The Mistress of Longborn

Chapter 1

Elizabeth awoke the next morning with what felt like a weight on her chest and a throbbing in her head. She sat up in her bed and waited for the feeling to pass before ringing for the maid. After her toilette, she made her way downstairs to the sound of Mr. Collins thoroughly enjoying his breakfast along with Charlotte and Mariah.

“My Lizzy, you do look pale, will you not eat something?” Charlotte asked, concerned for her friend.

Elizabeth shook her head. “I think I've been indoors too long. Fresh air and a walk is all I need. I'll be back soon.”

With that, she left the house and walked towards the inviting park separating Rosings from her cousin's home. She took a quick look around her to make sure no one was present, and then took off at a run. She ran through the wooded area, trying to get the words of Mr. Darcy out of her mind. She slowed her pace down to a walk as she reached the opening of meadow and paused to catch her breath. She continued walking through a grove of trees when she came upon the back of a tall gentleman in a grey coat. Knowing this must be Mr. Darcy; she quietly turned and walked quickly in the other direction.

“Miss Bennet.” Mr. Darcy said, coming after her. Elizabeth stopped and turned around.

“Mr. Darcy.” She answered, dropping a slight curtsey, her green eyes glittering with annoyance.

He walked towards and held out a letter with a bow. “Would you do me honor of reading this letter.”

She took the letter from him, and he turned and walked the other way. Looking down at the letter, she saw her name written in his very elegant hand. She walked over to a fallen tree and sat down, tearing open the letter. The contents shocked her greatly, and she sat there for quite some time. Her thoughts drifted back to something Charlotte had said to her at one of the assemblies in Hertfordshire, saying Jane should show more affection than she feels, in order to secure Mr. Bingley. She laughed at this notion then, but now she wasn't laughing at all. She was still thinking on this when Colonel Fitzwilliam found her.

“Miss Bennet, at last I found you! An express has arrived from Longbourn a few minutes ago for you.” He told her, his brow wrinkled with worry.

Elizabeth, still shocked from her letter, looked up at him, not understanding. “W-what? An express for me?”

Colonel Fitzwilliam, seeing she was quite shocked, offered his hand and helped her up off the log. “Yes, from your father according to Mrs. Collins. I offered to come find you straight away.”

Elizabeth nodded and refolded the letter and let herself be led back to the parsonage by Colonel Fitzwilliam. They entered the house and went directly to the parlor, where Mr. Darcy, Mr. Collins, Mariah and Mrs. Collins were waiting for her.”

“Lizzy, this came for you just a few minutes ago. I do hope everything is alright.” Charlotte said to her, handing her a letter addressed to her in her father's hand.

Elizabeth nodded and sat down in a chair by the window. The gentleman, deciding to give Elizabeth some privacy, left the parlor for Mr. Collins garden, of which he was more than happy to give the gentleman a tour.

Elizabeth, her hands shaking, broke open the seal and gasped.

My Dear Lizzy-

Your mother has fallen gravely ill; we believe apoplexy has been brought on. Please return to Longbourn at once. I have requested my cousin Mr. Collins to arrange for your return.

Elizabeth put a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry and handed the letter to Charlotte. Elizabeth wiped the tears from her eyes as Charlotte read her father's letter.

“Lizzy, I am going to have your trunks packed at once and Mr. Collins will arrange for a carriage. You stay here and drink some tea, I will be back soon.” Charlotte rushed off, shouting for maids and Mr. Collins. Elizabeth sat in her chair, the letter hanging loosely from her hand. She was staring at the words again when Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Collins entered the parlour.

Mr. Darcy came directly to her and sat across from her. “Miss Bennet, I would like to offer my carriage to take you back to Longbourn. It can be ready within the hour.”

Elizabeth looked up at him, and then to Mr. Collins, who was shaking his head in approval. “Mr. Darcy, we are most grateful for your kind generosity you are showing to my poor cousin, she…” Darcy cut him off by raising his hand.

“Yes, well, Fitzwilliam, let's be off. I can send an express to Bingley in London about residing at Netherfield. Miss Bennett, will this be satisfactory?”

“Thank you Mr. Darcy.” She said softly, her hands still trembling from her shock. Mr. Darcy fought the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her, and he and the Colonel left to prepare for the journey back to Longbourn.

Elizabeth in the meantime, went upstairs to her room to change into her traveling clothes and freshen up before the long carriage ride. The servants were already busy in her room packing her things, so she closed herself in her dressing room and sat down on the small couch. Overwhelming emotions consumed her and began to cry, softly at first, then harder the longer she remained in the dressing room. Through her tears, she quickly changed her dress and handed her morning dress to the maid that came in to check on her. She made her way downstairs to wait for Mr. Darcy's carriage.

She didn't wait long, for not a half hour later the biggest carriage she had ever seen, pulled by two perfectly matched pairs, bearing the Darcy coat of arms on the side pulled in the park at Hunsford. She watched through the window in the parlour as Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam stepped down from the carriage. She ignored the pull at her heart when she spied Mr. Darcy speaking with the footmen, telling herself he was the reason for Jane's unhappiness. She began to feel a sense of panic when she realized she would ride in the carriage with the two gentlemen. It wasn't as if she hadn't ridden in a carriage with gentlemen before, but not one that had just proposed to her.

Sensing her unease, Charlotte came up behind her and put a hand on her arm. “Lizzy, are you worried about riding with Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam?”

“A little, do you think it is appropriate?”

Charlotte thought on this for a moment, looking out the window with Elizabeth. “I think it will be fine, don't worry. They are fine gentlemen and will let no harm come to you.”

Elizabeth smiled and noticed a slight drizzle start to fall. She turned to Charlotte and took her hands in hers. “Thank you, for everything.”

Charlotte embraced Elizabeth and held her tightly. “I hope Mrs. Bennett is doing well. Mariah, Mr. Collins and myself will follow in a day or so.”

They released each other and Charlotte walked with Elizabeth to the door. After saying goodbye to Mariah and Mr. Collins, Mr. Darcy handed her into the carriage. Elizabeth looked out the glass window at Charlotte as Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam sat down across from her. She waved goodbye as the carriage began to roll. They sat in silence for almost an hour, Elizabeth watching the pouring rain, and Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam reading books. She finally found the courage to ask a question about Mr. Darcy's letter.

“Mr. Darcy.” He looked up at her with a surprised look on this fine face. She continued. “May I ask a question about Mr. Wickham?”

Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Colonel Fitzwilliam closed his book and sighed. “Please Miss Bennett, ask anything you like.”

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, a bit nervous at having the attention of both gentlemen. “Was your father aware of Mr. Wickham's true character?”

Colonel Fitzwilliam looked at Darcy and frowned. Darcy looked at Elizabeth, a pained expression on his face. “No Miss Bennet, he did not know his true character. He loved him like a son, and took care of him after his father died, I did not divulge his ways to my father for fear of hurting him.”

Elizabeth nodded and turned to look out the window at the ever driving rain.

“Miss Bennet, I know that no one in Hertfordshire knows his true character, but believe me when I say everyone would be better off to stay away from him.” The colonel told her.

Elizabeth nodded and looked at Mr. Darcy, who was in turn looking back at her. “Mr. Darcy, I am sorry that I misjudged you because of Wickham's lies, but I still cannot forgive you in regards to my sister.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam, having already been admonished by Darcy earlier for his part in this situation, looked out the window. Mr. Darcy sighed and gave him a hard look, then turned back to Elizabeth. “May I be so bold as to ask what your sisters' feelings for Mr. Bingley were?”

Elizabeth's look turned icy and Mr. Darcy instantly regretted asking this question. “If you must know Mr. Darcy, she was quite in love with him. She has been miserable since the day he left Netherfield.”

Darcy cringed at Elizabeth's answer, knowing that Bingley was most passionately in love with Jane Bennett since the first day he met her. “Miss Bennett, I am sorry. A gross misjudgment on my part. I did, however, send an express to Bingley before we left telling him of Mrs. Bennet's condition. I expect he is on his way to Netherfield now, and perhaps we will meet up with him at Bromley. I plan on telling him everything the next time we meet.”

Elizabeth was quite taken aback by this statement and let a soft smile escape. To Mr. Darcy, this smile meant the world.

They traveled on for several more hours, the three speaking of books, the Colonels regiment, Elizabeth's family, and Mr. Darcy's sister. The weather in the meantime was getting worse and the roads were become treacherous. They reached Bromley before dark, only to be told that the road into Hertfordshire was closed due to the deep mud caused by the torrential rains. Elizabeth sat in the carriage alone while Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam spoke with the footmen. She stared out the window, taking in her surroundings when she spotted a familiar carriage. Thinking it must be Mr. Bingley's carriage, she opened the door and leaned out of the carriage trying to find Mr. Darcy, but could only hear is voice above the wind.

“So you are saying the road is impassable? Will it be passable by morning?”

She couldn't hear the reply, but Mr. Darcy had spotted her leaning out of the carriage and quickly came to the door.

“Miss Bennet! Please be careful, you don't want to fall!” He told her, trying to get her to sit back down in the carriage.

“Please, Mr. Darcy, isn't that Mr. Bingley's carriage?” She told him, pointing behind him.

Mr. Darcy turned in the direction of her pointed finger and nodded. “I'm certain it is. Stay here while I see if his party is here, Colonel Fitzwilliam is right outside, you will be quite safe.”

Elizabeth nodded and sat back down, a little worried that she may be out here alone. She watched as Mr. Darcy walked with a servant holding an umbrella into the inn. She then saw Colonel Fitzwilliam talking to the drivers of the carriage and immediately calmed down. A few moments later, Mr. Darcy returned and climbed into the carriage, careful not to get her wet.

“Mr. Bingley is inside. He has reserved lodgings for us. I have taken the liberty of sending an express to Longbourn informing them of our location.” He paused here, unsure of how to ask this next question. “Miss Bennett, do I ask too much to introduce my sister to you? She and her companion Ms. Annesley came along with Mr. Bingley and his sisters.”

Elizabeth looked up at him, and in the darkness of the carriage, she saw a slight fear in his eyes. “I would be delighted to meet your sister Mr. Darcy.”

He smiled at her and visibly relaxed. “Thank you Miss Bennet.”

She smiled back at him and turned towards the door as it opened. A smiling, blond haired Mr. Bingley popped his head in the door.

“Miss Bennet! Mr. Darcy! I am so happy you've arrived! We were quite concerned.”

“What about me Bingley?” Colonel Fitzwilliam teasingly asked from behind Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bingley turned and smiled good naturedly at the colonel. “You as well Colonel. Come, we've rooms for everyone and dinner is waiting.”

Mr. Darcy smiled and stepped out of the carriage, he motioned for the servant with the umbrella to come to the door, then he handed Elizabeth out of the carriage. Mr. Bingley offered his arm and Elizabeth gratefully accepted, letting herself to be led into the inn. They walked upstairs to a large parlour where Miss Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, a younger blond haired girl and an older woman were sitting. They all rose when they entered the room.

“Miss Eliza, how nice to see you again. I am very sorry to hear about your poor mother.” Miss Bingley said to her, trying to sound genuine, but failing.

“Thank you Miss Bingley.” Elizabeth said, letting go of Mr. Bingley's arm.

Elizabeth noticed that the young blond haired girl had embraced Mr. Darcy and they were quietly talking while Elizabeth greeted Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst.

“Miss Bennett, I must say again how glad I am to see all of you. We were quite afraid your carriage ran into some trouble.” Mr. Bingley told her.

Elizabeth smiled at him; quietly hoping dinner would be served soon. She turned to see Colonel Fitzwilliam smiling at her, as if enjoying a private joke and her curiosity got the best of her.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, why are you laughing at me?” She asked him, as everyone turned to look at him.

The Colonel, looking slightly embarrassed, grinned at Elizabeth. “Ah Miss Bennet, I was just thinking about our conversation in the carriage.”

She smiled at him, remembering the conversation she had with Mr. Darcy and Colonel in regards to Miss Bingley and her failed attempts to secure Mr. Darcy. Darcy, who had overheard his comment, stepped forward with a young girl on his arm.

“Miss Bennet, may I introduce my sister Georgiana. Georgiana, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennett.”

Elizabeth and Miss Darcy curtsied together and smiled at each other warmly. “It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Darcy.”

Miss Darcy blushed slightly and smiled. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well Miss Bennett. I've heard so much about you.”

Elizabeth smiled, and turned to Mr. Darcy, who quickly looked away. “I've heard much about you as well Miss Darcy. I hear you are fond of music and play very well.”

Miss Darcy blushed deeply again and looked up at Elizabeth and smiled. “I am very fond of music, but I must say I do not play well.”

“Nonsense dear Georgiana!” Miss Bingley interjected. “You are the most accomplished player I've heard.”

She blushed again and quietly thanked Miss Bingley as the bell was rung for dinner. Elizabeth, relieved that dinner was being served, took the offered arm of Colonel Fitzwilliam and followed the group into the dining room

“Miss Bennet, you handle Miss Bingley remarkably well.” The Colonel said to her in a quiet voice.

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head. “I must confess it is not always the case. But I do try.”

They all sat down to dinner and ate heartily, as everyone was famished from the long ride to Bromley. After dinner, instead of the usual socializing, the group all decided to retire. Mr. Darcy and Georgiana escorted Miss Bennett to her room and bid her good night. Elizabeth rang for the maid and changed out of her dress and into her nightclothes and fell into bed, dreading tomorrow. She laid awake for several hours, contemplating Mr. Darcy and the sudden change in his countenance. She couldn't make out why the change. She thought about the positive words of his proposal, something she had forgotten until now. He must have some feeling towards her as to profess his love to her so opening. She smiled in the darkness at the nervousness of his address. She closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep, wondering if her feelings were changing towards the puzzling Mr. Darcy.

***

Elizabeth was gently woken the next morning before first light by a shy lady's maid named Claire. She helped Elizabeth dress and styled her hair in an elegant up knot, then packed the rest of her things for the journey to Longbourn. Elizabeth found her way to the dining room, only to find Mr. Darcy there, sipping his tea quietly. He rose from his seat and bowed when he spotted her.

“Good morning Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth acknowledged him with a slight curtsey and sat down to Mr. Darcy's left. “Good morning Mr. Darcy. Are the roads clear?”

“Yes they are. We should be at Longbourn by early afternoon.”

Elizabeth nodded as a footman served her tea and muffins. They sat in silence for several minutes before Mr. Darcy finally decided to speak.

“Miss Bennet, I wish to apologize for my behavior in Hunsford. I am aware that my comments insulted you, and for that I am profoundly sorry.”

Elizabeth stared at him, searching for something unknown in his countenance. What she saw was a look of pure sadness in his eyes, so profound that she had to look away before answering.

“I accept your apology Mr. Darcy.” She said quietly.

A soft smile flashed across his face and then he became serious. “Miss Bennet, I hope you do not hold my words against me.”

Elizabeth looked up at him, and sipped her tea. “Mr. Darcy, I am now deeply honored by your proposal, and I am mortified at my words against you. You have shown me what kind of man you truly are…” She was interrupted by the noise of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst coming to the table.

Miss Bingley came around to sit on Mr. Darcy's right and beamed a smiled at him. “Well Good morning Mr. Darcy…” She paused to disdainfully look to Elizabeth. “Eliza, good morning to you as well.”

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy returned her greeting, although not as lively as Miss Bingley would have liked. Soon they were joined by the rest of the party and plans were made for the day. Mr. Darcy insisted the Miss Darcy and Ms. Annesley ride in the Darcy carriage with Elizabeth, and Colonel Fitzwilliam announced the find of three horses suitable for riding to Longbourn for himself, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley.

Elizabeth was disappointed that she would not be in the company of Mr. Darcy during the last leg of the journey to Longbourn, but hid it from the rest of the party. They finished their breakfasts, and the ladies and Mr. Hurst walked to the entrance of the inn to await the carriages as Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam gathered their mounts from the stables. The carriages pulled up and Mr. Darcy handed his sister and Ms. Annesley into the carriage and paused to look down at Elizabeth before handing her in.

“Miss Bennet, I know we may not have the opportunity to speak later when you return to Longbourn, but all my best wishes for Mrs. Bennet's recovery.”

Elizabeth looked up at him with such hopefulness in her eyes that he thought he would fall at her feet, begging for her forgiveness. He silently handed her into the carriage and closed the door, welcoming the long ride to Longbourn to collect himself.

***

The Darcy carriage rolled to a stop in front of Longbourn several hours later and Mr. Darcy dismounted from his horse and handed the reins over to a waiting stable boy. The footmen quickly came around to assist the ladies down as the doors to Longbourn opened and a pale Jane came rushing out. She greeted Mr. Darcy with a slight smile and watched impatiently as he waved the footman aside and handed Elizabeth down from the carriage. Jane immediately rushed to Elizabeth and embraced her.

“Oh Lizzy, I'm so glad you've come home!” Jane exclaimed, releasing her. “We were afraid the roads would be too treacherous!”

“Well, here we are.” Elizabeth said, as Mr. Darcy handed his sister down from the carriage.

Mr. Darcy turned to Jane. “Miss Bennett, before we depart, may I introduce my sister Georgiana?”

Jane smiled and returned Miss Darcy's curtsey. “I am very pleased to meet you Miss Darcy.”

Miss Darcy smiled and shyly looked down. “I am happy to make your acquaintance Miss Bennet.”

“Well, we will take our leave, please accept our best wishes for Mrs. Bennet's recovery. We will see you again soon.” Mr. Darcy said, as he handed his sister back into the carriage.

Elizabeth took a step forward. “Mr. Darcy, please let me thank you again for your kindness you've shown towards me.”

Mr. Darcy smiled at her. “You are most welcome, Miss Bennet.” He bowed to both Elizabeth and Jane, mounted his horse and followed the carriage to Netherfield.

“Well then, let's go to her.” Elizabeth said to Jane, sighing heavily. She followed her sister into the house.

Chapter 2

Mr. Bennet sat down behind his desk in the library that evening with a heavy heart. Mrs. Bennet had just taken her last breath, and he was there to hold her hand. He stared up at the painting over his fireplace, one that he had fought with Mrs. Bennet on furiously. It was a family portrait, painted when Lydia was two years old. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet sat in the middle, surrounded by all their daughters, smiling back at him. He poured a glass of brandy and took some paper out of a small box sitting on his desk. He needed to send an express to his brother Gardiner, and his eldest brother, Robert, in Stratton.

***

Elizabeth lay down in her bed that night, exhausted but not finding sleep. She had spent several hours at Mrs. Bennet's bedside, looking for some sign that she may wake up, but none ever came. She and Jane had quickly resumed their long talks before bed, and she had been in Jane's room for over an hour, telling her everything that had happened in Hunsford, including letting her read Mr. Darcy's letter. Jane being Jane, was not upset with Mr. Darcy, but was grateful for his offer of assistance to Elizabeth. She was almost asleep, dreaming about Mr. Darcy when someone knocked on her door. She found her shawl in the dark and fumbled her way to the door. She opened it to find Hill standing before her.

“Yes Hill, what is it?”

Hill dropped a quick curtsey. “If you please Miss Bennet, the Master is asking for you in his library.”

She nodded as Hill handed her a candle, she searched for her dressing gown and then closed the door behind her. She made her way down the dark staircase and knocked on the door to her father's library. Her father bid her entrance and she made her way over to the desk with where her father sat.

“Elizabeth, sit down.” She did so, and looked at her father with worry.

“Elizabeth, your mother has passed. I didn't want to awake everyone, but I wanted inform you tonight.”

She nodded and looked down at her hands in her lap, fumbling with the ends of her shawl. “What now Papa?”

“The funeral will be in two days time, and we will have several callers that you will have to receive. One will be my brother, Lord Robert and his wife Lady Gwyneth.”

Elizabeth looked up at him sharply, her eyes filled with wonder. “ Lord and Lady? What are you saying Papa?”

