Lizzy a short ways down the road. The carriage came to a stop and Darcy got out. “Elizabeth, where do you think you are going?”

“Down this road,” she replied without stopping.

“To where?” Darcy asked as he caught up to her.

“To where ever it leads me.”

Darcy stepped in front of her, blocking her way. “Mr. Darcy I beg you, please, leave me be. I have not the strength to argue with you.”

“I do not wish to argue with you. I will help you into the carriage, we will be soaked though if we stay out in the rain.”

“Go back to Hertfordshire sir and leave me in peace. Jane will need you more than I.”

“Jane? Why should she need me when she has Mr. Bingley.”

Lizzy looked at him puzzled. “What do you mean she has Mr. Bingley? I thought that she…that is you and Jane...”

“I can explain it all to you in the carriage Elizabeth.”

Lizzy shook her head, her brow furrowed. “No I cannot. I will not go back to Longbourn.”

“I would not taking you back to Longbourn, even if you wished it.”

“I do not understand. Why,” she said, her voice was quivering, “why will you not leave me alone?” she cried, turning her back to him.

“Because I cannot,” he said to her softly, “I do not know how to make you understand, you are not alone. There are those people who truly care for you.”

Darcy turned her around and was surprised when she did not resist. She began to shiver and cry. Darcy drew her into his arms and guided her to the carriage. Her small bag was placed under the seat and they were soon on the road again. The carriage began to move as Darcy covered her in a blanket. Taking a blanket for himself, he sat next to her and put his arm around her again. He did his best to comfort her as she cried but it was hopeless. Soon, she had cried herself to sleep in his arms.

When Lizzy next awoke she found herself in a comfortable bed inside a lavish room; she sat up terrified. There was nothing familiar in the room. She did not even see her clothing. The nightshift she was wearing was not her own. The last thing she recalled was being in a carriage with Darcy.

“Good morning,” came a strange voice. A short, stout lady of advanced years entered the room.

“Who are you? Where am I?” Lizzy asked

“Well, to answer your first question, I am Mrs. McGregor, the house keeper.”

“Whose house is this?”

“Why Mr. Darcy's dear, do you not remember?”

Lizzy shook her head, “No, I do not.”

Mrs. McGregor laughed, “It was a long journey I am sure. Do not worry yourself over it,” she said setting down a tray. “You must be very hungry.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“They are being washed. I am afraid they got soaked though. I had to change you into one of Mrs. Darcy's old gowns for you to sleep in.”

“Mrs. Darcy?”

“Yes, Mr. Darcy could not bear to part with any of his mother's things. A good thing too, or I would have to dress you in something from the servants.”

“Thank you.”

“You are most welcome, now,” Mrs. McGregor said as she helped Lizzy on with her robe, “Have a bit to eat and I have arranged a nice hot bath for you.”

“You need not go though so much trouble.”

“Trouble? No indeed.”

Lizzy cleared her plate. It had been the most she ate in one sitting in weeks. She bathed and was dressed, then escorted to the study, where Darcy had been for most of the day.

“Elizabeth,” he said, “should you be out of bed?”

“I believe I have slept quite enough,” she replied.

He smiled, coming out from around his desk. “Come and sit with me.” They sat opposite each other. “Is there anything I can get you? Some food or drink.”

Lizzy shook her head. “No thank you Mr. Darcy, your housekeeper brought me food and some tea.”

“I do not know what I would do without her.”

An awkward silence fell between them; Lizzy took to glancing about the room. “Perhaps later, you would like a tour of the house?”

“I would not want to inconvenience you.”

“It would no trouble. I was just now writing a letter to my sister Georgiana.”

“Miss Bingley has spoken very highly of her. She sounds lovely.”

Darcy smiled. “You can be the judge of that yourself when you meet her. I am sending for her. Though it will be a week at least, before she can arrive.”

“I shall be delighted to meet her acquaintance.”

“There is something else,” said Darcy, “I believe we need to discuss.”

“Yes, I know,” she replied simply.

“Do you?” he asked.

“You have written to my parents, I would assume.”

“Actually no, I have not written to them. They have treated you so abominably; I have no desire to tell them you have been found. I do however, think that Jane should be told.”

“I do not know how we can tell her, without my parents knowing of it.”

“I know of a way, if you will trust me.” Lizzy nodded. Darcy moved to the desk and sat down. Lizzy rose, “You do not have to leave,” said Darcy.

“I should leave you to write you letters. The sun is out, I should very much like to get some fresh air.”

Darcy smiled. “Yes of course, but you must promise me you will not run off. My home is now your.”

Lizzy looked down at her feet. “Thank you Mr. Darcy and I promise, I shall not run off.”

“I will catch up with you later then and give you a tour of the house.”

“If you wish,” she replied before leaving the room.

Elizabeth was outside in moments and wandered about the lovely garden. How long she was walking, she could not tell but feeling tired, sat at a bench and stared up at the sky. The sun was warm on her face and she closed her eyes against its brightness, thunder could be heard in the distance.

Sensing someone approaching, she looked over her shoulder. Darcy smiled at her. “It sounds as though now, may be a good time for that tour,” he said as he approached.

Another rumble of thunder had Lizzy once again, looking to the heavens. She nodded and
Darcy offered his arm to her and they strolled back to the house. They had arrived upstairs when a servant approached them; Darcy left Lizzy, promising to return shortly. She kept walking down the hall, looking at the family portraits. She smiled as she came upon a portrait of Darcy himself. It appeared to be a recent one and she bent down to read the name. “Fitzwilliam,” she said aloud.

“Yes Elizabeth?” came a voice from behind her.

Startled, she whirled around to face him. “Mr. Darcy! I did not know you had returned!”

“Did you not?” he replied stepping closer, “You did say my name, I had though you knew I was here.”

“Oh no!” she said, shaking her head, “You see I was just looking at the portraits,” here she glanced over her shoulder, “and was reading the plaque,” she paused here to point at it, “and read aloud what was on it.” She was obviously flustered and Darcy felt somewhat guilty at enjoying it. “I did not mean to call you…I was just reading…”

“Elizabeth,” Darcy smiled, “It is quite alright. In fact, I have a wonderful idea. You may feel free to call me Fitzwilliam, or just William if you prefer.

Lizzy would not tell what was most surprising to her, that he freely uses her given name or that he wishes for her to use his. Not knowing what she should say, she instead asked another question that had her most worried.

“Mr. Darcy, it has occurred to me that you have still to explain how you are managing to tell Jane of my situation, without it being known to my parents.”

“You would agree, would you not, that Jane will keep your secret?” Darcy asked.

Lizzy nodded. “Yes of course.”

“I sent word to Mr. Bingley, who will relate what I have told him, to Jane directly, of course, with the promise that no one else be informed of your whereabouts. That is, other than your Aunt and Uncle, the Gardiner's.”

Lizzy looked at him in surprise. “Are they aware of what has happened?”

Darcy nodded and began to tell Lizzy of what happened when he arrived in London.

“I see,” Lizzy wanted to ask him another question that was weighing heavily on her mind but was unsure on how to bring up the subject.

“Is there something else that worries you?” Darcy asked.

“I must admit that I am puzzled at something you said to me, that is provided I heard you correctly.”

“What might that be?”

Lizzy looked down at her hands while she fidgeted with them. “You mention before we came here, about Jane and Mr. Bingley. You promised to explain but never did, or perhaps I just heard you incorrectly.”

Darcy offered his arm to Lizzy and began walking. “I had not been long in Hertfordshire when I saw that your sister and my friend and a particular regard for one another. While it was clear your mother's preference for Jane, I used it to Mr. Bingley's advantage and when I called upon your sister, it was so she and Mr. Bingley might become better acquainted.”

“All that time…it was never…so you are not to marry Jane?” Lizzy asked, still not believing what she had just heard.

“No I am not,” replied Darcy.

“Is Mr. Bingley and Jane engaged?”

“No they are not. Your parents, you can well imagine, are quite enraged over the whole incident. Mr. Bingley is hoping that in time, he may ask for Jane's hand, knowing that your parents are their only impediment.”

Lizzy could not believe what she was hearing. “So you and Jane were not courting?”

“Never, it was just a ruse.” Darcy took a deep breath, “I must also confess that it was I, who came up with the idea of a ball at Netherfield, so that Mr. Bingley might publicly show is partiality to Jane. I had not thought of it having such an effect on you. I am deeply sorry.”

Lizzy stopped walking. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. He is not to marry Jane. He does not love Jane. He is free. Lizzy closed her eyes and she tried to remain calm. It did no good, as more questions came to mind. Why is he doing this for me? Is it still for Jane? Is it because she is my sister or she asked him too? He could never love me. She covered her mouth to hide her cry.

Hearing her name she looked up into Darcy's concerned face. “Please tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness.”

Lizzy felt that she would die if her heart did not stop pounding so. “Excuse me,” she said as she ran for her room.

“Elizabeth!” Darcy called after her. She stumbled and nearly fell. It was all Darcy needed to reach her. “I am sorry,” he said, taking her by the arms, “please Elizabeth.”

