Enemies In All The Usual Places

By Alice

Jump to new as of August 22, 1999

Part 1

Posted on Friday, 28-Aug-98

A sequel to "Friends in Unusual Places".

Caroline Bingley sat at the abandoned breakfast table, rubbing her temples fretfully. The beginnings of a frightful headache were coming upon her. The morning had begun with such promise, To be sure Mr. Darcy was out of spirits, but that was understandable given that his hopes of winning the affections of Elizabeth Bennet had been dashed. Caroline had every intention of making those regrets very short lived indeed.

There had been a setback of sorts when Mr. Darcy steadfastly resisted her attempts to accompany Georgiana and himself to Pemberley that morning. This was only momentarily vexing. Such high spirits as Caroline had woken to were not easily extinguished and she had recovered admirably, confident that one way or another she would carry her point. Last night she had somehow induced Mrs. Bennet to order Mr. Darcy from Longbourn during the course of Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley's engagement celebration. A woman who could accomplish such an extraordinary feat could not have many moments of doubt. She would be Mrs. Darcy of Pemberley.

As recently as an hour ago, Caroline had been experiencing these fine sentiments. Then suddenly, upon receiving a note from Longbourn, Mr. Darcy had dashed out, her brother Charles directly after him. Her brother-in-law Mr. Hurst had also slipped away.

The ladies, Caroline and her sister Louisa and Mr. Darcy's sister Georgiana sat in worry and wonder, not quite knowing the appropriate response to such a scene. They were only momentarily in this state, for Charles Bingley returned with a clatter and informed them as he shrugged into his cloak that he was following Mr. Darcy to Longbourn. As explanation, he deposited before them the very note that had been the cause of Mr. Darcy's abrupt departure.

Caroline glanced furtively at her companions before she reached out and took the note. "I think we can be justified in reading this, do you not agree? It appears to be the only method of ascertaining exactly why the male members of this household are behaving so strangely."

Louisa gave her assent fervently, eyes shining with excitement and curiosity. This was a very novel experience, not altogether disagreeable. She only hoped there would not be too great a delay to their intended departure for London later that day.

Georgiana felt that to read the note would be very wrong. It was not their correspondence after all, but her dear William's. To judge from his reaction there was nothing of good in it and she viewed the single sheet of paper with a great deal of trepidation. However, this was not her house nor her table, she was not equal to putting forward her views on the matter and so could only listen with a pounding heart as Caroline read

Longbourn November 4, 18--

Mr. Darcy, I beg your indulgence. My daughter Elizabeth had an unfortunate accident last evening, and although we were assured she was well, she has taken a turn for the worse during the night. The apothecary has determined there has been some sort of internal injury and, in short, Elizabeth is bleeding to death.

She has been calling for you for many hours and I have presumed to write to you at first light to entreat you to come to her. Please sir, put aside any resentments and recriminations however just and come to us, to make my daughter's last hours happy ones.

Sincerely,
Thomas Bennet.

As the final words fell from her lips, Caroline dropped the note in horror. She had wanted Elizabeth eliminated as a rival for Mr. Darcy's affections, but had never dreamed of her demise! To her credit, Caroline felt a rush of regret and pity for the family, and a modicum of shame for how she had always disdained Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Very soon though, her mind began to function according to its normal habits and she began to calculate how this would affect her marital ambitions. Caroline found herself very much annoyed with Elizabeth. She fancied that now Mr. Darcy's period of pining for lost love would be lengthened. How could Caroline hope to lessen it by continuously illustrating the defects of Elizabeth's character, fortune and connections? One could not speak ill of the dead!

On the other hand, there would be a period of mourning, that would delay Charles' marriage to Jane Bennet. Perhaps with some careful planning and persuasion, Charles might indeed never marry her. A union with Georgiana had always been Caroline's intention. Then she could count on having extra influence with her Mr. Darcy, and would consider such an event as a great advancement of her cause.

Caroline's reverie was interrupted by the sound of weeping. Georgiana, had fought the tide of grief washing over her, had endeavoured to behave as a young lady of breeding and show no unseemly emotion. She was aghast at the news held in the infamous note, terribly shocked by it, for she had come to esteem Miss Bennet as a friend and as the beloved of her dear brother. It was thoughts of William that finally overcame her. They had never had a chance of happiness, their acquaintance had been nearly all vexation and misunderstanding. How bereft, how devastated William must now be. Tender feeling for her brother broke through Georgiana's fragile reserve and she wept openly and piteously.

Louisa Hurst, for all she fancied herself a lady of impeccable breeding, was almost totally bereft of feeling for others. She stared at Georgiana with barely concealed distaste. To be sure, death was an unpleasant occurrence, and Georgiana was yet quite young and therefore allowances could be made in her failure to control herself. It was very puzzling however, what could Elizabeth Bennet have been to her? A recent acquaintance. It made no sense whatever and Louisa stood abruptly to remove herself from the scene as it seemed Georgiana would not do so.

Caroline, for all that she fancied herself a lady of impeccable breeding, took pity on Georgiana. "Fosset, Miss Darcy is unwell, could you please see her to her chambers and have tea sent up to her?"

Alone, Caroline sat. How complicated her life was becoming. She remained at the table for some time contemplating the import of the morning's events and trying to determine what her next actions should be. Finally she decided that it was unlikely they would be leaving for London that day and set about having her trunks unpacked. She would also have a rest in order to be in her best looks when Mr. Darcy returned. Her final resolution before quitting the room was to change into a gown of more sober colour, as befitted a young lady in mourning.