Mr. Bennet sighed and looked down at the letter that he had just sealed to his brother. “Let me start from the beginning. When I became engaged to your mother, my father, the Earl of Stratton sat down with and discussed this estate with me. Longbourn was entailed to my father, but he had is own estate and had little need of another one. My eldest brother Robert, who had not yet married, would inherit my father's estate and the title, had no want of Longbourn either. So it came to me, with the stipulation that if I did not produce an heir, the estate would be entailed away. My father died right after Jane was born, and Mrs. Bennett and I were unable to make the trip to Stratton due to her condition. Being the second son of an Earl, I wasn't of much importance anyway, and despised the society in which I had come from. Robert was deeply offended that I was not at the funeral and refused to speak with me henceforth. The last I heard of him was when Lydia was born, he wrote to me, informing me of Longbourn being entailed to the next male relative, Mr. Collins. Robert inherited the Earldom, married well and they live in Stratton presently, the very estate where I grew up. They have no children of their own, as the Lady is unable. When Mrs. Bennet fell ill, I felt disposed to write to him, as Mr. Collins did to me, to heal the breach in our family. He has since written back the wish to visit us here at Longbourn and meet my daughters. Undoubtedly my sister-in-law made this possible, as she began to write to Mrs. Bennet shortly after she married my brother. They became the most frequent correspondents and wished to meet, but my brother would not allow it.”

Elizabeth started to ask a question, but he held up his hand. “No, my dear, I know what you are going to ask. I forbade your mother from ever speaking of this. I wanted you to grow up here, and not in society. We are still just as poor, as the second son I inherited nothing.”

Elizabeth stared at him for several minutes before she could speak. “They are to stay at Longbourn then?”

“Yes they are.”

She nodded and folded her hands in her lap, a small smile on her face. “Am I to assume they are nothing like Mr. Collins?”

Mr. Bennet chuckled softly. “No my dear, nothing at all like Mr. Collins. I daresay their society will be much more agreeable.”


***

Elizabeth sat down at the breakfast table the morning after her mother's death, dressed in black and with a heavy heart. She had no sleep most of the night, due own grief, and going into Jane's room after her talk with her father and giving her the news. She let her mind wander to the events of earlier this morning, when she was awoken by a panic-stricken Kitty in regards to mourning frocks.

“Lizzy! I can not wear my old black frock; it is too short and does not fit well anymore. What will I do?”

Elizabeth began to answer Kitty, but was interrupted by a knock on her door. Mary, Lydia and Jane entered all carrying black garments in their arms.

“Lizzy, Mary nor Lydia has a black gown to fit them. I have brought in my old ones, maybe they will do. “Jane told them, laying the somber black bombazine dresses on Elizabeth's bed.

Elizabeth sat down at her dressing table and thought quickly, ignoring the sobs coming from Lydia about her attire. “Mary, ring for Hill please.”

Mary did so, and Elizabeth turned to face her sisters. “Well, between all of us, we should be able to come up with something. Lydia, I believe you will be able to wear my old black dress, it just needs minor repair, and perhaps it will be fine. Kitty…” She was interrupted by Hill knocking on the door.

Hill entered the bedchamber with a weak smile on her face and curtsied. “Yes Miss Elizabeth?”

“Hill, until we can get to the modiste, we will need to repair our older dresses so Mary, Kitty and Lydia will be able to wear them.”

“Yes Ma'am.” Hill said. She immediately sent for Sarah and Alice and they got to work refitting Jane and Elizabeth's outgrown dresses. In the end, all five sisters went down stairs to breakfast in appropriate mourning attire.

Jane and Elizabeth exchanged looks across the table. They knew today would be difficult, and Lydia wasn't making it any easier. She had been sobbing and carrying on all night, so that no one above stairs could get any rest, and this morning she continued carrying on about her dresses not fitting properly. She certainly didn't blame her sister for be upset, for she was just as upset, but Lydia tended to behave in this manner to draw attention more than anything else. Elizabeth wondered is Lydia was mourning their mother's death at all.

“Tea, Lizzy?” Kitty asked, trying to ignore Lydia's sobs coming from across the table.

“Thank you Kitty.” She gave her sister a kind smile while she poured her tea. There's hope for Kitty yet. She thought to herself

Jane sat staring at the plate in front of her, while Mary picked at her breakfast, and Lydia continued sobbing loudly. Elizabeth buttered her toast and tried to eat, but her stomach rebelled against the idea. She quietly sipped her tea until her father came into the room.

“Good morning.” Mr. Bennet said quietly, taking his seat at the head of the table. The five girls stared at him for some time, watching his stare across the table at the vacant chair that Mrs. Bennett usually occupied.

“Papa, would you care for some tea?” Kitty asked hesitantly. Elizabeth gave her sister another smile, commending her for her bravery.

Mr. Bennet looked up sharply to see who had spoken to him. When he saw the fearful look on Kitty's face and the trembling teapot in her hand and instantly softened his face.

“Please Kitty, thank you.”

Kitty quickly poured the tea and sat back down, trying to regain her composure. Mr. Bennet took a drink of his tea and looked out to his five daughters and sighed.

“Well, here we are. I don't suppose Lydia; you could be silent for a moment, could you?” He asked, and seeing that Lydia had no intention of being silent, continued a bit louder.

“You all know that Lizzy will take the place as Mistress of Longborn, and when she marries, then the next eldest will. I'm sorry to have to put you in this position Lizzy; I know you've no wish for it.”

Elizabeth looked to her father and took his outstretched hand. “It is fine Papa, I will do my best.”

“Ah yes Lizzy, I know you shall. Jane, since you and Lizzy are so close together in age, I expect to help your sister as much as you can. Mary, Kitty and Lydia, you will listen to Jane and Lizzy.” He told them. He rose from the table and left the room for his library.

Breakfast went on, while Mrs. Bennet's body was prepared upstairs for the callers that would come later on and the next day. Elizabeth sought to keep her sisters away from their mother's bedchamber as long as possible, but Lydia began insisting between sobs that she see her mother.

“Lizzy, I must see her! Please let me go to my mother!” Lydia cried, standing in the middle of the drawing room.

“Lydia, please sit down. You will be able to see our mother soon, please, sit down and be still.”

Lydia sat down, but began sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. Elizabeth looked at Jane, helpless as of what to do. Jane smiled weakly at Elizabeth and went to comfort Lydia, while Elizabeth left the room in search of her father. She paused outside his study, not knowing if she would be welcome. She softly knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

“Come.” She heard from within, and she turned the knob slowly and entered the study. Mr. Bennet was sitting at his desk, drinking port and going through some paperwork.

“Papa, I need to speak with you in regards to mourning gowns. Myself and Jane have some, and we have altered our older ones for Lydia, Kitty and Mary. We will need to go into town to the modiste.”

“Yes, you are correct. I shall call for the carriage and you may all go. I believe Mrs. Weston will be expecting you, she has sent a note this morning anticipating your arrival.”

Elizabeth nodded and started towards the door.

“Lizzy, come here my child.”

She turned and went to her father, who stood to meet her. “I know my dear you are quite upset, and I hope tomorrow and the next day will not be too trying for you and all your sisters. We will get through this together, I promise.”

He embraced her warmly, as tears started streaming down her face. “Oh Papa! I don't know what to do!”

“You know your duties; your mother has instilled this in you since you were young. Jane will help as she can. Besides, you may marry one day and leave all this Jane to deal with.” He told her, making her smile.

She hugged her father and they left the study, Mr. Bennet to call for the carriage and Elizabeth to gather her sisters for the trip into town.

***
Elizabeth sat in the garden, trying to read and keeping an eye on Kitty and Lydia, who were taking a turn about the garden and whispering secretly to one another. They had been back from the modiste for about an hour, and she shuddered to remember to scene that Lydia caused in the shop. She hated the material, and why couldn't she have some color on her dresses. In the end, Elizabeth had to take Lydia aside and censor her sharply. They had rode back to Longborn in silence, and were not allowed back in the house as of yet. Mrs. Bennett's was still upstairs lying in state, her body being prepared by the morticians from Meryton, and they would be called back into the house by their father at any moment to come say their goodbyes. Jane sat next to her, starting at the flowers beginning to bloom and Mary sat next to her, reading Fordyce's Sermons silently.

Jane placed her hand on Elizabeth's, and she looked up to see their father coming towards them. The three rose, and he motioned Kitty and Lydia over to them.

“If you wish, you may see your mother now.” He told them, and then turned to go back to the house. They all nodded, and slowly followed their father. They climbed the stairs quietly, and Elizabeth slowly opened the door to their mother's bedchamber.

Mrs. Bennet was still lying on her bed, dressed in her best gown and covered in a thin, transparent veil. The sisters stood on either side of the bed, staring down at their mother. The room was very quiet, as no one dared to make a sound. Jane grasped a hold of Elizabeth's hand and she looked into her face to see tears threatening to spill over. She put her arm around Jane's shoulders and the two held each other for several moments before Lydia started wailing.

“Mama! Please come back to me! Don't leave me here!” Lydia cried, throwing herself on the bed next to her mother and clutching at her hand. Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other in horror, as Mary and Kitty tried to calm Lydia. Mr. Bennet slipped quietly into the hallway.

Kitty pulled a still wailing Lydia off the bed while Jane moved to straighten the fabric covering their mother. A soft knock at the door made them start and Elizabeth went to the door.

“Lizzy, the mortician will need some time to come back in and prepare the coffin, I will be in the library, and you and your sister Jane come see when you finished here.” Mr. Bennet told her through the crack in the door. She nodded and closed the door, and taking a deep breath, she turned to face her sisters.

“Lydia, please! I know you are upset, but please try to control yourself. Kitty, take Lydia to her room and have Sara bring up some tea, we will be in there shortly.”

Kitty nodded and dragged Lydia from the room. Elizabeth sighed and Mary came over and squeezed her hand. “She does that to get attention you know that, don't you Lizzy?”

She and Jane nodded. “Well, let's give Lydia a chance to calm down before going to her. Jane, Papa wants us to come to him in his library. Mary, will you check on Kitty and Lydia and come get us if you need us. We won't be long.”

Mary nodded and left the room, leaving Jane and Elizabeth alone with their mother.

“Oh Lizzy!” Jane sobbed. “What will we do?”

Elizabeth embraced her sister tightly for several minutes, both of them crying on each other. They finally left the room and went downstairs to their father's library.

While his daughters were upstairs visiting their mother, Mr. Bennet was in his library, reading over the express he had just received from his Brother Gardiner. They would also be coming tomorrow and will stay for at least a fortnight. He sighed and put the letter on his desk, and leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples softly. A knock on the door made him jump, and remembering he needed to talk to Elizabeth and Jane, he bade them enter.

The girls walked in and sat down across from their father with tears in their eyes.

“Elizabeth, Jane, I've just received a letter from your Uncle Gardiner, they will arrive tomorrow and will stay for at least a fortnight.”

The girls nodded, knowing their Aunt and Uncle would stay as long as they could to help out their family, but what their father said next shocked Jane the most of all.

“Lord and Lady Stratton will also arrive tomorrow. They will dine with us in the evening, and will also stay for at least a fortnight.”

Elizabeth only nodded, as this news was not a shock to her. Jane meanwhile, had turned ghostly white and her mouth had dropped open.

“Lord and Lady Stratton? Who are they Papa?”

“Lord Stratton is my eldest brother.”

Jane looked shocked as Elizabeth patted her hand in sympathy, for she too was quite shocked last night when she heard the news. Mr. Bennet continued with the same story he told Elizabeth last evening, and looked up to see a very distraught Jane looking back at him.

“Jane, whatever is the matter dear?”

Jane gulped and looked down at the floor, a slight tone of anger mixed with shock in her voice. “Why were we never told of this Papa? Did you forbid our mother from mentioning it to us, for fear we would act differently?”

Mr. Bennet looked first at Jane, then at Elizabeth. Jane rarely spoke in anger, and he was quite shocked. “Jane, our circumstances are still the same. Being the second born, I inherited nothing. I was given Longborn and that is all. Don't be angry my dear, I knew it would be difficult to hear right now.”

Jane looked up at her father with a cold look in her bright blue eyes. “May I be excused?”

He nodded, and Jane rose and ran out of the room, leaving a shocked Elizabeth still sitting in her chair.

“I will go to her Papa, she is just upset. She didn't mean the anger towards you.”

“No Elizabeth, let her be angry with me. These past several days have made me realize that I shouldn't have kept this from any of you. We may not have been the richer for it, but you girls would have had so many more opportunities if I had made the relationship known.”

Elizabeth nodded and rose from her chair. “I will go see if Jane is alright. She isn't angry with you Papa.” She walked around the desk and gave her father a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room.

Mr. Bennet, after the door was closed, poured a glass of brandy and leaned back in his chair, tears coming down his face.

Chapter 3

Jane paced around her room, twisting her bonnet in her hands as she walked. Her anger was unjustified, she knew, but she couldn't help it. All this time they had unknown relations, connections to an Earl, and their father chose to keep it from them. She shook her head, trying to push the memory of the conversation from her mind. They could have been so much better off; their mother might not have died if they would have been more comfortable. Her mother was always upset that they would never marry, and here was the one thing they had needed all along. She collapsed on her bed and silently sobbed, covering her face with her bonnet. She knew she would have to apologize to her father, and to Lizzy, but she couldn't face anyone right now.

A soft knock at her door made her head raise violently. “Lizzy, please, I want to be alone right now.” She pleased with the closed door.

On the other side of the door, Elizabeth shook her head, wondering how she knew it was her. “Jane please, let me come in.”

Jane sighed; she rose from her bed and opened the door to Lizzy's worried face. She turned and walked back to her bed, and heard the door shut behind her.

Elizabeth sat down silently next to Jane on the bed, and they sat there for some time before Jane finally spoke.

“Lizzy, did Papa ever realize that maybe if we had known about our relations sooner that Mama might not have died?”

“Jane, don't think like that. Papa hasn't spoken with Lord Stratton for several years, but our Mama did write to Lady Stratton several times over the years, trying to bring our families together. She knew, Jane, but Papa forbid her to tell us. He thought it was for the best.”

Jane nodded and leaned to put her head on Elizabeth's shoulder. “So what will happen now? We are to be in mourning for six months.”

Elizabeth laughed softly and rested her head on Jane's. “Well, I daresay that Lord and Lady Stratton will still be our relations in six months. Papa has already said he wishes for us to go their house in London after our mourning is over. So you see Jane, it is not very bad.”

Jane nodded. “I should apologize to my father.”

Elizabeth patted her hand. “It won't be necessary, for he told me you have every right to be angry. I was too, a little. But, we are not to tell Mary, Kitty and especially Lydia until later this evening. They will be here tomorrow, and I don't want Lydia to make a spectacle of herself.”

Jane laughed, but then became very serious. “What if they don't like us Lizzy?”

“Oh Jane! Who could not like you! You are so sweet and kind. No, they will like you above all, especially me!”

The girls laughed softly, not wanting anyone to hear them. They left Jane's room, Elizabeth going to the parlour, and Jane to her father's library. Elizabeth had just sat down with her needlework when Hill came in to announce a guest.

“Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy Ma'am.”

Elizabeth stood, quite shocked to have visitors so soon after her mother's death. The gentlemen walked in and bows and curtsies were exchanged.

“Hill, please tell Jane and my father we have guests. I believe they are in the library.” Hill nodded and closed the door, and Elizabeth turned to her guests.

Elizabeth motioned for the gentlemen to sit, as she took a seat on the settee. “You are very welcome Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy. Thank you for coming to call.”

Darcy took a seat across from Elizabeth, and Bingley next to him. Bingley, who could no longer keep quiet, spoke first. “Miss Bennet, we are very sorry to hear of your mother's passing. We have come to offer any assistance that may be needed.”

Darcy nodded. “If you and your family are in need of anything Miss Bennet, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Elizabeth was taken aback at their kindness. “I thank you both. I assure you that everything has been taken care of. My father has seen to it personally.”

They nodded, and the door to the parlour opened and Jane and Mr. Bennet came into the room.

Darcy and Bingley rose from their seats as Mr. Bennet extended his hand. “Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, I see. It is good of you to call. I believe you know Jane.”

Jane took a seat next to Elizabeth, and Mr. Bennet stood at the fireplace, stoking the fire. The group was silent for several minutes before Darcy decided to speak.

“Mr. Bennet, we are quite sorry for your terrible loss. I am certain Mrs. Bennet will be missed throughout the neighborhood.”

Mr. Bennet turned to look at Mr. Darcy, slightly shocked. “Thank you Mr. Darcy, that is kind of you to say. She may have been one of the silliest women in all of England, but I daresay she will be missed.”

Elizabeth lowered her head in disbelief, but then looked up again when Mr. Bingley spoke.

“We have come to offer any assistance that may be needed, sir. We are at your disposal.”

Mr. Bennet, shocked for a second time that afternoon, turned to look at the gentlemen very carefully. Then it hit him, these two were smitten with Lizzy and Jane! Oh if Mrs. Bennet could have seen it now!

“Thank you Mr. Bingley, that is quite generous of you. All the preparations have been taken care of. The funeral will be in two days time at the Longbourn Church. Am I to assume that we will be seeing you quite often over the next several days?”

Darcy and Bingley nodded, confirming his suspicions. Before he could say anything else, Hill came through the door.

“Mrs. Phillips and Lady Lucas sir.”

Mr. Bennet nodded as the ladies were shown into the room. “I believe this is our cue, would you care to join me in my library, and we will out of the ladies way.”

Bingley and Darcy took their leave of the ladies and followed Mr. Bennet into his library. Darcy took a look around and was quite pleased with what he saw. The walls were lined with several books, some looking to be quite old. He ran his hands along the volumes and was surprised to see several priceless editions.

“See anything you like Darcy? These books came from my father's library, and some I have obtained throughout the years.”

Darcy stopped, a bit confused at Mr. Bennet's statement. He had always thought of Longbourn as an estate that was handed down from Mr. Bennet's father.

“Mr. Bennet, am I correct in saying that your father did not live at Longbourn?”

Mr. Bennet turned to take a look at Darcy before answering. He had heard nothing good about him from his neighbors, but here in his house he seemed amiable and likeable. And, he had seen to it that his Lizzy made it home safe. He decided both gentlemen could be trusted.

“You are correct Mr. Darcy, my father did not live at Longbourn, and this estate was entailed upon me, just like it is Mr. Collins. My late father was the Earl of Stratton.”

Darcy turned to look at Mr. Bennet, shock clearly registered on his face. “The Earl of Stratton, why, then are you the brother of the current Earl, Lord Robert?”

“Yes I am. They are to arrive here tomorrow. Do you know of them?”

“I am acquainted with Lord and Lady Stratton. They are friends of my Uncle, the Earl of Mattlock. I never knew he had a brother.”

Mr. Bennet motioned for Darcy to sit down next to Mr. Bingley, who was also quite shocked, but speechless. “No, I supposed you wouldn't have known. We haven't been on the best terms these many years. I removed myself from their society when I married Mrs. Bennet. I did not want my children brought up in that sphere.”

Darcy nodded, knowing all to well what Mr. Bennet meant. “I understand completely. My father had often said the same thing, though my mother would hear nothing of it.”

“Your mother was Lady Anne, wasn't she? I remember meeting her once; she was quite beautiful, and very nice.”

Darcy nodded at the reference of his mother and turned to look out the window, deep in thought.

“There is another reason I asked you both into my library this afternoon. I can see that you both hold a peculiar regard for my daughters, Elizabeth and Jane.”

Bingley and Darcy both looked up sharply at Mr. Bennet, their faces becoming red with embarrassment. Mr. Bennet chuckled softly and poured three glasses of his finest port and handed them out.

“As you know, they will be in mourning for quite some time, and while I have no objections to either of you, I fear Mr. Darcy you may have a challenge ahead of you.”

Darcy looked at him is disbelief. “What is that, sir?”

“My Lizzy is now the Mistress of Longbourn. She takes that position seriously, and I fear you may have a hard time getting her to accept your proposals.”

Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was never one to discuss his personal feelings with his friends, let alone a man he just met. But, this was Elizabeth's father, so he decided to be honest.

“Sir, while in Hunsford, I did propose to Miss Bennet. She refused me, and I must say my manner of proposal was quite horrid. On the journey from Hunsford, we talked about…some issues she has with me, and I believe they have been sorted out.”

“Refused you already, well, I must say I'm not surprised. Well, I wish you both good luck. You have my consent, but keep in mind that the mourning period will last at least six months, and in polite society, courting is not allowed. Pray tell me, Mr. Bingley, how long do you wish to reside at Netherfield?”

Bingley looked up, startled at the direct question. “As long as necessary sir.”

“And you Mr. Darcy? Surely you have your own estate, and cannot be away for long.”

Darcy nodded. “You are correct sir, but your daughter means a great deal to me, and I think that Pemberley can be managed from afar for a while.”