Her legs grew weak and she began to fall. Darcy gathered her up into his arms and made for her room. With her face buried in his shoulder, she cried uncontrollably. He kicked open the door to her bedchamber and placed her gently upon her bed. She rolled away, her back to him, her hand still over her mouth, her face down upon the covers.

Instead of leaving, as he knew he should, he could not. He sat next to her and leaning over her, tried to offer words of comfort. He caressed her arm and spoke softly to her, but she cried even harder. Several moments passed before Darcy realized that his efforts to comfort her were in vain, that he called for the maid to tend to her. Darcy stood outside Lizzys' room for nearly an hour. It was only when she had stopped crying, that he left her door.

The housekeeper inquired after her several times thought the remainder of the day. She eventually came with a large tray with dinner. Mrs. McGregor looked at her hesitantly. “Mr. Darcy asked me to give you this,” she said, handing Lizzy a letter.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the letter from Mrs. McGregor hand. The housekeeper nodded and Lizzy was left alone.

Lizzy stared down at the letter in her hand. She was almost too afraid to open it. She knew it was from Darcy himself, for the letter was addressed simply, Elizabeth.

Breaking the seal, she slowly unfolded the paper. Tears were already threatening but she fought the back.

Elizabeth,

How can I make up for all that I have done? I have been deceitful and have caused you such great pain and suffering. I think perhaps today, was the first time I have truly realized, how much you have suffered and it is tearing me apart.

To tell you how deeply sorry I am is not enough I know that. I am at your mercy.

Fitzwilliam

Lizzy set the letter down upon her lap and took a deep breath. She knew that it was not fair to make Darcy suffer as she had suffered for so long. It was with great resolve, she went in search of him.

She found him in his study, pacing back and forth. He would occasionally stop to look out the window, as if something new had caught his attention. He continued to do so until he caught a glimpse of her movement into the room, and looked to her.

They stared at each other a moment for Lizzy finally broke the silence. “I need to speak with you,” she said, her voice quivering lightly.

“Yes of course,” he said as he approached her; Lizzy stepped back. He stopped his progress towards her and said, “Will you not sit?” as he gestured towards the chair.

“No, thank you,” she replied looking away, “but if you would oblige me in sitting down yourself.”

He did as she bid him and watched her take in several deep breaths before she began to speak. “Firstly, I would like to ask that you hear what I have to say, without interruption, if that is agreeable to you.” Lizzy looked to Darcy and he nodded.

“Thank you,” she said, and then took another deep breath. “Mrs. McGregor delivered your letter as she was instructed. I thank you but there was no need to apologize to me.”

“But…” Darcy began but Lizzy shook her head.

“Please let me speak my peace,” she said, to which Darcy nodded again.

“While there is none who can deny, that there were some incidences of a deceitful nature happening in Hertfordshire. You were not the only person involved in it and wrongly take responsibility for it all. While I found your admission surprising and no doubt shocking, it was done with Jane's happiness in mind, and for that I cannot be angry, nor can I find myself in want of an apology for it.”

Lizzy paused a moment to look to Darcy. She could tell it was with great restraint, that he was remaining silent. His expression looked pained and she felt as though she was the one that should have remained silent, but it was to late to stop now.

“As for any pain and suffering on my part, you cannot be held accountable for it. It began long before you entered my life and will no doubt continue on, long after you are gone from it. I am sorry if that pains you.

Lizzy took a deep breath. “I must admit to you, that I had planned, long before every meeting you and your involvement with my family, to leave my home. Though when I would do it and where I would go, I had not thought. I kept a small bag of clothing and such, hidden in the stables at Longbourn for when that day would come.” Lizzy looked at Darcy, who watched her intently.

She continued. “On the night of the ball, I needed to leave. So much attention to me was, disconcerting. I did not know what to do or how to act. The confrontation I had with my mother was the breaking point for me. When I left Netherfield, I ran around to the side of the house and found a saddled horse. It was no easy task, you can imagine, to mount a horse in a ball gown but I accomplished it with more ease than one would think possible. I stopped at the stable long enough to change and gather my things before I rode off again. I did not know what direction I took. I suppose I let the horse lead the way.”

Lizzy paused and walked over to the window. “The rest I suppose you know. I ended up at that inn, cold and hungry. The innkeeper was in need of help, so we stuck a bargain and I worked the first night for food. I worked there until you happened upon me. The rest of my story you know. I have nothing more to say, except that I do not want you to apologize to me.”

There was silence in the room and Lizzy could not bring herself to turn around. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, waiting for Darcy's response. She did not want to cry but the silence was making her uneasy. She could almost hear her parents' voices screaming at her. The next thing she knew, Darcy was next to her, turning her around to face him.

“I find myself at a loss for words,” he said, looking down at her.

“There is nothing to say,” she replied.

Darcy shook his head. “Were you not worried for your safety? “A woman alone on horseback...”

Lizzy moved away abruptly and distanced herself from Darcy. “A woman would indeed draw a great deal of attention, but a man would not.” Darcy looked puzzled and Lizzy, feeling as though he would judge her harshly, turned her back to him before she continued.

“When I changed my clothes, I put on clothes that belonged to one of the stable hands. I wrapped my hair up tight and pulled the hat down tight over my head. A casual observer would not have known.”

“You are an extraordinary woman, Elizabeth,” she muffled a cry with her hand and Darcy stepped closer to her, taking her into his arms, “and do not let anyone tell you differently.”

Chapter 11

How long he stood holding Lizzy, Darcy knew not. He felt though, that she was where she belonged, in his arms, in his home. She had suffered so much for so long, it wanted her to put it all in the past and he would help her do that, but he had to be patient.

In a soft whisper he finally said, “Enough,” and pulled just far enough away to look at Lizzy's face, “You have cried enough Elizabeth, I beg you, no more.” He reached up with both hands, cupped her face and with his thumbs wiped at her tears.

“I am sorry,” she replied.

Darcy shook his head. “You do not have to apologize to me. I know what you have been though. It is just difficult to see you so distressed.”

They stood staring at one another, Darcy's hands still cupping Lizzy's face, his thumbs still moving to remove the tears that were no longer falling. He leaned in closer to her, she could feel his breath on her, his eyes moved from hers, to her lips.

The fluttering within her puzzled Lizzy but she did not try and move away. She raised her hands to her face to cover Darcy's hands with her own. She closed her eyes as his face came so close to hers. She began to tremble as his lips touched hers. His lips were warm and gentle and the kiss lasted but a moment.

When Lizzy finally opened her eyes, Darcy was staring down at her. He was unsure himself, why he had kissed her, but it felt right and it was everything he could do to stop from doing it again. She moved her hands away, taking Darcy's with her. She let go of his hands and took a step back. She looked confused and almost afraid of what had just happened and Darcy wondered if he should not have controlled himself better and waited to do, what he had wanted to do, for some time.

“Mr. Darcy,” she finally said, “I believe I should retire for the evening.”

“Yes of course,” he replied watching her as she left the room. She paused in the doorway to turn and look at him.

“Good night Fitzwilliam,” she said quickly and hastily made her way to her room.

While he had begun to regret kissing her so soon, his regret was replaced with hope upon hearing her call him by name.

When Lizzy reached her room she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back until it touched the door. She cleared her mind of all thoughts and focused on what had just happened. Lizzy could still feel his lips upon hers still; she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.


In the days that followed, Darcy took great care to control himself in Lizzy's presence, not wanting to frighten her. Instead, he took the time to get to know her better and he was surprised, not only of her openness regarding her childhood, but at her since of humor and her playfulness, it was as though a different Lizzy was coming though. She was intelligent and had her own opinions and stood by them. Darcy was surprised how much they had in common.

They enjoyed walks on the grounds, riding and reading in the library, a room that had quickly become on of Lizzy's favorites. One morning Darcy was disappointed when he had found the breakfast room empty. He searched the house for Lizzy and found her in the billiard room. He watched her silently as she ran her hand along the edge of the table and sighed.

“Do you play?”

Lizzy jumped. “Mr. Darcy, I did not hear you.”

“I know, but you did not answer my question.”

“No Mr. Darcy, I have never learnt.”

“Would you like to?”

“It is not considered a ladies game.”

“Neither is chess.”

“Good point.”

“So? Would you like to learn?”

Lizzy smiled. “Yes I would.”

“I will teach you but on one condition,” he smiled as he moved passed her to take a pool cue.

“What condition is that?” she asked.

“It would appear you have gone back to calling me Mr. Darcy. I should like it very much if you call me Fitzwilliam, as you have been capable of doing in the past.”

“As you wish,” she smiled.

Darcy began by first showing Lizzy how to hold the pool cue and giving her general instructions on the game. When she felt she was ready the table was readied for a proper game.

It was not the most serious game Darcy had ever played, but they both laughed and enjoyed themselves. When the game was finished Darcy put on his jacked and asked.

“Are you sure you have never played?”

“Quite sure,” replied Lizzy.

“This is the second game you have bested me at,” said Darcy.

“You let me win.”

“Maybe at this game but not at chess!” The look on his face made Lizzy laugh. “How can you laugh at my disgrace?”

“It is rather easy when you look at me like that.”