Part 2

Posted on Tuesday, 08-Sep-98

Charles Bingley had ridden to Longbourn house that morning with a very heavy heart. Thoughts of his dear Jane were foremost, how she would grieve her beloved sister! He was pained for her, for the whole family, for himself. He had grown to esteem Elizabeth as only a man of his good nature could do, especially when she was so soon to become his sister. He quickly banished a thought as unworthy, that he would rather have Elizabeth Bennet as sister than those he had blood ties to.

When Mr. Bingley in the course of time considered his good friend Darcy, he was nearly unseated by the force of emotion. It was insupportable! He ascribed to his friend feelings he himself would have were he in the same position. Fear was a powerful motivator. He must concentrate and ride his very best, for who knew but that he would be needed to stop Darcy from doing himself a harm?

It was a breathless and disheveled Bingley that arrived at Longbourn and rushed into the house without ceremony. A moment's hesitation allowed a servant to appear and escort him to the breakfast table where he was duly announced. He rushed in to greet Mr. Bennet and very sincerely offered his condolences. "Oh Sir, words cannot express how sorry I am. Please tell me there is a way I can be of service to you in this dreadful situation. I took the liberty of reading your note to Mr. Darcy, he left in such a state! Has he arrived? Where is he now? I am very much worried for him...."

Mr. Bingley was allowed to rattle on for some moments as he had scarcely drawn breath, and so the terrible misapprehension he was labouring under was not immediately corrected. Of his own accord Mr. Bingley abruptly stopped his impassioned speech, struck dumb by confusion. Mr. Bennet was sat at the breakfast table, apparently very much enjoying a hearty breakfast with a broadly smiling Mr. Hurst!

"Do sit down Mr. Bingley, I see that Mr. Hurst and I have some explaining to do. The first thing I shall say without preamble as I see you are very much grieved and upset. Elizabeth is perfectly fine. She is not dying. Mr. Darcy is with her and is also perfectly sound."

Mr. Bingley listened with perplexity and astonishment as the tale was laid before him. Never had he thought of Mr. Hurst as being a man of understanding and feeling, a man of action! It was not in Bingley's easy nature to remain very long unconvinced however, and in very short order he was restored to the felicity of knowing all to be well, with the added pleasure of a growing respect and esteem for his brother.

It was not long before the rest of the family, save Mrs. Bennet were gathered at the table. Jane was very surprised to see her fiancé, but greeted him with warmth and pleasure. She supposed that he was there to ask after Lizzy. Mr. Hurst's presence was a puzzle, but she was very little disposed to wonder over so inconsequential a point.

Mr. Bennet cleared his throat as was his custom when he was about to make an important pronouncement at the table. "Girls, prepare yourselves for the most astonishing and wonderful news. Mr. Darcy is at this moment making an offer of marriage to your sister Lizzy. I am very certain of her affection for him and that his suit will be gratefully accepted. Let us all be happy for them."

He was greeted with a comic series of expressions, beaming ones from the gentlemen who had already accustomed themselves to the idea of Mr. Darcy and Lizzy in love, slack jaws and wide eyes from Jane and Kitty, indifference tinged with a prim vexation from Mary.

Before very long, the room was alive with the buzz of excitement and the exclamations of wonder. There was scarcely an occupant of the room that was not in some degree pleased. Jane declared that Lizzy's happiness was the only thing wanting to make her own absolutely perfect.

Kitty exclaimed that she would now have the opportunity to become better friends with Georgiana. "Papa, might I be allowed to visit Elizabeth at Pemberley?" Kitty had had very little society or amusement since Lydia's defection and seized upon this opportunity of going abroad with great relish.

Mary, who in consequence of being the plainest of the Bennet sisters, had convinced herself that she cared neither for men nor matrimony, was in her heart very happy for her sister, but could not help but shake her head in wonder that Elizabeth should truly consent to such an odious scheme. A happy thought then occurred to her that she too might be invited to Pemberley, and perhaps given leave to make use of its extensive library. She was then content to view her sister's engagement with some degree of approval.

Amid this excitement Mrs. Bennet finally made her appearance. She entered the room in a fretful state, fancying herself ill used. She sat at her place and looked about her with a longish face, not appearing to remark on the presence of two extra gentlemen that morning. "Well," she began petulantly, "you are all looking remarkably pleased with yourselves." This comment was greeted with smiles and laughter as the joy they all felt bubbled over.

Mrs. Bennet, predictably, was very vexed that the party assembled should be so jolly while she was made to suffer in the cruelest way. The set of her mouth and the flash of her eye prompted Mr. Bennet to impart his good news without further ado. Predictably, Mrs. Bennet reacted with a great deal of agitation, bordering on hysteria and her squeals and screams were incomprehensible. It was not long however before it became clear that neither pleasure nor happiness were the cause of this outburst.

"Mr. Bennet!!" she blustered, "How can you utter the most astonishing falsehoods! Mr. Darcy no more means to marry Lizzy than he does Mary! Such a proud and disagreeable man! He would no more lower himself to marry within our family...! He is to marry Miss Bingley, she told me so herself! He only means to ruin Lizzy, to seduce her and tie her to him as a mistress! I told him so last evening and he did not deny it!" Whereupon Mrs. Bennet, bursting into noisy tears allowed herself to be led back to her rooms by her daughters at the urging of their father.

