As the Crow Flies?

Blurb: After Lady Catherine's visit to Longbourn, she sees no need to inform Darcy of her visit or its particulars. With Jane's wedding and his sister's growing friendship with the Bennet girls, Darcy finds himself being thrown into company with Elizabeth extremely frequently. Likewise, Elizabeth is sure about the gentleman's disregard towards her. With the addition of a string of unfortunate misunderstandings, it would seem impossible that any understanding would be reached.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction story so constructive criticism is very welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read. =)

Chapter 1

As the Bingley's carriage pulled into Longbourn's driveway, Mrs Bennet could scarcely believe her eyes. Stepping down from the carriage after her eldest daughter's fiancé was none other than Mr Darcy! Since the news of Wickham's dishonourable dealings had been revealed, the gentleman had been the prime target for all the mammas in and around Meryton. So with an extremely loud squeal and an excited flail of her lace hanky, Mrs Bennet summoned her daughters and her husband to the sitting room.

Fitzwilliam Darcy was in no mood to pay this visit. Since his “heroic rescue” of Miss Mary King from the clutches of George Wickham, he has been accosted and flattered beyond comprehension by scores of mothers, each hopeful that he would choose her daughter to be his bride. He was by no means young- at eight and twenty years, many men were already married. His aunt and uncle Matlock, being his closest and dare he say favourite relatives, were beginning to wonder if their nephew would ever marry at all.

The more significant reason for his uneasiness however came from the prospect of coming face to face with the woman he held in highest regard-one who unfortunately did not return his affections. Her rejection of him at Hunsford was painful enough. It had now dawned on him that seeing her again, especially after Pemberley, would be like rubbing salt into a wound that simply refused to heal. He had hoped that his manners in Derbyshire had earned him a little of her good opinion. His interruption in Mary King's relations with Wickham stemmed from her too. After relaying the events in Meryton to him, Elizabeth expressed her own concern for the young lady in question. Darcy took this as a sign that she had believed the contents of his letter and set about the task of protecting Miss King before she suffered the same fate as Georgiana.

Bingley's impending wedding, he realised, would throw the two parties together extremely frequently. Darcy sincerely hoped that there would be no awkwardness in their meetings, but he suspected that this was a fruitless hope.

Elizabeth Bennet was confused and incredibly shocked. She had not anticipated such a meeting and was unusually quiet as the gentlemen were introduced. No one noticed this but her father. They had a very special bond, not only because of their similar tastes in books and poetry, but it was just a bond that was always present. As a child, Elizabeth often found herself stealing away from the frequent hysterics of her mother and into the solace of her papa's library. Since the girls did not have a governess, little Lizzy learnt all she could from her father.

Though Mr Bennet was not brought up exceptionally rich, he had had a good education and taught his favourite daughter more than her mother ever could. Her well-being was his sole concern and though Mr Bennet did love his other daughters, he felt that the younger three may just win the title of the silliest girls in England. However, since Wickham's scandals had been revealed, Kitty and Lydia have been surprisingly subdued. There was little talk of red coats in the house and he was glad that his second eldest was trying her hardest to teach them the ways of society while his eldest was busy with her upcoming wedding. Even so, the two girls were very much what they were- more concerned with their pretty ribbons than much else. Mary, however, was a concern. She would often lose herself in her books and took absolutely no pains in interacting with her sisters. She would make no effort what so ever for balls and it was incredibly vexing for her desperate mother.

Today Mr Bennet felt the behaviour of his Lizzy to be the strangest, not her sisters.

After ten minutes in the company of the gentlemen, he had determined the cause. From the looks that Mr Darcy was bestowing on his daughter, Mr Bennet could, almost, bring himself to guess the nature of this sudden change in character.

Almost a week ago, he had received a letter from his cousin, Mr Collins. Its contents made him laugh, but seeing the present situation, he began to doubt the initial thoughts that flitted through his head. Could the bumbling fool be right about something for once?