Darcy laughed. “Perhaps we should find something less competitive to do.”

“Like cards?” Lizzy offered.

“I was thinking more like sewing,” both laughed whole heartedly as they left the room.

They were greeted in the hallway by the butler, who had with him a letter addressed to Lizzy. She took it reluctantly, from the silver tray in which it laid and was somewhat relieved when she noticed it was from her Aunt Gardiner.

Lizzy sat in the first chair that she found. Darcy bent done in front of her, noticing her hands trembled a bit. He placed one of his hands over hers. “Would you like me to leave you to your letter.”

Lizzy gave him a nervous smile. “I suppose so…”

He gave her hand a little squeeze. “Everything will be fine Elizabeth.” She nodded and he squeezed her hand a second time and rose. “I will be in the library if you need me.”

Taking a deep breath, she broke the seal and began to read. Over and over, Mrs. Gardiner expressed her joy at the news, that she was well. Mrs. Gardiner went on to express her gratitude for Mr. Darcy for taking care of her. At great length, the letter described their worry over her and the happiness they now felt. Lizzy was assured that all was well in the Gardiner home and that she could rest assured that her whereabouts would be kept a secret. In a final notation in the letter, Mrs. Gardiner asked when it would be possible for them to come to Scotland to visit her, since she knew that Lizzy would not risk coming back to England.

As promised, Darcy was in the library, apparently reading a letter of his own. Lizzy entered quietly. Darcy looked up from his letter and smiled. Rising from his chair he asked, “Are you well?”

“I am well,” replied Lizzy as she sat down across from Darcy, “my aunt is happy to hear that I am here and is most grateful to you. In fact, she is anxious to see me.”

“Yes, I know and so is your uncle.” Lizzy looked at him puzzled. He smiled and indicated to the letter he was holding.

“Oh,” replied Lizzy, “I see.”

“I assume you would like to see them. I know that I would.”

“Oh yes,” smiled Lizzy, “I have not seen them in so long. You would not mind it, if they come.”

“Not at all,” Darcy said as he stood, “In fact,” he held out his hand to Lizzy, “I believe a reply is needed as soon as possible.”

Lizzy took his hand and stood. “Would you like the honor of responding?” Darcy asked.

“I would.”

“Then I will show you to my mothers favorite room.” They chatted on the way and it was immediately decided that the Gardiner's would be asked to come at soon as it was convenient for them. “My mother spent much time reading and writing her correspondence here,” said Darcy as they entered the room. He sat Lizzy down at the desk and did not leave until she was set with all her writing implements.

Lizzy had just finished writing her letter to her aunt, when Darcy appeared in the doorway, a letter in hand. “Has my Aunt written to you as well?” she smiled.

“No,” he replied smiling, “but Mr. Bingley has and he enclosed a little something for you.”

Lizzy jumped up from the chair and Darcy laughed at her as she snatched it from his hand. “What?” she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes.

“Nothing,” he laughed as he walked away.

Lizzy didn't even bother to sit down as she opened Jane's letter.


Dearest, dearest Lizzy,

I cannot begin to tell you of my joy upon hearing the news that you are safe! God bless Mr. Darcy.

I have been so very worried for you. While William did not provide all the particulars to Charles, I must admit that, at this moment, I do no care to hear them. It is truly enough to know that you are safe.

I know, you do not wish for our parents to be informed and I promise you, it is a secret that I plan to keep. Charles and I meet, as often as we can, in secret of course as I have been banned from seeing him. We have found a spot where we can meet and we hide letters for one another. He is the dearest man I have ever known and I love him so completely.

I so dearly wish to see you but there is not a way that I can, so you must write to me and soon. Tell me everything, I wish to hear every detail. You may send the letter to me, though Charles. He will see that it arrives safely to me.

I love you and miss you dearest Lizzy. Please write to me soon.

Your ever loving sister,

Jane

Lizzy read the letter a second time before sitting down at the desk to reply. She longed to see her sister again but knew it was not possible for Jane to travel alone. Then the idea came to her. Setting aside Jane's letter, Lizzy added one last line to her aunts letter. If it can be done, can you bring Jane?

Chapter 12

Lizzy had slept poorly and spent the early morning hours in her bedchamber, reading over the letters she received the previous day. After she had dressed, she inquired after Darcy and was told that he had gone for an early morning ride.

Deciding to take a walk before breakfast, Lizzy gathered her things and made for the out of doors. She took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air morning air and strolled down the path, past the garden and beyond the house. She was to busy taking notice of the trees and flowers she passed, to notice Darcy approach her. He had dismounted from his horse and it was quietly standing where his master had left him. Eventually she looked in his direction and he was greeted with a warm smile.

He smiled in return and taking her hand kissed it lightly. “Good morning Elizabeth. Enjoying your morning walk?”

“Indeed I am. It is going to be a lovely day,” she replied, looking towards the heavens.

Darcy watched her as her eyes searched for the clouds that were not there and the breeze tossed about errant strands of hair, which peeked out from her bonnet. She caught him staring at her and blushing looked away.

Blushing was flattering to her already lovely face, thought Darcy as he leaned closer to her. “Might I be so lucky,” he said quietly, “to join you on your stroll?”

“I should like that very much,” she replied without looking up to him.

“Shall we then,” Darcy said, offering his arm to her.

Lizzy took his arm and they began to walk. She stopped suddenly and looked over her shoulder. “What of your horse?” she asked.

“Let him find his own companion,” Darcy replied. Lizzy laughed and they went on their way.

Walking along, they talked of the scenery and Darcy talked of how much he enjoyed this place as a child. “We did not come as often as I would have liked and when my parents had Georgiana, the visits became fewer. When my father passed away, I have not had the time to come but once during any given year.”

“You are here now, you should enjoy yourself while you can.”

“Believe me Elizabeth, I am enjoying myself,” having said that, he placed his hand over her hand, that rested on his arm.

Drawing courage to look up at him, she drew in a deep breath and slowly looked up at him. He looked down at her and smiled, to which she returned a smile of her own.

After a few moments she asked, “Might I ask you something?”

“Yes of course, anything you like,” was Darcy's reply.

“I was wondering when you expect to hear from your sister.”

“Did I not tell you? I am sorry, but I have already heard from Georgiana and she will be here by the end of the week.”

“So soon?”

Darcy stopped walking and turned to Lizzy. “Is there something that is troubling you?”

“No…yes.”

“What is it Elizabeth, you can tell me.”

“It is just, my situation. How have you explained my presence her and how will your sister accept it?”

Darcy raised his hand and gently brushed her cheek. “I have told Georgiana only bits and pieces. She is aware, I must admit, of your families' treatment of you, from what I wrote while I was in Hertfordshire. Beyond that, I have kept the details vague, stating that I had come to meet you again in Scotland, while you were on vacation.”

“That is an interesting explanation.” She bit her lip and looked down at her feet.

Gently placing a finger under her chin, Darcy made Lizzy look at him. “My sister, no doubt, has many questions, but will not ask me. You need not worry.”

When Lizzy and Darcy returned to the house, and excited housekeeper informed Darcy that a letter was received from Miss Darcy. Darcy's face wore a great smile as he read that his sister would arrive the following afternoon. Lizzy returned Darcy's smile but was inwardly worried about meeting her.

It was with great self-control that Lizzy sat quietly with Darcy the following afternoon, waiting for Miss Georgiana. Her exterior much more calm, than she had felt inside. Though Lizzy could not see an approaching carriage from where she sat, the window was where she looked too, when first hearing the horses approach. Her eyes then moved to Darcy, who walked to her smiling.

He held out his hand, which she took, and led her to the main entrance. The doors were opened for them and Darcy let go of Lizzy's hand as Georgiana descended from the carriage.

“William!” she cried with delight, embracing her brother.

“Hello my dear,” he replied quietly, “I have missed you.”

“And I you,” she replied, glancing in Lizzy's direction.

“I have someone I wish you to meet,” he smiled as he walked Georgiana over to Lizzy.

The ladies were introduced and Georgiana's warm smiles did much to ease Lizzy's worries. Georgiana talked on about her trip, too both Lizzy and Darcy, as he led the ladies back into the house and to the drawing room.

Georgiana's excitement at being in Scotland with her brother, continued to show as she talked on with Lizzy and Darcy through the course of the evening. Happy to was Darcy, to see Georgiana and Lizzy getting on so well together. Lizzy was grateful that Georgiana did not ask her to many questions. It would be hard enough when her aunt and uncle Gardiner arrived.

Seeing that Georgiana was tired but obviously not willing to retire for the evening, Lizzy bid the Darcy's good night. Georgiana begged Lizzy for just another hour, but she declined.

“Sleep well,” said Georgiana to Lizzy as she left the room. She then turned to her brother and looked at him inquisitively.

“What?” Darcy asked cautiously.

“Oh nothing,” replied Georgiana smiling, “I like her.”

“Do you?” Darcy asked.

Georgiana laughed. “I would not lie about such a thing, and I do know two things.”

Darcy rolled his eyes, “What two things might that be?”

“One thing I know is,” she said as she approached her brother, “I have a lot of questions.” She gave him a hug and walked to the door.