The gentlemen remained at the table in silence. Mr. Hurst had received confirmation of his suspicions as to the evil goings-on of his sister-in law last evening. Mr. Bingley did not know what to say, but he was not surprised by Mrs. Bennet's revelation. He did not doubt that Caroline was capable of duplicity. He had proof of it in her interference of last winter when she conspired to keep Jane's presence in London from him. Mr. Bennet rubbed his face, tired to death of dealing with his very old friends, Mrs. Bennet's nerves.

Mr. Hurst suddenly stood. "Gentleman, I hope that you will allow me to deal with this latest development. It occurs to me that the party remaining at Netherfield are not privy to the news here at Longbourn."

"Oh Lord!" exclaimed Mr. Bingley, "I had quite forgotten! I gave them all Mr. Bennet's note to read as I ran out the door! Poor Georgiana is probably under the impression that Elizabeth has died!"

"Bingley, I hope they all believe it," uttered Hurst in a determined and serious voice. "I will go now and relieve Georgiana. I will send her here. As for the other two...." He explained his idea with great relish. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Bennet looked at him in wonder, but nodded their agreement. Mr. Hurst was certainly full of surprises!

Part 3

Posted on Wednesday, 16 December 1998

Maximilliam Hurst rode the three miles to Netherfield at his customary relaxed pace, unlike that morning's frenetic gallop. He had to be almost reckless in order to arrive at Longbourn in time to lock Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy in the library. For a single moment, as the memory of their expressions intruded upon his thoughts, he experienced a very singular frisson of amusement and outright fear. If his instincts had led him a merry dance, he would pay for it dearly; Fitzwilliam Darcy was no young sapling. He let out a most uncharacteristic whoop of laughter and could not help the broad grin that graced his countenance. No, I am certain I have made a very prudent match with those two!

In spite of the distasteful task that was ahead of him, Mr. Hurst felt light-hearted as a boy. It was as though with one single act he had broken out of a cocoon, a cocoon of boredom and lassitude, self pity and helplessness. He had a mind, he had a heart! That very day he had proven it to countless people, most of all himself. The habits of many years would be difficult to overcome, but overcome them he would. He resolved in that three mile ride to become a new man.

His crooked grin wavered momentarily as he considered Mrs. Hurst and that shrew of a sister. What would be their reaction when and if they discovered that he had been matchmaking! He could be certain of their displeasure, knew they would not approve the match. Louisa was an inveterate snob, and thought poorly of country folk, scorning their company for that of the more fashionable ladies and gentlemen of London. Caroline's aspirations had never been a secret, even to a man like himself who did his utmost to ignore such matters.....at least he always thought he had!

He knew immediately the explanation he would give for his extraordinary behaviour. "Now, now Louisa, Caroline," he would drawl in a sleepy and careless way, "it was simply a matter of self preservation. Young people in love are not very good companions, but those who are uncertain of love's return are very poor indeed. Now that the matter is settled, my hunting and card tables are assured." He gave a rueful shake of his head. That is the sort of man they think I am, that is the sort of man I have been.... they will have no difficulty believing me.

He must elude their suspicion. They might in time forgive him his interference between Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy --- in time. He did not so much desire forgiveness, but he hoped they would continue to be unguarded and free in their conversations. Caroline would not submit gracefully to the loss of her dearest inclinations. Mr. Hurst knew he had a new purpose in his life, at least for the time being ---- to thwart Caroline at every turn. The previous night he had pondered for quite some time the mystery of her role in the untoward happenings of Bingley's engagement celebration. The next day brought revelation in the rantings of Mrs. Bennet. Caroline had uttered the most vile falsehoods, plotted the most devious and underhanded acts. She was a clever woman, and a woman obsessed. This was a dangerous combination, Mr. Hurst knew he would have to be very careful in order to continue to be of use. A sparkle of determination replaced the shine of happiness in his blue eyes. He could match wits with Caroline, see to it that she was properly humbled.

Part 4

Posted on Friday, 29 January 1999

Mr. Hurst entered Netherfield gingerly, wondering whether there would be a welcoming committee. Fortunately there was nary a soul about, save for one of the maids who was polishing Mr. Bingley's handsome mahogany furniture.

Mr. Hurst greeted her genially, "Good morning to you, erm, um, Sophy?" The maid gave a start, and looked at him with some degree of alarm. He had never spoken to her or to any other servant for that matter, except to order more food or drink. Sophy had been a maid long enough to be worried when a gentleman paid her attention. Mrs. Drake, Bingley's housekeeper had had a very frank talk with all her 'girls' about how to handle such unwanted manoeuvres. Sophy sincerely hoped she would not have to do anything that would lose her position.

Mr. Hurst's next words swept away all anxiety. "Sophy could you arrange to have tea brought to the library for Miss Georgiana and myself?" When the girl nodded her assent, bobbed a curtsey and left the hall, Mr. Hurst proceed to Georgiana's bedchamber, where he suspected she would have retired upon hearing the unpleasant news. Ladies always seemed to find their bedchambers the most convenient place for misery of all kinds.

He quietly rapped on the door, acutely aware of the need to keep this interview private. It would be disastrous to meet with Caroline at this juncture. Georgiana had more or less collected herself and was hovering by her window in a state of misery and anxiety, watching for the return of her brother and wondering how she could ever produce words of comfort for him. She had seen Mr. Hurst's arrival and so was not surprised when she opened the door to him. She thought that he had been dispatched to relate to the Netherfield party the details of the tragedy at Longbourn.