Mr. Bennet smiled and rose from his seat, Darcy and Bingley following him to the door. “Well then, I wish you both good luck.”

They both thanked Mr. Bennet and headed towards the parlour to take their leave. They bid Jane, Elizabeth and their guests good bye, and made their way back to Netherfield, both contemplating their conversation with Mr. Bennet.

***

Elizabeth fell into bed late that evening, mentally and physically exhausted. Starting tomorrow, visitors would come to call and view her mother, and she and Jane promised their father they would receive everyone. It was going to be a long day, one she wasn't looking forward to.

She blew out the candle next to her bed and lay there quietly, staring at the canopy. Her mind wandered to what might have been the conversation between her father, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley in the library this afternoon. She tried asking her father, but he waved her away. She knew she had misjudged Mr. Darcy, and she had faith that he would inform Mr. Bingley of his interference soon. She thought back to the breakfast at Bromley, and what she was going to tell him in regards to his proposal. Had she been ready to accept him? Could she marry a man of his stature? Sadly, with events unfolding as they did, she would not be able to marry for quite some time; she must handle Longbourn as its mistress. Besides, Jane would marry first; she was sure, after the mourning period was over. She sighed and rolled over towards the window. She wondered what her mother would think of all of this.

Little did she know, Mr. Darcy was doing almost the exact thing, gazing out the window from his room at Netherfield. Sleep would not come to him, even after two glasses of brandy. He kept thinking about what Mr. Bennet had said earlier, of Elizabeth being a challenge. He wondered how his addresses would be received after their period of mourning was over. How long would Elizabeth put off her own happiness to make sure Longbourn was taken care of. He laughed to himself as he thought of Bingley. Bingley, who was never at a loss for words, had been quiet the entire evening, only answering when directly spoken to. He knew he needed to tell him about Miss Jane's feelings toward him, and decided to do so first thing in the morning.

***

Elizabeth sat in the parlour, anxiously awaiting the carriage that would bring Lord and Lady Stratton to Longbourn. Jane sat next to her, twisting her hands nervously, having long given up her needlework an hour ago when she couldn't concentrate. The conversation with Mary, Kitty and Lydia this morning informing them of their guests had not gone well. Mr. Bennet gave up when Lydia began chattering excitedly about being the niece of an Earl. He disappeared into his library, with the order to be called on only when his brother Gardiner, or his brother Lord Stratton arrived. It had been up to Elizabeth and Jane to calm Lydia down, and in the end, it was with the threat of banishing her to her room that finally gave them peace. Kitty took it tolerably well, she held in her feelings unlike Lydia, and Mary took the news with calm indifference.

The sound of horses brought Elizabeth out of her reverie as the sisters ran towards the window. A large carriage, not unlike Mr. Darcy's carriage was pulling up, bearing a coat of arms that Elizabeth had seen one time before, but she couldn't remember where. Jane looked at her sister with a slight fear in her eyes, and Elizabeth led the way to the foyer, where they met their father.

“Alright my daughters, let's meet your Aunt and Uncle.” He shot a warning look at Lydia, who immediately looked at the floor. He led them out the door just as a man resembling their father stepped down from the carriage.

Mr. Bennet approached the gentleman slowly, as if unsure what his reception would be. The gentleman turned to hand down a petite woman from the carriage and then turned to Mr. Bennet.

“Thomas.” He simply said, looking at Mr. Bennet carefully.

“Robert, you are very welcome at Longbourn.” He told him, extending his hand in greeting.

The man took the offered hand, then embraced his younger brother, clapping him soundly on the back.

“Thomas, I hate that Fanny's death is what it took for us to meet again. But, I see your lovely daughters have come to greet us. Let's meet them Gwen.”

Mr. Bennet greeted his sister in law with a kiss on the hand, and then was admonished for not giving her a hug, and did so quickly. Mr. Bennet led them to his daughters, who were standing just outside the door.

“Elizabeth, Jane, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia, may I introduce Lord and Lady Stratton, your Aunt and Uncle.” Mr. Bennet said formally, still a little unsure of himself.

The girls all curtsied, and held out their hands to their uncle, who's face was beaming.

“Thomas! Why, these girls are lovely! Shame on you for keeping them from us. Gwen, don't you agree?” Lord Stratton said, looking towards his wife.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Why yes, I dare say, they must be in the prettiest girls in Hertfordshire!”

“It's a pleasure to welcome you to Longbourn, Lord Stratton, Lady Stratton. We have all looked forward to meeting you.” Elizabeth said.

Lord Stratton shook his head and took Elizabeth's hand. “No, we won't have any of the “Lord Stratton” nonsense. You may call me Uncle, I won't have you addressing me formally!”

Before Elizabeth could answer, Lady Stratton took her other hand. “That goes for me as well, my dears. I have longed to meet you for quite some time, and I would love for you all to call me Aunt.”

The girls smiled, and everyone breathed a deep sight of relief. Mr. Bennet led the way into the house, instructing Hill to see that their guests be shown to their rooms to rest after their long journey. They agreed to meet each other again before dinner, giving them ample time to rest.

After seeing his brother and wife upstairs, Mr. Bennet came back down into the parlour, where he found all his daughters discussing their Aunt and Uncle. They stopped immediately when he entered the room.

“Please, don't stop on my account. I am glad to see that we are all relaxed now, and that you all like my brother and his wife. I daresay your Uncle and Aunt Gardiner will arrive before long, as well as visitors coming to call and pay respects. I am very proud of you all for the way you acted just now, including you Lydia.”

Lydia smirked softly, but kept her comments to herself. She simply smiled at her father.

The sound of another carriage signaled the Gardiner's arrival, and they all went out to greet them.

Chapter 4

Darcy sat in the drawing room that morning after breakfast, waiting for Bingley to finish eating so they could speak. Along with thoughts of Elizabeth last night, his friends' reaction to what he was about to tell him kept him up most of the night. He stood up and began pacing around the room; his patience and resolve wearing thin. Just as he was about to drag Bingley from the breakfast table, the man himself appeared in the doorway.

“Darcy! Why, you are acting like a caged animal! What is it you needed to speak with me about?”

Darcy started to speak, but the appearance of Miss Bingley behind her brother silenced him.

“Charles, let's speak in your study.”

Bingley nodded and turned around to head for his study, when his sister's sickening sweet voice stopped him.

“But Mr. Darcy, whatever you have to say to Charles can be said in front of me. We are practically family you know!”

Darcy held back the urge to laugh. “I'm afraid Miss Bingley this wouldn't interest you, just estate business.”

She nodded, and with a lustful look watched his fine figure cut through the room on his way to Charles' study.

When they reached the study, Charles took at seat in a comfortable armchair in front of the fire. Darcy closed the door behind him and took the seat next to him.

Darcy turned towards Bingley, and with a heavy sigh, began. “Charles, we've been friends now for quite some time, have we not?”

With a shocked look on his face, Bingley replied. “Well yes Darce, we have.”

Darcy sighed and continued, albeit with a heavy heart. “Charles, I did something last winter that I am utterly ashamed of. I was not alone in the juncture, but I will not place the blame on anyone but myself. Last winter, the morning after the Netherfield Ball, do you remember what I said to you?”

Bingley gazed into the fire, as if trying to find the answer in the dancing flames. “Yes, you convinced me that Miss Bennet did not care for me, and that her family with no connections to speak of, would make for an imprudent match. I daresay we found out different yesterday from Mr. Bennet. Why?”

Darcy swallowed and tuned to look Bingley in the eye. “Charles, I was wrong, completely wrong. Miss Bennet has loved you these several months, she was devastated when you left.”

Bingley stared at Darcy for several minutes before he could finally speak. “My angel, in pain all this time. How could you?”

“Charles, I didn't tell you things because I wanted to, I told you because this is what I believed then. Your sisters were in complete agreement. There is another matter, which I am quite ashamed. Miss Bennet was in London and called upon Miss Bingley. I concealed her presence from you, in the hopes of easing your pain. I have it on very good authority that she has loved you these many months.”

Bingley rose quickly from his chair, and started pacing about the room, not unlike how Darcy paced earlier. “But, she's in mourning now. I can't renew my addresses to her, you heard her father…” His voice trailed off as he turned to look at Darcy with a smirk on his fair face.

“You're in love with Miss Elizabeth, aren't you? This is your very good authority, isn't it? Well, I must say Darce, you've made a mess of things. I can't renew my addresses to Jane, and you will not be able to court Miss Elizabeth until their mourning is complete.”

Darcy slumped in his chair, the proposal from Hunsford running through his mind. “Charles, I proposed to Miss Elizabeth in Hunsford. She refused me.”

Bingley stopped his pacing and came back to sit next to Darcy. “Why would she refuse you?”

Darcy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “My proposal wasn't the most flattering to Miss Elizabeth. She was justified in her refusal of me. I won't give up though, I will wait out her mourning period and start courting her properly this time.”

Before Bingley could answer, the door to the study burst open, and Colonel Fitzwilliam strode in.

“Good morning gentlemen! Ah, Darcy, I see you've confessed to Bingley.”

Darcy glared at his cousin while Bingley chuckled. “Yes he has colonel, but I believe I can forgive him. As I cannot court Miss Jane until her mourning period is over, Darcy here cannot court Miss Bennet until then either.”

“Ah, so you're still going to give it a go, are you Darcy? Well, good, Miss Bennet is a splendid woman, if she was rich I might have taken a shot at her.”

Darcy again glared at his cousin, but his countenance softened instantly. “Well cousin, we learned yesterday about some of the Bennet's relations. You are acquainted with them, I'm sure.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam pulled a chair up to the fire and gave Darcy a menacing look. “Well go on man, who are they?”

“Mr. Bennet is the brother of the Earl of Stratton. I believe they are friends of your fathers, are they not?”

The Colonel smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Yes they are, Lord Robert and Lady Gwyneth, very respectable people, a delight to be around. They have no children of their own, I'm sad to say, but they are splendid people.” The Colonel paused, a look of mischief in his eye. “I bet old Lady Catherine would be speechless if she knew that poor Miss Bennet, with no relations to speak of was the niece of an Earl.”

The gentleman laughed heartily for the next half hour, all the while making plans to visit Longbourn again that evening, regardless of the Bennet's mourning.

***

Elizabeth sat in the parlour, trying to read, but not being able to concentrate on the words and Jane was trying again to work on her sewing, but was having the same problem. Mary sat in a corner; her nose in a book, and Kitty and Lydia had run upstairs to their rooms to try on their new black gowns. The last of the callers had left a half hour ago, and they expected no one else that evening. So many of their neighbors had come to pay their respects to Mrs. Bennet and the family, with kind and thoughtful words of sympathy. They had just settled in the parlour to rest before supper.

“Lizzy, do you think Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy will visit us today? Would it be proper?”

“Well Jane, I must say we can not stop them. They may come to call this evening and spend their time with Papa. If they do come, I will ask Papa about asking them to stay for supper. It is the least I can do after Mr. Darcy made sure I was delivered back to Longbourn safely.”

Jane nodded and tried her sewing again. She gave up for good when Lady Gwenyth came into the room, followed by their Aunt Gardiner. They had been visiting Mrs. Bennet's room with their husbands and Mr. Bennet. The girls rose from their seats and curtsied respectfully. Lady Gwenyth waved them off with a smile.

“Girls, there no need for that level of formality. We are family, as I was just telling our dear Mrs. Gardiner here, I so hope that we will be close.”

Jane and Elizabeth sat back down, followed by Mary. Mrs. Gardiner took at seat next to Jane and Lady Gwyneth sat in a chair next to the fire.

“Now girls, I know this will be a difficult time for you, but I want you to know that we will stay as long as need be to help you through.”

“Thank you, Lady...I mean Aunt.” Elizabeth said, still not comfortable with the title.

Mrs. Gardiner, noticing her favorite niece uncomfortable, looked at her kindly. “Elizabeth, I know it has been hard, your mother passing, then finding out about your new relations, and taking care of Longbourn as well. We are here for you all, just let us help you. Is there anything you need from us, any questions you want to ask?”

Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip as Jane looked at her hopefully. They had talked last night about Lydia, and her wild behavior. They were at a loss as to what to do, and this seemed like a good time to discuss.

“Well, I do have a concern. It's about Lydia. Our mother failed to check her wild behavior, and now I'm afraid she will become more out of control than we can handle. She's already proven that she won't listen to me or Jane unless we threaten her.”

Mrs. Gardiner nodded as Lady Gwyneth looked thoughtfully at Elizabeth. “My dear, what exactly is Lydia's wild behavior? I would think that she too young to be out, so what harm could she have done?”

Jane closed her eyes and let an audible moan escape. Elizabeth, ignoring Mary's annoyed sigh and Jane's discomfort, went on. “She is out, our mother saw no point of having all her daughters out except Lydia. Lydia was Mama's favorite, as she was most like her, and she let her get away with a great many of things.”

A shocked Lady Gwyneth shifted in her chair to turn more towards Elizabeth. “Why, out before the older daughters are married? Well, that would be considered improper in town, but maybe not so improper here. Tell me, are other girls her age out, before their older sisters are married?”

Elizabeth and Jane nodded, and Lady Gwyneth continued. “Well, there is nothing we can do about it now. We must try to curtail her behavior, the mourning period calls for a period of solitude, reflection and healing. I am quite sure this won't be easy.”

Mrs. Gardiner nodded. “You are quite right. Lydia's behavior has not been checked for so long, I fear she is quite set in her ways. This will be difficult.”

The ringing of the bell kept Elizabeth from replying. The ladies stood as Hill opened the door to introduce their guests.

“Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, and Colonel Fitzwilliam.”

The ladies all greeted the gentlemen, and Elizabeth instructed Hill to inform their father of their guests. After introductions were made, she took advantage of the gentlemen speaking with Mrs. Gardiner and Jane to ask Lady Gwyneth a quiet question.

“Aunt, would it be proper to ask the gentlemen to join us for supper this evening? Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam saw that I arrived at Longbourn safely, and I feel it is the least we could do.”

Lady Gwyneth smiled at her young niece, impressed with her sense of propriety. “My dear, I think it would fine to ask them to stay. As you are well acquainted with the gentlemen, I see no impropriety in supper, as long as it is not a gay afair. A quiet meal with close friends and family is allowed during this time.”

Elizabeth smiled at her Aunt and turned to issue the invitation. As the gentlemen exchanged curious glances, Lady Gwyneth put them at ease.

“I feel that since you delivered my dear niece safely to Longbourn, that a quiet supper would not go against the bonds of propriety, if that is the cause of your hesitation.”

The gentlemen smiled in relief and gratefully accepted in the invitation, much to Mr. Bennet's delight, as she had just come into the room with his brothers to meet the gentlemen. Mr. Bingley immediately sent a note to Netherfield, stating they would not be back for supper. Elizabeth stepped out of the room quietly for a moment to consult with Hill about the additions to dinner, and was joined by Mr. Bennet.

“Lizzy, are you alright? You look rather nervous.”

Elizabeth smiled at her father and took his offered arm. “I am fine Papa, I was nervous about asking the gentlemen to stay, for I wasn't sure what society allowed, but my Aunt tells me it is accepted.”

Mr. Bennet nodded and released his daughter to speak with the cook about tonight's supper, proud of this daughter, and sad at the time.

***

Caroline sat in her bedchamber, gazing at her face in the glass and messing with her hair. She took ample time to prepare for tonight, and Mr. Darcy. She has chosen her favorite gown, her maid had arranged the feathers in he hair beautifully, and she was ready to see him. A knock at her door made her start, and she bade the visitor entrance.

Her maid Sara came into the room as delivered a note from the master to her mistress. Caroline hastily ripped open the note, and reading it quickly, tossed in the floor in a huff.

“Who delivered this? What does he mean, they won't be back for supper? That little country chit! She has seduced him! Yes, that's what has happened! Sara, go find Mrs. Hurst at once!”

Sara dropped a slightly frightened curtsey and fled the room, anxious to get away from her mistress' wrath.

Chapter 5

Elizabeth lay down in bed that night, thoroughly exhausted and somewhat confused. She trusted the judgment of her Aunt, Lady Gwenyth regarding inviting the gentlemen to supper, but was still unsure. She didn't want to look improper to her neighbors, and tarnish her mother's memory. Sighing, she rolled over and sat upright in her bed. The fire in the grate had died, and she rose from her bed to get her shawl and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. Not wanting to return to bed yet, she sat down in the window seat and stared out at the darkness, seeing nothing, yet feeling everything. She knew the tears would come, so she rested her head against the windowpane as they fell. She began to sob, as the events of the last several days came back to her full force. She cried for her mother, her family's lack of connections, fortune, and most of all, she hated to admit, she cried because of her foolish refusal of Mr. Darcy. Why had she been such a horrible judge of character! Why had she allowed herself to be taken in by Wickam's lies and deceit! Dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief, she made her way back to bed. Laying down and drawing the covers up to her chin, Elizabeth closed her eyes, wishing sleep to come quickly.

Across the countryside, Caroline Bingley also laid in her bed, wide-awake and staring at the canopy, quietly seething. She was furious with the Bennet's regardless of their loss, which in her mind wasn't such a great loss, as she despised Mrs. Bennet. Her dreams of being Mrs. Darcy were quickly slipping away, as Mr. Darcy spent more and more time at Longborn. Her mind racing, she threw the covers back and rose from her bed to stomp around the room in a most unladylike manner. Louisa had been no help; as her pleas to her to make Charles and Mr. Darcy come home at once fell on deaf ears. Louisa suddenly had decided to abandon her cause of becoming the mistress of Pemberley and had told her that she needed to stop living a lie. Feeling the fury rise in her chest, she flung her hand across the massive dresser, displacing the contents across the room. She looked at herself in the glass, barely illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. She still looked well; she had not totally lost her bloom. She pinched her cheeks, fluffed her hair and turned to go back to bed, satisfied that her plan would work, and she would win Mr. Darcy.

***
The day Mrs. Bennet was to be laid to rest dawned clear and bright. The family had spent the day before in deep thought and reflection, only sharing conversation during meals. Today was to be a sad day, and Elizabeth was preparing for it as best she could. As she sat at her dressing table after finishing her toilette, she heard the sounds of her sisters rising. Knowing they would all be up and about soon, she knew she wanted a bit of quiet time before seeing them. She rose from her seat and donned her best mourning gown, a fine bombazine creation with fine lace on the sleeves and neckline, fastened a necklace of jet beads around her neck, and made her way downstairs to get in an early walk before breakfast. Before walking out the door, she informed Hill that she would be walking in the garden, and was surprised to hear that Kitty was already there, taking in a morning walk herself. Elizabeth walked outside and paused to take in a deep breath of fresh air, and then set off to find Kitty.

Kitty sat in the garden on an old stone bench, absentmindedly twirling a chestnut brown curl around her finger and staring up at the sky. She was deep in thought and did not notice her sister take a seat next to her.

“Kitty, are you alright?” Elizabeth asked, her voice full of concern.

Kitty turned to look at her with a blank expression on her face. “Lizzy, what will become of us? Will we stay here at Longborn, or will we go into town with my Aunt and Uncle? I'm so scared!”

Elizabeth put her arm around Kitty as she began to cry softly. She held her until she was through and lifted her head to her level.

“Kitty, we will be fine. I spoke with my father last night, and asked him the very same questions. We will stay here at Longborn for the remainder of our mourning period, and then we will likely go to London to stay with either Aunt and Uncle Gardiner or Lord and Lady Stratton. His Lordship wishes to get better acquainted with our family, so they will stay at Longborn for quite some time. Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will return to London next week, and we will see them again when our mourning is over.”

Kitty nodded and looked down at her bonnet, now twisted in her lap. “Lizzy, I am concerned about Lydia, she has been acting so strange.”

“How so?”

“Well, she doesn't act like Mama is gone at all! All she can talk about is going to London, and being seen at plays and balls. She says horrible things about you and Jane, and she wishes Mr. Wickham would come and save her.”

Elizabeth, alarmed with this information, jumped up and began pacing in front of Kitty. She kept thinking about Mr. Darcy's story of his sister and feared something terrible may have already happened. She stopped suddenly and turned to look at a forlorn Kitty.

“Kitty, has something improper happened between Lydia and Mr. Wickham?”

“No! At least, not that I am aware of. She does talk about him a great deal, but I do not think anything has happened between them. They have reached no understanding.”