“Wait just a second. You said two things?”

Georgiana paused, as if to be thinking, then smiled. “Oh yes, Elizabeth is much more than a friend in your eyes, dear brother.” She winked at him and left the room.

“You are far to clever for your own good!” Darcy called out to her and smiled as he heard her laughing.

Chapter 13

In the three days since her arrival, Lizzy and Georgiana were quickly becoming good friends. To her credit, Georgiana was not so blunt as to ask questions of Lizzy directly, but Lizzy did pick up on the clever ways in which her new friend, tried to draw out information from her. Lizzy could not blame Georgiana for her curiosity and knew that one day soon, she'd have to tell Georgiana all, and hope she would not be too harshly judged.

On this particular afternoon, Darcy sat in the music room, watching the ladies as they tried in vain to play a duet. Giggles abounded when one of them, more often than not it was Lizzy, played the wrong note, and they were forced to start again.

Lizzy was the first to notice the servant approach Darcy. He leaned over and whispered, so not to interrupt the playing. Darcy nodded and looked over to Lizzy as he rose from his seat. Lizzy stopped playing and followed Darcy with her eyes as he walked to the door. It was opened fully by now and entering the room was Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

Both Lizzy and Mrs. Gardiner were in tears by the time they embraced. “Dearest Lizzy,” cried Mrs. Gardiner, “I can not tell you how wonderful it is to see you.”

Mr. Gardiner smiled and placed an arm around Lizzy's shoulders. “Hello my dear,” he whispered to her. Lizzy could not reply, so overwhelmed she was to see them. “Calm yourself Lizzy.”

Lizzy looked up from her aunt's shoulder and Uncle Gardiner stepped back. “Jane!” Lizzy exclaimed and ran to her sister.

“Oh Lizzy!” cried Jane as they embraced.

“You are here! You are here!”

“Indeed I am Lizzy. I am so happy to see you again.”

When finally the sisters separated, they found the Gardiner's and the Darcy's all smiling at them.

“Oh!” exclaimed Lizzy, “forgive me,” she said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “Georgiana, you have not met my family.”

Georgiana laughed. “It is alright Lizzy, I understand. This is your sister, I presume?”

“Yes indeed, she is.” Lizzy took Jane's arm and walked to Georgiana and made a proper introduction.

“Come, let us all sit down,” said Darcy.

The party happily sat down with Darcy and Georgiana happily looking on as Lizzy chatted on with her family. The conversation was lively, yet many questions were held back. Darcy felt that Lizzy might wish to speak more privately and suggested that his guests be shown to their rooms. Georgiana stayed behind, leaving Darcy to lead the way. The Gardiner's were installed into their rooms first. He placed Jane next to Lizzy's room and excused himself. He had not taken but a few steps when Lizzy called to him.

He turned to her and smiled. “Is there something I can do for you Elizabeth?” he asked.

She approached him, “There is,” she replied as she wrung her hands together in nervousness.

Darcy took her hands in his. “What is it?”

Lizzy took a deep breath. “Your sister needs to be told the truth about everything. It is only fair to her. I have been wanting to do so, but cannot bring myself to do it.”

“I know it is difficult for you.”

“While I am sure I can relate all that is necessary for her to understand my situation, and your involvement in it. I fear loosing her friendship. She may not understand and…”

Darcy gently squeezed Lizzy's hands. “Of course she will understand.”

“Do you think she will? I would not wish to lose her friendship.”

Darcy smiled. “I am glad you consider Georgiana your friend. I know she will understand and it will not change how she feels about you.”

“I do not know how or even if I can tell her.”

“Would you like me to speak to her?” Lizzy nodded. “Then consider it done.” He brought Lizzy's hands to his lips and kissed them both. “Now go see Jane. I will see you later.”

“Thank you,” Lizzy replied, giving Darcy a small smile before turning back to join Jane. Darcy watched Lizzy until the door was closed behind her.

Georgiana was coming up the stairs as Darcy was heading down. Georgiana smiled at her brother and he paused on the stairs. “Georgie my dear, will you accompany me? There is something I wish to discuss with you.” Puzzled and concerned, Georgiana quickly agreed and turned to follow her brother.

It was not until dinner that everyone was once again gathered together. Last to join the party, were Jane and Lizzy. Georgiana was talking with the Gardiner's and did not see Lizzy; Darcy gave Lizzy a slight nod and smile. When Georgiana finally turned around, she went to Lizzy and embraced her.

“Everything is well,” whispered Georgiana to Lizzy.

Lizzy smiled. “Thank you Georgiana.”

“You are welcome. Now come,” she said taking Lizzy's arm, then Jane's, “I am famished.”

The arrival of Jane and the Gardiner's brought much joy for Lizzy and the Darcy's. The days passed by and to her credit, Georgiana never mentioned anything to Lizzy about her life back at Longbourn, or what her plans might be for the future.

It was late one evening when Darcy sat down at his desk, leafing though papers. The whole house had settled down for the night. It had been a full week, plus a day since the Gardiner's and Jane had arrived.

The door to his study was open, the servent long since released from his duties for the day. Darcy sensed that someone was standing in the doorway and so he looked up from his work and with a smile said. “It is about time you arrived!”

“Is she here?” Bingley asked.

“Yes,” said Darcy, rising to meet his friend, “but given the lateness of the hour, you could not possibly see her now.”

Bingley took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “You are right, of course.”

Darcy laughed. “Have a drink my friend,” Darcy poured two glasses of port, “you look as though you need it.”

Bingley nodded and taking the drink, sunk down into the nearest chair. “I did not think I would ever arrive.”

“Nor did I,” Darcy smiled, “Did you get it?” he asked before taking a sip of port.

Bingley smiled and patted his coat pocket. “Close to my heart.”

Bingley took a large gulp of port. “What do you think the Gardiners will say?”

“I would not worry about them. Jane and Lizzy have spoken very highly of you.”

“I hope so,” Bingley replied then finished off his glass of port.

“I might suggest however,” Darcy said with a smile, “you make that your only glass of port tonight. You might not make a good impression if you continue on in that manner.”

Bingley moaned. “Come on then,” Darcy said, “Follow me.”

Bingley rose from his chair and followed Darcy to the staircase. “Your sure it is to late to send for Jane?”

Darcy nodded. “Quite sure,” he patted his friend on the back, “What you need now is a good nights rest.” Bingley gave his friend an odd look. “If that is possible,” Darcy laughed.

Chapter 14

Bingley awoke early the next morning, anxious to see Jane. Darcy was clearly amused, while watching his friend pace the breakfast room.

“Your pacing will not hasten her arrival,” smiled Darcy, “sit down and have some tea,” he suggested.

“The last thing on my mind is tea,” cried Bingley, glancing at the door yet again. “I wonder what is keeping her, Jane is always an early riser.”

“Not quite this early, I would suspect,” replied Darcy, handing Bingley a cup of tea, “In fact, you will see Elizabeth, before you see Jane.”

Bingley groaned and as if on cue, Lizzy walked into the room.

“Mr. Bingley!” she exclaimed.

“Miss Elizabeth,” he smiled and setting down his tea, moved to greet her, “I cannot tell you how delighted I am to see you.”

“I am happy to see you as well,” she glanced quickly at Darcy, “I did not know you were to be expected.”

Bingley glanced at Darcy with a knowing smile and Darcy did nothing to hide his, “Always the conspirator I see,” said Lizzy to Darcy.

Darcy bowed, “Guilty as charged Elizabeth,” he winked at her and embarrassed, she looked away.

“Mr. Bingley, I do not believe Jane has risen yet, we were up rather late. I should be happy to tell her you are here, if you would like.”

“No, no,” Bingley said smiling, “I wish to surprise her.”

With the addition of Lizzy to the room, Bingley stopped his pacing and began questioning Lizzy on how she was enjoying Scotland. He avoided too many personal questions. Though Jane related to him, the content of Lizzy's letter, he knew that Jane would fill him in on the rest in time.

After some time, the Gardiner's made their way down stairs and Lizzy was happy to make them acquainted with Mr. Bingley and not long after the introductions were made, Jane arrived.

It was evident by the shocked expression on Jane's face that, as she had led everyone to believe, she had not expected to see Mr. Bingley in Scotland. Breakfast was a lively affair, with Jane and Bingley receiving much teasing, for they could not keep track of any conversation, so wrapped up they were, in staring at one another.

Knowing that Jane and Bingley would want some time alone together, Darcy was planning on exactly how he could accomplish this. Before leaving the breakfast room, Mr. Gardiner noticed Mr. Bingley whisper something to Darcy, both gentleman then looked in the direction of Jane. Mr. Gardiner smiled inwardly.

As Darcy led the way to the drawing room, Mr. Gardiner took hold of his wife's arm, “Mr. Darcy,” said Mr. Gardiner, “If you would be so kind as to excuse us, Mrs. Gardiner and I have some correspondence to attend to.”

Mrs. Gardiner looked at her husband oddly, for she knew that they had no such correspondence. She did not question him however, for she sensed something was going on. “We shall join you in about an hour,” she added.