He spoke softly to her, told her at once that she had every reason to rejoice and gently wiped her tears with his handkerchief. "Do not grieve Georgiana, Miss Elizabeth Bennet is perfectly well and your brother is at this moment the happiest of men. Come with me to the library, tea is served, and I have much to tell you."

Mr. Hurst related to Georgiana his amazing tale, including his suspicion regarding Caroline's scheming. Georgiana was numb with shock, she had been so worried for her brother and Miss Bennet, she had spent a very disagreeable hour in the mistaken belief that the worst had happened. To have such a remarkable turn of events was almost surreal and she looked about as though she expected every moment to be woken up. After a half hour's quiet reflection and two cups of very strong, very sweet tea, and the assurance of Mr. Hurst's smile, Georgiana began to feel equal to removing to Longbourn.

Mr. Hurst had only to arrange for the carriage while she took a moment or two to repair the ravages of her tears. Unlike Caroline, Georgiana had been sincerely grieved and therefore had had no time or inclination to worry about her appearance and had not changed into a dress of somber hues. In only a very few minutes Mr. Hurst was handing her into the carriage, perfectly ready to join in the celebration at Longbourn.

Caroline stirred at the sound of a carriage. She settled it in her mind that Mr. Darcy had returned, having to be conveyed by carriage due to being prostrate with grief. She frowned at this picture, sighed with vexation. Now the little ninny will be made into some sort of paragon! I will just have to make the right noises and comfort him as well as I can... He will open up to me in his unhappiness, and this will bring us closer. It will take some time and effort, but I will supplant her in his heart, I will overcome this!

She hastened to the stairs so she would not miss making a grand entrance for Mr. Darcy. In her dark dress, her eyes downcast, her tread gentle and regal, a study in affected grace, she descended. She congratulated herself upon her splendid calculations, as she was halfway down when the door opened. Mr. Darcy would not be able to help but notice her, and she meant to appear to every advantage. Her eyes widened with rage upon perceiving Mr. Hurst.

"What on earth have you been about Maximillian? Where did you disappear to? Why did you return in a carriage?" Her manner was gruff as she questioned and berated him. She wanted to ask where Mr. Darcy was, but was pre-empted by Mr. Hurst.

"Calm yourself Caroline, I have not returned in a carriage, I have just sent Georgiana to Longbourn, she was wanted there."

"Surely you did not send her alone? She was very much affected by Mr. Bennet's letter, and her spirits were very much discomposed! Why did you not send for me to accompany her?"

Mr. Hurst shrugged an elegant shoulder. "She was wanted immediately Caroline. I have been sent to escort the rest of our party to Longbourn once everyone is ready. Charles feels that his connection with the Bennets makes our presence..... seemly."

"I am perfectly ready as you can see, we have only to send a servant to hurry Louisa."

Mr. Hurst made a great show of surveying Caroline's appearance. "Far be it from me Caroline, to judge how a lady should be attired, but are you certain that you are dressed the most appropriately for the occasion? I am retiring to my own chamber presently, to dress again. There will be no traveling today, nor any hunting I'll wager!" He swept by her with some impatience, Lord! She is already dressed for a funeral, I wonder if my words will have any effect, I do not see how she could appear to any degree worse than she does at this moment!

Of course, all he cares about is the inconvenience to his plans! There will be no hunting! I dare say there will be a great deal of imbibing, which ought to suit his taste nicely. "Mr. Hurst, will you look in on Louisa or shall I? No, on second thought, you ought just to attend to yourself, I will confer with Louisa as to how we ought to be dressed."

Half an hour later Mr. Hurst handed the two sisters into the carriage. He was ready beforehand and had a heavy dark overcoat which hid nicely the fact that he had not changed. Caroline and Louisa looked like a pair of large ill tempered ravens. He had purposely allowed them to continue to believe that Elizabeth Bennet was deceased. He was sure that he would be soundly berated and abused for this, but was certain likewise that to be able to witness the looks on their faces would make any amount of vituperation well worth it. For the present, he pretended to doze so that he could enjoy the silence and the anticipation.

Part 5

Posted on Tuesday, 8 June 1999

Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet sat gazing upon each other in the Longbourn library. Now and then they were overcome by feelings of shy awkwardness and for a moment or two became unable to meet each others eyes. It was settled between them that they were to be the happiest couple in all of England, and it only remained for them to explore and discuss every nuance of their acquaintance so far.

It was not all a comfortable exercise. They both had feelings and actions which made them heartily ashamed. They vowed therefore that this would be the last time such matters would be discussed. Dwelling on their growing esteem for each other was by far more pleasant, and claimed a share of their attention as well. Surprisingly it was mostly these recollections which made them blush.

After some time was spent reminiscing in this manner, Mr. Darcy took a deep breath in preparation for a particularly unpleasant topic. "Elizabeth.....last night... I thought I had no hope of earning your regard.... I was devastated. Charles told me of your accident, I would have come to you immediately, but he assured me you were well. This morning when I received your father's letter... I have never felt such despair!"

"Oh!" cried Elizabeth, "My father's letter. I am afraid I cannot shed much light on that subject. My father stopped me as I was leaving the house for an early morning walk, and bade me wait in the library for a most important communication. He looked so very earnest and so very disheveled that I could not for one moment imagine what was to be communicated to me. But I can say that I had the most intense feeling of foreboding. My first thoughts were of you, that something dreadful had occurred after you rushed away last evening. I assure you sir, that I too have known despair."

