More Than Words Can Say--Section I

By Becky M.O.S.T.

Section I,Next Section

Chapter 1

kay. So she wasn't ugly, she was single, she was intelligent and fun to be with, but when it came to men...they were always just friends. She wasn't fussy, she had just never met the right person yet.

The young woman absent-mindedly swiveled around in her office chair, to face the glare of the computer screen now in front of her. Elizabeth had been the smartest girl in high school, so it was no surprise she had gone to university, a place unheard of, by her mother. Her mother, a Mrs. Francine Bennet, lived an idle life as a housewife and was a martyr to several things. What they were, nobody really knew, but the family had learnt to be cautious, when Francine would retire to her room, in apparent, constant agony. Elizabeth could barely refrain from smiling, at the thought of her ridiculous mother. Francine had persistently argued that University was a waste of money on a girl, when good quick cash could be earned as a hairdresser. Or when one could catch a rich husband.

Elizabeth's father a Mr. Karl Bennet kept the family alive, as it were, by working as a headmaster at a local secondary school. He was intelligent and witty. Elizabeth through similar qualities, was his favourite daughter, and it was his determination, which led to Elizabeth earning a place at Oxford University.

Though Karl Bennet had the skills to be able to find work at any eminent university, to teach English (his specialised subject), he lacked the ambition and fiery drive his wife had. Francine would constantly pester her husband to talk to Mr. Samuel Collins, a young professor at Oxford University, where Elizabeth used to study, but Karl Bennet flatly refused to fawn over the already pampered and oily young man, whose elevation to professor had been promoted by his links to a Lady Catherine be Bourgh.

Elizabeth had to bite her lip to prevent herself from grinning. Samuel Collins had been so presumptuous as to assume that she would be dazzled by his position in the University. She had been studying Law in Oxford. Samuel Collins had spotted her when she had first arrived with her best friend Carly Lucas. He was at least in his thirties, but on seeing Elizabeth--a pretty and 'vulnerable' student, he attempted to turn on the 'charm'.

He had persistently followed her, and at points Elizabeth felt inclined to believe he was bordering on obsessive. The image of the greasy-haired, pasty-faced man pursuing her down corridors in his shapeless tweed suits, provoked a sudden laugh which she did her best to stifle, when her employer entered, but it was too late. The image of Mr. Collins, completed with the monotony of the mountains of paperwork she had to plough through, made her want to laugh helplessly.

Her employer was in fact her aunt, a Joyce Gardiner. She smiled at her niece.

"Well Lizzy, I see you're having fun, but I see no fun in typing letters!"

Lizzy looked up, her face expressing mock despair.

"I am really grateful for the job, aunt, and I hate to complain, but this is taking forever. My only consolation is that the job is meant to get better!"

She threw herself back onto her chair with a loud sigh, then looked up, her hazel eyes sparkling, her head cocked to one side and smiled teasingly at her aunt who was laughing.

"But, I bet you are jealous of me. You really envy me with my young free life!" She said this a little bitterly.

"I certainly do! You wait until you start taking on clients of your own. The one-to-one talks drive me nuts!"

"I don't envy myself, to tell you the truth." Lizzy sighed glumly. "How many single 25 year olds can you find, stuck behind stacks of paperwork, at a desk, waiting for the future to come to her. Living for a career, not going out there and doing something daring, exciting? I mean, my dream was to become a barrister, but don't you ever get the feeling that you want to break free?"

Her aunt smiled at her sympathetically. She leaned over Elizabeth's desk and kissed her on the cheek.

"Cheer up Lizzy. We all have our days." Then she stopped and a smile spread over her face, as though she remembered something. "But, I know what will cheer you up!" Lizzy looked at her expectantly. "Jane's coming home!"

Lizzy gave a whoop of joy, as her aunt silently walked back to her office, with a smile. Jane was coming home! After a year spent in Africa. She had been on missionary work. Dear Jane! Jane was a doctor and though she had the rare, natural ability to do surgery work and could have stayed in England to become a consultant, making lots of money, she had wanted to go to Africa to help the sick.

She and Elizabeth were so close that Elizabeth had felt that a part of her was missing, without Jane. Now they would have fun, just like the old times!

Chapter 2

It was Saturday, 5.00 in the morning and Elizabeth awoke with excitement. She almost ran to the bathroom, anxious to get out of her flat and meet Jane at the airport. Her mother was unable to attend, as 'early mornings was bad for her nerves'. Her sisters Lydia and Kate wanted their 'beauty sleep' and Mary wanted to prepare for a Church service, in which she played the organ.

Elizabeth brushed her curly mass of dark chestnut hair carelessly, pulled on a pair of black jeans and a dark green polo neck. She cared little for her appearance, as long as she was presentable, it was good enough. But, according to Jane, she had a 'natural look' about her, a natural beauty, which her sister Lydia envied. Lydia had to smear layers upon layers of make-up to get 'Lizzy's look'.

Lizzy rushed out of her flat, after grabbing a 'Jordan's Crunchy Bar' and literally jumped into her blue Nissan Micra. It was 5.30 and Jane's plane landed at 7.45. She guiltily sped along the roads and wondered why she never got a ticket. It took 2 hours to get to Heathrow airport from where she lived.

After parking at an awkward angle (in her rush to get out), she hurried to the entrance of the airport building. It was 7.40 and she had 5 minutes to reach the arrivals area.

Disheveled and cross with herself, for leaving little time to get to the airport, she quickened her pace to get to the nearest lift. The door was beginning to close, in horror, she ran to it and shoved with all her might on the sides of the lift doors. The force of this act, accompanied by the doors quick obedience to her push, caused her to topple forwards. With a shriek and a thump, she landed unceremoniously onto a pair of shiny black shoes, which withdrew, slowly from her. Turning her head awkwardly to her left, she saw another pair of shoes. Bright pink stilettos, which clicked hastily away.

With a groan, Elizabeth picked herself up, embarrassed by her exhibition. She pushed back the curls which had tumbled over her face and looked at the people whose shoes she had landed on. Meanwhile the doors of the lift closed.

What attracted her attention first, was a brightly coloured dress. It was pink and yellow, with strategically placed sky blue diamonds around the upper part of the dress. The face which met Elizabeth's was little short of contemptuous.

The woman had a sharp nose, severe lips, which were twisted into a smirk and her eyes were hard, ice cold. Her hair was black, and twisted into a strange shape.

It rather reminded Elizabeth of, quite literally, pigs guts.

She had to suppress a smile. Further observation noted a large hat, perched precariously on the twisted creation. It was of the latest fashion Lizzy knew, but it didn't quite suit the wearer.

She turned her attentions on to the woman's companion.

First word which came to mind was-gorgeous.

He had curly black hair, cut fairly short, and had the most startlingly blue eyes she had ever seen, with deep dimples in a strong face. He was about 6 foot 3 in height, very tall, compared to Elizabeth's 5 foot 2, completing his profile of--perfect.

His reaction to her, however, changed her good opinion of him. He turned to her, looked at her almost in disgust, then turned away with indifference.

Elizabeth was seething. So he thinks he's so fine in his designer suits, she thought. She shot him a look of distaste. Change the profile, she muttered to herself, let's add--arrogant!

She turned away with a frown. An annoying curl fell down her face and she twisted it angrily. She concentrated her gaze on the bright pink stilettos of the tall woman. She was just deciding whether even Lydia would ever consider wearing such a pair of shoes, when she heard herself being addressed. She looked up to meet the insincere smile of the sharp nosed woman.

"Harrods, darling."

"Excuse me?" Replied Elizabeth, puzzled.

"Harrods. It's the new stock. Couldn't wait for the sales, not that I ever need to, darling." This was followed by a fake peal of high pitched laughter.

Elizabeth winced and was amused to see a slightly similar expression on the man's face, which quickly disappeared. The man regained his blank expression.

'The Man Of Stone', thought Elizabeth wryly.

"You were looking at the shoes darling? I dare say, you've never seen such a pair!" At that point, the three of them had to move into the back of the lift, as an elderly couple with a trolley entered. A flicker of annoyance crossed the sharp nosed woman's face, as the elderly gentleman accidentally stepped on her shoe.

"As I was saying," she turned to Elizabeth, who was now squashed next to the 'Man Of Stone' (who looked distinctly uncomfortable by her nearness to him).

"Harrods. I dare say, you've never seen such a pair?"

Elizabeth, wishing to push this infuriating woman off her pedestal, smiled sweetly, "Why, I do think I have! In 'Clarks', I believe!" She said this brightly, almost guilelessly.

The sharp nosed woman looked as if she were about to burst.

Elizabeth hid a smile under the pretense of coughing, peering up in time to see a deep frown across the face of the man. This made her smile even more, causing a fresh burst of coughing. So severe! She thought.

The sharp nosed woman turned to her companion with a smile.

"So, William, we are to meet the famous 'Jewel' then?"

"I dare say Caroline, for Charles sake." He replied shortly.

"Oh, I do think it awkward of dear Charles. I am sure she is a sweet girl, but really," she sighed expressively, fingering her eyelashes, "a girl on holiday! A 'missionary worker', amongst all the dirt and grime, and Lord knows what one might catch!" She shuddered visibly, "I am quite put out with my dear brother!" She sighed with an air of long suffering, turning to study her nails.

She smiled sinuously at Elizabeth, before turning back to her partner.

"What did he say her name was? Jade...June...Jude? Something like that. I mean Charles has the most appalling writing. One has to decipher his letters!" Her voice rose several octaves in an exaggeratedly refined accent, "I always say..." She did not finish her sentence, for they had reached their destination. Elizabeth too, found that she had to get out. With much relief, she stepped out of the stuffy lift. Caroline's, over-bearing manner was beginning to irritate her, as much as was her pungent perfume.

She followed the two, as they appeared to be going in the same direction as she.

Caroline who was walking in front of her turned conspiratorially to William and said in a stage whisper, "Let's go and see the 'Saintly Jewel' then!" She giggled at her own joke and grabbed William's arm. He followed without question.

Elizabeth, who had been listening with amusement, watched the two with a grin, wondering at the tall man's compliance.

"How suited they are to each other!" she remarked out loud to herself. Then, remembering her sister, she looked at her watch. It was 7.45 exactly.

Chapter 3

Elizabeth waited eagerly behind the barriers, anxiously awaiting the appearance of her sister. Caroline and William stood far away. Caroline was doing her best to ignore her, but William stared at her openly. When she caught his eye, he turned away.

"Conceited snob," she muttered angrily, "hateful man. Thinks he can openly put down people and treat them contemptuously!"

"So, that is your first impression of me!" Came an unfamiliar voice behind her.

Startled, Elizabeth turned around hastily, to see a tall handsome man, with blond hair and smiling blue eyes. Next to him, stood Jane!

"Jane!"

"Lizzy!" The two sisters hugged each other joyfully.

"Mother couldn't come, what with the morning nerves!" Jane laughed.

"But I am glad you could come Lizzy! Oh, I'm sorry," she looked at her sister her eyes suddenly shining, "Lizzy, this is Charles. I couldn't write after October, so I was unable to tell you about him."

"H..Hi," stammered Lizzy. "Sorry about just now, I was talking about someone else." She reddened in embarrassment.

"Don't apologise! I've heard so much about you, and you are as perfect as Jane described!" The man shook hands enthusiastically with Elizabeth. There was an openness and sincerity in his eyes. Her opinion of him increased. He then smiled tenderly at Jane, causing her to blush. Lizzy's heart warmed to him.

From behind her, however came the familiar sound of hurried clicking.

The clicking of stiletto shoes.

The ones which came to mind, were bright pink. The face which came to mind, had a long, sharp nose.

She groaned as it dawned on her, who exactly was behind her. What confirmed her suspicions, was the familiar dignified drawl,

"Charles, darling!"

It was Caroline.

"Charles! Have you forgotten me?" Came a protesting whine.

"Oh, of course not Caroline! In good health I see!" He blinked a little, at the bright pink form before him, then turned delightedly to her companion.

"Darcy, how are you? I am fine, as you see and I have with me," he made a gesture to Jane, "the finest jewel you might find, and a souvenir of my travels! This is Jane."

William Darcy smiled politely to Jane.

Elizabeth noticed how much better he looked when he smiled. She noticed a marked difference in him, with Charles, his friend. He seemed more at ease, not stiff and formal, as with Caroline.

"Oh, please forgive me Jane, this is my sister Caroline and my friend William Darcy!" He turned to Elizabeth, in obvious preparation to introduce her, but she interrupted with a smile.

"We've met." He looked surprised.

"Under slightly odd circumstances, however," his sister remarked silkily. Elizabeth could detect a hint of jealously, as she took in Jane's slim figure and perfect complexion.

"Well, how coincidental. If I were superstitious like you Darcy, I would call it fate. A part of our destiny!" He said dramatically.

"Though I really can't think why." Murmured Caroline, who was eyeing Elizabeth's and Jane's practical clothes with evident distaste. Elizabeth, who caught the remark was not at all moved. Caroline's idea of 'fashionable clothes' was debatable. She felt it was best if she just ignored her. Not wishing to stay any longer with the woman, she turned to her sister briskly,

"Jane, I have the car. I think we'll go back to the flat first, then visit mother."

Jane looked distressed.

"Oh dear, I do hope it's not planned, Charles invited me to have lunch with him."

Caroline looked at her brother furiously, before turning to Jane with a practised smile, "Dear Jane, we would not wish to deprive your parents the pleasure of seeing you."

Elizabeth saw through this obvious plan to get rid of Jane and replied, "Oh no, Jane won't disappoint her friends," Caroline cringed visibly as she was applied to as a 'friend' of Jane's. "We were going to go to our parents house late in the evening," she smiled at Charles who was looking relieved, then spoke to her sister, "go on, I'll be at the flat. If not call Aunt Joyce, she'll know where I am." She turned to leave, but was held back by Charles.