Darcy smiled. “Yes of course.”

Darcy and Lizzy were the first to enter the drawing room and Darcy turned to see Bingley looking at him anxiously. Lizzy and Jane were seated on the settee, quietly speaking. Darcy nodded and walked over to Lizzy.

Smiling at Jane, Darcy bent to whisper in Lizzy's ear. “Elizabeth, I believe I know of two love birds that need to be alone.” Lizzy smiled and Darcy helped her to her feet.

“I will see you later Jane,” Lizzy replied with a smile.

Lizzy welcomed Darcy's suggestion that they take a stroll in the garden. Lizzy glanced back at the house and drew in a deep breath and smiled at Darcy.

“Thank you for giving Mr. Bingley and Jane some time alone,” she said as they began their turn in the garden.

“I believe I was thinking only of us,” replied Darcy.

“Us?” she asked stopping to look at him questionably.

Darcy took Lizzy's hands in his and brought them to his lips, placing a kiss on each one, “What two love birds did you think I meant?”

Given the look upon his face, Lizzy knew there could be no doubt that he was in earnest, not knowing how she should reply, she smiled shyly and look away.

“Since the arrival of Georgiana, I have not had the time alone with you that I had come to enjoy,” he paused and letting go of Lizzy's hand, he placed his on her waist, “I fear I have neglected you. Have you not missed our time alone?”

She did not look at him, nor did she reply. “Will you not look at me?” he asked as he pulled her closer.

She placed her hands upon his chest and he pulled her nearer to him. Hesitantly she looked up at him. “I do not think you have been neglecting me.” Her heart was racing.

Darcy smiled. “You would not say so, even if you though it.” Darcy leaned in to kiss Lizzy, but the sudden sound of a throat clearing, belayed it.

Both Lizzy and Darcy turned to see the Gardiner's standing before them. Lizzy was horrified and moved quickly to distance herself from Darcy. While the look on Mr. Gardiner's face was hard to read, Mrs. Gardiner seemed rather amused by it.

“It would appear Mr. Gardiner,” began Darcy, “that you write rather quickly.”

“Indeed I do not Mr. Darcy,” smiled Mr. Gardiner.

Seeing Lizzy so distressed, Mr. Gardiner inquired after Darcy the chance of putting in some sport, thus ending the awkward situation everyone found themselves in.

Darcy looked to Lizzy before replying to Mr. Gardiner and began to lead him away. Mrs. Gardiner gently took Lizzy's arm and coaxed her to follow the gentleman.

They were far enough behind the gentleman for Mrs. Gardiner to speak to Lizzy without fear of being overheard. “Lizzy my dear,” she began, “is there anything you might like to talk to me about. You seem quite distressed.”

As much as Lizzy could wish it, she could not hide it. While she wanted Darcy's attention, she could not understand why he offered it, why is of all people would attract his attention. So many thoughts and so many feelings flooded her mind.

Eventually she stopped and turned to her Aunt. “I do not know what to do Aunt!” cried Lizzy.

“What is it Lizzy?” Mrs. Gardiner asked, “You can tell me, it is alright.”

Lizzy's lips moved as if to speak, but no sound came from her mouth. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself but she could not. Within a moment a strong hand touched her arm and Darcy's voice was heard.

“Please,” she begged, not opening her eyes to him, “I wish to be alone.”

The voices of Darcy and the Gardiner's rang in Lizzy's ears. Shaking her head she moved away from them but still they continued, for her current state worried them exceedingly.

“Please,” she cried out again, “leave me be,” and with a quick gathering of her skirts, she ran for the house.

Darcy made to go after her but Mr. Gardiner called to him. The sternness in his voice stopped Darcy in his tracks. He did not turn to Mr. Gardiner but watched Lizzy until she was out of sight.

Chapter 15

Mrs. Gardiner found her niece face down atop the bed, crying. “Oh Lizzy,” she said as she leaned over her. “My dear, what is troubling you so? Will you not speak to me?”

Lizzy shook her head. “There is nothing to speak of,” she cried.

“Is there not?” said Mrs. Gardiner as she placed her hand on Lizzy's shoulder. “What about today in the garden?”

Lizzy drew in a long ragged breath. “You must not think ill of Mr. Darcy,” she eventually said.

“Why would I think ill of the man responsible for finding my dearest niece. But the situation that your uncle and I came upon today, does raise a question or two.”

“It should not,” said Lizzy as she pushed herself up to sit upon the bed, “Mr. Darcy is every bit a gentleman.”

“Indeed he his Lizzy, a gentleman whom now we know, cares for you a great deal more than we had originally thought.” When Lizzy offered no reply Mrs. Gardiner added. “The only question that remains is how do you feel about Mr. Darcy?”

“What does it matter,” replied Lizzy as she moved from the bed, “I have no money, no connections.” Lizzy sat down at the dressing table and looked at her refection. “Look at me,” she said more to herself, then her Aunt.

“Yes look at you,” replied Aunt Gardiner as she went to stand behind Lizzy.

“How can he care for me?” Lizzy cried, “How?”

“You do not give yourself credit Lizzy. Look at you; you are beautiful. You are intelligent and lively…”

“But what of the rest,” Lizzy interrupted, “my family, my running away, my…”

“What about it?” said Mrs. Gardiner, “it is obvious that Mr. Darcy does not care.”

“I can not help but think of it.”

“Lizzy my dear, you still have not answered my question. What are your feelings towards Mr. Darcy?”

Lizzy rose and walked to the other side of the room. “I told you, it does not matter.”

Mrs. Gardiner walked to Lizzy and took her hand. “Come and sit with me,” she said as she guided Lizzy to the settee. Once seated, she took both Lizzy's hands in her own. “It does matter my dear. They are your feelings. Do not be ashamed of them. But if you do not care for Mr. Darcy, the way he cares for you, then you must tell him.”

There was a long moment of silence before Lizzy eventually spoke. Her voice was soft but quivered as she spoke. “From the earliest moments, I thought him to be one of the handsomest men of my acquaintance. He is kind, intelligent and rather charming.”

Lizzy paused to draw a deep breath. “While I prepared to leave Hertfordshire, I was saddened to have to leave Jane, but I am ashamed to admit that my thoughts turned more to Mr. Darcy as I fled. It saddened me even more to think that I should never see him again.” Tears fell down Lizzy's cheeks and she bit her lip.

Mrs. Gardiner gently squeezed her hands and bid her to continue. “I was mortified when he happened to find me. I did not want to go with him; my shame was so strongly felt. Even before I left Hertfordshire, I had a strong regard for him but now…now I,” she paused here and looked to her aunt, “I cannot wait to see his face each day. How I love it when he smiles at me.” Lizzy smiled, “I wish I could put into words the feelings,” here she placed a hand over her heart, “that are within me, but I cannot.”

“Oh Lizzy,” smiled Mrs. Gardiner, “I am so happy for you. Mr. Darcy is indeed a lucky man.”

The smile on Lizzy's face disappeared. “Yet I cannot forget about my other feelings and fears.”

“You must try Lizzy.”

“But it haunts me,” Lizzy embraced her aunt.

“There now Lizzy, I wish there was something that I could say or do to erase all that you have been through, but I can not. But all those experiences have made you the person you are today, the person that Mr. Darcy adores.”

Lizzy sat back. “It is all to much.”

“Yes it is. Your parents forced you to live in the shadow of your sister all your life. Your uncle and I have often wished we could have done more for you.

“The times I have spent with you in London have been the happiest times for me.”

“Until now perhaps.”

Lizzy shook her head. “Now…now is the most confusing time for me. I do not know what to do.”
“And in this matter I can not tell you what to do Lizzy. You must do what is right for you and only you know what that is. I must say though, that your Mr. Darcy is a respectable man and I think the two of you are a good match.”

“I do not know about that and he is most certainly not my Mr. Darcy.”

Mrs. Gardiner smiled. “I think he is, whether you believe so or not.”

“Do you think Jane to be soon engaged?” Lizzy asked, hoping to change the subject.

“Engaged, you can be certain of that. In fact if Jane is not married within a fortnight, I shall personally groom all of Mr. Darcy's horses.”

Lizzy let out a small laugh. “I should like to see that.”

“I am sure you would, but it is not likely to happen, so do not depend upon it.”

“Will you plan on returning to London, soon after the wedding then?”

Mrs. Gardiner looked at Lizzy questionably. “I do not know, I should imagine it would be soon. Why do you ask?”

“I should like to return with you.”

The disappointment that Mrs. Gardiner felt was great but she also knew that one heart to heart talk with Lizzy would not be enough to erase the memories of all that she had been though. Absence makes the heart grow fonder thought Mrs. Gardiner and maybe time away would actually be better for Lizzy.

“Yes of course,” she finally replied.

Mrs. Gardiner spent a full hour undisturbed in Lizzy's room before a knock came to the door. “Do not let him in!” Lizzy exclaimed and then Jane's voiced called for the other side of the door.

Mrs. Gardiner bid Jane to enter and she quickly made way to her sisters' side. She inquired after Lizzy's health and apologized for not knowing she was in her room.