Elizabeth knelt down in front of Kitty and took her hands in hers. “Kitty, promise you will tell me if anything happens. Mr. Wickham is not to be trusted!”

Kitty smiled at her sister and shook her head. “I will promise to tell you Lizzy, but you shouldn't worry, Mr. Wickham would never do anything to Lydia.” And with that, she kissed Elizabeth on the cheek and made her way back to the house.

Elizabeth sat down on the stone bench and began to think. If Mr. Wickham has been made aware of our new relations, and then he may think we have become more wealthy, plus the added title of Stratton would make their disgrace more known to the [I]ton. But what can I do? Jane is already aware of Mr. Wickham's behavior, and Papa isn't concerned. I should speak with him soon as may be. Perhaps we could travel into London earlier? [/I] She fought down the panic she felt rising in her chest and made her way back to the house.

***

Sara sat in the massive library at Netherfield nervously playing with the strings of her apron. Mrs. Johnson had encouraged her to speak with the master about Miss Bingley, as she had feared the mistress was going mad! Yesterday she had torn apart her room, and talked to herself all day long about ways to trap Mr. Darcy into marriage. Sara didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to listen when Miss Bingley wasn't making any attempt to hide her words. Sara had lived in Hertfordshire all her life, and knew the Bennet family well. She did not like the comments her mistress had made about Miss Bennet, but she was afraid to speak for fear of losing her position within the household. After speaking with Mrs. Johnson, and being reassured that her place at Netherfield would not be in jeopardy, she applied to the master's valet early in the morning. Having been told my Spencer, Mr. Bingley's valet that the master would speak with her shortly, she made haste to the library.

The door opened and Sara jumped up from her seat and curtsied to Mr. Bingley, who was followed by Mrs. Johnson.

“Good morning, sir.”

Mr. Bingley smiled and took a seat behind his desk, and Mrs. Johnson took the seat next to Sara. “Good morning Sara! Please sit down. What brings you here this morning?”

Sara swallowed nervously and folded her hands tightly in her lap. “Sir, I am concerned for my mistress! She has been acting rather strange recently.”

Bingley looked at Sara and nodded for her to continue. “I was summoned yesterday to attend to my mistress, and found she was speaking out loud, but to no one in particular! I tried not to listen, but sir, she was speaking as if she was talking directly to me!”

Bingley shifted in his seat, a frown settling over his normally pleasant face. “What was she saying?”

“Well, she mostly talked of Mr. Darcy, and of Pemberley. I heard her say some rather impolite words regarding Miss Bennet. Then she spoke of how she could trap Mr. Darcy in a compromising position, and how he would most certainly marry her, since he was so noble. Oh sir, I couldn't be silent any longer! I have the highest respect for Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet.” Sara become visibly upset and started shaking slightly.

Mrs. Johnson patted Sara's hands and handed her a handkerchief. “Sir, Sara was very afraid to speak with you, she enjoys working at Netherfield and does not wish to bring any trouble to your family.”

Bingley nodded thoughtfully. “Well Sara, I trust that you would not deceive me. Mrs. Johnson speaks very highly of you. Mrs. Johnson, please assign my sister another maid, and put Sara wherever you see fit. I thank you Sara for being so honest and brave.”

Sara nodded her gratitude and rose as Mr. Bingley left the room, obviously very disturbed by her confession.

***

Mr. Darcy rose that morning more cheerful than usual. He felt more certain than ever that he would able to win Elizabeth's heart when her mourning was over. Lord Stratton had told him the Bennet's would be traveling to London in six months. He smiled as he thought of dancing with Elizabeth at the Matlock's ball, or walking with her in Hyde Park. He reverie was broken with a sharp knock on the bedroom door.

“Enter.”

Mr. Bingley entered the bedchamber and closed the door softly behind him. “I've come to warn you Darcy, I've just had a talk with Sara, Caroline's maid. She reports Caroline has been scheming ways to trap you into marrying her!” Bingley ran his fingers through is messy hair and continued. “What's worse, she's my own sister! I can't believe this! I spoke to Louisa as well, and she confirmed Sara's account. She has tried to dissuade her, but Caroline will not listen. She is determined to be mistress of Pemberely!”

“And I am determined she not be.” Darcy answered in a low voice.

“I know, and I am sincerely sorry for this. I just don't know what to do. You know how Caroline is, she will think of someway to compromise herself and somehow entangle you in the whole mess.”

Darcy nodded and sat down in a leather chair in front of the fireplace. “Bingley, I would not be as angry about his if Georgiana was not here. She should not be exposed to her sister. I mean no offense to you, but Caroline is hardly the perfect role model.”

Bingley nodded and as began pacing the room. He stopped suddenly and turned to Darcy. “I've got it! She hates it here in the country, why; I will send her back to London this very instant. I will brook no opposition either. Louisa and Hurst will go back with her, I'm sure they won't mind. I shall speak to her the moment we return.”

Darcy shook his head in amusement and wondered at his friend who would choose him over his entire family. “I thank you Bingley for your decision, and your efforts to protect me. Now, shall we have breakfast? We have a funeral to attend shortly.

***
All the gentlemen of Hertfordshire, including some of its guests, attended the funeral of Mrs. Bennet. She was laid to rest later that afternoon, in the family plot adjacent to Longborn. Late that evening, when the entire house was asleep, Mr. Bennet rose from his bed and walked outside to visit his wife's grave, his grief overwhelming him completely. Elizabeth and Lord Stratton found him there the next morning.

Chapter 6

A hard knock at the door awoke Darcy from his pleasant dream featuring Elizabeth in his bed. Tossing back the covers, he rose from his bed and donned his robe. He opened the door to find Bingley staring back at him.

“Good God Charles, it's barely dawn!” Darcy muttered, allowing him entrance into his chamber.

They walked across the bedchamber towards the fire to warm themselves from the chilly, damp morning air. Darcy poked the fire in the grate, and as the flames came back to life, Bingley sat down in a chair in front of the fire.

“Darcy, I've just had an express from Longbourn from Lord Stratton. Miss Bennet found Mr. Bennet this morning outside at Mrs. Bennet's grave.”

Darcy gasped and sat down next to Bingley. “Is he well? My God, the night was very cold I'm sure.”

Bingley looked down at the fire and sighed. “He did not survive Darcy. When Miss Bennet found him, he was dead. Thankfully Lord Stratton was with her.”

Darcy shook his head; the thought of his Elizabeth finding her father in such a state pained him to no end.

“I plan to ride to Longbourn after breakfast. Would you like to join me?”

Darcy nodded in agreement and poked the fire some more. He knew the Longbourn estate was entailed to his Aunt's annoying rector, and he would no doubt take possession as soon as he could turn the Bennet's out.

“Charles, Longbourn is entailed you know. And no doubt Mr. Collins will be here very soon to take possession.”

Bingley nodded, deep in thought. “Where will they go Darcy? I know their Aunt and Uncle Gardiner will take them in, but I daresay a house full of children, plus the Bennet's would be quite a burden.”

“Hmm, I agree. I would assume they would live with Lord Stratton. Well, let's not worry about that now. Let us breakfast and ride to Longbourn.”

Bingley left shortly after their agreement to meet in a half and hour for breakfast. As Darcy waited for his valet, he worried at the pain his Elizabeth was going through, and wanted to get to her as soon as possible.

***
Jane walked into the drawing room at Longbourn to find Lady Stratton and Aunt Gardiner speaking in hushed tones about their future. The ladies looked up as Jane entered the room.

“Oh Jane!” Aunt Gardiner rose from her chair and went to Jane. “Is Lizzy resting?” Aunt Gardiner asked, her voice full of concern.

Jane sat down across from the ladies and smoothed her black crepe gown over her lap. “Yes, she is resting. Mr. Jones gave her something to calm her down.” Jane paused here, her emotions getting the best of her.

“What we will do? What will become of us? I am sure Mr. Collins will be kind enough to allow us ample time to pack our belongings, but where are we to go?” Jane stifled a sob and covered her face with her hands.

Aunt Gardiner rushed to her side and put her arms around her pretty niece. “My dear, it will be alright. Why don't you go up and rest, and we'll have a tray sent up later with tea.”

Jane nodded and rose from her chair, and after giving a thankful smile to her Aunts, she walked upstairs to her bedroom and to the comfort of her bed.

Aunt Gardiner and Lady Stratton watched their niece leave the room with worried faces.

“Madeline, we must prepare the girls for the arrival of Mr. Collins. He will be here as soon as he hears of my brother's demise, and I don't think Elizabeth will be able to hold her tongue.”

“I agree completely. He is such an odious man.”

Lady Stratton nodded. She had met the man once, and was not impressed with his mode of address, and his fawning over her title. “Madeline, I know with your children at home, your house is almost full. We would love to have the girls live with us, but if you and Edward want them to stay with you, we would not be offended.”

“I do hate having to discuss this! I know Edward and Robert are discussing this as we speak. Should we wait and speak to the girls as well?”

Before Lady Stratton could answer, the gentlemen in question entered the drawing room and took seats next to their wives. Lord Stratton patted his wife's hand and smiled at Madeline Gardiner.

“Well ladies, we have some decisions to make. I would like to wait to make the final decision until Elizabeth is well enough to leave her room, but until then, we have some issues to take care of.”

Mr. Gardiner nodded in agreement. “Quite right. We must inform Mr. Collins, as I'm sure he will take possession quickly. Our brother Thomas left no instructions as to the living arrangements of the girls. I'm sure he didn't imagine taking his leave of us so soon.”

The ladies nodded, and Mrs. Gardiner wiped her eyes gently. “We have been discussing this as well my dear.”

Lord Stratton rose from his seat and began to pace the room. “Gwyneth and myself would love to have the girls live with us. But, we also know they may feel more comfortable living on Gracechurch Street. We will let them make the final decision, but we must come to an agreement first.”

“My word, we have no room for five girls at Gracechurch Street!” Mrs. Gardiner exclaimed, her eyes tearing slightly. “The children would love to have their cousins, but I'm afraid we don't have the room.”

“We have the room at the townhouse in Mayfair, and also at Stratton Manor. And, Mr. Darcy is a neighbor at Mayfair, so they will have acquaintances in London close by.” Lady Stratton added, a little uncomfortable.

“The rooms at the townhouse will have to be redecorated before they take up residence there.” Lord Stratton added, placing a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder.

The ringing of the bell halted the rest of the conversation, and the couples rose to greet their visitors. As Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy entered the room, Lady Stratton suddenly had an idea, but it would have to wait until later.

“We came as soon as we heard about Mr. Bennet. We are so sorry.” Bingley told them, as he and Mr. Darcy were seated.

The Gardiner's and Lord and Lady Stratton murmured their thanks and rang for the tea.

“How is Miss Bennet?” Darcy asked. “I understand she found Mr. Bennet.”

Lord Stratton nodded. “Yes, she woke me early this morning when she discovered her father wasn't in the house. We immediately began searching for him, but Elizabeth knew where to look. He had been there for quite some time. Oh how I wish she had not have found him, and it would have been myself with Mr. Gardiner. She has not been down from her room since.”

Darcy leaned back in his chair and imagined the scene this morning of Elizabeth finding her father, dead at the foot her mother's grave and shuddered.

“Sir, may I be so bold to ask, what will happen to the Miss Bennet's now. I'm sure you are aware of Mr. Collins will want to take immediate possession of Longbourn.”

“Mr. Darcy, you do yourself credit, having concern for my nieces at such a horrible time. We were actually just speaking of their future.” Lady Stratton began, but was interrupted by Hill appearing in the doorway.

“Pardon me ma'am. Miss Bennet is awake and asking for Mrs. Gardiner and her ladyship.”

The ladies nodded, took their leave of the gentleman, and made haste to Elizabeth's bedchamber. Mrs. Gardiner slowly opened the door to see a pale Elizabeth sitting up in her bed, and Jane sitting next to her.

Oh my dear Lizzy.” Aunt Gardiner exclaimed, as she and Lady Stratton entered the room and sat down on the bed next to her. Lady Stratton sat at her left, and promptly took a hold of her hand. Elizabeth smiled at her Aunt and covered their hands with her other one.

“I can't believe he's gone.” Lady Stratton simply said, tears coming down her face.

Elizabeth nodded and looked over to her Aunt Gardiner, who was embracing Jane while she wept. Seeing Jane's grief was too much for Elizabeth to bear, and she burst into tears. Lady Stratton, whom she had only known for a short while, embraced her tightly, just like a mother would.

***
After the ladies had quitted the drawing room to attend Elizabeth, the gentlemen found their way into Mr. Bennet's library. After pouring glasses of port for everyone, Mr. Gardiner sat down behind the massive oak desk and took out a folded set of papers sealed with a heavy wax seal, the Bennet crest affixed in the center.

Lord Stratton sat down across from Mr. Gardiner and eyed the papers warily, knowing it to be his brother's final will. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley, uncomfortable and feeling they should take their leave so more private family matters could be discussed among the gentlemen, began to offer their goodbyes.

Lord Stratton stood quickly and addressed the gentlemen. “Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley please stay. Do not feel that you are unwelcome. I'm sure Mr. Gardiner would agree.”

Mr. Gardiner nodded, and motioned for them to sit. “I'm not totally unversed in the act of courting young ladies, but I daresay you two gentlemen are smitten with my nieces.”

They nodded and looked at each other sheepishly. Mr. Gardiner smiled and Lord Stratton stifled a chuckle. “Well then, in my opinion, since you will undoubtedly become members of this family eventually, you are more than welcome to stay as we discuss our brother's will. I think we could also use some advice as well.”

With that out of the way, Mr. Gardiner broke open the seal and smoothed out the papers before him. “Well, I think we all know that the estate is entailed to Mr. Collins, and that an express must be sent to him soon.” He paused slightly, a shocked expression on his face. He squinted his eyes a bit, and looked up at Lord Stratton curiously.

“There is something…” His voiced trailed off as he handed the papers to Lord Stratton, who accepted them and began reading. He had the same reaction of Mr. Gardiner and handed the missive over to Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bingley read the document over Mr. Darcy's shoulder, his face showing extreme surprise.

“What do you make of this?” Lord Stratton asked Mr. Gardiner, who was shaking his head. Smiling, he looked up at Lord Stratton and winked.

“Thomas was always smart businessman, but I didn't expect to see this. Why, there is enough money for each of the girls to have sizable dowry's!” Mr. Gardiner exclaimed.

Mr. Darcy shook his head as he read the last will and testament of Thomas Bennet, second son to the Earl of Stratton. The estate left twenty-five thousand pounds to the Bennet daughters; making their dowry's five thousand pounds each.

Lord Stratton rose from his seat and began pacing the room. “I was prepared to bestow dowry's on each daughter, at least enough to see them married well.” At that, he turned to look at Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley. “Well gentlemen, what do you think of this turn of events? I daresay you were ready to marry Jane and Elizabeth regardless of their dowry.”

Mr. Gardiner let out a chuckle as Mr. Bindley's color deepened to a dark red and Mr. Darcy's turned pink as well. Lord Stratton laughed and clapped Mr. Bingley on the back soundly.

“Ah well, I couldn't imagine any better a suitor for Jane and Elizabeth.” Lord Stratton told them. “My dear Mr. Gardiner, we should send an express to Mr. Collins as quickly as possible. I am quite sure he will most anxious to take control of Longbourn.”

Mr. Gardiner nodded in agreement. “I will have the servants begin packing the girls belongings. We must take them away from here before Mr. Collins arrives, for I am sure our dear Lizzy would not like to deal with his compliments.”

Chapter 7 Part I

Mr. Collins,

It is with a great sadness that I inform you of your Uncle's death the day before yesterday. I know that you will be most anxious to take over the management of Longbourn House, but I ask that in your most gracious Christian generosity, you delay your arrival so that we may make arrangements for your cousins. Please respond with the date of your arrival.

Yours Sincerely,
Robert Gardiner

Mr. Gardiner folded the letter carefully and lit a candle for the wax when the door to the study burst open. Elizabeth stormed into the room and shut the door loudly behind her.

“How could you!” Elizabeth said to her Uncle, tears streaming down her face. “How could you let that horrible man take over this estate? I will not let him!”

Mr. Gardiner rose from his seat quickly and came around the desk and escorted Elizabeth to a chair.

“My dear, I have no control over the entailment! It was written many years ago, well before you were born. You knew this, you've known for many years Mr. Collins would take Longbourn when your father passed.”

Elizabeth looked up at him, a mixture of anger and sadness radiating from her eyes. “Is there nothing to be done? I am mistress of this house, and I do not wish to move.”

Mr. Gardiner sighed and patted her hand gently. “Oh Lizzy, do you think we want you to move? I do not wish to see Mr. Collins here anymore than you do, but we must.”

“Can not Lord Stratton do something? Surely there is something that can be done, for I will not let Longbourn be turned over to him. I should surely wish to die first! Please Uncle, there must be something!”

The door opened suddenly and revealed Lord Stratton, winded and with a look of worry on his face. He came into the room and shut the door behind him. Seeing the distraught look on his niece's face, he took a seat next to her.

“My dear, I know you are upset about the entail…” He began, but was cut off by Elizabeth.

“I will not let Mr. Collins take Longbourn! It will not be borne! He does not deserve this place, let him simper away at Lady Catherine in Kent, but do not let him come here!”

Lord Stratton sighed and took Elizabeth's hand. “My dear, there is nothing to be done. My uncle wrote the entail many years ago, when your father came here. There is no way out.”

Elizabeth rose from her seat and began pacing the room frantically. “There has to be something. He does not deserve to live here! This is our home, and I will not let that sniveling, odious man take over my father's affairs! I will do it myself!”

“Lizzy!” Mr. Gardiner exclaimed. “You cannot take on an estate, you are a lady.”

Lord Stratton sat with an amused expression on his face and dared chuckle openly at Mr. Gardiner's remark. Elizabeth turned at looked at him, aghast as to why he was smiling.

“Pray tell me, your lordship, what do you find so amusing?” Elizabeth asked him impertinently.

Before Mr. Gardiner could admonish her for her rude question, Lord Stratton waved him away and looked at Elizabeth. “My dear, you seem quite determined, just like my mother. You are quite a bit like her, and I daresay your father knew this. But my dear, you must listen to reason, your Uncle Gardiner is right, ladies do not run estates.”

Elizabeth sat back down in the chair with a defiant huff and glared and the gentleman before her. Her head was throbbing and her emotions were in turmoil. “Well, if there is nothing you can do, then I guess we leave.”

Lord Stratton sighed and turned to look out the window, heartbroken that he could not help his brother's children. He didn't want Mr. Collins to take over Longbourn either.

He turned to face Mr. Gardiner sitting behind the desk and had a thought. “My dear Mr. Gardiner, is the entail here in this library anywhere?”

Confused, and with a bewildered look on his face, Mr. Gardiner nodded.

“May I take a look?”

Mr. Gardiner opened the bottom drawer of the oak desk and pulled out a roll of parchment that had seen several years of wear. He untied the string around the paper and unrolled it for Lord Stratton, and now Elizabeth, who became curious, to review.

Lord Stratton bent over the document and began to read. Elizabeth also began to read, but was not sure as to what she was reading. After a few moments, Lord Stratton stood straight, and with a smile on his face, turned to Elizabeth.

“My dear, I may have found something.”

Mr. Gardiner looked up from sealing the express to Mr. Collins and drew in a quick breath. “Really? What did you find?”

Lord Stratton sat down next to Elizabeth and took her hand. “The only way I see out of the entail is for Longbourn to be purchased. If Mr. Collins would agree to the sale, then all we would need is a buyer.”

“No! My dear Uncle, we could never sell Longbourn! This house has been in the family for years.” Elizabeth exclaimed, her hand around her throat in shock.

Lord Stratton patted her hand and rose from his chair. “Well, what if I buy it from Mr. Collins? If he is as devoted to Lady Catherine as you say he is, he may not wish to leave Kent and be agreeable to the sale.”

Mr. Gardiner shook his head in disbelief and Elizabeth rose from her chair to stand before Lord Stratton, tears brimming in her eyes. “Sir, I could not ask you to so such a thing. It is such a generous offer, but I could not let you go through with it, my conscience will not allow it.”

“My dear, for all these years your father and I kept our distance, mainly because I disapproved of his choice to stay here and not come to town. We missed out on so much of your lives. We would love nothing more than to bring you to London with us, then later to Stratton, but I could not live with myself if I let Longbourn slip away. Let us talk with Mr. Collins; we may be able to work something out. And if this happens, then we will stay here with you for as long as we can.”