"Do stay and have lunch with us. I know it's a bit early for lunch, but that's me," he grinned, "always hungry! We wouldn't let you come all this way to pick up your sister and not be able to spend her first day back without you!"

Elizabeth smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you, if it's not too much trouble?"

"None at all!" Caroline smiled a sickly smile. Darcy picked up one of Charles's suitcases. Caroline occupied William's left arm tottered off on her stilettos. Charles followed, taking his suitcase and one of Jane's. Elizabeth, with much resignation, grabbed another suitcase of Jane's and followed them to the car park. She was not looking forward to lunch with Caroline, but she knew that Jane needed her. Caroline was bound to come up with more cattish remarks.

On reaching the car park, Elizabeth automatically walked to her crazily parked car, with the suitcase. Charles followed her, with Jane's other suitcase.

He staggered over to the boot and put it down. Caroline and William followed him. The former raised her eyebrows at the car, smirking in unconcealed humour.

"Is there anything wrong, darling?" Said Elizabeth, a trifle tartly.

Caroline's eyes narrowed angrily. William had another of his deep frowns again, his mouth was twisted in an apparent look of severity, Elizabeth thought.

"Well I don't care for his opinion," she quietly breathed with insouciance.

Caroline was now standing, hands on hips, weight rested on one leg, the other stretched out, in a manner evidently meant to show authority. Elizabeth thought she looked stupid, wobbling unsteadily in her tall shoes from time to time. Elizabeth felt if she didn't do something, she might start laughing. So she turned to the car boot, and opened it, "L...let's put them here, Charles." She pushed a suitcase into the back of the boot, choking on her laughter and biting her lip tightly.

'The Man Of Stone' Darcy, was looking at her strangely, as she struggled not to laugh. She ignored him, hiding her facial contortions behind her hair. Charles put Jane's other suitcase in the boot, and closed it.

"Well," she said brightly, to the assembled group, her face still a little red from laughing, "um...I'll follow you in this car. If you need any space," she mentioned quickly, as she noticed numerous other cases, "I can carry a few things in my Micra, if you like."

"I doubt it," said Caroline, "I mean, it is rather small," and she giggled into her hand 'elegantly'. Darcy looked at Elizabeth with an expressionless face,

"You should park your car carefully next time," he indicated to the angle in which it was parked. "That's dangerous to cars passing."

Elizabeth's eyes flashed angrily, but she managed a sugary sweet smile, "I'll do that."

"Too true Will," Caroline purred. She draped a possessive arm over his shoulder, then turned to Elizabeth, "Will, is the best driver I know," the man concerned shifted under her arm. "He picks cars with class, unlike some people." She said, cattily, passing her eyes casually over Elizabeth's car.

"Perhaps," said Elizabeth, smilingly. "But I prefer to choose things for practicality. Mr. Darcy may have money to spend on the very best, but I have a limited budget. So, I spend in moderation, as you can see from my clothes, compared to yours, which are far superior," she smiled, at Caroline.

Everyone turned to look at Caroline, who preened herself visibly. Charles suddenly slapped his forehead in remembrance of something, "Yes, that's it, I knew I recognised it,"

"Brother?" Caroline questioned. He turned to Jane with a smile,

"Do you remember that fabric market we visited?"

"Of course!"

"Well, doesn't Caroline's suit remind you of that pink stuff we saw?" Caroline nearly choked, on hearing the fabric of her expensive suit, being referred to as 'stuff'. Elizabeth was playing with her ring, twisting it round and round, in an attempt to prevent herself from grinning. To her surprise, she saw Darcy doing the same.

"Probably uncomfortable about his darling being abused," she thought with a grin.

Charles turned to his sister, surprise and delight on his face, "Well done Caroline. Very appropriate, an African theme to welcome your brother back!" He tweaked her hat playfully. Caroline stamped away furiously,

"Come, Will," she said haughtily, straightening her hat. He followed, unquestioningly, his brow still furrowed, his fingers still furiously working away at the ring.

Elizabeth looked at Charles, tears of laughter in her eyes, "Thank you!" She managed to breathe out, whilst catching her breath.

"What for?" He replied, puzzled.

Chapter 4

It was decided, that Elizabeth, Jane and Charles go in Elizabeth's car. Caroline and William would go in William's.

Elizabeth smiled to herself, as she got into her car. Caroline should be pleased, she thought, she's got the 'Man Of Stone' all to herself!

Jane and Charles sat in the back and as Elizabeth started the ignition, she peered into the rear view mirror from time to time, in pleasure. They were getting on perfectly! "Jane looks so happy," she murmured to herself. She couldn't help feeling a little jealous of her sister and of Charles. Jane would catch a gorgeous man without trying, she thought, affectionately, and Charles, he's got my favourite sister, all to himself.

From a very young age, Elizabeth had always been close to Jane. Jane's warmth and gentleness had made her little sister want to protect her. Elizabeth was more critical of human nature than Jane, who was willing to see the best in the worst of criminals. Elizabeth could also fight and oppose people for her rights, which made law a very good choice for her. Jane, the more compassionate, opted for a caring role and became a doctor.

But Elizabeth could not stay depressed for long. This was her sister! It was selfish of her to wish to keep Jane all to herself! She had a right to be happy...Still, Elizabeth thought, regretfully, gone were all the days of fun, with just her and Jane. It might be too early, but looking at the way things were going, Charles had Jane for good. She looked into the mirror again, with a sigh, as she drove slowly through the parking lot.

She looked out for William Darcy's car. She saw it. A sleek, black 'Mercedes' glided out of a parking space, on her right. Caroline was reclining on a cream, leather passenger seat. The template read: 'Darcy 1'. As they passed, William looked at her and smiled. Elizabeth glared after him, as they drove in front of her.

"God, I'd like to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off that man's face!" she seethed. "And, 'Darcy 1'! How arrogant!" she muttered.

After two hours of driving behind the 'Mercedes' whose boastful template was beginning to irritate her, Elizabeth was glad to see it turn into a parking lot of a large restaurant. She looked up to read the name of it,

"Oh," she gasped in shock. The restaurant was 'Severine's', one of the most expensive restaurants in London. "How rich are these guys," she murmured, still semi-shocked, "coming here for brunch? Jane's sure hooked a big one this time, mother's going to be very pleased!" She thought of what her mother's expression would be on seeing Charles, with a grimace. She began to dread the inevitable meeting.

Thinking of the present, however, she looked at herself, horrified. She drove into a very clean parking lot and found a space. She then attended to her clothes. She was about to walk in a classy restaurant, and she was dressed in a plain polo neck and jeans. Her shoes were no better-only relatively clean trainers. She was presentable, but places like these...She looked at Jane and Charles, as she got out. He was smart in a white shirt, black jacket and trousers with immaculate shoes. Her sister was stunning as usual, in a light, sleeveless white dress, printed with tiny blue and white daisies. She wore white high-heeled shoes. She looked radiant, even after the long journey in a plane. Her shiny golden hair cascaded down her back. In all, they were the perfect couple. Laughing and smiling in the mid-morning sun. Elizabeth felt like a weed amongst prize winning flowers. So, she hastily 'uprooted' herself, to get out of the way of the couple and bravely went to the restaurant entrance.

Caroline and William Darcy were waiting. He looked at her with amusement, and Elizabeth coloured. She wished she had never agreed to follow them! Now she was about to make herself a fool and give Caroline something to snort about.

Caroline was all friendliness with Jane, linking arms with her and giggling incessantly, while she politely laughed at her 'jokes'. Charles offered his arm to Elizabeth, a playful gentlemanly gesture, which she took with a mocking curtsey, smiling mischievously at him, at the same time. They both laughed and entered the main body of the restaurant. Elizabeth felt better now. If Charles was willing to make light of things during the meal, she would feel more comfortable, William Darcy followed them. He wore a dark suit, evidently of a very fine cut, a blue 'Van Heusen' shirt, which matched his eyes and black shoes. The ease in which he wore the suit made him look relaxed and less pompous than she had previously thought him to be. While waiting at the restaurant entrance, he stood out, even compared to Caroline, in all her glory. He almost looked...thought Elizabeth, less critically. Then she stopped herself. He was pompous. What was worse, he despised her. This made her remember all the things he had said and all his contemptuous looks. Again, all admiration faded.

In the main body of the restaurant, they saw a man advancing upon them, an oily smile plastered on his face. He greeted William Darcy effusively,

"Ah, Meester Darcy. You are very welcome, as always!" He cast his eyes over their group. "Five, I see," his eyes darkened at the sight of Elizabeth, "one, not so suitably attired." At this remark, Caroline sniggered. Elizabeth flamed visibly. "But, she is wiz you, Meester Darcy, I cannot disputes wiz your judgments." He bared his teeth in an ingratiating smile, then gestured to a table near a window, in obvious hope, that prospective customers would see 'his Mr. Darcy' and be tempted to come in. Elizabeth wondered at this treatment. Exactly how rich, was Mr. Darcy? She looked at him. He looked as expressionless as usual. Probably lapping it all up! She thought, with disgust. "Well, the rich get it all!" she laughed wryly, to herself.

Jane and Charles sat together and immediately began talking to each other. Their table was surrounded by leather seats, all joined together. Elizabeth took a place next to Jane, opposite Caroline. She looked comfy next to William. The latter who was beside a large pot plant, had to squeeze almost into it, in order to make room for Caroline's rather substantial rump.

Elizabeth felt a little embarrassed. She felt under-dressed, in fact. Everyone in sight were dressed up to the nines. She leant forward to tie her shoe laces, which persistently came undone. Her hair, as usual, tumbled down her face. She impatiently swept them back. Feeling a pair of eyes on her, she looked up. William Darcy was staring at her, an indecipherable expression on his face. Caroline was powdering her nose with large, dramatic gestures and much flicking of her hands, in what was meant to be an elegant fashion.

Elizabeth stared back at him, steadily and coolly. He looked away, unable to meet her eyes. Elizabeth laughed inwardly. 'The Man Of Stone' can be moved! If he thinks he can intimidate me, he's quite wrong!

An awkward silence reigned over the small group, excluding Jane and Charles. They were talking and laughing, ignoring the others, without any intention to, of course. A waiter arrived and they ordered their meals. Elizabeth chose a small seafood salad, and 'Perrier' water. Caroline chose lemon sole, for that was what Darcy chose.

"How extraordinary," she giggled girlishly, "we've chosen the same dish!"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at this. He just smiled politely.

"Miss Bennet," William Darcy turned to Elizabeth, "will you not order more?"

"No thank you," she smiled, "I always like a light lunch."

"Dessert?"

"No..." her eyes scanned the menu, widening momentarily at the prices. "I...I don't think so, thank you." She hastily replied.

William Darcy had seen her reaction to the prices, and noticed the politeness of her refusal.

"I assure you, it would not be a trouble."

Elizabeth's animosity towards Darcy increased at this. Trying to show off his wealth! She thought, impulsively. Again, she refused, with as much politeness as she could muster.

"I expect you aren't used to this," said Caroline, with false pity in her voice.

"Perhaps not," replied her victim with a gracious smile.

"But, Will, darling, I shall have that one." She pointed a long finger towards a ridiculously expensive mango sorbet.

William repeated the orders to the waiter. Caroline smiled triumphantly at his polite gesture, which she took merely for immediate obedience to her commands. Jane and Charles had each chosen a salmon soufflé. William Darcy also called for a bottle of Champagne (to celebrate the return of the two travelers).

Whilst waiting for their food, Caroline monopolised the conversation between the three of them (Elizabeth, Darcy and herself), by extravagant praise of William and his sister, Georgiana.

"Now, Georgiana," (she stressed the name), "is the very lady of society. Such charm, elegance and so sweet!" She pulled a corner of Darcy's jacket absent-mindedly, before continuing. "So, she is to study at Oxford, is she? So accomplished! A music scholarship, you say?" She turned to Jane, with a fake smile,

"And you, dear Jane, where did you go?" Elizabeth looked at Caroline in disgust. In her eyes, there was a glint of triumph. Rather like that of a predator, slowly closing in on its prey.

Ha! Thought Elizabeth. You think Jane is some un-educated bimbo , well, you couldn't be more wrong! She waited in anticipation for her sister's answer, which would surely disappoint Caroline.

Before her sister could answer, Charles interrupted with a proud smile,

"Jane studied to be a doctor and a marvelous one she is too. If you could have seen her with those sick children. It really touched my heart!" In more than one way, thought Elizabeth, with a smile. Jane blushed at the compliment and shyly continued,

"I studied at Cambridge University." Caroline's smirk disappeared abruptly. Elizabeth noted William Darcy murmur, in evident admiration.

Caroline, her plans foiled for shaming one Bennet sister, turned to Elizabeth as 'means of consolation'. She was confident that this scruffy looking girl could not fail her expectations.

"And you?" She almost sneered, "where did you go?"

"I studied law," said Elizabeth slowly, wanting to prolong her agony. She saw William Darcy sit up attentively. So, he expects to mock me too, does he? Thought Elizabeth angrily. But, outside, she smiled at Caroline.

"Where, dear?" Caroline said, slowly, as though speaking to a child. Her eyes narrowed, in a rat like, sneaky manner, nose twitching in anticipation.

"Oxford University." Elizabeth replied, nonchalantly. "Jesus College." William Darcy looked at her with unconcealed surprise and grudging admiration. Jesus College! He thought. The hardest college to get into, and for Law!

Caroline's face showed her evident hatred. Her initial shocked expression was now replaced by a genial smile, however, as she began, once again, her pursuit to dis-credit the Bennet family. But, a genuine-pleased-for-you-smile was difficult for Caroline to maintain, for more than 5 seconds and she dropped it for her former and more natural, condescending smile.

"So, my dear," she began, typically.

"Oh please, friends call me Elizabeth," she replied sweetly.

"So, Elizabeth, dear," she persisted, in the same sugary sneer, "what occupation has your father, and your mother?" A waiter came to their table, with their drinks.