The gentlemen did not stay long but Mr Darcy had asked for permission to bring his sister the next day. Mrs Bennet's dismay that the tea had barely been finished when they left was soon forgotten as she engaged Jane for another joyful afternoon of wedding planning. Her new “ladies sport”, as Lizzy and her father called it. Jane, in all her mildness put up with the sometimes tedious affair without a single complaint. Lizzy was very much in awe of her, for she was sure that another three hours of her mother cooing over the delicate lace samples would drive her insane.

Instead, Lizzy found herself on another long walk- much needed after that extremely uncomfortable meeting with Mr Darcy. Since his hand in helping bring Wickham to justice had spread, they had not met. She remembered that disastrous evening at the parsonage, then the letter he had written. She had, by now, memorised its contents word for word and it was kept under her pillow always. It would be her only material possession from him. She fancied herself silly for such thoughts but she could not help it. Such a man would never renew his addresses to a woman a second time. No, she would have to content herself with that one letter.

And with that, Elizabeth settled herself on her favourite bench. Oakham Mount was beautiful in the winter. Many called it stark and boring, but Lizzy loved to watch the fields below. As it was already nearing the middle of December, everything in sight was dusted with white, but certainly not enough to make snow people with. Lizzy was very disappointed. She hoped that the snow would come before her favourite sister's wedding.

The weather was, by now quite cold and a strong wind had gradually picked up. She stared absent minded at the ribbons of her bonnet which were blowing askew in the wind. She was brought out of her reverie by the pounding of feet on the path ahead.

With her brother visiting Longbourn with Mr Bingley, Georgiana Darcy was left to the mercy of Caroline Bingley. The woman had always felt the need to show her more affection than she felt, much like the rest of the single women in ton, but the fact that Miss Bingley's persistent attentions are, in reality, truly terrifying and made her company unbearable.

Miss Bingley's fake smile, her fake laugh, her fake everything, just to secure the attentions of her brother and apparently she, Georgiana, was the way into his heart. She had by now grown used to the fawning and cooing but this was by no means acceptable in her eyes. What Georgiana wanted was a real friendship-not one that only consisted of flattery and constant compliments.

“Dear Georgiana,” The witch was saying, “How well you look today! The colour of your gown is very becoming on you. Pray tell me where…” And this went on. And on. And on.

At the first opportunity, Georgiana had escaped from the confines of the house for a walk. A very long, solitary walk away from Caroline Bingley. Anything to be out of that woman's company! She now found herself quite alone in the countryside, having strayed a little too far from Netherfield. This part of Hertfordshire was particularly calming and though she still preferred Pemberley above it all, the area certainly had its charms. Georgiana took off her bonnet and sat on a fallen log, placing the bonnet next to her. She tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind her ears and breathed in deeply. The country air was certainly refreshing! After spending hours in the stifling company of Mr Bingley's sisters, this was an extremely welcome change.

Suddenly, a gust of wind tossed her bonnet into the air and off it flew down the lane. Georgiana shrieked and gasped. Now what? She broke into a run-most unladylike, true, but her bonnet!

She ran blindly, and only stopped when she careered into someone else.

“Oh, I'm so-“ Georgiana was surprised to find herself nose to nose with Elizabeth Bennet. “Miss Bennet! Please forgive me, I was not…” She coloured.

Elizabeth smiled kindly at the young girl. “It is quite alright Miss Darcy. I too find the urge to run at times.”

“Oh, I was not running… for, for that reason. My bonnet, you see was blown away. I was…” She did not know what to say. As if the humiliation of losing her bonnet was not great enough, she was caught running!

Elizabeth noted Georgiana's discomfort. “Pesky wind! Miss Darcy's bonnet is not to be trifled with!”

This surprised a laugh from the nervous young girl and so, the pair set off down the lane towards Longbourn as it was debated that Georgiana's bonnet may have been sent in that general direction. Polite conversation was made but Georgiana often made short replies. However, her shyness soon diminished and was quickly telling her new friend about how she came to this part of the walk.

“I was not paying attention. I had no idea I had walked so far,” She was saying, “I had hoped to stay close to Netherfield.”

“It is easy to get lost here. I myself have been walking these paths nearly all my life. My papa,” and at this point Elizabeth smiled, “took pity on me when my mamma's `nerves' appeared. She's nearly unbearable during these times. Papa would take me to the farm and we explored all the lanes in the area.”