Mr. Gardiner, who was watching this exchange with shock, suddenly remembered two gentlemen that most definitely would be affected. “Lizzy, I think you should know this, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley have asked permission to court you and Jane after your mourning. What will happen if you get married? What will become of Longbourn then? You can't leave Mary, Kitty and Lydia here alone. You must think of the future my dear.”

Elizabeth turned towards Mr. Gardiner with an astonished look upon her face. “You are certain Uncle? Mr. Darcy wants to court me?”

Mr. Gardiner laughed and shook his head. “Yes Lizzy, Mr. Darcy wants to court you. Why, you act surprised!”

Elizabeth sat down in the chair again and just shook her head, no words coming from her lips.

Lord Stratton smiled at the pair and sat back down next to Elizabeth. “Well, let us send for Mr. Collins. He must be somewhat of an agreeable man, to be a clergyman. Perhaps he isn't interested in Longbourn.”

Elizabeth emitted a rather unladylike snort and Mr. Gardiner laughed aloud heartily. “Oh, my dear Uncle, Mr. Collins is most certainly interested in Longbourn.”

She then proceeded to tell him of the proposal he made unto her, and the suffering she endured at the hands of her mother for refusing him so adamantly.

“So you see Uncle, he is very much interested in Longbourn. I must prepare myself for his residence I suppose.”

Lord Stratton patted her knee and stood to leave. “Don't loose all hope dear.” He quitted the room, leaving Mr. Gardiner and Elizabeth staring at each other.

“Uncle, you must stop him. We must not allow him to buy Longbourn!” She cried, looking at her Uncle imploringly.

Mr. Gardiner smiled at his niece and rose from his seat. “My dear, let's just wait and see what happens. You are forgetting one very important matter.”

“What is that?” She asked, having no idea of what he was talking.

Mr. Gardiner came around the desk and looked at Elizabeth. “My dear, do you not remember? Surely your mother never ceased in speaking of it. It has been the curse of every Mistress of Longbourn, not one of them has borne a son. This house has always been entailed away to some cousin, but never a son. I wouldn't worry too much about Mr. Collins, he may come to live at Longbourn, but if history holds, it will not remain under the Collins' name for long. So you see my dear, when you are married you must be sure to bear two sons. One for his father's estate, and one to take Longbourn.”

Elizabeth just looked at him with a vacant expression on her face. With a chuckle, Mr. Gardiner left Elizabeth alone with her thoughts.

A fortnight later…

The last trunk was packed, and loaded on to the carriage after breakfast. The meal had been a quiet one, the last they would spend at Longbourn. Elizabeth had spent most of the morning ignoring Kitty and Lydia's excited chatter about going to London, and all the balls they dreamed of attending. It was no use telling them they would not be attending any balls this season, they hadn't listened anyway. It was fast approaching the time for Mr. and Mrs. Collins to arrive, and as much as she wished to see Charlotte again, this was a circumstance under which they wished to meet.

After several hours of thought, and several late night conversations with Jane, she had convinced Lord Stratton not to offer to buy Longbourn from Mr. Collins. Jane had made her see reason, and so Elizabeth had agreed to journey to the North to Stratton, and their Uncle's estate. They would stay there the remainder of the summer, and then would return to London for the season in which they could not participate. They would be spending their time at their Uncle's homes, and their Uncle Gardiner's. Their primary residence would be the house in Mayfair, and would only spend a few months in Stratton.

“Lizzy, we are about to leave, are you sure you want to wait for the Collins's?” Her Aunt Gardiner asked her.

She nodded slowly. “Yes, I am sure. I would like to see Charlotte again, and to show them around the estate. We will be in London by this evening I'm sure.”

Aunt Gardiner nodded and gave Elizabeth a warm hug, then took her leave. Elizabeth followed her to the carriage and said goodbye to her sisters. After a long hug from Jane, and the promise of seeing her this evening, the Bennet's left in the comfort of the Gardiner's spacious new carriage. Elizabeth turned to see Lord and Lady Stratton smiling at her warmly.

Her Aunt held out her hands and led Elizabeth back inside the house. “Lizzy, we will be in the drawing room. I know you wanted to speak with the staff before leaving, so we will leave you to it. We will come find you when Mr. Collins arrives.”

Elizabeth nodded and made her way to the kitchen, where she knew she would find Hill, Sarah, Cook, and all the other servants that she had grown up with. After a tearful goodbye, Elizabeth made her way back to the drawing room to sit with her Aunt and Uncle. The Collins would be expected any minute, as Mr. Collins had insisted that they leave before daybreak.

Well into the late afternoon a carriage finally pulled up outside Longbourn. Lady Stratton cast an irritate glance at her husband, who in turn looked to Elizabeth. She shrugged and they all made their way to the door to greet Charlotte and Mr. Collins.

Mr. Collins was already bowing and scraping to his relatives from the minute his feet left the carriage. So much that he didn't even turn to hand his wife down, a stable boy from Longbourn did instead. After introductions were made for Charlotte, they went inside.

Elizabeth walked through the doorway with a twinge of sadness as Mr. Collins started spewing forth improvements he would make to the comfortable home. Her sadness quickly turned to anger when Mr. Collins mentioned redecorating her father's study with ornate items given to him personally by Lady Catherine.

“Surely Mr. Collins,” Elizabeth said with great mock concern. “A clergyman in your position would not want to have too fine of a home, or too many materialistic possessions. What would your bishop say?”

Charlotte bit back a chuckle and Lord Stratton beamed at Elizabeth while Mr. Collins considered her statement.

“Your principles do you credit cousin, and while her Ladyship has been most generous, perhaps we should not furnish our home too richly.”

Before Elizabeth could respond, he continued. “And my dear cousin, let me just say that are the epitome of graciousness during your period of mourning and this adjustment period. Considering certain events.” At this, Mr. Collins leered at Elizabeth and Lady Stratton's face became flushed with anger.

“Considering what certain events, Mr. Collins?” Lady Stratton spat.

Elizabeth and Charlotte became uneasy and Mr. Collins began to stammer forth apologies accentuated with low, scraping bows. The remainder of the tour was taken in relative silence, and when they were through, Elizabeth asked to visit her father's library one last time. Lord and Lady Stratton took their leave and Elizabeth stood in her father's library alone.

With tears in her eyes, she looked around the room, almost picturing her father sitting behind the desk reading or working on figures.

“Oh Papa. I am so sorry I couldn't save Longbourn.” And with that she turned and left without saying a word to the Collins's.

Elizabeth walked outside to her Uncle's carriage, and was surprised by Mr. Darcy waiting to hand her up.

She quickly wiped her eyes and curtsied. “Mr. Darcy, I didn't expect to see you out here.”

He bowed to her and smiled. “Well, after discussion with your Uncles last night, it was decided that a little extra protection was needed on your trip today.”

“Extra protection, sir? From whom?” She asked.

He held out his hand to her and she accepted his help into the carriage. Darcy leaned his head in to answer her question. “Miss Bennet, there are a group of bandits between Meryton and the next stop. They have not made any trouble recently. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Bingley rode along with the first party, but we thought it best if someone rode along with your party.”

She nodded along with Lord and Lady Stratton. “Thank you Mr. Darcy, but I fear you will become wet, as it looks like rain.”

“A little rain will not hurt me.” He told them. He closed the carriage door and Elizabeth watched through the window as he mounted a beautiful tall black horse.

She felt herself become flushed, and wondered at the reason. She pondered this as the carriage began to leave. “Mr. Darcy's horse certainly is tall.”

“Yes Lizzy, he is quite large. I believe his name is Cyclone, and he is Darcy's prized stallion.” Lord Stratton paused before he continued with a chuckle. “I believe Bingley is afraid of that horse, in fact I think Cyclone threw him at one time.”

Elizabeth smiled at her Uncle and then noticed another horse tied to the carriage with a saddle. “Whose horse is that Uncle?”

“That fine steed is mine. I brought him along to survey the estate and thought I might fancy a ride at some point in our journey. I hope you like horses Lizzy, we have several and your Aunt loves to ride the estate with me. Maybe you would like to learn as well.”

Elizabeth nodded and saw they were already well away from Longbourn, and her relatives had made her painful parting with her childhood home easier. They passed through Meryton, and Elizabeth noticed all the shops her mother would frequent for a bit of lace here, a new ribbon there. With a heavy heart, she bid her town farewell as the heavy downpour began.

Chapter 7 Part II

It steadily rained as the carriage rolled along, the occupants making conversation, and Mr. Darcy riding silent sentry outside. Elizabeth was taken in by his kindness to her family, and his offer of protection on their journey. She wondered at her feelings, since she had only seriously disliked the man a few weeks before. He had admitted to loving her, and his actions recently had confirmed those feelings. He had never properly courted her though, and was still uncertain if she returned a portion of his feelings. She had no doubts in regards to his behavior towards Mr. Wickham, but the interference between Jane and Mr. Bingley still angered her, even though Mr. Bingley had come back. She could hear her mother now, going on and on about Mr. Bingley's five thousand a year. She shuddered to think what her reaction might have been to the news that Mr. Darcy wished to court herself. Her thoughts were interrupted though by the harsh jostling of the carriage, and its abrupt cease in movement.

Lord Stratton immediately opened the door and muttered an oath. He stepped out into the wet weather and shut the carriage door behind him.

A little uneasy and full of curiosity, Elizabeth quickly moved across to sit next to her Aunt, who had also become uneasy. They joined hands and reassured each other as they listened to the storm rage outside. A few moments later, her Uncle and Mr. Darcy opened the door of the carriage.

Seeing the unease of his wife and his new favorite niece, he spoke to them in a gentle voice. “Ladies, we have become stuck in a very deep rut. We are but a mile from the Inn. While we could wait out the weather, I would rather not risk our safety. If you would be willing, we could all get to the Inn on horseback, while the footmen tend to the carriage.”

“Horseback?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes widening in shock.

Lord Stratton smiled at her. “Yes Lizzy, it's the quickest way to get you to the Inn.”

Elizabeth, knowing her Aunt would ride with her Uncle, turned to look at Mr. Darcy, and then out the carriage window to the black horse stood pawing at the ground. She felt her face become red with embarrassment.

“Lizzy, what do you say? I know it's not quite proper for you to ride with Mr. Darcy, but your Uncle and I will be right along side you. And considering our situation, I do not see another alternative.”

Elizabeth nodded and turned to Mr. Darcy. “Well then. Shall we go then?”

Lady Stratton let out a laugh and patted her hand. “That's a brave girl.”

“I must admit, I am a little afraid of your horse Mr. Darcy.” Elizabeth told him.

Darcy stood there, dripping wet, with a blank expression on his face. His mind however was not blank; it was racing with the knowledge that she had agreed to ride with him, and the thought of her sitting so near himself.

“Mr. Darcy?”

He shook his head as the three looked at him. “I'm sorry, what did you say Miss Bennet?”

She smiled at him slightly, and then looked out the window again at the great black beast still pawing the ground. “I said that I am a little afraid of your horse, sir. I was thrown when I was a young girl, and since then I haven't been very fond of horses.”

Mr. Darcy looked at her, and with a chuckle he turned to look at Cyclone. “Miss Bennet, I assure you, he is very well trained horse, and I won't let any harm come to you.”

Elizabeth felt her heart skip a beat and just nodded. Lord Stratton had already come around to assist her in exiting the carriage as Mr. Darcy brought the horses around. She pulled her heavy black cloak around her tightly, and retied her bonnet, as Lady Stratton did the same. The ladies exited the carriage carefully, and were helped to a grassy area just off the road where Mr. Darcy was waiting. The rain was coming down heavily now, and crashes of thunder echoed in their ears.

Lord Stratton mounted his horse as Mr. Darcy and a footman helped Lady Stratton as she pulled herself up to her to the safety of her husband's arms. Elizabeth began to feel nervous as the time drew near for her to mount Mr. Darcy's horse. She watched as he drew himself up on the horse and Elizabeth walked to him with the footman following. She looked up to see Mr. Darcy extending his hand to her, and suddenly she was seated in front of him. She looked down to the footman, and realized he hadn't helped her up; Mr. Darcy had done it himself.

After settling her in front of him, Mr. Darcy put his right arm around her waist and grasped the reins with his left hand. “Miss Bennet, I know this is very awkward, but you will need to hold on to me.”

She nodded and slid her left arm around him and grasped the lapels of his great coat with her right hand. She tried desperately not to let her head rest against his chest, but the movement of the horse almost made it impossible, so she gave up and rested her head against him. She could see her Aunt and Uncle riding next to them, her Aunt clearly enjoying the closeness with her husband. Elizabeth dared to glance up at Mr. Darcy as he was staring at the road ahead of them. She took this opportunity to take in his features; the strong lines of his jaw, and his full lips. She inhaled deeply and caught a clean, musky scent that made her head spin. She quickly turned her gaze away, fearing she might be caught in her inspection. The rain was blowing now, and the warm morning that she had woken up to now turned into a chilling afternoon. Even though the wool of her cloak was quite thick, she knew she would be very wet by the time this ride ended. She began to shiver, and in response Mr. Darcy tightened his grip around her waist.

“Miss Bennet, are you alright?” He asked, his head dipping down to look at her.

She nodded slightly, mortified and excited at the same time at the closeness they were sharing. He turned his gaze to the road ahead. Some time later, they finally reached the inn. A footman had ridden ahead to inform the innkeeper of their arrival, so their rooms would be ready when they arrived.

They stopped at the door to the small inn, and Mr. Darcy relinquished his hold on Elizabeth and dismounted his horse. He then reached up to grasp her about the waist and gently set her on he ground. She swayed slightly, and kept his hold on her waist to steady her.

She looked up at him, a deep blush creeping up her throat and to her face. “I am sorry.” She said to him, and then walked over to her Aunt and Uncle and then into the inn.

Darcy stood there for a moment in the rain, confused but excited at the same time. He was confused by her apology, and excited at being so close to her. He could still smell her scent, a light rose spiced with sandalwood, and it made his head spin. He pushed his feelings aside and followed them inside the inn.

Lady Stratton and Elizabeth followed the innkeepers' wife up the stairs to their rooms while Lord Stratton and Mr. Darcy had expresses sent to London to let the Gardiner's and Colonel Fitzwilliam know of their whereabouts. The gentleman followed the innkeeper several minutes later to find the ladies warming themselves by the fire in a sitting room.

Elizabeth sat wrapped in a thick blanket while Lady Stratton was fixing her some tea. She was chilled to the bone, pale, and her head had begun to throb with the rhythm of her heart. Mr. Darcy took one look at her and started for her when he was interrupted.

“Ah, Mr. Darcy sir.” Darcy turned to see the innkeeper directly behind him.

“Yes?” He asked, shrugging out of his greatcoat and handing it to the servant waiting, and trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. This man had accommodated their every need after all, he chastised himself.

“Your room is across the hall sir. Smithy here can show you when you are ready. Dinner is at eight o'clock.” He motioned to an older man who stood in the doorway.

Mr. Darcy nodded and thanked the innkeeper, then turned to see Elizabeth raise her cup to take a sip, her hand shaking slightly.

“We would like some trays brought up before then, if that's possible. We haven't had lunch.” Lord Stratton told him.

“Yes your lordship, they will be sent up directly.” The innkeeper answered, then turned and left the room.

Lord Stratton poured two glasses of brandy, then slapped Darcy on the back and handed him a glass. “Well my boy, that was some ride! I don't think I've seen a storm like this for quite some time.”

Darcy nodded. “I would agree. Very fierce. Are you all right Miss. Bennet?”

Elizabeth and Lady Stratton turned to look at him. Lady Stratton spoke up first. “She is fine Mr. Darcy, just a little chilled.”

Darcy nodded then looked to Elizabeth for an answer. “I am fine sir, thank you.”

After some light conversation, consisting of mostly the weather, Mr. Darcy left them for the comfort of his room. He wanted nothing more than a warm bath and a meal. After requesting water be brought up, he took off his coat and sat by the fire, pondering Elizabeth's apology. He was still quite confused over it, and worried for her health. He gazed at the roaring fire engrossed in his thoughts until roused by the man called Smithy, who had steaming water for a bath.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth had retired to her room, which was adjoining to the sitting room. A young maid named Beth had come to assist her with her clothing, and to bring her water for a bath. Beth was a sturdy girl with red hair and brilliant green eyes that danced in the light. Elizabeth was still chilled, but she thought a warm bath might help. She eased herself down into the water, letting the warmth envelope her. She smiled as the maid sprinkled some scented oil into the water.

“Do you get many visitors like us?” She asked the Beth, who was hanging up Elizabeth's black gown.

“Some ma'am, not very often though. The oil is some that I made, I thought you might like it.”

Elizabeth nodded and inhaled the soft scent of lavender as it wafted around her.

“I smell the lavender, but what else…?”

“Rose ma'am.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth said to her. She cleaned herself and let Beth wash her hair, then sat wrapped up in a warm nightgown and a thick robe while the maid brushed out her long curls. Not used to such pampering, she bade the maid to let her do it herself, but Beth would hear nothing of it.

“His lordship asked your every need be attended ma'am. Sally will be bringing up a tray for you soon as well.” She answered, drying Elizabeth's hair with a towel.

Elizabeth nodded and succumbed to Beth's hands drying her hair. The pounding in her head had become worse, and she quickly became chilled again sitting next to the fire. Beth noticed this, and became somewhat alarmed.

“Miss, let me get you some wine, maybe that will help. I will inform her ladyship.”

Before Elizabeth could protest, a warm blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, a glass of wine appeared in her hand, and Beth was already making her way through the sitting room and knocking on her Aunt and Uncle's door. So she sat there and tried to warm herself while sipping the wine. It did little to help the pounding within her head, and she knew then that she prayed she would not become feverish before the night was through. She was of a healthly constitution, and rarely took sick. She spied Lady Stratton coming through her door with a worried look on her face.

“Oh Elizabeth, you are not well! Let's get you into bed. Where's that tray?”

Beth scurried away to find the missing tray as Lady Stratton helped Elizabeth to her bed. After arranging the blankets around her and stoking the fire, she pulled a chair over to the bedside and sat down.

“I'm sorry you are ill Elizabeth. If only the carriage hadn't gotten stuck, we could be in London by now!”

Elizabeth patted her Aunt's hand and smiled. “It could not be helped I suppose. At least the bandits on the road did not give us any trouble.”

“Yes.” Her aunt agreed. “I am thankful for that.”

Beth appeared with a tray full of fruit, cheeses and bread, and then left the ladies alone. Elizabeth tried to eat, but found she was becoming weaker with every bite. Her aunt watched as Elizabeth lay back against the pillows and fell asleep. Quietly, so not to disturb her, she rose and put her hand to Elizabeth's face. It was warm, but not alarmingly warm. Lady Stratton left Elizabeth's room to find her husband and to inform him of her health. She found him and Mr. Darcy in the sitting room.

“Elizabeth is unwell, she is resting now, but she is becoming feverish.” She said, and sat down on the settee next to the fire.

The room was silent except for the heavy rain beating against the window. Lady Stratton stated she would stay with Elizabeth while the gentlemen went down to dinner.

Lord Stratton rose from his seat and began pacing the room. “We must leave at first light. This drafty inn will not help her health. Even if she shouldn't be moved, I would rather she be in London.”

Darcy nodded as Lord Stratton continued. “And there's something funny about that maid Beth.”

“What is that my dear? She seems a good girl, very obliging.”

“I'm not sure, but something is peculiar. Something familiar.”

“Well, she certainly has taken good care of our niece. She told me she would sit with Elizabeth through the night so I could rest. I think you may be right about her though. Such a pity, she is a nice girl.” Lady Stratton said as she watched her husband pace the room.

“Well Darcy, shall we dine then?”

The gentlemen left the room and Lady Stratton went back into Elizabeth's room to see Beth sitting next to the bed, reading Shakespeare aloud. She stopped when she noticed she was not alone.

“I beg your pardon, your ladyship.” She said as she hurriedly curtseyed. “I will leave now.”

“No, Beth, you may stay. You seem genuinely concerned about Miss Bennet's welfare.”

Beth blushed and sat back down in her chair while Lady Stratton sat on the other side of bed. “Yes your ladyship, I am. She seems a very wonderful lady and I do not wish to see her ill.”