A short pause ensued, in which many eloquent and tender reassurances were spoken, earnest gazes exchanged, the sting of delight felt anew. Still, unpleasant feelings and thoughts would occasionally intrude and Elizabeth was finally prompted to shyly enquire, "Mr. Darcy... very well, Fitzwilliam, Oh! How strange that sounds! I had banished all hope when you left so suddenly last evening,. You have said that you had no hope of earning my regard..."

"And I was devastated. I should never have jumped to conclusions, there are more wonders in this world than I had ever anticipated, and the greatest of them all is that I am sitting here with you. "

"Why Sir, did you feel so strongly? I was most painfully aware that I could not hide my feelings from you, try as I might... did not the hope and agony in my soul make themselves plain to you?"

Mr. Darcy then related to Elizabeth the strange conversation he had had with her mother. Elizabeth was mortified. Many minutes were then spent by Mr. Darcy in reassuring his beloved that her family and connections mattered not at all to him, no matter what the conduct. He had been taught by his beloved Elizabeth that all his former cherished notions were wrong. He was now rightly informed and would keep his pride well regulated.

As to how long such musings would have continued, we shall leave to conjecture, for at that moment all conversation and blissful kisses were interrupted by the sound of a light rap on the door. Elizabeth had almost recovered all of her customary good humour and she was amused to see a note slide under the door, written on fine cream paper, the seal slightly flattened by its unusual mode of delivery. It was addressed to Mr. Darcy, who, not possessing as light a spirit as his bride to be, was more sombre as he opened and read it. Suddenly a bright smile played across his face and a sharp laugh of relief escaped. He handed the note to Elizabeth who read aloud,

Dear Sir:

Please accept my hearty congratulations on this the day of your betrothal. You have my blessing to take my most precious treasure from me, on the understanding that you will never again allow her to suffer as she has during your very vexatious courtship.

As to the mode of your being brought together, let me say at once that it was not meant to transpire in quite the fashion that it did. I offer my humblest apologies and hope that in time you will both forgive me. Mr. Hurst also begs forgiveness, though he is rather less contrite than I. He asks that you not utter a word of his involvement to Bingley's sisters, else he should never again have a moment of peace.

Mr. Hurst went to inform your sister that all is well. He sent her ahead and she has arrived some minutes ago, anxious to see you both. Hurst will return soon with the Bingley sisters. He suggests that you both take some time now to freshen up. Mr. Darcy and I shall need to have a word, and you Lizzy will want to make an 'entrance'. Never mind why, all shall be clear soon enough. Suffice it to say that Mr. Hurst's keen mind is once again at work and I beg your indulgence in his schemes this one last time.

Sincerely, T. Bennet.

Part 6

Posted on Sunday, 20 June 1999

Kitty and Mary stood at the foot of Mrs. Bennet's chaise lounge, wringing their hands and wearily wondered what had precipitated their mother's latest attack of nerves. Jane dabbed gently at her face with a damp cloth and murmured soothing gentle nothings, a technique she had perfected during their recent troubles over Lydia.

Indeed, her tender ministrations soon met with success. In very short order, Mrs. Bennet was calm and still, breathing normally, so far recovered that she consented to have her smelling salts pried from her fingers and placed in their customary pouch.

When Jane judged that her mother's hysteria was over and not likely to begin again at a moment's notice, she decided to act on the resolution that she had made while half carrying her mother up the stairs. "Mother, I know you are not presently feeling very strong, but there is something that I have been wanting to ask you for many minutes and it cannot be put off any longer. In the breakfast room just now you spoke of Miss Bingley's engagement to Mr. Darcy and owned that your information came from Miss Bingley herself. Is there not some mistake mother? Did you perhaps mistake Miss Bingley's meaning? In view of Father's announcement, that must be the case!"

Jane was feeling a little on the verge of hysteria herself, for though she was no longer the dupe of Miss Bingley, she was loathe to believe her capable of so vile a falsehood. There must have been some misunderstanding in the matter. Either her mother had heard Miss Bingley incorrectly, or at worst Miss Bingley misconstrued Mr. Darcy's attentions to her and gave them a rather more favourable import than he had intended.

Mrs. Bennet frowned at Jane, mouth set in stubborn and petulant defiance. "Jane, I misunderstood nothing! Miss Bingley, poor motherless girl took me into her confidence. She is engaged to Mr. Darcy and informed me that he only intends to ruin Lizzy by taking her as......," here she whispered conspiratorially, "mistress.... She says that Darcy does not approve of your marriage to dear Bingley and that he will attempt to persuade him that it need not take place! I never liked that man, never! So tall and proud and disagreeable! Fancying himself so very fine!... above his company!...not worth dancing with!...so very vile and detestable to our dear Wickham!....I have been very ill used!"

In spite of the very great shock caused by Mrs. Bennet's tirade, Jane could see that her mother's nerves were once again deteriorating, so she very speedily resumed coddling her. Outwardly calm and competent, Jane's thoughts were in a whirl. What could it all mean?