"My mother is a housewife and my father is a Headmaster."

"Oh, how delightful," she said insincerely, darting a very expressively look at Darcy, who refused to acknowledge it. He pretended to be absorbed in the wine list. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face.

"So, do you have any other brothers or sisters, apart from dear Jane?"

"Yes. Three other sisters, Lydia, Kate and Mary. Liddy is 15, Kate is 18 and Mary is 19."

"And, what are their aspirations for the future? Do they plan ambitious careers, such as yours and Jane's, or are they looking for rich men?" She added this carelessly, and 'jokingly', with an air-headed giggle, but her tone was meaningful.

The remark was not lost on Lizzy. She really could have slapped Caroline one, if they were not in company! She looked at Jane, who was still chatting happily to Charles, oblivious to the world around her. She was relieved that she hadn't heard Caroline's spiteful remark. She then turned to reply Caroline,

"Oh, driven by ambition, to be sure! Lydia and Kate, perhaps more so, they wish to be pop stars, but they are, very young! Mary has high hopes to become a famous pianist and she certainly seems determined to achieve her goal. But, no. Only the weakest of women would 'doll' themselves up and fawn over a man, a materialistic person. The most detestable of all people," said Elizabeth significantly, looking at Caroline directly, as she sat, clutching Darcy's jacket possessively. Then she smiled. "I cannot be that. I for one, enjoy my freedom, my independence. I can cover my own expenses and I am contented." She concluded, her eyes wide with amusement, at her own admittance of her own satisfactory situation. "A woman needs not a man's 'protection', she is quite capable of walking by herself, don't you think so, Mr. Darcy?"

William Darcy started. He had been held by the ways her eyes sparkled with such life as her emotions changed, while she spoke. He found himself frequently staring at her. He had sat, enraptured by their change in colour. They were a hazel colour, almost flecked with gold, in the light, sometimes green. They were framed by the most delicate lashes, which accentuated her eyes, in her small face. Her skin, soft and smooth, he wanted to reach out and touch. He was tempted to brush away the small curls, which fell by her face. Her hair was of a dark, shiny, chestnut colour. It as not arranged in any fashionable way, he admitted, critically, but the curls fell wildly around her face, adding to her lively manner and overall sweetness. He had been holding his breath, but at her voice, released it, choking in reply to her question.

He turned, red faced from coughing to face her. Her eyes were laughing at him.

"I said, a woman may have her own independence. Is that right, Mr. Darcy?"

"Certainly, certainly," he tried to reply airily, averting his eyes from hers, in fear that he might start staring at her again.

"Will, darling!" Cried Caroline. She patted his face, looking concerned. "Are you all right? Speak to me! Do you need water?"

William flinched from her hand, which Caroline arrogantly assumed to be one, only of pain. She could never imagine that he might be wishing she would leave him alone!

Elizabeth sipped her 'Perrier' water, to hide her smile. Watching the two of them, was more entertaining than a 'Jerry Springer Show'. She looked at Charles and her sister. The both of them were so absorbed with each other, they hadn't even noticed the drinks arrive. Elizabeth heart soared again, for her sister. Charles was infatuated with her! She sat, sipping her drink, contemplating their rosy future, together. Then she stopped herself, horrified, that was something her mother would do!

"I'm becoming like mother," she moaned to herself, then sternly berated herself for being so presumptuous.

Caroline, who had stopped fussing over William, turned her attentions to her brother.

"Oh, I just adore music," she squealed, catching the topic of conversation. Her evident plan, being to interrupt the intimacy between her brother and Jane, as well as wanting to gain attention.

"Jane was telling me how much she loves classical music," mentioned Charles.

"Oh, yes," purred Caroline, reverting to her condescending tone of voice, reserved for Bennet sisters. "How...cultured."

"Very so." Murmured William, with a touch of hauteur.

Elizabeth took this to be open mockery of her sister and turned to him, her eyes flashing, but her voice steady,

"I don't believe wealth, or position in society, is any indication of a person's nature." She said, studying his face for a reaction.

William Darcy looked surprised, but replied her coolly,

"I beg your pardon, if I should have hinted that. My comment was merely complimentary."

Caroline shot Elizabeth a disapproving look, mingled with pleasure. She had every intention of rubbing salt into the wound. Elizabeth, however, was in no doubt, that she had not made a mistake. Mr. Darcy's overall behaviour for the past few hours had not shaken her initial, inveterate belief, that he was a conceited, over-privileged man, with little concern for others. As far as she was concerned, he and Caroline were the same. The latter, incidentally, had just started speaking to Jane.

"Jane. So, you are fond of classical music! Tell me, do you have any favourite pieces?" She probed.

"Beethoven's Concerto in E minor, I think," Jane smiled softly, "it's a very cheerful piece."

"Are you adept in any particular instrument?"

"I play a little piano, but Lizzy's the expert, as far as music is concerned," she said, with a laugh.

Caroline's face blanched, as she was faced with a compliment towards Lizzy. She smiled shortly at Jane, then turned to her sister.

"So, Elizabeth, you are musical!" She gave a light laugh, reflective of short lived admiration, mixed with unconcern. "And, pray, tell me, what instrument do you play?"

"Jane has magnified my musical abilities by the thousands, I'm afraid! I am far from an expert," she told the expectant faces around her, "but I play the saxophone and piano."

"How, delightful!" Came the empty compliment Elizabeth had expected from Caroline.

"And you?" Continued Elizabeth, "have you any favourite classical pieces, or is your preferred style of music more...exotic?" She inquired, sweetly (like your clothes, she was tempted to add).

Caroline emitted a shrill peal of laughter, breaking the frequency boundary one might expect, for a normal human laugh. Charles scratched his ear, in polite pretense of being thoughtful. Jane looked away, fearful she might laugh and Darcy coughed, as people from several tables, looked up.

"Stalling, I'll bet," murmured Elizabeth to herself, after cringing in response to the sound. "She has no clue!"

She was right. Caroline quickly chose to change the subject, switching on to Georgiana, the sister of her object of admiration.

"Georgiana is very skilled at the piano. She practices all day. It is a delight to hear her!" She gushed.

"She certainly has a love for music," Darcy replied, appearing reluctant to praise his sister. He seemed to want to turn the conversation, but Caroline persisted,

"When she plays, she seems," she lifted her head in silent contemplation, eyes closed. Elizabeth was given a rather interesting view up Caroline's nostrils, as she turned her nose up to the ceiling, inhaling deeply through it. "She seems..." she continued reverently, "to be almost...breathing, musically!" She ended dramatically.

Elizabeth almost spluttered into her glass, at Caroline's attempt at speaking poetically.

"10 out of 10, for generally being over dramatic, -6 out of 10 for poetic flair," she commented wryly, into her glass. She glanced at Darcy, at whom the 'pretty speech' was aimed. He looked unimpressed and impassive as she always found him to be.

She wasn't sure, but it looked as if he was pointedly ignoring her. He couldn't meet her eye, for one. For what reason, she didn't know, but it was of little importance to her.

Author's Note: Some of the scenes may seem a little exotic, especially Jane's description of what happened to Bingley...but I tend to get carried away! Sorry! If anything sounds insensitive in this chapter, it's not meant to be. If I offend anyone, I did not intend to. So forgive me!

Chapter 5

The rest of the meal passed off uneventfully.

Charles made the conversation light hearted and almost enjoyable...just. Well, with Caroline, it was slightly difficult to relax. Peace might reign for a few seconds, but Elizabeth soon realised, that silence was 'not to be tolerated by Caroline'. It almost acted as a sort of 'alarm bell', to her. As did intelligent conversation. Both would barely begin, before Caroline managed to interrupt it in some way.

Her arm flapping! Her pungent, headache-inducing perfume! Her constant flattery of Darcy! Her snide remarks! But most of all, her ear -piercing titter, set Elizabeth's teeth on edge.

Therefore, it was with much relief, when they all stood up to leave. Darcy took out his wallet, with a flourish. An arrogant gesture, to say the least! Thought Elizabeth.

He took out a large wad of notes, nodded to a waiter and was about to hand money to him, when Elizabeth interrupted,

"We'll pay for our own food." She said coldly. He looked surprised, and still waved the money at the waiter. Elizabeth smiled at the man,

"It's okay," she said, then handed over the money for her and Jane's meals.

"I insist," replied Darcy firmly, and shoved the money into the waiter's hand. The waiter, looking very confused by the matter, stared at the both of them and then, at the money in his hands, from Elizabeth and William.

Darcy looked annoyed. I'm not prepared to have you think I will pay for my own food, and that I am incapable of doing so! Elizabeth thought, in determination. Darcy, however, reached out his hand, took away Elizabeth's money and handed it back to her.

"Take it." He said, tersely. She took it, but put it again in the waiter's hand. Darcy was about to snatch it back, but Elizabeth pushed his hand away. He tried again. The small protest had started off a small wrestling match. It consisted of Darcy trying to take the money back, but with Elizabeth stopping him from doing so. The waiter, stuck in the middle stood by helplessly. Caroline, disturbed by the constant physical contact of Darcy and Elizabeth (though they were glaring at each other, in determination), hurriedly gave a loud yawn,

"Really, Eliza," she purred, "if Darcy wishes to pay, let him pay! One needs all the pennies one can get!"

Elizabeth ignored her. She managed to pass the waiter the money, before she was intercepted by Darcy. To her surprise, he made no movement to get it back. She gave a smile, a little smug, perhaps, then turned away to follow her sister. He too, had a small smile on his face, for some odd reason. She soon knew why.

When she arrived at her car, Mr. Darcy came up to her. He had come out of the restaurant last.

"Ah, Miss Bennet, I think you dropped this, " and he handed her a roll of something. He walked away hurriedly.

Puzzled, Elizabeth looked at her hand. Money. Money? Then she knew. She turned around angrily, to speak to Mr. Darcy, but he had disappeared, only Caroline and Charles remained at her car, talking to Jane. So, Mr. Darcy had had the last laugh. He had returned her money and it was too late to return it. That was what the smug little grin was all about! He had waited behind, to bring her money back! She gave a silent growl of frustration.

Caroline said 'affectionate' good-byes, with much embracing and small delicate pecks on the cheek. Even Lizzy was 'privileged' to be bestowed a kiss! Charles, with no rehearsed politeness, said his good-byes with genuine sadness, promising to Jane, to phone.

The journey back to the flat was full of laughter and chatter, as Lizzy heard of Jane's exploits in Africa. On one event, however, she did not mention. Elizabeth was curious about how she met Charles.

"Jane," she asked, carefully, "when did you meet Charles?" She glanced at her sister carefully, before steering past a slow moving bus. Jane shifted in her seat, looking a little embarrassed.

"Everything, remember!" Warned her sister.

"Well..." Jane paused. "I was visiting a child who needed a leg amputation. She was very sick, poor thing. Gangrene had set in, she was only..."

"Jane!"

"Okay, okay! I was going to visit the girl and our truck broke down. I was on my own, with a photographer from some magazine or other. I'm hopeless at fixing cars, as you know. I had no idea what was wrong with it! He, the photographer that is, had no clue, either! I thought of walking to the girl's home, but what with all the equipment and it being miles away, well...I couldn't! So, I sort of sat in the car, helplessly for a few minutes, before deciding I should try to find a phone. I had no hope of finding one, but it was better than nothing! I was about to set off, when a car pulled up. Charles was in it, and he gave me a lift." She ended with a note of finality, but Lizzy sensed she hadn't told her everything.

"And, so?" She questioned.

"And, so, what?" Her sister laughed. "Why the interrogation?"

"Well," answered Lizzy, as she overtook yet another annoyingly slow bus, the ticking of the indicator, penetrating her concentrated silence. "You're hiding something, dear sister of mine!"

Jane looked embarrassed.

"I can't hide anything from you, Lizzy!" Then she hesitated, "I'll tell you, if you won't laugh." She added, nervously.

"Me?" Asked her sister in mock surprise. She assumed an injured expression on her face. "I'm hurt that you might think that!"

"I didn't mean it!" Her sister said, hurriedly. She hated Lizzy to think ill of her.

Elizabeth laughed.

"Oh Jane, I was only teasing you!" Then she looked at her seriously, "I promise not to laugh."

Jane plucked at a strand of her hair.

"Well, we didn't talk much during the car drive. He was on his way to a friend's house near the village I was visiting. He actually followed me, however, as I went inside the girls house! I set up the table, clean sheets, sterilising equipment, got out the anaesthetic, the usual. Everything was going well...until Charles came nearer to the table. We were behind a screen, thank goodness!" Elizabeth grinned at that comment, and her sister noticed. "Not like that, Lizzy!" She said, embarrassed. "Well, anyway. He had some overalls on, but he wasn't wearing a mask. I turned around to tell him, but, unfortunately, I happened to be tightening a ligature around the leg, after the actual amputation, and my hand...sort of slipped..." She trailed off. Elizabeth was intrigued.

"It, sort of slipped?"

"The ligature loosened a little, and a sudden spray of blood caught him in the face. He was standing ever so close." She said, hurriedly.

Elizabeth gripped the steering wheel harder even more than before, her fingernails digging into it. Tears of mirth, welled in her eyes and she tried not to blink. Jane looked at her reproachfully,

"You promised not to laugh."

Elizabeth shook her head tightly, mouthing out that she wasn't. But it was too much! The comical image of Bingley's cheerful, inquisitive face peering at the girl's leg, only to be greeted by..! She burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry Jane, but that's the most...romantic first meeting I've ever heard!"

At that, Jane couldn't help, but laugh with her sister.

But, for the rest of the journey home, the conversation was light and easy. They discussed their lunch with the Bingleys and Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth listened intently, as Jane told her about Mr. Darcy. For some strange reason, he piqued her curiosity. Elizabeth found this fact disconcerting, as well as puzzling.