“I am afraid Mr. Bingley and I have been quite engrossed. I am sorry, I did not mean to neglect you.”

“You are not neglecting me,” said Lizzy. “How is Mr. Bingley?”

Jane blushed and smiled. “We are engaged?”

“Oh Jane that is wonderful news!” cried Lizzy.

After relaying the details of Bingley's proposal, Mrs. Gardiner left the sisters to talk. And talk they did, for it was not until an hour before dinner that Jane left Lizzy's room. Lizzy declined to join them for dinner. The events of the day made her tired and she was getting a headache.

Worried, Darcy ordered a tray be sent to her room and he was concerned when it was returned with not a bite taken from it. After his guests retired for the night, he stood alone outside Lizzy's bedroom door. The sun had long since set and the only candle burning was the one Darcy held in his hand.

For the third time, Darcy raised his free hand to knock upon her door and for the third time he let his arm fall at his side. All that separated them was a piece of wood. All he had to do was knock upon it but would she answer.

Mrs. Gardiner had suggested that Darcy let Lizzy rest. Tomorrow would be a new day and she was confident that Lizzy would not keep to her room. For the forth time, he made a fist and raised it. Instead of knocking however, he opened his hand and laid it quietly upon the door.

“Lizzy,” he whispered before turning away. On the other side of the door, she was seated at the window, staring out into the darkness.

The house was still and silent as Lizzy walked the halls, it was very early in the morning and the sun had only just begun to rise. She did not expect to see anyone for some time.

When Darcy came across her, she was staring out a window, the morning sun just high enough to be shining upon her face. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning against the windowpane. She sighed heavily before opening her eyes, still unaware of Darcy's presents.

Darcy cleared his throat and Lizzy whirled around. “I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you,” he said.

“Good morning,” she replied.

“Good morning.”

“I was hoping to speak to you before the rest of the house awoke,” said Lizzy.

“What is on your mind?” Darcy asked, closing the distance between them. “I hope you are feeling better.”

“I would like to thank you, for all you have done for Jane and Charles.”

“You need not thank me for that. It was my pleasure.”

“I also must thank you for all you have done for me. I could not possibly ever repay you.”

“Elizabeth, I do not need, nor want your thanks,” Darcy moved nearer to her but Lizzy moved away.

“You should know that I have talked to my aunt and we are planning to leave soon.”

“We? What do you mean, we?” Darcy asked.

“Mr. Darcy, you must realize, I cannot stay here. We are lucky that you have been able to keep my presence here a secret.”

“But what of us?” he asked, closing the distance between them.

“I…I cannot stay,” she moved away again, “Rest assured, my aunt and uncle have not questioned our…situation.”

“You cannot leave me,” he replied, closing the distance between them and taking her gently by the arms, holding her just above the elbows. “I will not let you go.”

“You must,” her voice quivered, her eye's watching him intently. “There is no way I can stay any longer.”

“But there is Elizabeth. Marry me.”

Lizzy's eyes widened, “No… no you cannot mean it.”

“I do. Marry me.”

“I do not know what to say!” she cried.

“I know what answer would make me the happiest of men. Maybe this will help you,” he said before drawing her fully into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered before kissing her. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips before drawing back far enough to look into her eyes.

Darcy moved his hands to cup her face. His thumbs brushed at the tears that were now falling down her cheeks.

“But what about…”

“Elizabeth, there is only one thing that is important here, and that is your happiness. Do not question that I love you and nothing would make me happier then to call you my wife. I do not care about anything else, but will you be happy married to me? Is that what you want? Let your heart guide you.”

“I have never followed my heart,” Darcy's released her. The expression on his face was pained and it broke Lizzy's heart to see it. She wondered at how she could even consider leaving him. “I…I am frightened,” her voice was barely above a whisper.

Darcy looked down upon her and replied tenderly as he touched her cheek, “Do not be afraid. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

He looked at her, searching her face. With a trembling hand she reached up and caressed his face. She spoke softly, “From the earliest moments of our acquaintance, I have thought of none other than you.”

“I beg you Elizabeth,” he said taking her into his arms, “Let me love you. I need to hear you say it. Tell me you will be my wife.” Aunt Gardiner and Jane's words from the previous day echoed in her head. Lizzy wanted to be happy, she was happy when she was with Darcy.

“Help me,” she pleaded.

“My love, you can not go back to Longbourn, I would never permit it. Yet we cannot continue on here, as we are now. I know you love me, I see it in your eyes, trust me and let me give you the love you deserve.”

She saw tears in his eyes and she finally accepted that he did love her. From where she gathered her strength she knew not but with a soft voice she replied, “I do love you and yes, I will marry you.”

“My Elizabeth,” he whispered. His soft kisses sealed their engagement. One kiss led to another until there was no distinguishing one from the other.

Darcy and Lizzy were not seen all morning until finally they entered the sitting room. The room fell silent, all eyes upon them. Everyone was accounted for and Lizzy felt awkward in the silence.

“Now that we have everyone's attention,” Darcy finally said.

Bingley laughed. “I thought maybe you two whisked away to Gretna Green!” He regretted it as soon as he saw the look on Lizzy's face.

“Actually,” replied Darcy, “Why would we do that, when the estate already has a perfectly quaint little church?”

Darcy was amused by the odd looks he received. He gently placed his arm around Lizzy's waist. “Elizabeth had made me the happiest of men,” he looked to her and she smiled up at him, “we are to be married.”

The excitement of this news abruptly broke the silence in the room, startling Lizzy a little. Darcy smiled at her and the new couple welcomed the heartfelt good wishes.

“Now there are two weddings to plan for,” exclaimed Mr. Gardiner.

“Lets make it a double wedding,” offered Bingley, “What do you say Jane?”

“It is a wonderful idea Charles.”

“Oh no,” replied Lizzy, “I would not want to take away from your day.”

“Take away from our day,” said Bingley, “nonsense. What better day could we have then to see you two united next to us?”

“I do not know,” said Lizzy.

“I will not take no for an answer,” said Bingley, taking Lizzy by the hand.

Lizzy looked to Darcy for his reaction. “We had better get planning,” Darcy replied taking Lizzy's hand from Bingley's whispered to Lizzy, “and the sooner the better too.”

Chapter 16

There was no other subject to be discussed that day, then the weddings of the two Bennett sisters. Lizzy was quiet but the Gardiner's were happy to see Lizzy exchange glances with Mr. Darcy, who upon occasion would whisper to her, making her blush.

That night, sleep would not come to Lizzy and so she donned her robe and walked through the moonlit halls. She stared out over the vastness of the estate and sighed, recalling her earlier discussion of Pemberley and London with Darcy.

With all the doubts she had, Lizzy now added her ability to be mistress of such grand estates to the list. Darcy was confident that she would do well in her new roll, that time and guidance was all she would need.

A small creak in the floor made Lizzy aware that she was no longer alone. She turned, expecting to see either Jane or her aunt. Instead, she found Darcy smiling at her.

“Restless tonight my sweet?” he asked her softly.

“A little,” she confessed.

“It has been an eventful day,” he said taking her hands in his.

“Indeed it has.”

Darcy gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “Tell me what is troubling you.”

“It is nothing of import.”

“It is very important, if it is keeping you awake,” Darcy replied.

“I might ask you, what is keeping you awake.”

“You might,” Darcy smiled, “but I asked you first and I most certainly will not allow you to change the subject.”

“It is just that I do not know if I want to have a double ceremony. It is not that I have changed my mind, only that I do not wish to take away from Jane and Charles' day. It should be for them alone.”

“Are you sure that is your only reason?” Darcy asked. Lizzy did not answer him. “I will take that as a no.”

Lizzy looked down at their joined hands and pulled her hands away. “It is all just so overwhelming. Jane and Charles are planning to wed in exactly one week. I just do not know if I can be ready so quickly. I cannot seem to clear my head and put two thoughts together,” Darcy drew her into his arms.

He knew that Lizzy could not let go of her feelings; all she needed was time to see that she was loved. Reluctantly, Darcy offered a solution. “My Lizzy, I want to show you that I am understanding of your feelings, so here is what I will offer. We will let Jane and Charles have their day. We will celebrate with them, their union but a week from that day, they will celebrate with us.”

“Just a fortnight?” Lizzy asked.

“Yes, that is all,” Darcy replied as he moved to look down at her, “I cannot be without you any longer than that. Earlier today,” said Darcy, “you told me you loved me. Do you really?”

Lizzy nodded. “Yes I do.”

Darcy smiled down at her. “Now I must ask that you trust me as well.”

“I shall try,” Lizzy replied.

A wicked grin appeared slowly on Darcy's face. “You will have to do more than try, for if need be, I shall be forced to use desperate measures to secure you as my wife.”

“What ever do you mean?”

“It is simple really and I can accomplish it right now in fact, if I wished to.”

“Tell me what you mean!” exclaimed Lizzy.

“It is really quite simple,” smiled Darcy, “given the lateness of the hour and your state of dress,” he paused to look her over.

Lizzy, realizing where he was going with this plan, made to run for her room but Darcy's' grip on her only tightened. “Oh no you don't.”