Georgiana smiled. “Your father sounds wonderful. I only wish mine was…”

Silence fell. The wind whistled past and the girls shivered. Elizabeth glanced up towards the two rows of trees in front of her. A strange coloured, well… thing was hanging on one of the bare branches.

“I believe,” she said with a quirky smile, “We have found your bonnet.”

When Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley had returned to Netherfield after calling at a few more houses, the rest of their company were in the drawing room-all minus Georgiana.

“Where is my sister?” Darcy asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Oh dear Georgiana! She went for a walk.” Miss Bingley informed him.

Mr Darcy was silent. “Did she go alone? She does not know the area very well.”

At this, the hostess blanched. Oh dear. What if she got lost? Darcy would surely blame her!

“Elizabeth! Are you sure this is wise? I could come back tomorrow. What if you hurt yourself?”

Georgiana stood at the bottom of the tree watching as her friend slowly began climbing it.

“Do not worry yourself Georgiana. I have been climbing trees for some time. I assure you I will be fine!” Elizabeth shouted back.

“But what if you fall?” Then she shrieked as Elizabeth nearly lost her footing. She covered her eyes. “Please come down!”

Amid Georgiana's possible outcomes of this escapade (all very bad and including Elizabeth breaking one bone or other) she had faintly heard the galloping of a horse drawing near them. A yell of “Georgie!”, she felt herself being embraced.

“William! Thank goodness I-“

“Georgie, promise me you will never walk alone again! I have been so worried!”

Georgiana did not know what to think. She was very glad that her brother had found her, and was worried that he would blame her for this escape but her fears were placed elsewhere.

Elizabeth froze when none other than Mr Darcy stepped into the clearing and hugged his sister. She was mortified. Mr Darcy catching her sitting in a tree! Since that disastrous affair at Hunsford, she had hoped to see as little of him as possible. Pemberley was sufficiently awkward; she did not want a repeat performance at what occurred there. Elizabeth only hoped that Georgiana would keep him from looking up. But that was not possible.

Realising that his sister was less than responsive to his berating, Darcy paused.

“Georgiana?”

His sister had a look of alarm on her face. She was, in fact, too busy staring in shock at Elizabeth holding onto the branch with one hand and desperately trying to wave her away with the other.

Darcy followed her gaze. Good grief! was his only plausible thought.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to block out his stare. Those dark, chocolate brown eyes and- Elizabeth shook the thoughts from her head. Could this possibly get any worse? This was certainly no time to be thinking of such things... Not that any time was appropriate, at that. Without warning, the wind picked up again. The branches swayed dangerously and although it was not enough to shake her from the tree, she could picture the consequences of her last tree-climbing adventure. Feeling that it would be better to act fast, she snapped a stick from the branch and tried to dislodge the bonnet. After a few tries, it fell to the ground with a soft thump. She followed a moment later.

Georgiana became alarmed when she saw that Elizabeth was planning to jump. But she was relieved to see that Elizabeth was not injured and was holding out the bonnet. An invitation was extended for Georgiana and Darcy to go back to Longbourn, since it was closer than Netherfield because the former had been in the cold for far too long.

“You must be frozen!” Elizabeth said after she had regained her composure. Papa can send the both of you back in the carriage. But you must have some tea before you go.”

Darcy took much longer to recover. When he did, he managed a nod to his sister, giving her his consent. The walk back was uncomfortably silent. Neither party knew what to say. Georgiana was stuck in the middle, wondering what induced Elizabeth to change from a lively conversationalist to a shy, quiet woman. Elizabeth played with her gloves and tried to look anywhere but at the tall, handsome man walking next to Georgiana. Darcy too tried hard not to look at Elizabeth. Her walk had allowed a few curls to escape from the confines of her hairpins. They now rested around her face and at the nape of her neck. Darcy was enthralled by them. He allowed the two women to walk before him while he followed behind with his horse. This allowed him the chance to observe each bounce of a curl. Simply mesmerising.