The younger girls looked about in wonder, as though they half expected perhaps a rabbit to jump out of the chamber pot, or a villain to make an appearance from behind the curtain. Although they were quite alarmed by the strange events of the last twelve or so hours, their natural dispositions soon calmed their fears. Kitty began to view this as very good fun indeed, what a tale she would have to relate to Lydia in her next letter. Mary regarded the matter very stoically. If Lizzy and Jane were to be ruined as their mother believed, well, it would have very little effect on her. She never expected to have suitors anyway, and the disgrace would only mean that she could cheerfully give up those occasional evening engagements which up to now she had thought some little sacrifice to her time with serious pursuits.

In the midst of this scene came a peremptory knock at the door, followed by the appearance of Mr. Bennet. He had just come from a serious discussion with Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, in which he once again humbly begged pardon for his part in causing either of them pain and distress in the mode of bringing them at long last together. He was very sincerely and gratifyingly pardoned. He then related to them the disagreeable allegations and suspicions that Mrs. Bennet had brought to light that very morning.

For his part, Mr. Darcy began to understand Mrs. Bennet's actions of the previous evening. He admired her attempt to protect Elizabeth, even as he was pained by the opinion she must have of him to believe such a tale. Unfortunately he did not think any more highly of her understanding or comportment. As to Miss Bingley, his prevailing emotion was one of pity and disgust. He had suspected.... no, known, for some time that she had set her cap at him. To go to such lengths, she must indeed be determined, depraved almost. As a gentleman, and a friend of Mr. Bingley, and indeed caring so little for Caroline, he was prepared to forget the entire matter, He hoped Elizabeth could view the matter with as much charity, for Bingley's sake.

Elizabeth blushed and burned with a flash of incredulous anger. She had never been fooled by Miss Bingley, but was astonished and infuriated by the vile behaviour she was capable of. This woman was to be Jane's sister! The thought was intolerable. Elizabeth was one of those however, whose anger is quickly ignited and is equally quickly burned out. She would forever be wary of Miss Bingley, her good opinion was lost forever. For Jane's sake and Mr. Bingley's sake, and for the comfort of her dear Fitzwilliam, she would not be one to make difficulty over the matter.

It was with a great deal of surprise therefore that they heard Mr. Bennet's requests. "Mr. Hurst has thought to do this?" squeaked Elizabeth with some surprise. "Bingley believes it to be the best course of action?" wondered Mr. Darcy. With much shakings of the head and small smiles of amusement, the great plan was adopted.

And so the stage was almost set as Mr. Bennet entered the bedchamber to settle the matter with his wife and other daughters. Mrs. Bennet was eventually cowed by her husband's insistence and righteous anger. Mary and Kitty would never have dared to do other than their father ordered. Jane was partly disapproving of the scheme, but had a dollop of her own righteous anger that was clamouring to be appeased.

The company quickly prepared to act out their parts as they were every minute expecting the sound of carriage wheels that was to set the whole play in motion.

Part 7

Posted on Friday, 20 August 1999

The carriage swayed side to side in a monotonous chorus that was punctuated by Mr. Hurst's snores. Caroline Bingley stared out the window at the dull grey scenery. She could not pretend even to herself that she had much rather have been anywhere but in a carriage with Louisa and Hurst at this particular time. She sensed that this would be a momentous day and resented the delay of rather poorly kept roads.

With an impatient sigh Caroline glanced at the resting form of her brother-in-law and exclaimed, "Really Louisa! It is merely three miles between Netherfield and Longbourn! Cannot your husband ever manage to stay awake?"

Mrs. Hurst shrugged and stifled a yawn of her own. "It is so very tedious, you must own, having to pay a call of condolence when one was expecting to be otherwise engaged. Just think, by now we might have been drinking tea in our own comfortable lodgings and making preparations for the theatre, or some other infinitely superior form of entertainment. It is no wonder Mr. Hurst feels such a degree of ennui."

"Nonsense Louisa! Mr. Hurst behaves in this slovenly manner no matter what the occasion. I would venture to say that he only exerts himself for three things: shooting, cards and his dinner!"

Louisa did not think so very highly of her husband, but felt some obligation to defend him. "Well, I cannot deny that there is some merit in what you say, but you are too severe upon him. For instance, only this morning, he bestirred himself to ride to Longbourn that we may have the earliest news of all the goings on."

"Indeed, how strange that was," Caroline's eyes grew narrow and speculative as she regarded Mr. Hurst, as though willing him to awake and explain his conduct. "What can he have meant by it? I greatly doubt that he went for any benefit of ours! "

"I cannot think of any other reason, and in any case it does not signify." Louisa stifled another yawn and shifted irritably, "I suppose we shall have to think of something comforting to say to the Bennets. Do you think perhaps we could rely on doleful expressions to fulfill our obligation? I am sure I shall have no difficulty seeming sombre and downcast. Only think how odious it will be condoling with persons one does not very much regard!"

"Perhaps it will do for you Louisa, to go about with a glum look, but I believe I must exert myself a degree or two above that. I must strive not to look unattractive whatever the case, frowning does give one a rather unpleasant sort of look." She paused for a moment to demonstrate the sour look she was imagining, and then continued.

"Mr. Darcy was very much affected by Mr. Bennet's letter this morning. No doubt Eliza's death is an unpleasant sort of shock. It will require time for him to overcome his fancy of her now that she has met an untimely end. If only she had lived, he would have sooner tired of her. One hates to be disrespectful of the dead, but she was so very.... provincial. She was a diversion for him, a novelty, nothing more. He would ultimately have realized that a man of his substance requires an elegant and accomplished wife to grace his position in the world."