Lady Stratton studied Beth for quite some time before deciding she might as well curb her curiosity. “Beth, I must say you are very adept at your duties, have you been a ladies maid somewhere before?”

Beth looked up sharply and then hung her head. She knew she couldn't lie. “Yes ma'am.”

“May I ask where, and how you came to be here?”

Beth rose from her chair and began walking about the room. “I was born in Brighton, where my father was a steward on a seaside estate. My mother died in birth, so the housekeeper raised me, as my father was not home all that often. He died when I was sixteen. The master didn't know what to do with me, and I was asked to stay on to be a ladies maid to the new mistress. She was very kind and gentle, and I loved her dearly. The housekeeper, Mrs. Wright, taught me everything I know about ladies and how they should be tended to. My mistress died in childbirth, and I was no longer needed. Mrs. Wright contacted my Uncle, and I came to live here. Mrs. Johnson is my aunt, and my only family.”

Lady Stratton listened to her with rapt attention, and did not say anything until Beth sat back down.

“My dear, couldn't they have found another place for you? Surely a well trained ladies maid could find another mistress to serve.”

“My master did not try to seek out another place for me to go, he asked Mrs. Wright to send me to my family.”

Lady Stratton remained silent, but raised a questioning eyebrow at Beth. She was silent for several minutes, and then suddenly she burst into tears.

“Oh your ladyship! I'm not being entirely truthful with you! It was Mrs. Wright that had me sent away!” She cried.

Lady Stratton, shocked at the outburst, quickly became sympathetic. “My dear, calm down. Were you caught in an inappropriate manner with someone?”

“My master!” Beth nodded between sobs and Lady Stratton sighed.

“You certainly aren't the first ladies maid to be taken advantage of in that way. Did he compromise you, may I ask?”

Beth shook her head no. “No your ladyship, he did not. Mrs. Wright came in and he left me alone. It was right after my mistress died. He said he was lonely, and that no one would need to know. I knew it was wrong, and I tried to get away, but he was too strong.”

Lady Stratton nodded, but remained silent. Nothing infuriated her more than a gentleman dallying with servants, especially young ladies who don't know any better, and are just trying to please their employer. It seemed to her that Beth was a very capable ladies maid, and her talents were being wasted at the inn.

“Beth, if you had the opportunity, would you become a ladies maid again? For another mistress?”

Beth looked up at her and slowly nodded. “Yes your ladyship, nothing brought me more pleasure. I am indebted to my aunt and uncle for taking me in, but I long to serve a lady again.”

“Hmm.” Was Lady Stratton's reply. The two ladies sat there for the remainder of the evening, only to be interrupted by a tray that was sent up for Lady Stratton, and Mr. Darcy and Lord Stratton checking in on them. A little before midnight, Lady Stratton informed Beth that was going to retire.

“Good night your ladyship. I will stay here with Miss Bennet.”

Lady Stratton nodded to her and bid her good night. She walked to her room to find her husband waiting up for her. She prepared for bed in the small dressing room and then joined her husband on the bed.

“My dear, I have found out what is so peculiar about Beth.”

Lord Stratton chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I had no doubt you would. What did she say?”

Lady Stratton informed him of Beth's past, including being sent away by the housekeeper. Lord Stratton became angry for the girl, as he shared the same opinion of his wife regarding dallying with servants.

“My dear, I wish to have her for Elizabeth's ladies maid. She has shown she cares for her well-being, and Elizabeth informed me herself before she fell asleep that she had never been so pampered and tended to so well, they got along well.”

“I thought all the girls were getting French ladies maids? Isn't that what you wanted? Besides something is quite familiar about her. She is from Brighton you say? I wonder if she worked for Mr. Chamberlain. His wife died in childbirth.”

Lady Stratton thought for a moment. Her own ladies maid, Cozette was an accomplished French maid that was ten years her junior. She knew Cozette would love the opportunity to impart her knowledge. She also knew that the five Bennet sisters would not be comfortable with the kind of French maids she would hire.

“I don't think French maids would be a good idea. When we reach London, I will inquire about English maids for the girls, but I think Elizabeth would like Beth very much. I will also have Cozette train them.”

Lord Stratton agreed to her plan, and promised to speak with the innkeeper before they left that morning.

Chapter 8

Elizabeth awoke the next morning feeling somewhat better, but still with a throbbing in her head. She sat up, then laid back down again as a wave of dizziness swept over her. She pulled the cord for the maid, and then lay back down. A minute later, Beth opened the door with a smile on her face.

“Good morning ma'am. How are you feeling?”

Elizabeth groaned and closed her eyes. “I feel somewhat better, but my head is still throbbing quite a bit.”

“Would you like a tray then? His Lordship and Ladyship are preparing to go down for breakfast with Mr. Darcy.”

Elizabeth nodded that it would be a good idea, and Beth quickly went to request a tray. Elizabeth lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering at what this day would hold. She missed her parents, her father the most, and while she was very fond of her new Aunt and Uncle, she wondered at what her life would be like. It would certainly offer privileges that she might not have otherwise. She was still pondering this as the door to her room opened to reveal Beth with a tray.

She placed the tray across Elizabeth's legs and propped her up with pillows. “Her ladyship would like to check on you, and asked if she may come in.”

“Yes of course.” Elizabeth answered, picking at her toast.

Beth walked to the adjoining door and in swept Lady Stratton. She made her way to the bedside and took Elizabeth's hand.

“My dear, how are you feeling today?”

“Better, though my head is still painful.”

Lady Stratton nodded, and then turned to Beth. “Beth, might you have some lavender oil? I believe it will help Miss Bennet's head considerably.”

Beth curtsied and went to find some lavender oil. Lady Stratton turned to Elizabeth and smiled. “Elizabeth, I have a proposition for you. You may decline if you like.”

Elizabeth nodded for her to continue. “I was wondering if you would like to have Beth for your ladies maid?”

Elizabeth stared at her for a moment, then smiled. “That would be fine Aunt, but I thought you were set on French maids.”

“I was at first, but then I spoke with Beth last night, and she seems truly concerned for your welfare. She has been a ladies maid before, and I think she would do you well. And besides, a French maid may not be the best idea, for I do not think you girls would be very uncomfortable.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I confess I was not looking forward to dealing with a French maid, but was determined to do it if you wished it.”

“Oh Elizabeth!” Lady Stratton exclaimed. “Do not think you must bow to my every wish. If you are not comfortable with something, please say so. While I will find English maids for you all, they will be trained by my maid Cozette.”

“That is fine Aunt, and I will make sure to voice my opposition when warranted.” Elizabeth said teasingly.

Lady Stratton smiled at her, and then became serious. “I want you to know Elizabeth, that Robert and myself do not intend to replace your parents. We know you loved them very much, and as we are just getting to know each other, I realize it will take time. But I hope that we would become close with all of you.”

Elizabeth wiped a tear from her eye and reached to embrace her Aunt. “Oh Aunt, I know that with you and my Uncle, we will be safe and cared for.”

A knock at the door interrupted them and the ladies parted and bade the visitor enter. Behind the door stood Beth, along with Lord Stratton and Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy stayed in the doorway, not wishing to make Elizabeth uncomfortable.

“I've come to fetch my wife for breakfast. How are you Elizabeth?” Lord Stratton asked.

“I feel a bit better sir.”

“Good, I'm glad to hear it! Well, we will leave for London when you are able. The carriage arrived late last night and is ready for travel. Take your time Elizabeth, there is no hurry.”

Elizabeth nodded and then noticed Mr. Darcy standing in her doorway. “Good morning Mr. Darcy.”

He looked startled, but recovered quickly and bowed. “Good morning Miss Bennet, I'm glad to see you are feeling better.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, we are going down for breakfast. I see you have quite a spread yourself, and I expect you partake of all of it.” Lord Stratton told her with a smile.

“I will try then.” She answered; she didn't have the heart to tell him she really didn't have an appetite.

Mr. Darcy and her Aunt and Uncle quit her room and left her with Beth to tend to her. Beth took a seat that Lady Stratton vacated and smiled at Elizabeth.

“Ma'am, I'm told I am to be your ladies maid.”

Elizabeth smiled at her between small bites. “Yes! I am most pleased. I daresay we will get along rather well.”

Beth nodded, and a dark veil crossed her face. “Did her ladyship tell you about my past?”

“She told me you have been a ladies maid before, that is all.”

Beth hung her head. “Do you wish to hear it ma'am?”

Elizabeth noticed the troubled look on the maids face and frowned. “If you wish me to know of it, then you may tell me.”

Beth nodded and relayed her story to Elizabeth. She was shocked and angry by the time she was done.

“That's horrible Beth! But I must ask, why did you wish me to know this?”

“I told her ladyship last night, for she asked about my tending to you. I wanted you to know of my…” Here she choked back a sob. “Of my disgrace.”

Elizabeth patted her hand and smiled at her. “Beth, I do not think any less of you. Unfortunately some masters think they can dally with servants. I certainly do not agree with such practices, but do not trouble yourself over this.”

The maid relaxed a little and set about preparing Elizabeth for their journey. Lady Stratton had a footman ride to London last night for a change of clothes for herself and Elizabeth, so Beth presented a fresh black frock much to Elizabeth's surprise. She helped her dress then pinned up her hair in a very becoming fashion. Elizabeth was pleased with Beth's attentions and thought to herself that they would get along quite well. Her headache was already lessening due to the lavender oil, although she still felt very weak.

Elizabeth seated herself by the fire and sipped her tea until Lady Stratton appeared in the doorway adjoining the sitting room.

“Ah, you are ready, good. How are you feeling?”

“I am better, but still a bit weak. I fear I shall probably sleep the duration of our trip!”

Lady Stratton nodded in agreement. “That may be wise dear. Now, Beth, go and get your things ready, we can send back for the heavier items when we reach London.”

Beth curtsied and left the room. Lady Stratton took Elizabeth's arm and led her to the sitting room where Lord Stratton and Mr. Darcy were seated and in discussion. The gentlemen stood when the ladies entered the room.

“We are ready to depart!” Lady Stratton said, smiling at the gentlemen.

“Good, I shall order the carriage.” Said Lord Stratton. He and Mr. Darcy left the room to see to the carriage, as Elizabeth and Lady Stratton began putting on their cloaks with the help of another maid. They made their way downstairs just as the carriage was pulling up at the door. They thanked the innkeeper and his wife for their hospitality, and for letting them have Beth. Lord Stratton handed Elizabeth and Lady Stratton into the carriage and climbed in after them.

Elizabeth looked around, but didn't see Beth or Mr. Darcy in sight. “Uncle, where is Beth, isn't she coming with us?”

“Yes, she will be out in a moment. She wanted time to say goodbye to her Aunt and Uncle.”

Elizabeth nodded, then looked outside. She expected to see Mr. Darcy on his tall horse, but only saw the footman.

“Is Mr. Darcy not traveling with us?”

Lord and Lady Stratton smiled at each other before Lord Stratton answered. “Yes, he is making a final inspection of the carriage.”

Elizabeth turned to look outside and caught a glimpse of Mr. Darcy, followed closely by the footman from last night. She watched as he inspected the wheels and the harnesses for the horses. She smiled at the great care he was taking, and wondered if he was always like this.

Probably so, the rich can never be too careful. She thought to herself.

As soon as Beth entered the carriage, they departed for London. Elizabeth was quickly lulled to sleep by the movement of the carriage and slept the entire time. Only the noisy streets of London awakened her. She sat up and stretched a bit and smiled at her Aunt and Uncle.

“Are we close?” She asked, beginning to feel excitement.

Lord Stratton smiled at her. “Yes, just around the next turn is Mayfair. Our townhouse is across from Hyde Park, and right next to Darcy's too!”

Elizabeth felt a tiny flutter at the knowledge that Mr. Darcy lived next door and dismissed it quickly. She concerned herself with looking out the window, only to see Mr. Darcy riding along side the carriage. She studied his profile through lowered lashes and felt an appreciation for his “assets”. She continued staring out the window, making sure to look away when Mr. Darcy glanced in her direction. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he caught her once, as he was trying to hide a small smile beneath the collar of his coat.

“Here we are!”

Elizabeth started, and looked out the opposite carriage window to see they had stopped outside an enormous townhouse. She had to hold back a gasp, as did Beth, and turned to look at her Aunt, who was smiling at her.

“Well, what do you think Lizzy?”

“It's beautiful.” She simply said, which brought a pleased smile to Lady Stratton's face.

“Your sisters are here already, they were coming right after breakfast with the Gardiners. I'm sure they've already picked out their rooms!” Lady Stratton said.

Lord Stratton opened the carriage door and handed all the ladies out of the carriage. Elizabeth looked up at the tall house, to see her sisters, minus Jane, waving to her from an upstairs window. She smiled and waved back to them as the front door opened to reveal Jane and Mrs. Gardiner.

“Lizzy!” Jane exclaimed as she rushed forward to embrace her. “My, you do look pale, are you alright?”

“I will be, right now I still feel tired and weak. At least my headache is gone, thanks to Beth!”

Elizabeth introduced Beth to her Aunt Gardiner and Jane. Lady Stratton ushered them inside and into the foyer where a team of servants removed their cloaks, bonnet and gloves.

An older woman, probably in her fifties, came down the hallway towards them with a stern look on her face.

“Your ladyship, welcome home.” The woman said with a curtsey.

“Ah, Mrs. Smithson, let me introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She is eldest of the sisters.”

Elizabeth exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Smithson, who was the housekeeper, but the lady did not return her smile, and quickly turned to Lady Stratton.

“Your ladyship, I must speak with you regarding the other sisters.”

Jane sighed from behind Elizabeth as did Mrs. Gardiner. She turned to look at them questionably. Jane shook her head and motioned upstairs.

“Jane, Madeline, why don't you take Elizabeth upstairs to the drawing room. We will have tea sent up for you.” Lady Stratton said.

The ladies nodded and Elizabeth followed Jane and her Aunt Gardiner up the massive staircase. Elizabeth took in her surroundings with awe. The house was exquisite, but not overly obstinate. It had a quite elegance, unlike the harshness of Rosings Park. It was formal, but comfortable enough for her to feel somewhat as ease.

They came to the top of the stairs and heard laughter coming from a room several doors down. Jane and Mrs. Gardiner stopped and turned to Elizabeth with concern clearly on their faces.

Jane spoke first. “Lizzy, oh Lizzy, I do not know where to begin!”

Elizabeth smiled at her, but was concerned at the distress on her sisters' face. She waited for her to continue.

“We arrived this morning with our Aunt and Uncle. Mrs. Smithson greeted us and showed us to the family wing so that we may choose our rooms…oh, I chose yours for you Lizzy, I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all Jane.”

Jane smiled at her. “Good, anyway, from the moment we walked in, Mrs. Smithson was disapproving of us, and Kitty and Lydia didn't help either.” Here, Jane became quite distressed. “They began to get very excited at the elegance of the house and began speaking of all the parties that would be hosted here, and the men that would attend. Mrs. Smithson became very angry and said some awful things. She knew Papa, and didn't like him, and I don't think she likes any of us at all. She accused us of being fortune hunters to accept Lord and Lady Stratton's offer to take us in and said we were disrespecting the memory of our parents. Oh Lizzy, she was so mean to us, even Mary!”

The tears coming down Jane's face sparked anger in Elizabeth that was quickly noticed by Mrs. Gardiner.

“Now Lizzy, I see how upset you are. Let's go sit down, you must be quite tired.”

Elizabeth nodded and let Jane and her Aunt lead her down the hall to the parlour. She was not tired anymore; her anger had replaced her fatigue. She was furious at her younger sisters for being so wildly behaved and at the Mrs. Smithson for bring her dear Jane to tears. They walked into the spacious parlour where the rest of her sisters were. It was tastefully decorated in blue with a beautiful pianoforte in the corner.

Lydia and Kitty jumped up from their seats as soon as they saw Lizzy enter the room. Lydia spoke first.

“Lizzy, can you imagine this place? It's so richly furnished, just think of the balls and parties we will throw! I can't wait to go shopping tomorrow for new gowns…”

Elizabeth held up her hand to stop Lydia's chatter. She silently made a decision right then. “Enough Lydia. You and Kitty sit down; we are going to have a talk.

Lydia's face darkened, but she sat down on the settee with Kitty. Jane busied herself with tea and Mrs. Gardiner sat down in an armchair near the window, out of the way. Mary looked up at Elizabeth and smiled gratefully.

Elizabeth began pacing the room, trying to calm her temper. “Kitty, Lydia, a most shocking report has reached me, and I mean most shocking. I hear that you've already been reprimanded by the housekeeper, is that correct?”

The two started off on a tangent that Elizabeth quickly stopped. “Enough! A yes or no will suffice.”

Both girls shook their heads yes.

“You must stop this, both of you. Our parents have died, or have your forgotten already? We are in mourning, and it's about time you acted like it. We are not here for the season, or parties, or shopping. We will go to the modiste for more gowns, and then be on our way to Staffordshire. You will learn how to act like ladies, and you will not be in company until you do so. We are the nieces of an Earl, and with that comes responsibility. Do you understand? Mama never checked your behavior, and Papa was never able to, but I will not let you disrespect their memory or our family with your foolish behavior!”

Kitty began to cry softly and Lydia stared at Lizzy with defiance. Jane went to comfort Kitty while Elizabeth looked at Lydia.

“Lydia, I am serious. I am not your mother, I am your sister, and I love you dearly. This is not just for the good of the family, but it is for your own good as well. We will have many opportunities that we may never have been privileged to before. You must understand.”

Lydia's face softened a bit, then she turned to Aunt Gardiner. “Aunt! What do you think about what Lizzy said?”

`I agree with her.” Mrs. Gardiner sat quietly.

“And so do I.” They all turned to see Lady Stratton standing in the doorway with Mrs. Smithson.

“Well said Lizzy. Now, let's all have a chat, shall we?”

Chapter 9

Lydia slammed the door to her new bedroom shut with such a force that it was heard all over the townhouse. Kitty, thankfully had entered the room first, or she might have been dealt a nasty blow. Lydia paced her room frantically while Kitty sat down on her bed.

“Lydia, it does no good to get upset over this. Our Aunt is right.”

Lydia whirled around to face Kitty with such anger in her eyes that Kitty thought once that she might strike her. “Well Kitty, believe that if you like. I certainly am not going to let her run my life, neither will Lizzy. I did not come all the way to London, at the peak of the season, just to sit in this house all day. This is London, Kitty! Don't you want to see what's out there?”

Kitty sighed. “Lydia, do you hear yourself? Did you hear a word that our Aunt said? We are in mourning; there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, society forbids us to go out to plays and assemblies.”

Lydia stamped her foot and let out a whine. “Oohh, why did Mama have to die? If only she was alive, she would agree with me!”

Kitty held back her reply, not wishing to enrage her sister any further. She rose from the bed and walked over to the door.

“Well Lydia, at least we will be going shopping in the morning. Just think of the dresses we shall have!” With that, Kitty quitted the room.

***

Elizabeth sighed as Jane put a cold cloth on her forehead. After the discussion with their Aunts, her headache had exploded and she begged leave to go to her room.

“Oh Jane, what are we going to do with Lydia?”

Jane sat down on the bed and shook her head. “I don't know Lizzy, what about Kitty too?”

“Kitty will be alright, especially if she is taken away from Lydia. I can't believe what they said when you got here! What were they thinking?”

Jane patted her hand. “Now Lizzy, don't get upset. They were just being themselves, and I daresay our Aunt will deal with them properly. And Mary too, she needs someone to bring her out of her shell, and away from Mr. Fordyce!”

The girls laughed at this, then Elizabeth turned serious again. “Oh Jane, I can't believe both Mama and Papa are gone! These last few days have been so strange, I hardly know what to think!”

Jane nodded in agreement. “I know Lizzy. I was speaking my Aunt Gardiner last night and she is worried for all of us. I will miss her so!”

Elizabeth rose to embrace Jane, and then lay back on the pillows again. “Well, tomorrow we will go to the modiste, then by Saturday we will leave for the North Country.”

Jane smiled coyly at her sister. “Lizzy, Mr. Bingley mentioned that our Uncle's estate in Stafford is not but twenty-five miles from Derbyshire and Mr. Darcy's estate.”

“So near…well I daresay we won't see much of him. With us being in mourning, and with the upcoming sport, he will be quite busy.”