Soon, the siblings were being plied with scones and tarts galore by Mrs Bennet, who praised the young girl until she was blushing so profusely that Elizabeth was embarrassed on behalf of her new friend and her mother. Mr Darcy was not excluded from this. Mrs Bennet's initial shock of seeing him again soon faded and she accosted him with recommendations of all her remaining daughters that Elizabeth wished she could disappear into her cup of tea.

Not long later, they were joined by Kitty and Lydia, who bounded in announcing the particulars of their trip into Meryton. Introductions were made and surprisingly, the young girls got on very well. Conversation was slow to begin with but Georgiana had found the perfect opportunity to find more friends of her own age. Darcy, although reserved about the nature of these girls, was happy that his sister finally had someone to talk with.

“Aw! London!” Lydia sighed after Georgiana had recounted a particularly spectacular trip to the theatre. “How I'd love to go… Mamma? Could I go back to Aunt and Uncle Gardiner in the New Year?”

“And I, mamma!” Kitty said through a mouthful of blueberry tart.

“Kitty! Do not speak with your mouth full!” Mrs Bennet admonished.

Before she had the chance to say any more, it was announced that the carriage was now ready. Darcy and his sister stood up to take their leave.

“And will we have the pleasure of seeing Miss Darcy again tomorrow?” Mrs Bennet asked very loudly.

“Of course, if we have not already outstayed our welcome.” Darcy replied.

“Ooooh! Never! You are always welcome at Longbourn!” The older woman tossed her head back and waved her hanky.

Georgiana brightened at this and looked expectantly at her brother.

“Thank you. Until tomorrow then.”

After their guests had left, Mrs Bennet was in a frenzy. “We must invite them all to stay dinner tomorrow. Or at least the day after. Where is Hill? I must speak with Hill!”

Sitting side by side in the carriage, Darcy turned to his sister. “Georgie, that was a very dangerous thing you did this afternoon. I hope it will not be repeated. I was very worried.”

Georgiana cast her eyes down. “I'm sorry. I did not mean to walk so far.”

Darcy took pity on his sister and decided to change the subject. “So how did you lose your bonnet?”

As his sister explained her adventures, her brother's eyes widened. “And that is why Elizabeth-”

“So she is Elizabeth now, is she?” Darcy raised his eyebrows.

Georgiana shot him an impatient look. “Miss Bennet had to climb a tree to retrieve it for me.”

“Why did you not stop her?” Darcy was exasperated. “It was very dangerous.”

“That is what I said, William. But Elizabeth insisted. I shudder to think what would have happened if she fell. I don't know that I would have done if she…”

Georgiana's voice faded as Darcy found his thoughts drifting to Elizabeth. She was so completely different to any other woman of his acquaintance. The ladies of the ton would never act in the way she did today. Everyday, in fact. Her vivacity captured him, like a moth to the candle light. As much as he tried, the thought of her would never go away. It was always present, like a shadow, following him, never letting him have a moment without her. Darcy sighed. Bingley's wedding could not come soon enough.

Chapter 2

Charles Bingley of Netherfield Park was a very happy man. Extremely happy, in fact. As he sat alone in his study contemplating the short amount of time he spent with his angelic Jane recently, it took all of his will power and more to stop him from riding over to Longbourn that very instant. With the wedding getting ever closer, he found that rather than being able to spend more time with his beloved, they were actually finding it hard to spend much time together at all! If he had no obligation to keep to the plans they had made for that day, he knew would have ridden to Longbourn at dawn. Even the thought of being in the same house as Mrs Bennet could not keep him away!

As Bingley took his frustrations out by repeatedly pacing the floor of his study, his friend watched from the doorway with a bemused look on his face. Bingley was never one to be so agitated, but love does funny things to you, as Darcy well knew.

“Perhaps,” Darcy interrupted the silence, “We should go for a ride? The fresh air will do you good.”