"He owns a chain of large furniture stores." Said Jane. "I believe the name of the stores is 'Pemberley Sofas'." Elizabeth heard the name with surprise and a feeling of dread. 'Pemberley Sofas' catered for the 'upper-class'. A fact which caused her father to avoid the stores, like the plague. This annoyed her mother. Francine Bennet was fond of all things bright and colourful, but most of all, she enjoyed expensive goods. She had asked her husband (or rather, commanded him), to visit the store with her, so they could buy a new suite from there. Carl Bennet flatly refused. Francine had hysterics, something which suited her, when her every whim was not catered for, by her husband. It was her weapon. The last resort, when pleading and cajoling failed. It was a weapon well used. But it never worked on Carl Bennet. So, confined to her room, with 'sickness', Elizabeth had heard her moaning how elegant suites from 'Pemberley Sofas' were, and how unreasonable Carl was.

Elizabeth's fears generated from the fact, that when her mother found out that Jane's boyfriend was closely acquainted to Mr. Darcy, she was sure to 'attack' him, in some embarrassing way. The thought of her mother 'pandering' to that conceited man, was more than she could bear! She would not want to gratify his low expectations of her, by appearing stunned by wealth! How her own mother acted, would indirectly affect her. She didn't want to give Darcy the satisfaction of thinking he was right.

She shook herself out of her private thoughts, in time to hear Jane mention, yet another startling revelation,

"The owner of half the shares in 'Pemberley Sofas' is apparently a Lady Catherine De Bourgh, who happens to be Mr. Darcy's aunt." She announced. Jane was unaware of the significance of this and the effect it had on Lizzy.

Elizabeth sat, stunned, for a few minutes. A double whammy! She thought, depressed. Not only would her mother start 'crawling' after Mr. Darcy, she was also likely to pursue an acquaintance with Lady Catherine, in order to further her father's career! Francine Bennet had high hopes of her husband being made a Professor in Oxford University. She would hope that Lady Catherine might use her influence, as she did for Mr. Collins!

They reached their flat and Elizabeth pulled up to her usual parking space. As she drove in, she saw a familiar car. A battered blue 'Skoda' was parked in No. 22's space. She grinned in delight. Only one person she knew, had a sky blue Skoda, with a smashed right headlight and an 'IAM GREEN' sticker stuck on the back of the boot. Only one person, would also park in No. 22's reserved space! She poked Jane on the shoulder, as she reversed into her space with one hand on the steering wheel.

"Look's like we've got ourselves a visitor!" Jane looked at her questioningly.

"Carly's here!" Jane grinned, as she noticed the car, matching Lizzy's delight and they both jumped out excitedly. Grabbing the suitcases, they stumbled up the two flights of stairs to their flat.

Waiting at the door, looking incredibly bored, sat Carly. She looked up, as they arrived, then jumped up to greet them.

"You've been ages!" She exclaimed, helping them with the luggage.

"We had no idea you were coming!" Countered Lizzy.

"Just thought I'd drop in and say hi to Jane." She replied. "Also, I have something interesting for you, Lizzy!" She said, smiling secretively.

Carly grabbed a suitcase out of Lizzy's hand with a smile, which turned to one of shock, as the sheer weight of it unbalanced her. She turned to Jane, mock disapproval in her voice,

"Now, I know you're fond of animals Jane, but slipping an elephant or two into your suitcase is going a bit too far!" The three of them laughed and entered the flat.

Inside, they all slumped onto a sofa.

"Home." Murmured Jane, in contentment. She looked up at Lizzy, apologetically. "I'm sorry, but do you mind if I just take a short nap before we visit mum and dad. I'm really knackered!"

"Sure! This is your flat too, you know!"

"Bye Jane!" Called Carly, as Jane went to her room. She waved her thanks.

Elizabeth turned to Carly, expectantly.

"So, what did you want to give me?"

"First, do you have any ice cream?" Her friend moaned. "Only, I've had a pretty rotten week!"

"Of course!" Lizzy went into the kitchen. She returned shortly, carrying a tub of 'Haagen Daas' and two spoons. She grinned as she waved the spoons at her friend.

"One for you, one for me!"

"Bad day too?"

"You could say that!" laughed Lizzy, the echoes of Caroline's squawking and remarks, still burning her ears.

She set the tub down, onto the coffee table with a sigh of pleasure. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at her friend.

"'Cookie Dough Dynamo'!" She breathed, reverently, and then took off the lid. The both of them took a spoonful each, savouring the mouthful. Lizzy let the remaining fragments slide down her throat. She sat back on the sofa, happily. Carly smiled at her.

"Life's bad, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth dug her spoon viciously into the tub. She took a large spoonful, and munched it, thoroughly depressed,

"Yeah. I thought things might improve when Jane got back, but she's found someone!" She dug into the tub again and waved the spoon, with ice cream, irascibly.

"I shouldn't be depressed, I should be happy for her!"

Carly ducked, quickly, as Elizabeth swept an arm through the space, where her head had been. Her eye's widened with interest.

"Who?"

"A Charles Bingley!" Spat out Elizabeth bitterly, but softly, turning to look at the door leading to the room, where the sleeping Jane lay, afraid she might hear.

"What, is he bad news or something?"

"No," sighed Lizzy, "he's good news. Perfection is his middle name. He couldn't hurt a fly. That's the problem." Carly looked at her quizzically.

"My fave sister has returned after one year, but I've lost her again." Carly looked at her, sympathetically.

"I want Jane to be happy, but I'm still missing her. Her happiness has also made me think. It's made me look at my life from another perspective. Not as Lizzy, the 'career girl', but Lizzy who wants to do something interesting, daring." She licked her spoon pensively, then turned to her friend, apologetically.

"You're a brilliant listener Carly. But I've been selfish! Something's been eating you. What's up?" Carly twisted her spoon in the ice cream, poking the semi-sludge.

"Over-riding depression. Fear of dying a lonely old lady, living off the state." She grimaced at the half-runny ice cream on her spoon, but stuck it in her mouth, dejectedly. "I've been contemplating my sorry existence!" She announced brightly. Both of them sat, slouched on the sofa, an air of gloom descended on them, as they ate moodily. The 'Cookie Dough Dynamo' was only short-term comfort.

Then, Carly lifted her head.

"Got something for you," she murmured indistinctly, her voice clotted with ice cream. Lizzy laughed at her, as she choked down the last remains of the mouthful. Carly swallowed, then cleared her throat with a grin.

"Got something for you," she repeated, clearly. She stuck her hand into her hand bag, and fished out a piece of paper. She handed it to Lizzy.

Lizzy scanned the piece of paper quickly. It was a leaflet, titled:

'Talk Sweet Talk'

It explained a new dating system for lonely hearts...Lizzy started at it, disbelievingly. She then looked, incredulously, at her friend.

"You can't be serious?" She laughed "This is a joke, right? Right..?" She said uncertainly, as her friend turned to look at her. Her face was serious.

"I am dead serious." She replied.

"Oh, come on Carly! You've told me a zillion times you hate these things!" Laughed Elizabeth, shaking the piece of paper carelessly. "You've always told been saying how many weirdoes write in, and how dangerous it is!"

"That's the fun of it." Replied her friend, succinctly. "It's new, it's interesting and...and, didn't you say you wanted something daring? Well here's your chance!" She exclaimed, triumphantly.

"Well...I don't know..." Said Lizzy, doubtfully.

"Look. All you have to do, is to make a tape, with a little about yourself. Hand it in, and they find you a match!" Carly looked at Elizabeth, a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was not hard to catch onto Carly's excitement. Her grin was infectious. Elizabeth felt all doubt slip away and an equally mischievous grin, slowly crept onto her face.

"It would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"Well?" Carly gave Lizzy a friendly punch on the shoulder, a questioning look on her expectant face. "Are you game, or what?"

"Yes!"

"Faaantastic!" Carly gave a whoop of joy and hugged Elizabeth. " I can't wait, I mean, we don't have to get serious with anyone. We can just meet new people. Who needs men really?" She demanded cheerfully.

Lizzy nodded enthusiastically.

"I agree with you, totally, Carly!" Who needs men? Come a choice between 'Haagan Daas' and a hunk," she began dramatically,

"Give me the ice cream!" They both laughed out, simultaneously, recognising their own friendship motto, since high school.

Chapter 6

She cringed as she heard herself laugh. Fake, but the whole tape, wasn't too bad.

She put in Carlys tape, feeling a little guilty, as she did so. She hadn't been given permission to do so, but then again, she thought, grinning to herself, she hadn't been told not to.

As she switched on the recorder to play, and as Carlys friendly, clear voice reached her, Jane came into the room, stretching luxuriantly and yawning.

"Good nap. I think I've just about enough strength to face mum!"

She stopped in surprise, as she heard Carlys voice, from the recorder.

"What is that?"

Elizabeth swiftly slid her tape under a pile of newspapers. Jane didn't approve of dating agencies. She knew she would also be worried for Carly, but wouldn't have the nerve to tell her to what to do.

"Ummm...It's a little thing Carly's doing for a project." Elizabeth crossed her fingers.

She hoped Jane wouldn't ask any more questions. It wasn't likely, Jane was not the inquisitive type.

"Nothing silly I hope!" Replied Jane, with a smile, then walked away.

One thing worried Elizabeth, however. Carlys phone had broken, and she had asked Elizabeth whether she could put her phone number on her tape. Elizabeth had agreed. The problem was, they had also adopted each others names, for safety reasons. Elizabeth took Carlys name, and Carly took Elizabeths. Things would get a little confusing!

William Darcy lay in the armchair, ill at ease. The semi-darkness of the room was vaguely comforting, however. He cast his mind back to the days events. The day hadn't even ended, and yet he had got into a fight with someone he had no wish to argue with. Wrestled with the same person. Thus losing the dignified image he always wanted to project of himself, and 'tussled' (figuratively speaking of course) with an over dressed Caroline. He wished for a more peaceful life. Half of him enjoyed the luxuries bestowed upon him, as was his legacy, but the other half of him wanted to slip into a life of obscurity and pleasant solitude. His late father had never understood, why his son, his heir, William Darcy, preferred to be on his own. His late father had preferred the manners of a more open and 'agreeable' fellow. He clenched his fists at the thought of 'that person'.

But, things change, and from today, he had realised, that being alone, was not so pleasant, after all. The happy memories of the day flickered through his mind, but his thoughts rested on one thing, or rather, one person. The image of a certain lady, made him positive, that alone was not a good thing, indeed it was not.

A sudden noise broke his reverie. Regretfully he picked up the phone.

"Will, you old tyrant!"

Darcy grinned at this description of himself, and at recognising the speaker.

"I seem to hear the feeble croaks of a certain war-torn soldier." He remarked dryly.

The person on the other end laughed loudly.

"War-torn? Certainly not, cousin! A year in the army may not have been good for my digestive system, though I am told the food is meant to be greatly improved, but I hardly saw the trenches!"

"When was your leave, I thought you were visiting in a month?"

"I see your memory is slipping in your dotage, cousin! I've been free for a week."

"And, I note, iron discipline hasn't changed your manners."

"Of course not! As you are aware, I'm as charming and delightful as ever!"

William Darcy laughed, as he relaxed into the friendly banter with his cousin, Andrew Fitzwilliam. Andrew was the closest thing he had, to a brother. Andrew and Georgiana, and Bingley, of course, were the only people who could understand, and stand him! They could tease him, without any fear of reprisal, of course, his dear sister would never dream of doing that. She was too gentle, and much too respectful to him!

"Are you coming to London?" He asked with interest.

"To see you? Of course, cuz'!"

"Bingley's visiting tonight, with family," he added, meaningfully.

Andrew was silent, before speaking again, tentatively.

"With Caroline?"

"Yes. With Miss Caroline Bingley." Darcy strained out the name, grimly.

Andrew groaned.

"I'll bring my sword." Then he continued, slyly. "Is the 'old battle axe' still giving you a hard time?"

"Is she ever! Iswear, you have to save me!"

"A Darcy pleading? This is new! One would think he must be pretty desperate!" Andrew teased.

" One thinks correctly." Continued Darcy, morbidly. "The woman's like a leech! Holding on., immovable, until...until...until you burn it off!" He finished, wildly. He shuddered.

"Interesting thought." Laughed his cousin. Then he employed a mock serious voice, " burning her off- as one would do to a leech, I shall seriously consider that manner of detaching Caroline, when you employ my services."

"Any other ideas?"

"Well, what might one do with a witch?" Andrew continued, playfully. " Burn her? No, thought of that. Ah!"

" Shoot, clever." Replied Darcy, icily.

"Crush her with a house?" Asked his cousin, hopefully.

"Now who's being exotic! From the 'Wizard of 'Oz, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Wishful thinking." Darcy replied wistfully, with a grin. "But, a pleasant thought, no?"

Chapter 7

Elizabeth sat in the driver's seat, with Jane beside her. Jane, of course, was looking forward to seeing her parents, and telling them about her wonderful stay in Africa. Elizabeth felt the opposite feeling. Her feeling of reluctance came partly from her wishing to stay away from her mother, as much as possible. She loved her mother dearly, but she could become a little tiresome. She had decided to move out of home as soon as possible, in fact, University lodgings, had been a blessing.

The other reason for her concern, was the fear of Jane, setting off her mothers enthusiasm for a marriage. Jane would inevitably excite her, with news about Charles. This would trigger an immediate reaction with their mother, of reaching for the wedding catalogue.

As she drove away from their flat, Elizabeth looked at Jane, from the corner of her eyes. Jane was sitting contentedly, listening to some music. She had obviously not realised the effect their visit to their parents, could possibly have on them.

Before long, they had reached their family home. Mrs Bennett was standing in the doorway, looking out anxiously for them.

"My dears," she cried out, as they got out of the car, "I thought you might have had an accident, or been viciously murdered!" She smiled at Jane, a trembling hand to her head. " I've been waiting to see my dear Jane."