Louisa did not appear very much interested in Caroline's ramblings, having heard very much the same discourse many times before. However, now there was Miss Bennet's death in her favour, and as a dutiful sister Louisa could not be ignorant of the benefit to Caroline of this development. She very deliberately returned the greater part of her attention to Caroline's observations.

"My intention, Louisa, is to enter into his grief, to condole with him and comfort him so that when the veil falls at last from his eyes, I will be right before him. The very friend who was so helpful and sympathetic, who indeed grieved nearly as deeply as he, will be revealed as the perfect choice to replace his lost love, and finally mend his broken heart."

"Should you not mind being only his second choice? Will not Miss Bennet always be in the back of your mind as his first inclination?" Louisa shuddered a little at the thought of competing with the memory of a tragic first love.

Caroline quickly and vigorously scoffed at this notion. "Nay! Why should I? Once I am Mrs. Darcy, Mistress of Pemberley, what cause would I have for regret? In any event, I am persuaded that I would have been his first choice, but for the arts and allurements employed by that vulgar little snippet! Depend upon it Louisa, I will cure my husband of his unfortunate preference, only give me time!"

Mr. Hurst controlled only with great difficulty the desire to give Caroline a sharp piece of his mind. He struggled through however, with the comfort that Caroline would be well recompensed for her misconduct by day's end. He maintained his composure creditably even when being roughly shaken awake upon their arrival. He managed a snort, a snuffle and a "What?" He encountered such a look of indulgent, amused disgust upon the faces of the Bingley sisters that he was reassured. Although a suspicion may have been provoked by his hurried morning call to Longbourn, such a notion was quickly extinguished. Indeed, he reflected with considerable satisfaction, they still think me a buffoon!

Caroline and Louisa did think very meanly of Mr. Hurst, and thought more meanly still when they were relieved of their cloaks by the footman. They stared aghast as Mr. Hurst brushed and plucked imaginary specks from his very plum coloured coat, and ran inquisitive hands over his very expertly tied lace cravat. Noticing their looks he lifted his brow in surprise and his eyes widened in innocence.

"Is there something amiss in my appearance? I am afraid I indulged in a little nap in the carriage. Has something been knocked askew?" He twisted and turned and hurried over to the glass in the hall (that had been expressly installed to give an impression of greater size), to see if he could determine their cause for concern. Finding none, he turned his questioning gaze once more upon the sisters, prepared to receive a scolding of some sort. He was not disappointed.

They found their tongues simultaneously, "Simpleton!.... Is that any way to dress?.....What will everyone think?.... I shall be so ashamed! .... Mr. Hurst I would never have thought it of you!"

He had only time to utter a dismissive, "No such thing! I am perfectly attired for the occasion!" when the door to the Bennet's largest reception room was opened and they heard their presence being announced. Though cross enough to box Mr. Hurst's ears, there was nothing for it but to allow themselves to be ushered in, hurriedly rearranging their features into suitably long expressions.

Caroline stopped short in some confusion when faced with the assembly before her. They were all arranged, seated or standing, on one side of the room, facing the door so that their attention seemed somehow directed purposefully toward the new arrivals. She felt a moment of discomfort, to be so obviously the centre of attention. There is a degree of... coolness in their regard, tinged with... could it be? Malice?

It could not be explained away by the sadness of the circumstances, and she wondered for an instant, like Mr. Hurst, whether something in her appearance did not please. Of course! That reprehensible plum coat! She allowed herself a swift derisive roll of the eyes in Mr. Hurst's direction in order to distance herself in the eyes of the company from such a blatant faux pas. Thankfully the greater part of the shame is not my portion. He is not my husband.

Her attention was once again claimed by the company assembled before her. Their expressions were grim enough, but none were attired as they ought to be. Although not quite in the style of Mr. Hurst, they were dressed more for a party than for deep mourning.

Vulgar creatures! Perhaps that is why they look at me so. They cannot have any idea of the proper way to appear after such a melancholy event. Even Georgiana, I notice, did not change. I am surprised. I thought her a more elegant creature than that. But I must not be harsh. She is young still, and perhaps has much yet to learn. Mr. Darcy will be a little embarrassed, but only think how grateful he will be when he observes how I will guide her into more appropriate conduct. I shall have to teach her to always pack at least one black gown, lest the situation should warrant it.

Mr. Darcy!

The object of her affection did not at first glance appear to be among them and she felt all the impatience, surprise and dismay of supposing him to be so overcome that he was unable to appear. Her eyes widened with horror at the thought of him keeping vigil over the body. All at once she perceived his noble silhouette facing the window at the far corner of the room. Though she longed to go to him, she was sensible that her first comments ought properly to be directed to the family.

She approached Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, and offered her condolences as sincerely and simply as possible, "What a great loss to us all! You have my deepest sympathies." Mrs. Bennet immediately fell to weeping in her handkerchief, Mr. Bennet turned away. Jane regarded Caroline with such a raw expression of pain that she was very nearly moved to real sorrow. Kitty and Mary sat quietly, resolutely staring at the floor. No one else would meet Caroline's eye.

Louisa stepped forward to repeat Caroline's statement, when, with a clatter, Mr. Darcy strode from the room. Mr. Bingley, whose countenance, Caroline noticed, was very drawn and white, ran his hand roughly through his hair and shook his head ruefully. He stepped toward Caroline and whispered in a hushed and hurried manner, "He is in a bit of a state, I'm afraid. We all are..."