Bingley gave him an exasperated look, but agreed. Maybe some fresh air would help him to take his mind off things, for a little while anyway. As they made their way down to the stables, they were intercepted by Benson with a note from Longbourn. Bingley cheered up substantially after reading it. The permanent look of foolish happiness became once again glued to his face. An invitation to dinner! He quickly ran back to his study and scrawled a note in reply. Darcy frowned at his friend's awful handwriting and at the ink splashed haphazardly over the paper. The note now read-

Dear M[splodge] Benn[splodge],

Thank [splodge]u for the i[splodge]itation. On be[splodge]f of my friend[splodge], I can say t[splodge]t we have no plans a[splodge] would love to [splodge]nd.

With wa[splodge] regards,

Charles Bingley

Darcy wondered whether such a simple reply would ever be deciphered by the Bennet family. Bingley never had a neat hand, and when excited or agitated, it became virtually illegible. Shaking his head, he left to tell Georgiana of the arrangements.

Longbourn house was in uproar, mainly due to Mrs Bennet's frequent shrieks, flusters and calls for her smelling salts when something was not to her liking. With such a great addition to their usual dining party of seven, she was adamant that everything had to be perfect, right down to the lining of the tablecloth. She even went to the lengths of finding out her guests' favourite dishes and desserts. So eager to please was she, that she sent her eldest two out into the garden to gather some “pretty things”, as she called them, for decoration, completely oblivious the fact that there was not much outside except dead flowers and shrivelled plants.

Mr Bennet, luckily, had his study in which he could escape from the mayhem ensuing in the rest of the house. Some time in the early afternoon, his second eldest slipped into the room. Mr Bennet looked up from his book.

“Does the discussion of chicken stuffing drive you away, my Lizzy?”

Elizabeth laughed. “I do not know how Jane manages, papa. I am so tired of the dinner and it has not even started!”

“Is that a hint for me to rescue the young men from your mother after dinner?” Mr Bennet's eyes twinkled.

“I worry about tonight. Mamma can be terrible.”

“She was not always like that you know.”

Elizabeth looked at her father sadly. She knew that their marriage was not a happy one, which made her even more sure that she would not marry unless she was completely and utterly in love. Her parents never treated each other with much affection, even in speaking. No, marrying for beauty will never do.

“There was a time, Lizzy, when your mother and I got along perfectly. She never liked my books, but I would read to her. Then her nerves, dear lord, they started about the time that Jane was born. I imagine she never knew she would eventually have to marry off five daughters and not an heir in sight.”

Elizabeth walked behind her father and lent her elbows on his shoulders and her chin on his balding head. “I suppose it is hard on her…”

“Off you go then. I'm sure there will be many more dramas before our guests arrive.” Mr Bennet chuckled as he sent his favourite daughter on her way. “And perhaps you can persuade someone in the kitchens to send some cakes, if they are not too busy of course.”

Elizabeth grinned at her father. “Yes papa, I'll try.”

Caroline Bingley most certainly did not want to attend dinner at the Bennets' house. They were people with low social standing, and besides, she and Louisa had already decided that they should hardly know the family, even if their brother would be marrying Jane Bennet in a few weeks time. But Jane Bennet was a sweetheart. Quite unlike the rest of her family. She had already made quite an effort to “bond” with her future sister. That would be sufficient in anyone's eyes.

As for the afore mentioned dinner, Caroline shuddered. If Mrs Bennet's vulgar manners were not enough, her daughters giggle incessantly and their childishness would be enough put anyone off their meal. So unlike Georgiana, she thought. Georgiana would never go gallivanting around the countryside alone, quite unlike Miss Eliza Bennet. Caroline never understood why Mr Darcy ever saw anything special in her. She was just a country nobody with no connections and an uncle in trade. They live in Cheapside for heavens sake! Her reflections on what the evening would bring were interrupted by her sister.

“Another evening in good company.” Louisa rolled her eyes.

“Oh Louisa! It is so tedious! I suggest we go to town, as soon as we can.”

“I could not agree more. A season in town sounds much better. Better company there too!”

The two women cackled. They could find better company anywhere in London.

“Let us not spend any more time thinking about those no bodies.” Louisa moved towards the door. “Come into the drawing room for some tea. They are not worth our time.”

By four o'clock, Mrs Bennet's nerves here in shreds. Hill had not even started preparing the main course and Kitty! That girl would not stop coughing! In a moment of desperation, she barged into her husband's study.