She clasped the embarrassed Jane, to her visibly palpitating bosom.

"Mother, we are quite fine, as you can see!" Replied Elizabeth patiently.

"Well, Miss Lizzy," sniffed her mother a little tartly, quickly recovering from her 'indisposition', "I see you've decided to show your face. I thought you might be ashamed of your poor, sick mother, what with your education in Oxford, and your degree, with your fine job! Remember," she said, piteously, holding a quivering hand to her heart, " that fine education was funded by your poor parents, with our humble jobs and meagre pay, which we had to slave away for. All to assist your sisters and yourself." Lizzy tried to interrupt the ''Oscar' winning performance', but she couldn't. "Therefore, I hope you take time to remember, that you came from humble beginnings!"

Elizabeth closed her eyes. This was what she had tried to avoid.

The windows of all the houses in the neighbourhood were open. A few net curtains twitched, barely concealing the guilty eves-droppers.

Jane tactfully led them back into the house, where they were greeted by the rest of the family. They received an over enthusiastic greeting, from an excited Lydia, a grin from Kate, and a formal nod from Mary, who was absorbed in a book. Their father was in the garden but hurriedly came in. This was due, partly with his enthusiasm to see his favourite daughters, but mainly to avoid standing in a place, where Mrs Bennett would not hesitate having dramatic hysterical fits in and where people were most likely to hear all about their family life.

He kissed Jane and gave Elizabeth a small reproving raise of the eyebrows, accompanied with an affectionate kiss.

"Well, Jane, Lizzy, it is wonderful to see you all so well. Elizabeth, I haven't seen you for a long time, is your old father no longer of any importance?" he questioned, jokingly.

Lizzy was about to reply, but her mother interrupted, abruptly.

"Yes, Karl, I was saying the same thing. The fact is, Miss Lizzy is too grand for us now."

" Is that so," her husband turned to Lizzy, facing away from Francine. He rolled his eyes with mock impatience. Lizzy grinned. Her dad understood.

However, the family retreated to the living room, where Jane, with much probing and questioning from their mother, proceeded to tell them about Africa. Quite frequently Francine would interrupt, and soon the topic came to Charles Bingley.

"Yes, yes," said Francine impatiently, as Jane was describing an operation on a patient, which Mr Bennett was listening to with interest, "so, who is this Bingley?" She leant forward, towards Jane.

"Tell us," said Lydia slyly.

"Well, he's just someone I met and when I arrived in England, he, Lizzy, his sister, a friend and I, went to lunch."

"Somewhere expensive?" Demanded her mother

"Well...ummm."

"Is he handsome?"

"Jane, did the patient survive?" Inquired Mary.

"Tell us, is he cute?" prompted Lydia.

"A Mercedes, did you say?"

"I think the 'Lotus Elise' is way cool! The grooviest car!" Expressed Lydia.

"Too cheap." Snorted her mother.

"It was just lunch." Murmured Jane.

"So, who is the friend?" Pressed Francine.

"Yeah, like did Lizzy hit it off with him?" Asked Lydia mischievously.

"No, I did not hit it off with him." Replied her sister, looking at her in annoyance. "In fact, he was most disagreeable."

"I cannot see why you're so fussy," sniffed her mother, "I see nothing disagreeable about a Mercedes," she added, pointedly.

At that point, Lizzy decided it was time to leave. She certainly did not want her mother finding out how rich the 'disagreeable man' was.

Despite much protesting of their mother, they left, with the excuse that it was dangerous driving at night, to which, their mother could not argue against. Elizabeth slipped behind, while Jane was consoling their mother, in the doorway. She turned to their father with a sorrowful smile.

"My little Lizzy." He sighed. "You are very cruel to your old pa, you know that?"

"Why dad?" She asked with a small smile.

"For two reasons." He reached out to pull her cheek affectionately, as he used to do, when she was a child. "Because, my little Lizzy, I have not had a rational talk with anyone for ages!" Lizzy laughed with mock sympathy.

"Poor lonely little dad!"

"No, the nonsense is slowly driving me insane. I tell you Lizzy," he said, "with you and Jane gone, I do believe I shall lose all sense!"

He looked at her proudly, behind misty glasses.

" You and Jane, have turned out fine. That has restored all my trust in life, I think. I used to think that life had dealt me, well...let us say, an awkward hand, " he cast a quick look at his wife, " but, I believe, that now, it's quite the opposite."

Elizabeth felt a lump in her throat, and a feeling of guilt passed through her. She felt as if she had deserted her father. She hugged him, then kissed him on the cheek. After waving goodbye to the rest of her family, she and Jane got into the car.

The journey home was pleasant. The two of them listened to music and sobbed at the 'Love Letters' announced on the radio. When they reached the flat, they both just collapsed onto their beds. It was 12:00 at night. Elizabeth fell into a dreamy sleep.

At the Darcy household, William Darcy was awaiting his cousin. He looked at his watch impatiently- 12:00. He was concerned for his cousin's safety.

Charles and his sister were waiting for Andrew Fitzwilliam to arrive, with William. Caroline looked distinctly irritable. She had worn her best dress for the evening. What with no infuriating Miss Bennetts to claim all the limelight, she had decided to make best of the opportunity. But, what with the long wait, and the silent fuming, her face was red and the beautiful green silk dress, with delicate dark purple, lace trimmings touched with silver sequins, was making her feel uncomfortable and hot. The 'beautiful' dress was now rumpled. Her elegant hairdo had fallen apart. The cascading effect of her carefully curled hair was now, an untidy mess. The ribbon was actually stuck, in the tangles.

"Drat this." She complained. Her brother looked at her with amusement.

"It's your own fault Carol," he laughed "you needn't have dressed yourself up! It's not a dinner party. I don't know why you had to go to so much trouble!"

"Keep your opinions to yourself, Charles." She replied, sharply. "I didn't ask for your advice. It's not as if you know anything about good style, as I do. And don't call me Carol, you know I hate that. It's not elegant!" She glared at him, tossing back her her.

"Erm...Caroline?"

"Yes?" she replied icily.

"The erm...ribbon thing is..." Charles delicately indicated to the ribbon which was twisted into Carolines hair and in the danger of slipping off.

With much dignity, ignoring the smirks of her brother and the smiles Darcy was attempting to hide, she arranged her hair to her satisfaction, and settled herself into the sofa.

Indeed, she was very surprised at Darcys attitude towards her embarrassing situation. She had thought he was much inclined towards her. But, she thought, comfortably, he was probably only smiling, to go along with his friend, her brother. Still, she thought, critically, she would have to tune him to her satisfaction, once they were officially together. She smiled.

Her plan for entrapping Darcy, was what she called her 'Smother-and-Smite' plan. This was to ingratiate herself to Darcy, simultaneously criticising Elizabeth Bennett. As she schemed, Caroline, peered at Darcy beneath lowered eyelashes.

"I'll have you, Mr William Darcy," she murmured softly to herself. A small smile twisted the heavily painted lips, as she smirked thoughtfully.

"No mere 'girl' is going to come between me and my fortune."

Chapter 8

illiam Darcy greeted his cousin enthusiastically. Charles and Caroline came up behind him, with their own greetings too. Caroline, disheveled and bleary eyed muttered hasty apologies, before ascending the stairs to go to bed.

The rest of them entered the living room. After talking for a few minutes, Charles too, left the room and Darcy and Fitzwilliam were left alone.

"Well cousin? Is it nice to see me?"

William had walked to a cabinet and produced a bottle of sherry and two glasses.

"I don't come here, merely to gaze upon you, as Caroline might!" Replied his cousin, jokingly. "I wish to see how you are. Is there anything special in your life, or anyone special?" He added meaningfully.

Darcy had poured a glass of sherry for himself and his cousin. He looked at Andrew almost scornfully.

"Special? Life is as boring as it usually is. As for 'admirers'," he said, trying to hide the bitterness, "there's only her." He indicated to someone upstairs, meaning Caroline.

"But, tell me," Andrew persisted, "You haven't found anyone, as yet."

William settled his glass down, thoughtfully. Had he? Elizabeth Bennett?

"No," he replied with a laugh, "how can I find a person who can take me as I am? Not as Mr. William Darcy, owner of about a zillion Pemberley stores and nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh." Even though Elizabeth Bennett hadn't seemed affected by his fortune, (she actually seemed disgusted by it), he felt that even she might be a little bit influenced by how much money he had.

Andrew was looking at him carefully.

"What would you say, if I told you I was thinking of trying this new agency for lonely hearts?" He handed Darcy a leaflet.

William took it and read it, it said: 'Talk Sweet Talk' Then went on about their new fool proof dating method ensuring your identity was kept a secret and how to find the perfect partner, who didn't just go for looks. William looked at his cousin in disbelief.

"No way! You, go for this? You don't need some dating agency to meet someone!"

"Oh yes I do, cousin. You fail to remember, that my relationship to you, and I hasten to add, being a blood relation to you, makes it quite difficult for me to separate the gold diggers from the genuine people."

"But, this? Resorting to picking the best, from potential psychopaths! You hear all these stories about nutters who go into these. They pick a vulnerable person who will succumb to their charms, then murder them." He said wildly.

Andrew leant forward, on his chair and looked at his cousin eagerly,

"But, wouldn't it be nice, to pretend you were someone else? Build a relationship with someone, over the phone, then meet them? True, there are risks, but the good which might come out of this, far outweighs those!"

William looked at him doubtfully. However, he did want to get Elizabeth out of his mind. To know she was so near, yet so far, knowing that she disliked him intensely and being uncertain whether she might ever see him as something other than rich, pained him greatly. What was the harm in doing this dating thing with Fitzwilliam? After all, he had just been thinking about going out and having fun and not being alone. Why not?

He smiled at his cousin.

"I'll do it!"

Andrew gave a boyish whoop of joy and dug into his suitcase, to his cousins surprise. After scrambling through clothes and books for a few minutes, he withdrew a tape recorder.

"I just knew you would listen to me!" He said smugly.

Darcy shook his head slowly, with a patient smile, yet half annoyed that his cousin had been able to predict his answer.

"I've got two tapes, we can start recording now, and we can hand them in tomorrow!"

"Now? It's two in the morning!"

"The sooner we start, the better. By the way, who is she?" Asked his cousin, carelessly.

"Who's who?" William asked, confused.

"The person you are thinking about, not Caroline, I know!"

"I have no idea what you mean." Darcy lied, then turned away. "Let's get taping then."

Elizabeth woke up at 7.00. She had to meet Carly to hand in the tapes and Jane was meeting Charles for a shopping expedition in London, with Caroline, of course. She had a quick breakfast of toast and marmalade then drove to Carlys house. Carly was waiting for her and she jumped into the car, quickly.

"Got the tapes?"

"Yup!"

"Then, let's go!"

They drove to Chapel Road, and parked outside a shop with the sign 'Talk Sweet Talk' above it.

"Naff name!" Laughed Elizabeth.

Carly shrugged, then winced at the tacky pink and red hearts, surrounding the words.

They went in.

They were greeted by a smiling woman, who informed them that matches would be found for them in less than a week. It was 'customary' for the man to be given their tapes, and they would be contacted by their matches. Carly and Elizabeth left the shop.

"So sexist!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "The man gets to ask the woman out!"

Carly nodded in agreement as she got into the car.

"But, if it gets this single girl a date, it's fine with me!"

William and Andrew drove to Chapel Road in Andrews car, it was less conspicuous. They had decided to get out early, in order to get a parking space. They found one, just being left by its previous occupant. A blue 'Nissan Micra'. Darcy stared at it. Elizabeth Bennet had a car like that. Could it be her? He could only see the back of the car, and could just make out two heads. But, he couldn't tell if one of them was hers. What would she be doing here, anyway? The thought that she might be going to the dating agency stirred feelings of jealousy in him. After all, she was his Elizabeth. His Elizabeth? When had she become so familiar with him? The early morning Sun shone into his eyes and he swore in annoyance as it blocked his view. Andrew looked at him curiously.

"What's up?"

"Nothing." The Sun had hidden itself behind a cloud, but the blue 'Micra' was out of sight.

As Elizabeth drew out of the parking space, she could see a rusty white 'Datsun' in her rear view mirror. One of the people seemed vaguely familiar. But, she couldn't quite see who it was.

"Hey, Carly, can you see who it is behind us?"

Carly turned her head, to look through the back windscreen.

"Dunno. Some blond guy I think and a dark haired one. Sun's shining too much, can't quite see. Why?"

"Oh nothing. Thought it was someone I know."

Chapter 9

Two days later Elizabeth had just come back from work. She had finished early today Her sister Jane was on the phone. She could just about hear her.

"Yes. I'll tell her. No, no she won't be back for ages..." Elizabeth run to the phone.

"I'm here, I'm here!" she yelled

"Oh, she's just got in." Jane turned to her sister with a wicked grin, covering the end of the phone with her hand. "Who's Edward? Tell me Lizzy!"

"Who?"

"Edward. Edward Carter. He wants to talk to you."

Elizabeth took the phone. Edward?

Jane tiptoed away, "I want to know everything!" She demanded in a whisper.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Elizabeth Bennett?"

"Yeah. Please excuse me, but do I know you/"

"Oh, dear me, sorry! I got your number from the dating agency." Elizabeth punched into the air, in silent triumph for her friend. Carly had a date.

"Oh, yeah! It's good to hear from you!"

The man on the other end gave a chuckle. Elizabeth winced. Maybe she had been too hasty in thinking Carly was lucky. The man did, however, sound vaguely familiar. There was a certain oilyness in his manner of speaking.

" I thought we could meet? Maybe for lunch?"

"That sounds good!" Elizabeth tried to sound enthusiastic for Carly. The man emmitted a short snort of laughter.

"I was thinking about the Dolphin Royal?"

"I think that sounds perfect."