Here he stopped and looked very earnestly at his sister, prompted only by a cough from Mr. Bennet to carry on. "Perhaps you ought to go out to the garden to speak with him...... It is his due after all."

Caroline could see the justice in this, however much it annoyed her to have Mr. Darcy's and Miss Bennet's relationship so generally acknowledged. Anyone would think they had announced their betrothal, the way everyone is carrying on! It pleased her however that Charles should think her presence could be a comfort to Mr. Darcy. Attaining her goal may not be very hard work after all, she thought as she eagerly stepped outside and went in search of him.

Caroline hastened out of doors, pausing only to retrieve her cloak, for it seemed to her an unseasonably cold day. The formal gardens were not extensive, though the garden immediately surrounding the house was a respectable size. There were a series of paths leading to various flower beds; there seemed a preponderance of roses, all looking particularly bare and forlorn.

There was a small area devoted to shrubbery in which someone was clearly trying to train the bushes into clever shapes. The kitchen garden to one side of the house was almost fully harvested. All that remained were long straggling pieces of decaying vine and leaves, withered and limp, some dried to a powdery gold. In one corner, a few of the hardier herbs still grew, but were visibly thinning out.

Though nearly midday, the garden was neither bright nor cheerful. Unbidden thoughts came to Caroline of Elizabeth Bennet's vigour and vivacity, her vibrant laugh, her shining eyes, so directly in contrast to the dreariness of the landscape before her. It appeared that the garden had suffered a little death too.

Many trees had lost their leaves, thin black branches spread toward the sky in supplication. The greenery was in decline, no longer vital, dull and still, prepared for winter's repose. The grass seemed to blend into the gravel path, all colour and life leeching away. The few pieces of statuary and the stone benches were darkened with dampness and a light mist hung in wisps all around. Caroline shuddered and drew her cloak more closely around her.

This initial perusal did not reveal Mr. Darcy's whereabouts or give any clue to where he might have gone. Caroline proceeded to walk in the general direction of the stables to determine whether he might have returned to Netherfield.

On her way, she almost literally stumbled over a well-concealed pathway leading to a small copse. It was surrounded by bushes looming so high, thick and abundant that even without leaves they seemed to cast an extra pall of darkness on an already dull day.

A deep and uneasy silence greeted her as she stepped through the entrance, the only sounds were the crunching of her footsteps, the crisp snap of a twig underfoot and her sudden sharp intake of breath. A chill came over her as the temperature dropped several degrees in the gathering gloom.

Caroline did not like this place. For a moment she was uncertain whether she should proceed. This total silence was strange, menacing rather than peaceful and the darkness nurtured by the bushes was very unnerving.

Her hesitation was brief. With a determined shake of her head, she squared her shoulders and marched confidently into the clearing, having scolded herself half-heartedly out of her unease.

Suddenly, her new-found courage vanished as a howl of anguish and misery erupted from she knew not where. She looked about frantically, trying to determine its direction, that she may go the opposite way with the greatest possible speed. Moans and screams filled the enclosure, reverberating and repeating for some minutes. Caroline was rooted to the spot with terror and only dimly recognized some of the screams as her own. She was too frightened to even breathe, and felt herself near to collapsing, when the silence rushed back in and she heard a voice whisper, "Fitzwilliam........ Fitzwilliam...."

Caroline spun to the right and began to cry. Standing there, not ten feet from her, was a woman in white. Her gown fluttered in the light breeze, her long chestnut curls stirred gently. Her face was partially, but not quite obscured by the bushes, but Caroline could perceive her clearly enough to know that this was Elizabeth Bennet.

With a rush of shame she knew that she had greatly wronged this woman, her ill opinion had been formed in base jealousy and bad temper. The wretched lies she had told Mrs. Bennet were heavy on her conscience. Had she not interfered would this woman still be alive?

Caroline fell to her knees and in a ragged voice begged forgiveness. "Oh forgive me! Wretched, wretched lies! Oh! Had I not spoken them! Please, rest in peace! Rest in Peace!"

The figure in white looked down upon her in a mixture of pity and disgust, but did not stir. Caroline continued to weep. Mr. Darcy appeared beside Elizabeth and enfolded her in his arms. Through her tears, he appeared as ethereal as the woman in white.

Caroline moaned, "No, no, you went away to do yourself a harm so you could be with her! Oh, what have I done? All for a man who never loved me! You never wanted me, only her! Oh! What shall become of me?"

A cheerful, matter of fact voice answered her and broke the spell. "What will become of you? Why Caroline, the carriage has been ordered, your trunks packed. You are joining Louisa on her trip home to London, do you not remember? Hurst is staying here with us for a few days of hunting, after all we do not want to be precipitate in our travel plans, in consideration of Miss Bennet's recovery. Yes, it is certain that we will find the time for some hunting in the next week, and you know how Hurst is fond of it."

Charles Bingley stooped to help his sister to her feet, seemingly oblivious to the state of her gown and the ravages of her tears. "Come Caroline, I will not have you carry on in this stupid manner! I will have you happy again! I know you cherished a certain fondness for Darcy..... but.... well, have you had the time to congratulate the happy couple? It has been decided that we will share a wedding day, the four of us! Is that not an excellent notion?"

As Charles firmly escorted his sister to the awaiting carriage, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth returned to the house in time to be the very grateful objects of a very warmly offered toast.

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