“Let me go,” she demanded as she tried to wiggle herself free.

“If you do not stand still this minute, I shall wake the house and your aunt and uncle will insist we marry immediately.”

Lizzy froze, “You would not dare.”

“It is a rather good plan, now that I think of it,” Darcy opened his mouth as if to yell.

Lizzy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Be quiet,” Darcy tried to nibble at her fingers but Lizzy removed her hand, “You win.”

Darcy wore a rather satisfied grin upon his face. Lizzy shook her head and could not keep from smiling, “You are incorrigible.”

“I am,” he laughed.

Lizzy did her best to sound serious. “Now release me, the hour is late and I should be getting some rest.”

“Very well,” said Darcy but did not relinquish his hold.

“I cannot leave, if you do not release me,” said Lizzy.

“I am full of wonderful ideas tonight,” he smiled. “A kiss then, before you leave.”

Lizzy blushed. “Just one.”

“Well then, if you are going to limit me, we shall have to make it a good one.” Before Lizzy could reply, Darcy's lips were upon hers. He kisses her with great fervor and parted from her only when she drew back.

Relinquishing his hold upon her, she smiled and bid him good night. Darcy watched her walk away. She did not get far when he called her name. She paused and turned to him. He looked upon her with such sweetness; she could not help but smile. “I love you,” she said before turning away.

Lizzy did not stop until she reached her room. She was still smiling when she closed the door and leaned up against it for support. Her heart was pounding and her chest heaving, still trying to catch, much needed breath.

Lizzy was still leaning against the door when she heard a gentle rap upon it. “Yes?” she said.

“I believe I shall need another kiss from you my sweet.”

Lizzy smiled and bit her lip. “I am afraid you will have to wait until the morning.”

“But did you not hear the clock. It has struck one, it is morning already.”

“I just gave you a kiss, wait a little longer.”

“How much longer?” Darcy asked.

“When the sun is up, I shall kiss you again.”
“How many kisses?” he asked.

Lizzy laughed. “William.”

“Yes Elizabeth,” he laughed.

“Go to bed.”

“Your wish is my command, oh and Lizzy…”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

Lizzy awoke later than most mornings and by the time she dressed and made her way downstairs, Darcy was busy in his study.

She peaked though the half opened door and not wanting to disturb him, turned to leave.

“You are not leaving already? I have not said good morning to you.”

Lizzy stepped into the room. “I did not want to disturb you.”

“You could never disturb me,” Darcy replied with a smile. “Besides,” he said, “I believe the sun is up.”

“Is it?” Lizzy turned her back to Darcy to hide her smile. She knew he would not forget about the kiss she promised, but she was too embarrassed to mention it herself. She peaked out the window, “I do believe you are correct, the sun is indeed up.”

She heard the door shut and she knew what would be coming next. “You know what happens, now that the sun is up.”

“It is time for breakfast,” replied Lizzy.

“Before that.”

“I am not sure what you are referring too.”

“Then let me refresh your memory,” Darcy said as he turned Lizzy to face him.

He gently placed his hands on her waist and drew her close to him. His eyes searched her face and she smiled sweetly at him. She placed her arms about his neck and closed her eyes as his face came closer to hers. Darcy wasted no time in kissing her. It was a soft unhurried kiss, which ended shortly after it had begun.

“Good morning my dear,” said Darcy.

“Good morning.”

Darcy leaned in to kiss Lizzy again but she stopped him. “I believe we agreed to one kiss this morning,” she said teasingly.

“I do not think we agreed upon any particular number,” replied Darcy, “besides, that wasn't a real kiss just now.”

“If that was not a real kiss, what was it?” Lizzy asked.

“A warm up to this.” In showing Lizzy what his real kisses were, they were, not surprisingly, late for breakfast.

The news of Lizzy and Darcy postponing the wedding was met with disappointment but Lizzy could not be moved on the subject, so any further discussion on it was soon dropped.

Focus was turned instead to finishing the altering on Jane's wedding gown first and ideas were exchanged for Lizzy's gown. Darcy had offered up some of his mothers' gowns for altering, since Georgiana was much to small to fit into any of them.

The week flew by and before everyone knew it, Jane and Charles' wedding day was here. The chapel was small but more than was needed for the gathering. Jane was as beautiful as ever and Lizzy stood happily beside her sister side.

Darcy and Lizzy stole glances at one another and when Jane and Charles completed their vows, Darcy looked to Lizzy. His lips moved, “Soon,” he mouthed. Lizzy gave him the warmest of smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner watched on in amusement, happy to see their nieces move on to happier lives.

The celebration that followed was small yet joyous. Darcy had Jane and Charles moved to a more privet part of the house, where they could enjoy their fist week of marriage in quiet surrounding.

Two days later, Lizzy was coming down the stairs to find Darcy dressed to leave. “Where are you going?” she asked, “The weather is terrible.”

“The weather is the reason I must go. This storm has caused a problem on the estate and I must see to it at once.”

The thunder cracked loudly overhead. “Are you sure it cannot wait?”

Darcy took Lizzy into his arms. “I will take care. I do not have far to go and shall be back before you know I have left.”
“I will watch for you,” she said. Darcy kissed her and with a smile, promised to return as soon as he could.

The storm brewed on and Lizzy was with Jane in the sitting room, constantly glancing out the window. Now sooner did she sit down, then she heard the carriage arrive.

“He is back!” she exclaimed as she made her way quickly to greet him.

Lizzy was gone from the room for only a few moments when Jane heard her cries. Dropping her book, she ran after Lizzy. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him.

“Papa!” cried Jane.

“Let go of me,” yelled Lizzy as she tried to free herself from his grasp. She pushed at him and his free hand came up to deliver a resounding slap to her face. It was delivered with such force, that it sent Lizzy to the floor.

Georgiana had heard the commotion and came from around the corner in time to see Lizzy get slapped and sent to the floor. Jane and Georgiana ran to Lizzy's side. Jane was calling for Bingley now.

“Yes, where is he. I need to speak with him at once. Who is he to think he might marry you, and where is Mr. Darcy?”

“I had every right to marry Jane.” Mr. Bennet turned to see Bingley coming towards him.

“She will marry whom ever I see fit.”

“She does not need your permission to marry. She is of age.”

“In the eyes of the law perhaps but she is my daughter and will do as I say.”

“Papa,” cried Jane.

“Be quiet child,” replied Mr. Bennet, `I will deal with you later.”

“I would advise you Mr. Bennet, to watch how you speak to my wife.”

“Your what!”

“You heard me,” replied Bingley.

“How can this be, your sister said…”

“My sister?”

“Yes, Miss Bingley wrote to inform me of your plan to marry Jane, so we set off directly to stop it.”

“We?” asked Lizzy.

“Your mother and I. She is in the carriage.”

Lizzy pushed Jane and Georgiana away and stood up, her cheek still burning red from the slap she had received. Keeping a close eye on her father she backed away.

“Where do you think you are going young lady?” Mr. Bennet asked Lizzy.

“Anywhere you are not!” yelled Lizzy as she turned and ran.

Jane ran after her and Mr. Bennet moved to follow but Bingley blocked his way.

“What is going on here?' came a voice from the staircase.

When Mr. Bennet turned, Mrs. Gardiner's' face went pale. Mr. Gardiner spoke. “Why are you here?”

“I should ask you the same question,” replied Mr. Bennet.

“Where are Jane and Lizzy,” Mrs. Gardiner asked.

“Elizabeth ran off in one of her fits and Jane of course, had to follow,” replied Mr. Bennet.

The front door opened and while Bingley had hoped it was Darcy, Mrs. Bennet removed the hood of her cloak. “Are they here?” she asked her husband.

Words were being exchanged between Bingley and the Bennet's and Georgiana went in search of Jane. Lizzy had locked herself into one of the rooms and Jane was pleading for her to open the door.

Bingley was not able to keep the Bennet's from following Jane's voice and when Darcy finally arrived back home, the house was in uproar.

His first concern, after hearing what happened to Lizzy, was to ensure she was well. The housekeeper was ordered to unlock the door and when it was opened, the door leading outside was open; the room was empty.

“She will be back,” said Mr. Bennet.

Darcy turned to face him and before Mr. Bennet knew what happened, he was laid out on the floor, spitting out blood from his mouth, along with two of his teeth. He looked up as Darcy towered menacingly over him.

“If anything happens to Lizzy, you will pay for it. I will see to that, personally.”

Darcy was soon on horseback, searching through the rain for Lizzy. He called out her name and waited for her to respond. Though dressed for the weather he was still nearly soaked though and cold. He knew he had to find Lizzy soon.

He stopped his horse and called out her name as he scanned the area around him. He squinted thought he rain as he though he might have seen movement. There it was again.

“Lizzy stop!” he shouted and spurred his horse on, a flicker of color though the trees as Lizzy ran from him.

“Lizzy, I beg you,” he cried out again, “everything will be alright. Please do no run from me.”

He lost sight of her but could hear her cries and movement amongst the tree. As she ran from the trees and into a clearing, Darcy managed to catch up to her. He was nearly upon her when she slipped on the wet grass. He jumped from his horse and reached her before she could get back to her feet.