"See you, then. I'll be wearing a white rose, at 1.00, I had it all planned out." Said the man with another little chortle.

Ugggh! Elizabeth truly felt sorry for her friend. But, again, the chortle triggered off her memory of someone, but she couldn't quite place who it was.

"Bye." She replied, finally, then put the phone down.

Jane ran into the room.

"Well?" She asked, expectantly.

"Oh, Edward's just an acquaintance of Carly," she said, quickly, "he lost her number and asked me, for it. But, I told him Carly's phone had broken, so it was no point."

Then Elizabeth remembered something.

"Oh, yeah, if anyone calls for Carly, it's because all her calls are being passed onto me. Just give all messages to Carly, to me. You don't mind do you? It's just that with her phone being broken, she'll have to go through ours. Is it all right?"

"It's fine! But I am a little disappointed."

Elizabeth looked at her quizzically.

"Why?"

"I thought the call was for you."

"Oh well." Replied her sister, walking into her room. "Let's settle into my job, properly, first."

She dropped her bag onto her bed, then rang up Carly.

"Hey," she said, as she heard her friend, "You've got a date."

"Already? All right! Way to go me! Oh sorry Lizzy, no calls for you yet?"

"Nope. But, I have to warn you, don't get too excited yet."

"Why?"

"The guy sounds like a real slime ball. To tell you the whole story, he sounded really familiar. I'm dying to know who he is."

"Great. Still, we haven't consorted with many creepy guys of late."

"Unless you include Mr Collins. Urgghhh..." Elizabeth shuddered.

"'Slime Maximus'!"

"Well, you can be sure of one thing, Mr Collins is not the sort to go to this sort of thing."

"Are you sure?" Carly asked, anxiously.

"Positive." Replied her friend, confidently.

Chapter 10

Elizabeth sat with a despondent Carly, trying not to laugh. The account of Carlys date was amusing, but she did feel sorry for her. Carly miserably took a huge gulp of coffee and choked.

"Take it easy!" Elizabeth hit her on the back.

"Thanks."

"So, are you going to withdraw your tape?" Asked Elizabeth. "I mean, it wasn't exactly successful."

"Hell no!" Her friend replied with determination. "There are plenty more fish in the 'singles' sea', even though," she grimaced, "even though, I happened to have picked a deformed one, first."

Elizabeth laughed at that.

"Yeah, Collins isn't exactly the person I might choose to go out with! How did you get through lunch?"

"I didn't. I pretended that I had an important appointment that I had forgotten about, ran out and didn't look back!"

Just then, the phone rang, and the two of them in eager expectancy both grabbed for the phone. Elizabeth got to it first.

"Hello?" She asked, breathlessly.

"Elizabeth, is that you?" Came a sharp, authoritarian voice.

"Oh, it's you mother."

"It's nice to hear that you are happy to hear from me." Her mother replied, a little tartly.

"Sorry, I was expecting someone else, that's all."

"Well, I wish to speak to Jane."

"I'm afraid Jane's not in right now."

"I've been trying to contact her for days. Where is she?" Francine demanded.

"I could take a message, Jane's been really busy lately, she's been working overtime."

"I was hoping to visit, but I see I'll have to wait until Jane is back, before I come."

"This is my flat too, you know," Elizabeth said, pointedly, "I could give you the permission to visit, you seem to want."

"Don't be ridiculous girl, I want to see Jane and that Bingley boy, that's why I must ask her to wait for me in the flat. If I wished to pay a little, trivial visit to my daughters, I would see no cause to ask permission!" She retorted

"I'll tell Jane you called mother." Replied her daughter, attempting to sound patient.

"You do that." The phone was put down abruptly.

"Only mum." She told Carly. But almost as soon as the phone was put down, it rang again. Elizabeth picked it up.

"Hello?" Elizabeth asked, tiredly. She was sick of asking hello, and being disappointed.

"May I speak to Carly Lucas?" The voice was warm and pleasant. Elizabeth felt her heart beat faster. Yes! She thought excitedly. First caller for me! She showed a thumbs-up sign to Carly, meaning-success.

"Speaking." Elizabeth tried to sound calm.

"My name's George Whitton, I got your number from the dating agency."

"It's really nice talking to you. To tell you the truth, I didn't think anyone would contact me!"

"Same here!" The man laughed. "My friend convinced me to try this agency thing out, I wasn't too keen, but he made a few pointed remarks about me vegetating in the house!"

"Wow! That's a coincidence. My friend Carl...umm, I mean, Elizabeth, told me to send in a tape!"

"One thing, amongst others, we have in common, then. Nagging friends!" They both laughed.

"Would I be too hasty, in asking whether you would like to meet me for lunch?" George Whitton sounded concerned. Elizabeth warmed to him, for his politeness.

"That would be great!"

"Where would you like to meet and at what time?"

"I thought, the 'Rainforest Cafe' would be nice, tomorrow and what do you say to 12.30?"

"Perfect." He replied, enthusiastically.

"Ummm...How will I tell who you are?"

"Wear a...a yellow rose." He said, quickly.

Elizabeth laughed.

"This sounds like some corny film." She remarked.

They said their goodbyes in good spirits. After putting down the phone, she turned to look at an expectant Carly.

"He sounds so nice!" She jumped back onto the sofa triumphantly.

"What's the date?"

"Lunch at the 'Rainforest Cafe' at 12.30, with yellow roses."

Carly looked at her half enviously, half pleased for her friend, then sighed dramatically.

"Oh well, I'll have to face the simple truth," she said to herself, in mock self-pity, "Lizzy will always have more pulling power than me, even with random dating."

"Yeah...yeah." Replied her friend. "You'll see. He'll probably be one of those people who just sound nice over the phone. But I bet he turns out to be even more of a creep than Collins." In truth, Elizabeth was feeling fairly confident that he was going to turn out really nice. His voice was nice enough, well he charmed the socks off her and she was certain he could do that to most women. In fact, why was he using a dating agency to find dates, then? Well, she'd just have to find out why, when she met him. Maybe she was mistaken. He had to have some defect of a sort.

Darcy looked at the tape after he listened to it, thinking. He had visited the agency that day, to collect his date tape. The woman had greeted him, without recognising who he was, which pleased him. She had handed him the tape and all the while, he had been uncertain whether this dating thing was such a good idea.

He had been swept away by Fitzwilliams enthusiasm, and now, he had time to think about his decision.

The woman at the desk had told him that he had just missed the 'Purrrfect' date. He had winced at that remark. Everything about the agency reeked of-tacky. According to her, a man had already been given the tape of the lady who so suited him, but she would put his name by hers when the tape was returned.

Now, he was looking at the tape he had been given today. The person sounded all right. Her name was Mary King. Darcy looked at her tape, then resigned himself to fate. He reached for the phone.

The phone rang for a while, until he heard the answering machine:

Hi, you've reached the house of Mary King. Please leave your name and number after the tone, and I'll contact you as soon as possible.

Darcy hesitated, before speaking. He always felt awkward about talking to a machine.

"Hi, my name is John Warden and I got your number from a dating agency." Then a sudden thought occurred to him. In a sudden moment of madness, he thought to himself- why not seem impulsive?

"If you'd like to meet me, I'll see you at..." he thought quickly "...The 'Rainforest Cafe' at 1.00, tomorrow. I'll be holding a red rose. See you there, if you come."

He put the phone down, feeling better. It was fun to make a date. Hey! He might even be stood up, something which had never happened to him. Perhaps she might even take away his thoughts of Elizabeth.

Chapter 11: 'The Hot-Spot'

Whilst most people were actively engaged with fixing up engagements and other little amusements, the redoubtable Caroline, was actively engaged with her mornings scheming. She would normally start the day, by devoting two whole hours to choosing an appropriate outfit, today was different, however. The process of selecting an outfit from her wide range of designer gear, took one hour longer. Because, today was different.

A passing comment by her brother, Charles, informed her of something alarming, something totally unprecedented, unimaginable, until now. Therefore, Caroline had thought, pursing her lips, the days attire should meet the requirements of no less than royalty. She had scanned her wardrobe, critically- orange, pink, purple? Purple was a must. She finally chose a purple skirt ('Chanel'), an orange blouse, with tasteful black trimmings and wore her pink stilettoes.

With what she considered a saucy smile, she let her skirt billow out, as she spun with a twirl, worthy of Darcy Bustle herself. Then, she struck a 'graceful' pose in the mirror. Beautiful!

Darcy was a fool, if there ever was one! She quivered with suppressed anger, as she thought of the woman, who might gain his affection. Dating agency indeed! When so much more could be offered to him, than some...argghhhh! She punched a pillow in anger. Little Miss Mary King! She'd show the little tart! Caroline ignored the fact that she knew nothing at all, about her. Perish the thought that Darcy should succumb to her charms! No doubt she was a 'fallen woman', thought Caroline to herself, nodding firmly, wanting to prey on rich, vulnerable men! The cheek! She thought, righteously.

She slapped some moisturising creme, onto her face, viciously. The familiar bundled up hair, sat on her head precariously. She peered into the mirror again, twisting her face, this way and that. Satisfied with the overall result, she smiled at the mirror,

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," she said, whimsically, "am I the fairest of them all?"

She assumed a deep, powerful voice,

"O queen, o queen, you are the fairest of them all. The foul maiden Elizabeth Bennett, wilts next to you and the piffling Mary King is nothing, that is true!"

"Ha, ha!" Caroline said out loud. Oh my dears, she thought to herself, evilly, my poor little things. The lock-laden, sassy, Eliza Bennett is no match for me, and Mary King, she thought, in mock pity, no waif like creature, for that was what she was sure to be, no waif like creature could stand in the way of Caroline Bingley.

Darcy hummed cheerfully, as he made his way to his car. The first thing to do was to go to the 'Talk Sweet Talk' shop to return the tape- he didn't need it anymore.

He zipped through the roads and found a parking place. As he was getting out of his car so fast, he accidentally bumped into a man, who was going into the 'Talk Sweet Talk' agency.

"Dreadfully sorry," came a familiar voice. Darcy picked himself up, and looked up to see a familiar face. The face of someone he would have dearly loved to forget. Through certain circumstances, however, that face was firmly etched in his memory. He stiffened in anger.

"Will, how pleasant to see you," the person said, insincerely.

"Can't say the same thing, George. I told you to stay away from me."

"Oh, but of course, I was only be too happy to obey the magnificent Darcy family," he said bitterly, and with characteristic smarm, "only," he looked at the agency, "I didn't know that a Darcy frequented such places. But, of course, I'm wrong. Dear me! Dreadfully sorry! I shall, in future, be more careful and bow to the beneficence of the honourable William Darcy, who allows me such freedom." He gave a mocking little bow.

Darcy looked at him in disgust,

"My business is not your business George."

"Oh, but it is! We are, you forget, tied in a most familiar way."

"Through my father, whom you would disgrace, if he were alive!"

"You would wish it to be!"

"I know for certain! " Darcy moved past George quickly," now leave me!"

"Only too happy to oblige."

The two men, both made their way to the customer desk of the agency. Both handed back tapes. The lady looked at them both, with a smile,

"Satisfactory?"

Darcy smiled,

"Successful, I think!"

George interrupted, with a charming smile,

"I have a date for today, actually. She seems very pleasant."

The lady smiled, turning around from a rack, where the tapes were kept.

"That's good to hear! I hope it goes well." The two men left the shop.

George and Darcy ignored each other as they walked out. Darcy's mind was racing. God help the poor girl! He pitied George's date. As he walked to his car, the woman from the agency came running out,

"Please sir, I forgot to give you this. This tape was the one I recommended to you. The other young man left it." Darcy stopped short. He wasn't having any of his cast offs! He shook his head politely,

"No thank you." The woman looked at him firmly.

"Are you so certain that your date is going to go that well?"

Darcy hesitated. It wouldn't do any harm. He could ring to meet if he wanted to, but he could return it. He accepted the tape, slipped it into his pocket, and headed back home, to change.

Caroline was waiting for him, as he got in.

"Will, darling, I've been waiting for you!" She slipped her arm into his reluctant arm. Andrew, who was just coming down the stairs, grinned. Darcy scowled at him.

Caroline pouted, when she saw Andrew, turning to Darcy,

"Andrew has been most frightful! He's been going around, the whole morning, and I mean, the whole morning, with this stupid grin on his face."

"I can't think what you mean, Carol." Andrew replied, lightly, walking into the kitchen, with a bounce in his step.

"Don't call me Carol," she hissed, through clenched teeth, dragging Darcy with her, as she strode after Andrew.

"Uh, Caroline?" Darcy resisted the drag tentatively.

Caroline turned a dazzling smile upon him,

"Will?"

"I have to go somewhere."

"Oh, can I come?" Caroline tugged his arm, tossing her hair, girlishly. The towering creation wobbled unsteadily.

Andrew grinned over the tip of the 'tower',

"The 'Tower of Pisa', Darcy?" He asked his cousin, 'inquisitively', as he saw Darcy attempting to keep a straight face, as he watched the 'tower' in open and frank wonder.

"I don't get it." said Caroline, confused. "Will, what's the matter with your face?"

"I think he must be overwhelmed, by your offer of companionship. I believe, he might even be swayed in his decision." Andrew replied, looking at Caroline, seriously.

Darcy caught his eye, and gave him a warning frown, his eyes bright with mirth.

"It's a private meeting, Caroline." Darcy apologised, having recovered from his fit.

"Oh, well, that's fine." Caroline said in an agreeable tone of voice. But, her mind was working. It was that King girl? She thought, furiously. She's got her claws into him already!

As Darcy left the house, she crept into the garage, to fetch a bicycle.

Hitching up her skirt and fixing a helmet on her head, (she had to loosen her hairdo) she waited until Darcy had driven off about 10 metres, then she began cycling furiously after him.

Elizabeth excitedly jumped into her car. She was on her date with the mysterious George Whitton! She popped the yellow rose into her pocket and drove away from her flat.