“Lizzy, you don't really think that Mr. Darcy won't call on us? We may in mourning, but we can receive calls from close acquaintances. Mr. Darcy and our Uncle seem to be quite friendly. You forget, our Uncle is a friend with Lord Matlock, which is Mr. Darcy's uncle after all. Besides, a gentlemen determined to court a lady would do so.”

“Jane! Mr. Darcy cannot court me whilst I'm in mourning! And Mr. Bingley cannot court you either. No, we shall just have to wait and hope they still desire our company when the time comes.”

Jane nodded with a smug look on her face. Her goal was achieved in getting Lizzy worked up over Mr. Darcy. Her Mama would be proud.

***

The new few days went by rather quickly for everyone. The next morning all five sisters, along with Lady Stratton and Aunt Gardiner went to the modiste for more black bombazine gowns, several for each girl, along with the appropriate outerwear for the North Country. By Saturday morning, their trunks were packed and loaded, and the ladies piled into the spacious town coach to begin their trip to the North.

“Girls, when we get to Stafford House, your rooms will be ready. If you like, you may redecorate them to your liking.”

Elizabeth, Jane, Mary and Kitty nodded silently, but Lydia could not hold her tongue.

“Well, I shall certainly change mine!”

Lady Stratton started to reply, but thought better of it. She knew Lydia was going to be difficult, and arguing with her gave her the attention she wanted. The ladies rode the rest of the way in relative silence, Jane and Elizabeth reading, Mary studying Fordyce, Kitty and Lydia fiddling with anything within their reach, and Lady Stratton trying to figure out a way to get Lydia turned into a respectable lady.

They stopped in Warwick for the night at an elegant inn that was accustomed to people of Lord and Lady Stratton's stature. They departed early the next morning after breakfast for Stafford. They had not been moving more than an hour before Lydia started complaining.

“Kitty, you're taking up too much room! I simply can't breathe!

“No, I'm not! If you wouldn't lounge about you would have more room. I cannot move at all!”

Elizabeth, sitting next to Kitty, merely peered over her book to her Aunt. She could see her Aunt was about to loose her patience, as the last several hours in the inn with Lydia had been pure torture. She decided to step in.

“Lydia, Kitty, stop it. There is plenty of room for all of us! Lydia, sit up straight like you should be, and Kitty move closer towards me.”

The girls did as they were told, and Elizabeth smiled at her Aunt. “There now, I have plenty of room, and daresay you both have ample space.”

Lydia fumed as she stared out the window at the changing countryside. Not being one to care about the environment around her, she took to denouncing Mary's constant study of Fordyce, to which Mary took offense.

“Perhaps if you read Fordyce Lydia, you would be enlightened.” Mary replied in a haughty tone.

Lydia let out a most unladylike snort, in which she received admonishment form Jane, and an appalled look from her Aunt. Lady Stratton wondered if she would ever be able to mold Lydia into a lady, and feared that Elizabeth's revelations of her wild behaviour were all to correct.

They arrived in Stafford mid afternoon, and were quite pleased with the house. Stafford House was a sprawling building that sat nestled between two rolling hills in Staffordshire. The house had been built almost a century ago, when the previous was destroyed by fire. Parts of the old manor still existed, but blended in so well that it went unnoticed by guests. The house sat in a clearing of woodland, with a lake situated to the left, and a wooded area to the right and behind. One was not able to actually see the house until you were almost upon it due to the centuries old trees that dotted the landscape. Elizabeth was overjoyed at the prospect.

The ladies were welcomed with a warm smile into the house by Mrs. Garrett, an older woman in her late fifties that ran the house. She was Mrs. Smithson's complete opposite. Knowing the party would be tired after such a long journey, they were promptly shown to their rooms. Elizabeth and Jane were overjoyed to know that their rooms were connected by a sitting room, something they knew they would enjoy immensely.

Elizabeth followed Mrs. Garrett into her bedchamber, which was elegantly decorated in several shades of green, and several beautiful paintings hung upon the walls. A door to a dressing room was located on the wall farthest from the sitting room, where she found Beth had already unpacked her clothing.

“Mrs. Garrett, this room is lovely!” Elizabeth said happily.

Mrs. Garrett smiled at her. “This was your Grandmother's bedchamber. His lordship had renovations made down the hall when he married her ladyship. He ordered these rooms renovated, but insisted the sitting room remain in place. The prior Lady Stratton was a very grand lady, and invited her closest friends to her private sitting room. Her ladyship thought you and Miss Jane would be pleased with these rooms. Miss Jane is in your Grandfather's chamber. When we learned of your upcoming arrival, we had it redecorated in a more feminine taste.”

With this, Mrs. Garrett took her leave, informing her that Beth would attend her in a moment.

Elizabeth nodded and walked into the spacious sitting room she would share with Jane. It was a beautiful room done in yellow and white, with a window seat in the outside wall that overlooked the lake. Several comfortable chairs were placed as well as a large sofa. Pausing briefly, Elizabeth made her way to the other door and knocked softly.

After hearing Jane's bid to come in, she opened the door and smiled at her sister. The room was several shades of rose, Jane's favorite color, and otherwise almost an exact replica of her own.

“Jane, this room is lovely! Mrs. Garrett tells me this was our Grandfather's chamber. They redecorated it when they learned of our coming.”

Jane smiled. “It's beautiful, is it not?”

They shared a quiet moment, reflecting on what they had just learned. Jane sat on her bed as Elizabeth walked to the window to see the view of the lake.

“The view is amazing!”

Jane joined Elizabeth at the window. As Elizabeth turned to face her sister, she noticed tears in her eyes.

“Janie, what's wrong?”

“Oh Lizzy, why did Papa keep all this from us? Why did he not want us to know our relations? I don't understand.”

Elizabeth led Jane over to a small sofa that sat in front of the grate and sat them both down.

“Jane, I don't think it was because of our Aunt and Uncle. I know that our father and our Uncle did not get along well after their father died. He also didn't want us exposed to the society in the way he was. I don't think he did this spitefully, I just think he had had enough, and wanted no part of any of it.”

“Quite true Elizabeth.”

The girls turned to see their Aunt coming in from the sitting room.

“I didn't mean to interrupt, but Beth told me you were both in here. What do you think of your rooms?”

“Beautiful.” They said in unison.

Lady Stratton smiled and seated herself in the armchair that lay next to the sofa. “I thought you would like them. Mrs. Garrett told me she informed you the original inhabitants of these rooms. Your Uncle and I thought you would like these rooms the best. I daresay even Lydia is pleased with her room, for Mrs. Garrett said she didn't speak a word for nearly two minutes.”

“That's saying something, considering Lydia!” Elizabeth said, and they all laughed softly.

“Well girls, I wanted to speak with you about our plans. We are planning to hire a governess for Mary, Kitty and Lydia. Some would say they are past the age for a governess, Mary especially, but I think they will benefit from one for a few years. You both may study with them as well if you like, I know your father taught you both, but perhaps there are some areas that you wish to learn more about.”

They nodded as Lady Stratton continued. “Since you are in mourning, we will not have many callers, although I know Lord and Lady Matlock will be coming as soon as they find out we are here. They rarely go into town for the season anymore, and remain in Matlock for the duration of the year. Although when their niece, Georgiana Darcy comes out next year, they will travel to London then, and so shall we. I know you both have not been officially brought out into society, so if you do not wish to be presented, we will not force the issue. Although I do hope you will. Your Grandmother would have liked nothing more than to see her granddaughters presented at court. I just want you to think about it is all.”

“We will Aunt, thank you for the opportunity.” Elizabeth said as Jane nodded.

“I don't expect you decide now, but just think about it for awhile. I know you have already have suitors waiting, but I think you girls would enjoy a little bit of society.”

Elizabeth and Jane blushed, and Lady Stratton chuckled softly. “Don't be embarrassed now. They are respectable gentlemen, and must have good sense if they are interested in you two.”

With that, she took her leave, with the reminder that lunch would be served shortly, and left Elizabeth and Jane alone to think about what she had said.

***

The next several weeks were spent getting to know the staff of the grand house, and Elizabeth getting to know the paths of the estate. Jane accompanied her sometimes, but could never keep up with her sister on her longer rambles. Elizabeth spent her time in quite reflection while she wandered about. Sometimes Lord Stratton would walk with her, telling her stories of her father and himself when they were younger, or telling her the history of the old house. Her Uncle was a very attentive landlord, and took good care of his tenants. Lady Stratton often made trips to the residents to held care for the sick and elderly. Jane and Elizabeth would accompany her at times, getting to know the tenants and their families as well.

After one of Elizabeth's shorter walks in the morning, she found a book in her Uncle's library and found a shaded bench in the garden behind the house. She spent a lovely couple of hours reading until she was interrupted by a commotion coming from the house. She closed her book and made her way to the back entrance of the house and into the hall that connected the front and back of the house. Walking at a brisk pace, she didn't notice the shadow of a man coming out behind her. Only when someone grabbed her arm did she realize she wasn't alone.

She was swung around and pinned against the wall roughly. As she tried to keep her head from hitting the wall, she noticed a red coat, and looked up into the eyes of Mr. Wickham.

“Ah, Miss Bennet, shocked to see me are you?”

She finally found her voice. “Unhand me!”

“Oh I don't think so, you see your sister begged me to take her away from all of this, but I don't want her, just her money. I would much rather have you in my bed every night.”

“Let me go, Mr. Wickham.” She told him as she began to struggle, which only made his grip tighten.

“I don't think so.”

Elizabeth didn't see the flash of metal in front of her eyes, she only noticed the tip of a sword being held to Wickham's throat.

“I suggest you release Miss Bennet.” A cold voice commanded.

Wickham released his grip on Elizabeth and backed away, the sword still held at his throat. She looked up to see Mr. Darcy on the other end of the sword, a deadly look on his face.

Jane came to stand next to Elizabeth and began to lead her away. For the first time, she noticed her Uncle, Colonel Fitzwilliam, another gentleman who was an older version of the Colonel, and Mr. Garrett, the butler.

Mr. Darcy held the sword to Wickham's next and began walking towards the front of the house. Lord Stratton quickly put himself between Mr. Wickham, Elizabeth and Jane, and the group slowly moved in Mr. Darcy's wake, listening to his words.

“Wickham, this is the last time I let your behaviour slide. You have troubled my family, and the Bennet's long enough. You will either disappear, or I will call you out.”

Wickham snorted and smiled smugly at Darcy. “Well, well Darce, seems you have another soft spot other than for your sister. Who knew you had designs on Miss Bennet, though I can hardly blame you.” As he said this, he eyed Elizabeth hungrily.

Darcy put more pressure on the sword, which brought out a warning from the other gentleman as Wickham began to choke. “Fitzwilliam, the constable is on his way.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam came to stand beside his cousin, seeing his resolve was getting thin. “Wickham, you've heard your options, what is your choice?”

“If you wish to live, I suggest you leave the country.” Darcy told him, they had reached the front door.

“I will be writing to your commanding officer about your true character, and I'm sure you will be stripped of your commission.” Colonel Fitzwilliam told him.

Darcy motioned to Mr. Garrett to open the door, and the two walked outside, the other gentlemen following while Elizabeth and Jane stayed in the doorway. The constable was coming down the drive and Darcy kept the sword on Wickham until he dismounted.

Elizabeth turned from the scene and sat down on a bench just inside the door, shaking violently, Jane dropped to her knees in front of her.

“Lizzy, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

Elizabeth shook her head, too much in shock to reply.

“Lydia somehow got word to Mr. Wickham that we were here, and begged him to come and take her away. My Aunt is upstairs with her right now. Mr. Wickham came through the woods, Mr. Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Lord Matlock saw him earlier and rode here to warn my Uncle.” Jane told her.

Elizabeth nodded silently, still shaking and clutching her book tightly. They sat there until Lord Stratton came through the door, followed by Lord Matlock, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Mr. Darcy. Lord Stratton dropped down beside Jane and took Elizabeth's hands.

“Lizzy, did he hurt you?”

Elizabeth shook her head no, and looked up to the gentleman standing around her. Lord Matlock was quietly speaking to the Colonel, and Mr. Darcy was looking down at her with a worried expression, the sword still in his shaking hand.

“Give her some air, for goodness sake!” A female voice cried. The gentleman stepped back to reveal Mrs. Garrett.

“Come my dear, let us get you upstairs. The gentleman may speak with you later.” Mrs. Garrett pulled Elizabeth up from her seat gently. Jane put her arm around her waist and supported her sister up the stairs.

Lord Stratton motioned the gentleman into his study and poured brandy for all. The gentlemen sat down, and Lord Stratton looked at Mr. Darcy, who had just drunk his brandy with one gulp.

“So that was Mr. Wickham.”

Darcy nodded.

“Darce, can I have my sword back?” Colonel Fitzwilliam asked with a smile on his face.

“Oh, sorry.” Darcy handed the sword back to his cousin.

“I barely felt you take it! When did you?”

Mr. Darcy rose from his seat and poured another glass for himself and Lord Stratton. “When we came out of the library earlier, I heard someone say "unhand me". It sounded like Miss Bennet, and then I heard Wickham's voice. You were looking the other way so I pulled it out and started in their direction.”

He paused, glancing up at the ceiling, knowing he needed to regain his composure. “I could have killed him right there.”

“I know, and I glad you didn't, for Lizzy's sake. I don't think she could take much more.” Lord Stratton answered.

“So that is your Miss Bennet? I should like to be properly introduced to her, at a better time.” Lord Matlock said, winking at Darcy.

“And so you shall father. I daresay we will all get to know the Bennet sisters very well.” Colonel Fitzwilliam answered, getting a glare in response from his cousin.

Chapter 10

Four Weeks Later….
“Your ladyship, there is a woman and a girl here, asking for Miss Bennet and Miss Jane.”

Lady Stratton looked at the servant with surprise. “Show them in here Mary, I wish to see who they are first before they see Elizabeth and Jane.”

Mary curtsied and left to retrieve the visitors. Lady Stratton rose from her seat, suspicious of anyone who came to call without her knowing. The door to the parlour opened and Mary led two ladies into the room.

“A Mrs. Hill and Miss Sara, your ladyship.”

Lady Stratton nodded in shock as Hill and Sara curtsied. “Mrs. Hill! Whatever brings you all the way to Staffordshire?”

“I beg your pardon your ladyship, Mrs. Collins sent this letter with us, to explain, that is.” Hill handed Lady Stratton a letter.

“Please, do sit ladies, you must be tired. Mary, send for tea, and have Elizabeth and Jane come down.” She smiled at Hill and Sara; remembering how devoted they were to the Bennets'. She tore open the letter and gasped.

Your Ladyship,

I beg of your pardon for this missive. I have sent Mrs. Hill and Sara to you in great haste. My husband, Mr. Collins has discharged them, for reasons not of their doing, and I couldn't bear to send them away without knowing they would be looked after. Elizabeth and Jane will understand.

The reason for their dismissal and the blame lies with my husband. You see, I came upon Mr. Collins forcing himself on Sara. For her safety and Mrs. Hill's, after the scene that occurred afterwards, I sent them in my father's carriage to your estate. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause your household, but I had nowhere else to turn.

Please send my regards to the Bennets; I have given another letter for Elizabeth to Mrs. Hill.

With deepest gratitude,
Charlotte Collins

Lady Stratton looked up at Sara with concern. “Oh Sara, are you alright?”

Sara nodded. “Yes your ladyship, he did not injure me.”

The door opened to reveal Elizabeth and Jane. They both went to Hill and Sara and embraced them happily.

“But Hill, what brings you here? Why aren't you at Longbourn with Mrs. Collins?” Elizabeth asked in confusion.

“Here Elizabeth, this will explain.” Lady Stratton handed Elizabeth Charlotte's letter.

Elizabeth took the letter and sat down next to Jane to read. They both expressed their dismay and looked to Sara.

Jane spoke first. “Sara, how horrible, did he…” Her voice trailed off.

“No, thankfully Mrs. Collins came in. She was very kind.”

Elizabeth rose from her seat and began to pace the room. “How could he? He's a clergyman! Hill, what has been happening since we left?”

Hill, not accustomed to being spoken to this often, blushed slightly. “Mrs. Collins has been very kind and a wonderful mistress. Mr. Collins though, the moment you left he became very obstinate and demanding. Nothing was good enough and he was always coming down hard on Sara and Cook. Mrs. Collins tried to appease him, but you see, she is having a hard time with her confinement…”

“Confinement! Charlotte is expecting?” Elizabeth interrupted.

Hill nodded and reached into her pocket. “Mrs. Collins sent this for you.”

Elizabeth took the letter from Hill and turned to her Aunt. “Aunt, what do you plan to do?”

“Well first, let's get Hill and Sara into their rooms so they may rest. Mary?”

Mary appeared at the door and curtsied.

“Mary, take Mrs. Hill and Sara to a guest suite so they may rest.”

“I beg your pardon your ladyship, but servants quarters are good enough for us.” Hill said.

Lady Stratton smiled at the older woman. “Mrs. Hill, you've had a long journey, I won't see you in any other room right now. And you will find ladies that the servant quarters here are different from quarters at other estates.”

Mary led Hill and Sara out of the room as Lady Stratton turned to Elizabeth and Jane. She addressed Jane first.

“Well Jane, should you like to have your former maid returned?”

Jane smiled at her Aunt. “Oh yes, that would be lovely.”

“I thought so, and it will do her good to see familiar faces, after what she has been through.”

Elizabeth sat down next to Jane and nodded in agreement. “Yes, I believe she will benefit from being here. But what of Hill? Will you send her away, Aunt?”

Lady Stratton thought for a moment. “No girls, I won't send her away. Though Mrs. Garrett is our housekeeper, I believe Mrs. Hill will find her place here. Let me speak with your Uncle, I'm sure we will find a place for her. But if we can't, you must know we will never send her anywhere dreadful. If we cannot find a place for her, I'm sure the Fitzwilliam's or the Darcy's may.”

“I should like to see her here, if possible Aunt.” Jane said softly. Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

“Then we shall try our best! Now, how are you feeling Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth, who had begun to open Charlotte's letter, looked up in surprise. “I am feeling better, thank you.”

Lady Stratton and Jane exchanged knowing glances. “Lizzy, I told our Aunt of your wish to thank Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth blushed immediately and stared at the floor. “I wish to thank him for his kindness is all.”

“Well shall we invite him and Georgiana to dine with us, or shall we call upon them?” Lady Stratton loved teasing her nieces, especially Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked mortified. “No, we are still in mourning, it would not be proper to call. At least, I don't think it would. Would the dinner be acceptable?”

“Yes Lizzy, dinner is acceptable, and you are right, it would improper for us to call. I shall send an invitation to Pemberley this afternoon then, and to Matlock, for we haven't had our dear friends over since we returned from Hertfordshire. Shall we ask for them to join us n Saturday? They will no doubt stay the night, as it would not do for them to travel home after dark. How does that sound?”

“It sounds fine indeed Aunt.” Jane answered, seeing Lizzy was still embarrassed.

“Then it is settled! Now if you will excuse me, I have some correspondence to attend to before dinner.” Lady Stratton left a still embarrassed Lizzy and a smiling Jane in the room.

***

Saturday found Lizzy standing with Beth in her dressing room discussing which gown to wear that evening. The Darcy's and Matlock's had both accepted the invitation, and while Elizabeth didn't want to entertain the hope of Mr. Darcy still having feelings for her, she did want to look her best. As best as her mourning attire would allow her. They had moved to a lighter mourning, so she could wear more colorful attire, such as dove gray and lilac. As she stood discussing her gowns with Beth, Jane burst into her room.

“Lizzy, oh Lizzy!”

“What Jane! Whatever is the matter?” Elizabeth asked, concerned.

“Mr. Bingley is staying at Pemberley! He arrived this morning!”

Elizabeth smiled at Beth knowingly. “Well, then he will be coming with Mr. and Miss Darcy I imagine.”

“Yes of course.” Jane answered, sitting down on the settee with a worried look.

“Jane, what is it? You're not afraid of meeting with Mr. Bingley, are you?”

“No, of course not, it's just I didn't expect to see him again so soon is all.” Jane answered.

Elizabeth laughed at her sister. “Oh Jane, it will be fine. Now, which dress shall I wear tonight?”

Beth held up two gowns, one a light gray silk trimmed in black, and the other a lilac silk trimmed in gray.

“The lilac, it looks so well with your hair Lizzy.” Jane told her.

“Well, the lilac it is then, you and Beth both agree.”