He gathered her into his arms and she tried to brake free. “No!” she cried, “let me go! Please let me go!”

“I cannot, I will not,” Darcy replied as he tightened his hold on her.

“I cannot go back! Do not make me go back!” she screamed, still struggling to break free.

“Lizzy calm down, I will not let them take you.”

“I cannot go back!” she screamed again, “I cannot! I cannot!”

“I know Lizzy, I know,” he said and he felt her movements slow.

“Please,” she cried, “I…I would rather die then go back there.”

“Do not say such things Lizzy, I am here now, I will take care of you.”

Chapter 17

Lizzy looked at him with such despair. “Please,” she cried softly.

“Listen to me Lizzy,” said Darcy as he moved them towards his horse, “I must get you out of this rain.”

“No!” cried Lizzy, “I will not go back there!”

“Lizzy listen to me,” Darcy held her close, “we must get you out of these wet clothes before you take ill. I will not let your parents take you. They will not lay another hand on you, I promise you that. You must trust me.”

Lizzy's body was shivering and she was not able to hide her sobbing. “I do not know if I can.”

“I will let no one come between us Lizzy, no one. Do you believe me?” Lizzy nodded and rested her head against his chest.

Darcy said no more but picked Lizzy up and placed her atop his horse. He swiftly placed himself into the saddle and made for the house.

Darcy did not look directly at anyone when he entered the house. He carried a shivering Lizzy directly to her room and placed her upon the bed. Lizzy's maid and the housekeeper quickly tended to her.

As Darcy turned to leave, he saw Mrs. Bennet standing in the room. It took him only a few strides to reach her and when he did, he took her roughly by the arm and dragged her from the room.

Mrs. Bennet, as one can imagine, protested to the best of her abilities, but with no luck. “I have never stuck a woman before,” Darcy said to Mrs. Bennet, “but I am not reluctant to try it.”

Mrs. Bennet's face grew pale and she grew quite. Darcy did not relinquish his hold upon her until he had seen her to the bottom of the stairs. “Where is Mr. Bennet?” Darcy shouted to the footman.

“In the other room, there sir,” he indicated with a slight nod of his head.

“Gather a couple of men, see to it they leave the property in haste.”

Getting the Bennet's to leave was easier than Darcy had anticipated. “Follow them,” he ordered one of the servants, “I want to know where they go and what they are up to.”

As Darcy left to change, he ran into Bingley on the stairs. “Follow me,” he ordered. “We need to talk.”

“What is it?” Bingley asked.

Darcy stopped before he reached the top of the stairs. “The Bennet's left a little to willingly. I am having them followed. They are up to something.”

Bingley shrugged his shoulders. “What can they do? Jane is married and Lizzy is soon to be.”

“That is just it. My marriage to Lizzy is not soon enough.” Darcy took hold of the banister with one hand and rubbed his brow with the other. “Lizzy is not yet of age. If they take her, I cannot stop them, not legally anyway. I can not marry Lizzy outside of Scotland.”

“But I thought Lizzy was already one in twenty?”

“Not for another two months.”

“Two months!” exclaimed Bingley, “What are we going to do?”

“I have an idea, but I will need your assistance Charles.”

“I will do what ever I can.”

“Good!” exclaimed Darcy as he continued up the stairs, “Then come on, we have some planning to do.”

In record time, Darcy's plan was set into motion. Tensions were high and everyone was more than a little on edge. Darcy found Georgiana pacing the hall, outside Lizzy's room. She twisted and pulled nervously at her handkerchief.

“I believe Elizabeth will need assistance to the carriage,” she said to her brother.

“I will see to her,” he said embracing her, “do not worry yourself, this will work.”

“I do hope so,” she whispered.

“It will work, it must,” Darcy replied. “The Gardiner's and the Bingley's are waiting below. Wait with them and Lizzy and I will be down shortly.”

Georgiana nodded and silently left. Darcy took a deep breath before knocking at Lizzy's bedchamber. When he heard no response, he opened the door slowly and peeked in.

Lizzy had fallen asleep in the chair near the window. Darcy approached quietly and stared down at her for a moment before keeling before her. “Lizzy my sweet,” he said softly.

Her eyes fluttered open and she managed a small smile for him. “Is it time?” she asked.

“It is time,” he replied.

Darcy took her hands in his and kissed them both before helping her to her feel. She swayed slightly and Darcy took her into his arms. “I do not know if I am up for the journey,” she said.

“Forgive me,” Darcy replied as he held her, “I would not wish to make you travel but
I cannot think of any other way. We cannot stay here.”

“I know.”

Darcy held her, as they made there way downstairs. At the bottom, Darcy was faced with a solemn group. They did not speak about the concerns of his plans, for they did not have to. It was written on their faces. For Lizzy's sake however, they did their best to lighten the mood and the group quickly separated in two carriages.

The Gardiner's and Georgiana occupied the first carriage, while Darcy, Lizzy and the Bingley's filled the second. The sudden movement of the carriage startled Jane and Bingley quickly took his wife's hand. Lizzy bit her lip in an attempt not to cry. Darcy pulled a blanket about her and with a firm embrace, whispered words of comfort.

They were not in the carriage for long, when Darcy asked Bingley to lower the shades on the windows. Lizzy lifted her head from Darcy's shoulder quick enough to see the carriage carrying her aunt, uncle and Georgiana take a different direction. As if knowing her thoughts Darcy said softly. “Do not worry Lizzy, you will be seeing them again very soon.”

Lizzy did not acknowledge what he said but instead laid her head back against the seat and close her eyes.

Mr. Bennet had spent his time since leaving the Darcy estate, finding out what he could about Darcy and what the best way was to secure his daughter. While it angered him that he no longer had possession over Jane, he would get Lizzy back at all costs.

It was while hurriedly writing a letter to his solicitor that he overheard someone at the inn mention Darcy's name. Mr. Bennet was told that Darcy and is company were headed for London. The young man that gave Mr. Bennet the information said he knew this because Darcy had to stop to change a horse. It had slipped and was injured and Darcy was heard saying that he had to make is way quickly to London.

Mr. Bennet paid the young man handsomely for this information and within half an hour, the Bennet's were on their way to London themselves. Mr. Bennet was thankful that he previously inquired, as to the location of Darcy's London home and had calculated that if his horses rode hard, they would be able to catch up to the Darcy carriage.

Mr. Bennet rode his horses hard and was angered when he noticed the carriage slowing down. “The team is tired,” announced the driver, “we need to stop soon Sir.”

Reluctantly Mr. Bennet agreed and as the horses were fed, Mr. Bennet inquired after the Darcy carriage. He was thankful that Darcy was arrogant enough to have the Darcy crest on his carriage, it stood out for all to see. Those who saw it were in awe of its grandeur and confirmed that there was another carriage that followed it. Mr. Bennet was pleased that he was on the right path and soon he was off.

It took two very long days, but the Bennet's finally caught up to the Darcy carriage. Darcy's plan had worked perfectly.

Lizzy sat at her dressing table and smiled as she recalled the events of the last few days.
She wondered at what had gone though the minds of her parents, when that moment finally arrived when they realized they had been chasing empty carriages. The driver of Darcy's carriage wrote that Mrs. Bennet was hysterical and that he was sure he had never seen anyone so angry as Mr. Bennet was.

Lizzy was thankful that Darcy was able to procure a couple of carriages and she along with the Gardiner's, the Bingley's and Georgiana, did little more than drive about the countryside that day, in hopes of fooling anyone who might be watching them, that they had left Scotland. A clever plan indeed. thought Lizzy.

Several people in Darcy's employ were sent to make sure the Bennet's received misinformation. Little did Mr. Bennet know, that the very man he had paid handsomely for information on Darcy, was actually the under gardener for the Darcy estate. Lizzy wondered if her parents would return to Scotland or if they had continued on Longbourn.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet had indeed returned to Longbourn, but not until they had spent nearly a week in London. They had sent out inquires but they were fruitless. Not a word on Darcy, or even the Gardiner's.

Upon returning to Longbourn a letter awaited Mr. Bennet. It had been sent from Scotland.

Mother and Father,

You may not care what has become of me but I wish you to know, that this will be the only letter I shall send to you.

Do not bother to write to me, for any correspondence I should receive from you will most certainly be burned. In the event that we may ever meet, you will be as strangers to me. You will not be welcomed at my home.

I can say, for the first time in my life, that I am very happy. By the time you read this letter I will have wed.

I shall therefore sign this,

Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy

Mr. Bennet furiously tore the letter to shreds and fell back into his chair defeated.

Epilogue

The Bingley's never returned to Netherfield. The house was closed up and word quickly spread that it was once again available. With the help of Darcy, Bingley became more prosperous and settled an easy distance from Pemberley.

Mrs. Darcy was much admired by all who knew her. Jane watched as her sister took on her roll as wife and mistress of such grand estates with ease and confidence. Lizzy was finally happy.

Longbourn did receive one more letter. Mr. Bennet opened it quickly, after seeing from where it had been posted.

It read simply,

Elizabeth gave birth three days ago. An heir.

F. Darcy

The End

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