She arrived at the cafe in good time-12.10. She went inside, picked a table next to some parrots, fairly near the entrance and sat down.

Darcy had arrived at the cafe at 12.00. Too early, of course, but he could wait. He walked to the end of the restaurant, and sat down.

Unbeknownst to him, Caroline was on his trail. She puffed and panted as she cycled through the searing heat. Amused drivers looked at her progress with interest. She gave them a dirty look. The lights turned red. Darcys car had gone.

"Damn it!" Caroline said to herself. The lights turned amber.

"Move it, move it!" She shrieked, her voice piercing the blare of the traffic. She rang the bicycle bell, swerving through the cars. Several annoyed drivers rolled down their windows and shouted at her. Caroline, hot, sweaty, and frighteningly vicious, stuck her middle finger up at them.

"So much for decorum!" she sniffed, haughtily, to herself. She saw Darcy's car and raced after it ferociously, her stilettoed feet, pedalling like mad. A red Toyota sensibly moved out of the way, as the 'bull on the bicycle', charged down, upon it.

With a swift dextrous movement, Caroline slipped into a space between two cars, and stood her bicycle between them. Easy as pie. She hopped off, wiped her smudged face and waited. She saw Darcy enter the 'Rainforest cafe', then, to her horror, she saw Elizabeth Bennett go in. Stunned she gaped at the door in which the two had disappeared into. The Bennett girl was the date! Another man walked in, with a yellow rose as did a red-haired woman, who seemed to know the man. They were chatting. Caroline watched them go in too, before deciding on her plan of action. So, the Bennett girl, thought she might 'chance by' Darcy. Well, two could play that game. With much determination, she walked, purposefully to the entrance.

Elizabeth saw him. George Whitton. Good looking, tall, and wearing that yellow rose, in his pocket. He smiled at her. She smiled back, nervously.

Darcy saw Mary King. She looked really sweet, but what was she doing with George? He felt relieved when they walked away from each other. George walked up to a woman who he felt he recognised, but she had her back turned. He turned his attentions to Mary King, who sat down.

"You came!" He said, delightedly.

"Are you surprised? I love a mystery. I don't mind meeting without all the formalities."

"So, have you been here before?"

"Once, I just love the parrots, here! Don't you?"

"Allergic to them, I'm afraid!"

"Oh, that's a shame, they're adorable, and very clever!"

Darcy hoped the conversation would not dwell on parrots, all of the lunch.

Elizabeth and George were getting on really well. They were receiving speculative looks from people around them, by all their laughter and jokes. It was going on really well, until Elizabeth heard a familiar voice.

"Miss Bennett!"

Darcy had decided, that in politeness, he should tolerate his partners fondness for parrots. They had ordered their food, so Darcy decided to make a suggestion,

"Shall we go to the other end of the restaurant, then? We're waiting for the food, so you can look at the parrots. Don't let my aversion to them stop you." His offer was greeted enthusiastically. Darcys other reason for going there, was his curiosity. George and his mystery partner seemed to be having a very good time.

Elizabeth looked up in horror, to see the large rubicund face of Mr Collins!

"Mr Collins!" she gasped, "What are you doing here?"

"Elizabeth Bennett," he exclaimed, "how delightful!" He said, with a leer. George looked at her quizzically. Meanwhile, Darcy, who had been approaching that end of the restaurant, stopped in shock. Elizabeth? Surely not? Then, he caught sight of the familiar locks of brown hair.

"Miss Bennett!" He stuttered. She turned to look at him, her eyes widening with equal surprise. They flicked from him to Mary King, beside him.

"Mr Darcy!"

George turned to look at him,

"Spying on me, eh, Darcy?" He asked slyly.

"Certainly not," Darcy replied stiffly, "I'm on a date with Miss King."

"You know each other?" Asked Elizabeth in surprise.

"Too long." Replied Darcy shortly.

"Well, well." George looked from Mary King, to Darcy. "We go a long way back, Mary and I. Don't we?"

Mary blushed and Darcy stiffened in anger.

Elizabeth looked at them all and shook her head in astonishment. "This is like 'Grand Central Station'," she remarked with a laugh, "Who else is going to come barging in, now?"

Suddenly, from behind them a door burst open. Everyone stared, as a grimy looking figure, with a dirt smudged face, rumpled clothing and knotted hair tottered its way towards the table, (where Elizabeth sat), smiling ingenuously.

"Caroline?!" Elizabeth and Darcy asked, simultaneously, in shock.

Chapter 12-
'The 'Pylon', 'The Witch', 'The Walking Wardrobe'...
Or Just Plain Caroline.

Posted on Monday, 03-Aug-98

Caroline, swept one 'elegant hand' over her sweaty face, smudging her mascara. She pulled up a chair and sat at Elizabeth's table. Everybody just looked at her, stunned.

"Caroline?" That was William, again, unable to believe her appearance.

"Will, darling," she expressed the last word in mock exasperation, "you know me well enough to recognise me! We are only," she said, expressing the last word, again, "we are, only, the closest of friends!" She stressed the 'the' and the 'closest', followed with a little girlish titter, giving William a gentle, playful slap on his arm.

"But, what..?" William began.

Caroline waved off the rest of his sentence, answering his unfinished question, "I was just walking by," she started, casually, "shopping...and not merely window shopping, may I add. Taking a nice, pleasant walk...by my self." She added, meaningfully. "But, all that shopping and walking, does build up one's thirst. So, I thought this might be a nice place to stop for lunch." She ended brightly.

"So," she said, leaning her chin on one hand, with her face turned towards William, "are you, going to introduce me to your friends?" she stressed the word 'friends'. "Miss Bennet," she shot Elizabeth an insincere smile, as Elizabeth acknowledged the use of her surname, "I have already had the pleasure of being acquainted with, but..." she left the question hanging, (maintaining her position on the table).

Act calm Caroline! She warned herself. These 'things' are nothing to you! And though William may be momentarily blinded to their obvious lack of style, decorum, (she had forgotten herself), and intelligence, he will soon see that you are far superior, in all aspects of character! She steeled herself. Caroline silently reminded herself of her position in society, her new sports car, her special, yes, special discounts to one of the most famous hair stylists and manicurists in London and...Her magnificent selection of branded clothing, one piece of which the Bennet girl probably couldn't afford!

Caroline tilted her face a little towards the nearest over head lamp on the ceiling, so Darcy could admire her 'fine' features, and 'clear complexion'. She made sure it was the left side of her face. That was her best side. She batted her eyes seductively, as she repeated her question, "Are you going to introduce me to your companions?"

William murmured the introductions, pointing out Miss King and coldly, but politely, mentioning Whitton. Drat Caroline! She was always turning up where she wasn't wanted. It was clear to everyone, she hadn't been just 'passing by'. She looked like she had been rubbing her face in dirt! She had evidently followed him. He glowered at her, battering her fake eyelashes at him. He had a good mind to pull them off! He looked at Elizabeth. She was grinning openly at Caroline, but she was obviously not prepared to tell her enemy to look in the mirror. Darcy grinned. Well, he would do the same. So, they would both 'milk' this situation, for as much as it was worth. It would make up for Caroline botching up their day, though, Darcy thought, darkly, as far as he was concerned, Elizabeth's day had been ruined up from the start...by her date. That it would have to be Whitton! William clenched his fists, as the thought inflamed him. The image of George, hand-in-hand with Elizabeth, holding Elizabeth...He tore himself away from the disgusting thought.

Elizabeth had been shocked at Caroline's entry...but, only barely. Where William went, Caroline went. If one kept to that idea, one would surely be able to pin point Caroline's exact location...as long as one knew where William was. Caroline's 'William Darcy radar', was infallible.

Elizabeth, however, had not forgotten the presence of Mr. Collins, and knowing that William did not know him, saw it her duty to introduce him to Caroline, "Caroline, this is Mr. Collins." Elizabeth gestured to the beaming man, with a friendly smile. "Mr. Collins, Miss Caroline Bingley."

Caroline viewed the 'oaf' (as she saw), with undisguised distaste. The 'oaf' extended an evidently sweaty paw, as by way of greeting. What an odious man! Caroline thought, to herself, in disgust. She ignored the polite gesture, with a short smile of acknowledgment.

"And," continued Elizabeth, "this, is Mr. William Darcy."

This announcement was proceeded by a gasp of amazement from Collins. He extended both hands to William, clasping the hand nearest to him, in them. Elizabeth hid a smile. She almost expected Collins to prostrate himself, at Darcy's feet. She looked at Darcy, expecting a smug look on his face. He merely looked shocked and uncomfortable. He tried to pull his hand away. Collins looked at him with reverence, before speaking,

"Your aunt, is Lady Catherine De Bourgh, I understand. She is my benefactor, without whom, I am sure, I would be nothing. Her kindness has no bounds, her generosity striking my very soul. She is to me, as my mother. Under her wing, as a fledgling bird." Elizabeth sniggered at this. 'Fledgling bird' was not the exact description she would have given Collins. Thankfully, no one heard her laugh.

Collins continued, "I am forever indebted to her. You are, " he said to William, "most fortunate in your connection, to be related, by blood, to that great lady. Selfless and blessed." Collins ended his speech with an ingratiating smile. William looked at him in astonishment. Selfless and Kind? Generous? Those were not words he would ever use to describe his aunt! Collins let go of his hand, and William cringed as he saw how wet it was. He hastily wiped it on his trousers.

A silence reigned for a short while. Elizabeth hastily searched her mind for a common subject. It was difficult, especially as Darcy and Whitton seemed ready to throttle each other, for some reason unknown to her, Collins was limited to talking about Lady Catherine De Bourgh and Caroline's small brain capacity allowed little more than two topics: shopping and William Darcy. Elizabeth looked around at the little group, and an interesting thought came to her mind,

"How interesting! Your timely appearance Caroline, has made us all into couples!" Elizabeth pointed out herself and Whitton, Darcy and Mary King and finally...Collins and Caroline. Caroline froze.

"I would take it kindly, if you would not play little 'Miss Matchmaker' with me, Miss Bennett." Caroline said, icily, taking the comment to heart.

Elizabeth lifted her hands up in mock defense,

"Just kidding, Caroline!"

William struggled to keep a straight face. He felt like laughing, the only thing which stopped him, was the pain when she delivered that comment. He yearned to be with Elizabeth but he almost felt his heart break, when she casually dismissed him as coupled with Miss King. She didn't think he was attached, did she? Did she even care, even a little bit about him? He watched as she 'fenced' with an irate Caroline. She seemed as indifferent to him, as she always had been.

Chapter 13

Posted on Wednesday, 05-Aug-98

As they left the restaurant, Elizabeth noticed that George was not his talkative and cheerful self, as he had been during their date. She figured that William Darcy was the cause of his moodiness. George walked her to her car in silence.

"So," Elizabeth smiled at her companion, "what's up? You and Darcy were ready to throw daggers at each other in there!" She joked.

George immediately assumed a pained expression. "William Darcy's late father was an honourable man, I would not shame him by revealing his son's true character to acquaintances." He knew this was a clear invitation for questions. He hoped he had piqued Elizabeth's curiosity. He had. She looked at him, her eyes questioning,

"His true character? Sure, Mr Darcy is proud, though I cannot really blame him, he is filthy rich, with good connections etc! But, what else have you to blame him of?"

Whitton sighed.

"We grew up together," he noticed Elizabeths surprise at this announcement. "When my father died, he was a close friend of the late Mr Darcy, and the result of that connection, earned me the benefit of being looked after by William Darcys father. He treated me, as if I were his own son." George smiled softly to himself, as if in remembrance. "Those years when he was alive, they were some of the best years of my life."

"But, after?" Elizabeth probed, gently.

Georges face darkened.

"William always resented me. The fact that I had the same name as his father, half seemed to rile him." George shook his head. "I couldn't understand it. Perhaps it appeared as a sort of bond between his father and myself, accompanied by our close relationship, I guess it hurt to see an attachment between his only parent and an outsider. An attachment William couldn't replicate. I became a rival from the start."

"Only parent?"

"William's mother died when he was very young. The hurt has always remained. His sister, Georgiana, has her mother's beauty. I always, with no family of my own, treated her as my own sister, until William prevented me from seeing her. His possessiveness and resentfulness, were the causes of my misfortune. The death of his father signalled a turning point in my life. My hopes, at that time, was to study the law, your occupation, I believe?" Elizabeth nodded with a smile, and George continued. "My childhood dreams were dashed, by one person named William Darcy. He ordered that I leave the family house immediately. The money which had been promised to me by his late father, so that I may study, was not given. William went against the wishes of his own father, that which was dictated on his will. Believe me, Elizabeth, the money was not my primary concern, it was Georgiana. William has a firm hold on her sister, restricting her from doing what she wants. No parties, no outings with friends, no nothing. He said that I was a bad influence on her."

George smiled to himself, as Elizabeth started, in shock. He knew that choice comment would strike a chord in Elizabeth's strongly feminist heart.

"The cheek! He thinks he can control what everybody does, so long as it suits his little world!" Elizabeth felt pleased that her initial thoughts on William Darcy's character were correct. In fact, she had not even criticised him enough!

George too, felt pleased, for everything was going to plan.

"I wonder at you, not having wrung the money out of him!" Elizabeth was now red in the face.

"Did I really need to? Though my hopes of becoming a barrister were lost, I was not ready to give in!" Elizabeth smiled at the return of his grin. " I left the house and sought to make my own fortune. I was determined to make my own destiny and saw it in the army. I have good friends, good health, the clothes on my back...oh a lot more than that," he added with mock hastiness, as Elizabeth jokingly wrinkled up her nose at that last comment. "No, I am content. Hey! At least I didn't have to plough through all those huge law books!"

Elizabeth laughed grimly at that,

"Yes!" She shuddered in horror, as the memories of nights spent reciting pages and pages for an exam, came back to her. "It wasn't quite plain sailing!"