Beth smiled and left to find pins for Elizabeth's hair that would go with the dress. Elizabeth sat down next to Jane and put her arm around her shoulders.

“Now Jane, everything will be fine.”

Jane nodded and smiled at Elizabeth. “Yes, it will be fine. It is just dinner, what could go wrong?”

***

Later that evening, Elizabeth sat in front of her dressing table while Beth pinned up her hair in a very fashionable style. Jane was correct; the lilac dress did complement her colouring. After her hair was pinned, she fastened her garnet cross around her neck, thanked Beth, and walked through the adjoining sitting room to Jane's door and knocked.

“Come in.” She heard softly.

Elizabeth entered and saw that Jane was almost ready herself, Sara just tightening the pins in her hair. To Elizabeth, Jane looked radiant in a soft gray silk gown with darker gray lace trim.

“Oh Jane, you look beautiful. I daresay Mr. Bingley will ignore everyone else this evening!”

“Oh Lizzy, don't be silly. You look beautiful as well.”

After Jane had checked herself in the mirror once more, they left the room and met Mary in the hall.

“Mary, you look very pretty! I love the way Constance styled your hair!” Jane said as Lizzy agreed affectionately.

Mary felt very uncomfortable. She was dressed in such a fine dress that she was afraid of ruining it, and her hair was styled in an unfamiliar style.

“I thank you, but I am not comfortable.” Mary told them as they walked to the staircase.

“Oh Mary, you will become accustomed to this new look. It becomes you very well. I daresay even Lydia and Kitty would approve.” Elizabeth told her.

“Well, I for one am glad they will not be at dinner, for I do not wish to hear their prattle.” Mary said rather harshly.

Jane and Elizabeth simply nodded. Ever since the incident with Mr. Wickham, Lydia and Kitty were not allowed in company, and were supervised constantly by the governess Lady Stratton hired.

The sisters made their way downstairs and met their Uncle in the front parlour.

“Well, you girls look beautiful this evening!” Lord Stratton exclaimed as he greeted each with a kiss on the cheek.

“Where is our Aunt, Uncle? Is she not down yet?” Jane asked.

Lord Stratton laughed good-naturedly. “She tends to take a little longer to prepare, but she will be down shortly.

A few minutes later, Lady Stratton joined them in the parlour to await their guests. The Matlock's arrived first, along with Colonel Fitzwilliam, and introductions were made. The group chatted amicably while they awaited the rest of their party. The Darcy's arrived several minutes later, apologizing for their tardiness and bringing along Mr. Bingley.

“Well then, shall we adjourn to the dining room?” Lord Stratton inquired. The party agreed, and was led by their hosts into the dining room, Mr. Darcy escorting his sister, Mr. Bingley escorting Jane, and Colonel Fitzwilliam escorting Elizabeth and Mary.

“Well, I am certainly blessed this evening, two beautiful ladies to escort!” Colonel Fitzwilliam happily commented.

Mr. Darcy, who heard his cousin's proclamation, turned slightly to look at the Colonel, who simply winked. They all found their places at the intimate table, Elizabeth finding herself between Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley.

How cunning my Aunt is! Placing me between Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley, knowing that Mr. Bingley would only speak to Jane the rest of the evening! Elizabeth thought to herself.

Dinner passed without incident, as the party was well acquainted and conversation was easily made. Elizabeth found herself discussing books with Mr. Darcy and learning of their similar interests. Only after they had been served dessert did she find the courage to change the topic.

“Mr. Darcy, I wish to thank you for your kindness towards me when Mr. Wickham was here.” Elizabeth said this so softly that Mr. Darcy had to lean closer to her to hear. Elizabeth had no wish for anyone to hear their conversation, and especially since Miss Darcy was sitting next to her brother. She did not want to upset her by mentioning Mr. Wickham.

“I assure you Miss Bennet, no gratitude is necessary. I would do it again if necessary.”

Elizabeth nodded, thinking a man like Mr. Darcy would act that way for any lady, but what he said next changed her mind.

“I especially would do it again for you Miss Bennet. I could not bear to see him hurt another person that I cared for.” He told her, and realizing he may have said too much, quickly took a drink of his wine to steady himself.

“Thank you Mr. Darcy.” Was all she could say at that moment. She was at a loss for words and was thankful when dinner was over and the gentlemen retired to the library and the ladies made their way to the music room.

They all sat down and began discussing the next season that was approaching, including Mary.

“Oh, I dread coming out! I have no wish to attend so many events!” Miss Darcy exclaimed.

Lady Matlock looked at her niece with regret and Lady Stratton quickly intervened.

“My dear Miss Darcy, I'm sure you will enjoy the season. And you may have some familiar company, if Jane and Elizabeth decide to participate.”

Elizabeth, who hadn't thought about the upcoming season since their Aunt mentioned being presented, looked embarrassed. Thankfully Jane saved her.

“We hadn't thought about it very much, have we Lizzy?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No, but I wouldn't mind, would you Jane?”

Jane, who had hoped Lizzy would agree to coming out, became very happy. “Oh Lizzy, I'm so glad you want to, for I wanted to as well!”

Lady Stratton laughed. “Well then, it's settled! Miss Darcy you will now have company this season!”

The ladies all laughed, and were still laughing when the gentlemen joined them.

“Well, what are we enjoying? Let us in on your secret!” Lord Stratton inquired.

Lady Matlock smiled and looked at Mr. Darcy. “William, you will not have to worry about Georgiana being alone this season, for Miss Bennet and Miss Jane are to be presented this season as well.”

Mr. Bingley, who was standing beside Mr. Darcy, became very pale and Mr. Darcy tried to hide his frown.
“Well Aunt, that is good news.” He said half-heartedly.

Lady Matlock was confused by her nephew's reaction, and started to remark, but Lady Stratton, who noticed Mr. Bingley's demeanor, quickly rose to the occasion.

“Elizabeth, you must play that piece you've been working on this week. Miss Darcy, why don't you turn the pages for her, for I believe I have heard you play this piece as well.”

Elizabeth nodded, and Miss Darcy, who was confused by her brother's reaction, followed Elizabeth to the pianoforte.

As Elizabeth began to play, Lady Stratton decided she must put Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley's minds at ease.

“I am so glad they have decided to be presented. I know they would rather not, but their grandmother would have been so proud to see her granddaughters presented at court.”

Lord Stratton caught on quickly. “Yes my dear, my mother was so distressed when my sister wasn't presented at court. It was her fondest wish. I know Elizabeth and Jane have no wish to be presented, but they show great kindness to their grandmother's memory.”

At this, Mr. Bingley instantly regained his sunny demeanor and Mr. Darcy visibly relaxed, a little. Both gentlemen were able to enjoy the rest of the evening.

As the journey back to Matlock and Pemberley was too far to travel after dark, the party stayed the night as planned in Staffordshire. As they retired, Elizabeth, after changing into her nightdress, immediately crossed the adjoining sitting room, only to run into Jane doing the same thing.

“Oh Jane!” Elizabeth laughed. “We could have had a nasty collision!”

They both laughed and sat down on the comfortable couch in front of the fire that either Beth or Sara ordered stoked. Knowing their mistresses well, they had anticipated they would be busy discussing the evening.

“Oh Lizzy, Mr. Bingley and I talked of so many things! He really is everything a young man should be!” Jane gushed.

Elizabeth smiled at her sister's happiness. “I'm glad to hear it!”

“Did you get to thank Mr. Darcy?”

“Yes I did. We had a nice conversation.”

Jane frowned at her older sister. “A nice conversation?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Yes, a nice conversation. We spoke of many things.”

Jane smiled at her sister; the two began to dissect the evening as they always have. It was very late when they went to bed, both satisfied with their evening.

***

Charlotte Collins sat in the small parlour at Longbourn staring off into space with needlework in her lap. It had been several weeks since she and Mr. Collins had taken possession of Longbourn, and while she was no stranger to the house, she didn't feel comfortable yet. To her, Longbourn would always belong to a Bennet, not a Collins. Her husband had made the change from parson to landed gentry well. He barked orders at the gardener, as the gardens at Longbourn were nowhere near the caliber of the gardens of the parsonage. Mr. Collins spent time in the library, which was sparsely filled with books, as Mr. Bennet had willed his entire collection to Elizabeth, and he did not have a library at the parsonage as large as Longbourn's. But, for the most part, Charlotte was mostly content with her lot in life.

The servants of Longbourn were well trained and useful in her opinion, but Mr. Collins did not agree. He disliked Mrs. Hill and Sara immensely, and threatened more than once to discharge them. That is why she wisely called for her father's carriage the next day after the incident to take Hill and Sara to Staffordshire. She would never forget the look on Sara's face when she caught her husband trying to force himself on the girl. Ever since Charlotte had told her husband she was expecting, he had acted strangely around her. He always practiced his rights, but since her announcement he had stayed away from her. And while Charlotte was not in the least upset by this turn, she couldn't help but wonder the reason. Her husband had become a different person since their arrival, less gentleman like and more demanding. And now he was forcing himself on a servant girl! It appalled her greatly, and she made no effort to hide her displeasure at this turn of events. Mr. Collins had also taken to drink, and often fell into his bed at night so far in his cups that he slept in his clothes.

But Charlotte was content with her lot in life. She visited her mother and sister frequently, so she was not in Mr. Collins company as much as she could have been.

Chapter 11

The next morning dawned overcast and rainy, much to everyone's despair. The parties from Matlock and Pemberley chose to wait out the storm due to road conditions, so they entertained themselves indoors as much as they could. The ladies amused themselves in the afternoon with cards and the pianoforte, and the gentlemen, when the ladies couldn't persuade them with cards, settled themselves in Lord Stratton's library with port and estate talk.

Several hours later, it became clear that mother nature had no wish for the Matlock and Pemberley parties to be separated just yet, and so continued to rain heavily the rest of the afternoon.

Lady Matlock stood at the window of Lady Stratton's private sitting room upstairs, looking out at the weather with a frown.

“Well Gwen, I hope you don't mind us trespassing on your hospitality a little longer.”

Lady Stratton, from her place on the settee, smiled at her dear friend. “Oh Rebecca, tis no trouble at all. You know I enjoy having you all here, and I know there are two certain gentlemen that have no wish to leave as of yet!”

Lady Matlock turned to smile at her old friend. “Then might I say you rather enjoy having a full house?”

“Yes, very much so! I love my dear Robert, but with no children, this big house is rather empty. Mary, Kitty and Lydia will be here for several more years, but by then we may be ready for them to be gone!”

Lady Matlock seated herself across from her friend and looked at her seriously. “Gwen, tell me, are the youngest that ill behaved? Why, you did not allow them to come down for dinner!”

Lady Stratton shook her head, her blond curls, streaked with some gray bobbed gracefully. “Yes, I'm afraid to say they are. Lydia the worst, she is out of control and until she can carry herself in a graceful and ladylike manner, she will not be allowed in company. I fear Fran indulged her too often, and Thomas never took the time to correct her. Elizabeth and Jane were quite upset over her manners, and to think she had Mr. Wickham come here! Poor Elizabeth, she was so shaken with fear!”

“Yes, so I heard. My nephew seems to care for her a great deal, although he will not speak to me of his feelings. I am glad he was here when Wickham showed himself.”

Lady Stratton sighed and sipped her tea. “Rebecca, I believe he cares for her a great deal. Did you see the look on his face last evening when I announced Elizabeth and Jane would be presented this next season! And poor Mr. Bingley as well, they both looked so forlorn!”

Lady Matlock laughed. “Yes, they did indeed! Poor Mr. Bingley, he such an agreeable man, his love for Miss Jane is written all over his face!”

Lady Matlock's face quickly fell as she remembered something her husband told her long ago. “Catherine will not be pleased.”

“Why ever not?”

“Catherine has always meant Anne for Fitzwilliam. It's all she talks about. She refuses to see that they have no wish to marry, but she is determined. She will not look on a match between my nephew and your niece with a kind eye.”

Lady Stratton smirked in a most unladylike fashion. “Well Rebecca, I am not concerned with Lady Catherine's opinion on the matter. Darcy is a grown man, and can chose his bride accordingly.”

“I agree Gwen, but you know Catherine, she will be furious.”

“Well, then I say let Darcy and Gerald deal with her. She is Gerald's sister after all.”

The ladies laughed while the objects of their conversation were downstairs in the billiard room. A certain Mr. Darcy being soundly beat by Mr. Bingley, and Colonel Fitzwilliam waiting to play the winner.

***

“Darcy! What on earth are you thinking! I've seen you make that shot several times over!” Mr. Bingley cried, as Mr. Darcy's shot rolled well past the intended target.

“I apologize Bingley, my mind is elsewhere.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam smirked. “Yes, I think I can imagine where your mind is. If that is all you can think of, then what in blazes are we doing in here?”

Bingley and Darcy looked at the Colonel with shocked expressions and pursed lips.

“Good God, look at the two of you! You are so besotted it's pathetic!”

“Richard.” Darcy said in a warning tone.

Colonel Fitzwilliam smirked once more at his cousin's attempt to quiet him. “Darcy, you've been in love with Miss Bennet since Kent, and don't try to deny it.”

Darcy tossed his cue on the table and glared at his cousin, obviously offended at being questioned about such a personal matter.

“I've no wish to deny it! I made such a mess of things! Propriety prohibits me from courting her properly, and this next season they will be presented!” Darcy said, sounding beaten.

Colonel Fitzwilliam took pity on his cousin and smiled. “Darce, I've seen the way Miss Bennet looks at you, and Bingley, I've seen the way Miss Jane looks at you. You have nothing to worry about.”

Bingley smiled at the Colonel's attempts to humour them, but Darcy still frowned.

“What is it Darcy?” Bingley asked.

“I will have to attend more society functions. Not only will I have to look out for Georgiana, I will have to make my intentions known early for Miss Bennet so no man will try to court her as well!”

Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed and Bingley frowned, realizing he would need to worry about Jane having other suitors.

“Gentleman, there is a solution to your problem.”

Bingley and Darcy stood staring at the Colonel for a full minute before he spoke.

“Ask Lord Robert for permission to court! For goodness sake, have you two lost all your intelligence? Their mourning is almost over, so you will be allowed to court them properly.”

***

Dinner that even progressed very much the same way as it had the previous evening, Elizabeth and Mary being escorted by the Colonel, and Darcy glaring at him with envy. After partaking of roasted duck and several puddings, the ladies retired to the drawing room and the gentleman to the library. Darcy, who seemed to have a one-track mind, decided that this evening he would speak to Lord Stratton about courting Elizabeth. He did not want to waste any time, and if Elizabeth's smiles to him this evening were any indication, her feelings towards him had changed for the better.

Therefore, Darcy strode into the library with confidence, ready to answer any question the Earl may have.

Lord Stratton poured brandy for all, and took a seat in front of the fire. He was speaking to Lord Matlock when Darcy suddenly appeared at his side.

“Darcy! You startled me!” Lord Stratton said as he looked up at the taller man.

“My apologies sir. Might I have a word with you in private?”

Lord Stratton, a confused look on his face, nodded at the younger gentleman and gestured to a door across the room. Mr. Darcy followed the Earl through the door into a private study and closed the door behind him.

“This is my private study, when I do not wish to be disturbed. Thomas loved this room, he would hide when Mama was looking for him, usually because he was in some sort of trouble!” The Earl laughed as he reminisced about his brother. He sat down behind the massive desk and Darcy took a seat across from him.

“Well Darcy, what is it you wish to speak with me about?”

Darcy lost his confident look and began to pick at his sleeve. “You see, your lordship, I have a wish….er, I mean, I would like…that is, I want to ask your permission to ah…”

Lord Stratton chuckled at the younger man and thought back to a time when he was asking his father in law for permission to court his wife. “Darcy, come on now, what is it you want?”

“I wish to court Miss Bennet, sir...I mean your lordship.” He said, rather quickly.

“Hmm.” Lord Stratton said as he leaned back in his chair. He knew this was coming, but decided to have a little fun with Darcy.

“You do realize Miss Bennet is still in mourning. And I don't mean the outward appearance of mourning; she still deeply misses her father very much. And this business with Wickham, are you sure you wish to align yourself with such a family.” The Earl added this last bit for fun, but truly wondered at Darcy's reaction.

Darcy stood and began pacing the room. “Your Lordship, there is no one to blame but myself for the situation with Wickham. If I had made known his character earlier, none of this would have happened. Miss Bennet is aware of the particulars of his conduct towards my family.”

“She is? You mean Miss Darcy and the whole Ramsgate affair?” Lord Stratton asked. He too was also aware, as Colonel Fitzwilliam and Darcy himself had spoken with Lord Matlock and himself after the ordeal.”

Darcy paused and turned to look at the man who his father had been a great friend with, along with his uncle. “I have proposed to Miss Bennet once before and was rejected, sir, at Kent.”

At this Lord Stratton drew in a sharp breath, for not for the reason Darcy feared. “You mean you proposed to Elizabeth at Kent? Under Lady Catherine's nose?”

Darcy saw the Earl was poking fun at him and let a small smile escape. “Yes, I did. Lady Catherine was not, and still is not aware of my feelings towards Miss Bennet.”

“Why did she refuse you?”

At this, Darcy sat back down. He knew Lord Stratton had the right to know why he was refused, but he loathed bringing up such a painful subject. “My proposal was not well spoken, I fear I spoke more of lowering myself to marry her than my love for her.”

Lord Stratton kept the chuckle that threatened to escape at bay and tried to gain a serious look on his face. “I see.”

“I am deeply ashamed of my conduct towards Miss Bennet in Kent. I have apologized to her during our trip from Kent to Hertfordshire.”

Lord Stratton nodded. “Have you spoken with her regarding your wish to court?”

“No sir, not yet. I didn't think it would be proper, but with her presentation at court in the spring I felt that I should make my intentions known.”

Lord Stratton smiled at Darcy, deciding to toy with him no longer. “You have my permission Darcy, when her mourning is over you may ask if she is willing to accept you. Keep in mind though, my brother may have encouraged you, but I will let Elizabeth make her own decision.”

Darcy nodded and rose to shake the Earl's hand. “Thank you, your lordship.”

“Well now, send in Bingley, I'm sure he will want to ask the same thing. It's quite obvious he is smitten with Jane.”

***

Later that evening, after all had retired, Georgiana sat at the elegant writing desk in her bedchamber pondering the parchment lying before her. She knew she must respond her Aunt Catherine's letter, but she always found writing to her most difficult. While she learned years ago not to give much credit to her Aunt's unwelcome advice, finding something to write about still proved troublesome. Looking about her room, she decided to tell her Aunt Catherine of her newfound friends. Aunt Catherine was always telling her she should socialize more with people of her station. She felt her Aunt would be pleased that she is spending time with the nieces of Lord Stratton.

Dear Aunt Catherine-

Greetings from Stafford. Fitzwilliam, Mr. Bingley and myself are visiting Lord and Lady Stratton and their nieces for a few days. My Aunt and Uncle Matlock are here as well. A horrible rainstorm came up on our first evening here, so we have been delayed in our departure. Not that I mind so much, as Pemberley is very quiet. Lord and Lady Stratton's nieces are a joy to be acquainted with, and Fitzwilliam stated that you too could claim an acquaintance with one in particular. They are from Hertfordshire, and I believe Miss Elizabeth Bennet is the cousin of your parson, Mr. Collins. She is delightful, as are all her sisters. They have come to stay with their Aunt and Uncle, as their parents have tragically passed on. But I'm sure you are aware of the particulars. Fitzwilliam said Miss Bennet attended you while she was in Kent visiting her cousin. I have reason to believe that Fitzwilliam is very fond of her, and I shall not be disappointed in calling her my sister, if such an event should ever take place. You know how reserved Fitzwilliam is! Miss Bennet is so lively and spirited, and such a breath of fresh air! I enjoy her company immensely, and am please to have formed such a friendship. Miss Bennet and her sister Miss Jane shall be presented at court in the spring, so I shall not be friendless this season! Lord Stratton is applying to have them presented, as they are older than most who are presented. It was their grandmother's wish to have them presented. I am so happy they will be there with me, along with Aunt Rebecca!

I must conclude for now, please give my love to Anne, and my sincere wish that she is feeling well.

Your Loving Niece.
Georgiana

Georgiana smiled at her letter, folded it, and sealed it with red wax. It wasn't a long letter, but then again, she didn't have much to write about, except her newfound friends.

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