Neither of them spoke, for an awkward few seconds.

"Well..."George hesitated. It was the done thing to hesitate. A persistent or an over eager guy, equalled a 'slimeball' or 'loser'.

Elizabeth interrupted, as he hoped.

"I'll call."

"Call when you know you can escape from your friends!" They both laughed, as they remembered lunch and especially Caroline.

"I'll call when I've 'lost' my friends and personally 'dealt' with Miss Caroline Bingley!"

Chapter 14

"No! She didn't!"

The gasp of shock, mingled with amusement, was from Carly. She and Elizabeth were sitting in Elizabeth's flat, drinking coffee.

"Yup. She did. Out of nowhere! Or rather- she was 'passing by'...or so she claimed."

Carly snorted with disbelief. Elizabeth had filled her in on the 'Caroline and Darcy Saga'.

"The day Caroline just 'happens' upon William Darcy, is the day...Collins turns into a handsome Prince when you kiss him!" Carly concluded impulsively, with a laugh. "Urgh! Spare me the gory details if you have!" Elizabeth choked on her coffee.

"Give me some credit! Duh, Lizzy! The day I kiss Collins is the day I..." Elizabeth cut her off.

"No more 'the days'!" She begged.

"Okay, okay! But you have to tell me...Caroline's reaction when she went to the 'Ladies'?"

"Everyone stopped eating..." Elizabeth grinned, as she remembered Caroline's ear piercing shriek, "...mostly to clear their ears and check their hearing."

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"You have got to be kidding! Old Carol finally sussed out why everyone was staring at her-it took her some time." Elizabeth scooped up the froth from the coffee with her teaspoon, and stirred it into her cup. Carly noticed the action.

"What's up?"

"Whad'ya mean, what's up?"

"I mean what I mean- what's up?"

No response.

Carly growled in exasperation.

"Come on Lizzy! We've been friends for centuries...well, ages." As she noticed Elizabeth raise her eyebrows at that. "You never stir coffee froth into the coffee-especially if it is sprinkled with chocolate powder! Now, what's wrong?"

"Just thinking." Elizabeth poked her spoon into the cup, moodily. After a short while, she told Carly all that George had told her.

"Lizzy." Carly looked at her friend patiently. "Don't let personal feelings get in the way of this. I mean, you've only met this George guy once. Okay, so he seems really nice, and Darcy, well he seems like a jerk..."

"A bigot!" Elizabeth exclaimed, replacing the last word.

"Okay...a bigot. But, are you sure you should trust Whitton totally? I mean, Darcy's a friend of Bingley, he's bound to have some good qualities."

"Uh, Carly? Caroline is Charles's sister. Her good qualities amount to the grand total of...zero! Because Bingley is a great person, doesn't mean his friends are. In fact, he's probably the only person on earth, who would ever put up with people like Caroline and William. Stands to reason, people like them would cling to him. George gave me names, and details! What is more, he is more honest and true than William could ever be!"

"I figure you sort of like, this George Whitton." Carly said, slyly.

"So what if I 'sort of' do?" Elizabeth replied, blushing slightly. "Nothing this good has happened to me for a long time!"

"But, doesn't 'Too Good To Be True' come to mind?"

Chapter 15: '"Hi, I'm Georgie! Do you wanna play a game?"'

Posted on Thursday, 06-Aug-98

Elizabeth had returned to work, much to her aunt's relief.

"Had a nice weekend?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I thought I might welcome you back with these!" Elizabeth looked at the letters in her aunt's hand, in dismay.

"What! You want me to reply all of these...by today? And all of that?" Elizabeth gestured to a pile of papers on her desk, weakly. Her aunt nodded, with an apologetic smile. Her niece sank into her chair.

"Do they really have to be done by today?"

"I'm afraid so!"

Elizabeth swiveled in her chair, to face her computer screen.

"Well, I better get started then!"

William held the mobile phone to his ear, one hand steering the wheel of his car. He hadn't gone back to work, but being the responsible owner of a chain of profitable furniture stores required him to know what was happening while he was away.

"Look, I don't care about the deal with Wright. The materials are faulty and we'll get a better one from Carpenter. Yes...I know...There's a board meeting on Friday at 4.00. We'll sort Danny out then. Leave him to me...Yes, I know he's an annoying little b******!" Darcy sighed in exasperation. "I'm removing him from productions anyway...Retrenchment."

William switched off the phone and placed it in its holder in his car. Feeling the need to relax he switched the radio on. He flicked from 'Radio 2' to 'Capital FM' to 'Heart' to 'Classical FM' then finally settled on 'Heart',

"It's Jono and the 'Morning crew'!" Cheery voices greeted him, "On...Heart 106.2!" William switched the radio off. His mind was elsewhere and he needed to think, as well as concentrate on the road.

He was on his way to Charles's house, where he would join up with Charles, dodge Caroline and meet Andrew, his cousin, for lunch.

He couldn't, however, think what to do about Elizabeth. He had behaved horrifically towards her, when they first met. He had been aloof, severe, even seeming downright rude at times. Darcy cringed inwardly, as he remembered the first time they met, and groaned, as he thought about the brunch, which had proceeded. The whole affair had been a disaster! Looking back, he could see that what he had thought to be politeness, might have been interpreted differently by Elizabeth. Of course she had no feelings for him! Who would? Half of him thought she might like him, just a little. After all, her status in society was such, that it didn't command respect, and his, well...it demanded it! But maybe, that wasn't what she wanted...That endeared her more to Darcy. But...for her, he would give up anything.

Only one other obstacle--George Whitton. William Darcy had been an unwilling participant of one of Whitton's 'games'. First time, he had won, but now, George Whitton was back in play. He had showed his hand and it was Darcy's turn. Who would win and who would lose? This time, the 'prize' was Elizabeth, and Darcy was determined to walk away with his trophy.

Elizabeth decided to call George. The conditions were right. No one around, and it was her lunch break. Shamefully wolfing down her tuna sandwich she walked to the payphone across the road from her office. She couldn't use the office phone for personal calls, without feeling guilty. She dialed the number and waited. No one picked the phone up for some time, then Elizabeth heard a woman's voice,

"I'LL PICK IT UP!" The woman shrieked at someone, then lowered her voice to a normal, friendly tone. " 'ello? Can I 'elp ya'?" The woman had a strong cockney accent.

Elizabeth was startled at first, by the phone being picked up by a young woman. She felt the slight stirrings of jealousy in her, which she hastily pushed away. She quickly answered the woman,

"I'm...er...I was hoping to speak to George?"

"Oh. Well, G's in the bath right now. I guess you can..." Elizabeth heard the sound of a man's voice in the background. "Hey, no he's not! Oi! G! Someone on the phone for ya'!" Elizabeth heard him ask who it was and she told the woman her name. "Name's Elizabeth." Elizabeth heard him run to the phone, knocking something down in the process. "Oi! Mind the vase will ya'? And keep that tea-cloth 'round your nether regions! There's some old folks in this 'ere buldin', and that ain't a towel, I'll tell ya'!" This was followed by a loud laugh.

"Yeah, I know!" Elizabeth heard him say. George suddenly spoke to her. "Hi!"

"Hi." That was all she could think of to say.

"Please excuse my, uh...sister. She's a bit rowdy in the mornings." The woman answered him loudly and indignantly in the background,

"Rowdy...ROWDY! I don't go causin' no 'avoc wiv me sacred areas uncovered! And, sister! Wot's all thi..." Her sentence was cut off and a muffled 'ouch' was heard. The phone crackled a little from the cord being twisted. Elizabeth could hear it moving. She blinked at the interruption and slotted in more coins as she waited for George. He came back,

"Is your sister all right?"

"Huh? My sister?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh...Oh...Her...Yeah...She's fine! Sorry, I'm not with it this morning!"

"I gathered! From what I could hear, you've started the morning streaking along the corridors of a block of flats! Yes...I'd say you were not with it!" Elizabeth was gratified to hear him laugh.

"So...What's up?"

"Dinner at 8.00 is what's up!"

"You're fast!" George said, admiringly. "Same place as the last date?"

"Yes. And this time, I promise, no hiccups!"

"I'll pick you up. I have your address."

Elizabeth got to her flat at 6.00. The light on her answering machine was flashing. She listened for the messages. The first was her mother, "Lizzy! Jane! Call me! That's an ORDER! I hate these machines, you know I do, yet you persist in keeping one. I prefer to know I'm talking to a REAL person at the other end." Elizabeth rolled her eyes and made a mental note to call home. The next message came, "This is Aaron Cain to Elizabeth Bennett." Ahhh. Carly's new match! Elizabeth thought, triumphantly. "Please call me back. My number is 0171 263 849. Thank you." There were no more messages, so Elizabeth took down Aaron's number and name, to give to Carly. Then she got dressed. She had 1 and a half hours until her date with George, so she would have time for a long, luxurious soak in the bath.

William and Charles had driven to 'The White Horse' a thoroughly reputable pub, where they were to meet Andrew. Unfortunately, Charles had to leave as an urgent call from his office required him to drive straight back to London, By providence, William and Charles had come in separate cars.

William looked at his watch. It was 12.30 and he expected to meet his cousin at 1.00. The interior of he pub was decorated in an 'olden style'. Rusty, metal tools were hung in places, for decoration, and baskets and bales of hay were placed on beams, to make the pub resemble a barn of some sort. Outside, it was quite cold, around 11 degrees centigrade with a biting wind, and William was grateful for the warmth of the building. He sat at a wooden table, and waited for Andrew. He saw him come in.

Andrew greeted him with a frown, as he rubbed his hands together, "Bloody cold, coming here!" He complained. "Did you have to choose a place so far away?"

"And a good afternoon to you too!" William said, surprised at his cousin.

"Sorry. I'll be rotten company today, I'm afraid." He said, apologetically.

"We'll see. A bit of good food and drink might cheer you up."

William had ordered them each a 'Guinness'.

"I doubt it." Andrew picked up his can mournfully. "I guess I'll just drink away my sorrows." He took a long swig from his drink.

"Hm. I might just do the same." William muttered darkly. He too, took a big gulp from his can.

"You?" His cousin looked at him incredulously. "You got a date!"

"Yeah, with the wrong person."

"Well, I didn't get one. There must be somebody who's remotely like me!"

"Nope, you're one of a kind." William said, with mock pity, shaking his head sadly, whilst grinning impudently at Andrew.

Andrew looked at him, not amused at all.

"Hey, it's just a joke!"

"Do you see me laughing?"

William wiped the grin off his face.

"So, you're mooning too? Well we'll 'moon' together."

"Who should you be dating?" The question was from Andrew.

"A person who doesn't want to know me." William crushed his empty can, slowly.

"I'd say that about Claudia Schiffer...Don't be vague."

"Elizabeth Bennett."

"Is she the sister of Charles's girlfriend, Jane."

William nodded miserably.

"What's the problem?"

"She's got a thing against rich men...with inherited wealth, a sense of pride in herself...which is good, but a liking for George Whitton-I can't see the attraction."

Andrew gave a low whistle, "That old dog's back in town. I see your problem."

Elizabeth got out of her bath, feeling relaxed and warm. As soon as she got out she could feel that pleasant warmth leaving, however, so she grabbed a towel quickly. She wrapped the towel around her head and put on her 'Kermit The Frog' bathrobe.

She dried her hair whilst brushing it, holding the hair drier in one hand, the brush in the other. She left her hair down, enjoying the comfort of the loose curls down her back. She frowned intently at the dresses in her cupboard. She wanted something classy, but not too dressy. She picked a dark green, plain velvet dress, which she pulled over her head, and could tie at the waist. The dress was just above knee length. It went very well with the colour of her hair and her eyes. She applied no make up, she saw no occasion to, and she had little need to.

Just then, Jane came back home. She stared at Lizzy, as her sister went to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Lizzy, I'm not just saying this, but you look amazing!"

Elizabeth felt embarrassed, "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself!" Elizabeth looked at Jane. She usually looked stunning, but today, she looked even better. "Why all the trouble, you only go to work!" she exclaimed.

Jane blushed, "Charles has invited me to dinner, with William, of course. I had to change in the hospital."

Elizabeth groaned to herself. That man Darcy acted like an imbecile, but surely he had enough brains to leave the two love birds alone! Out loud she said, "Why is he always tagging along?"

Jane shrugged, the grinned slyly, "Maybe he's hoping you'll come along?"

"Yeah, yeah...and the Queen Mother wants me to look after her pet 'Corgies' while she's having a wacky time in Barbados! Jane! The man's an 'ice block'! I don't think even a desperate Caroline could get passionate enough to melt him!"

Just then, the door bell rang. "That'll be George, my date." Elizabeth flew to open the door.

"Ahhh. The gorgeous George." Jane looked curiously, as Elizabeth opened the door. She was greeted, instead, by the faces of Charles and William.

Elizabeth's face fell, as she saw them, "Um...Hi."

"Good! I see you are all prepared Elizabeth!" That was Charles.

"Oh no, I'm afraid I'm not coming, I just happen to have a date tonight."

"Oh, I see. Well have a good time!"

Elizabeth smiled at him, but turned to meet William's eye. He was staring at her. She looked away. She hated it when people stared. She felt like there was something wrong with her. It was very awkward.

William had followed Charles to Jane's apartment, in the hope that he might see Elizabeth, or that she might join them for dinner. Almost in the manner of a 'double date'. When he saw Elizabeth in the doorway, he couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful. He had never seen her in a dress, but the one she wore suited her perfectly. The startled expression on her face, as she saw them, made her seem even more sweet and appealing. But his eyes clouded, as he heard that she was on a date. No doubt with Whitton. He felt a movement behind him. He turned to see the man himself, smiling. "George!" William heard the joyful greeting with pain. It seemed to be an echo of another person who had once declared that name so happily, of another person who had mistakenly succumbed to the charms of George Whitton and had regretted it.

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