“Oh Mr Bennet! I do not know how you can just sit there! This is all terribly vexing! No one understands the urgency!”

Mr Bennet peered out from behind his newspaper. “What is so urgent, my dear?”

“Oh! You delight in tormenting me! The dinner, Mr Bennet! I do not know how much more my poor nerves can stand! The dessert, oh the dessert! What am I to do?”

“Might I suggest a lie down?”

“A lie down?! How do you expect me to have a lie down at this time!” Mrs Bennet charged towards the door. “There is far too much to do.” She waved her hanky and stepped outside.

Mr Bennet rolled his eyes and returned his attention to his paper.

Mrs Bennet poked her head back through the door. “And if you have nothing to do, go and help the girls in the dining room.”

A few moments later, Mr Bennet heard a distinct shout of-“Oh girls! You must go and get ready! Especially you Jane! You must make an extra effort for Mr Bingley…”

Bingley's carriage was the first to arrive at Longbourn that evening. As he, Mr and Mrs Hurst alighted, the second one came into view. Caroline had insisted on staying with “dear Georgiana”, Bingley was not fooled by her eagerness to stay with the young girl but knew he would not get any peace if he did not allow it.

The party made their way into the house where they were greeted first by Mr and Mrs Bennet.

“It is so wonderful to have you here.” Mrs Bennet began. “I hope you find everything to your tastes.”

At this, Miss Bingley sniffed. This earned her a stern glare from her brother. The present company were interrupted in their greetings as the Bennet girls made their entrance. Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief.

“Miss Darcy.” Elizabeth walked up to her new friend and curtseyed.

“Miss Bennet.” Georgiana returned the formalities.

“I hope you are well?”

“Yes, thank you. I…I hope…I” She swallowed nervously, still not accustomed to speaking when a large group gathered around her. “Thank you for…including me…in this invitation.”

“Oh, isn't she a sweet girl?” Mrs Bennet cut in. “So young yet so talented!”

Georgiana's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. Elizabeth glared at her mother for embarrassing their guest. Trust mamma, she thought. Mrs Bennet had never ceased to make guests uncomfortable, an offhand comment here and a remark there. She just did not seem to grasp the weight behind her words and how people would react to them.

If Elizabeth was hoping for a peaceful dinner, she was sadly disappointed. No sooner had the main course been served, her mother started again. However, one thing she was glad of was that she was seated on the right hand side of her father. They never tired of subjects to speak on and she could have happily gone on thus, had she not heard-

“Oh! My Lydia is so graceful! She was well loved by the officers while they stayed. Do you not think she is a beauty Mr Darcy?”

Elizabeth looked on in horror as Lydia cast flirty looks across the table at the said gentleman and her mother spoke loudly, with her mouth full and rather tactlessly. Lizzy shot a worried look at Jane who was two seats down on the other side of the table. Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed her own mortification at her mother's actions.

The evening can not get any worse. Elizabeth thought, or rather prayed.

Soon, the conversation was directed upon Jane and Mr Bingley's marriage. It was now only three weeks away.

“Jane will be the most beautiful bride you have ever seen!”

Mr Bingley agreed with his future mother-in-law on this point. He was in no doubt that his angel would look radiant on their wedding day.

“And I'm sure, Mr Bingley.” Mrs Bennet continued, “That you have plenty of unattached friends. I am always willing for my girls to meet some nice, rich young men.”

Elizabeth nearly choked on her wine.

After dinner, the ladies retired to the lounge while Mr Bennet, true to his word led the men into his study. As soon as the door was shut, all except Mr Hurst (he was too busy concentrating on his dinner) breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, gentlemen. Anyone for some port?”

This offer was gladly accepted, each felt the need to block out the events that transpired during dinner. Bingley had been in company with Mrs Bennet enough times to know that she voiced her opinions very bluntly. Even though he could not think ill of her, he disliked the way she embarrassed her daughters, even though only the eldest two really seemed to care. Her way of not so subtly trying to arrange husbands for her remaining daughters was quite beyond anything he had seen before.

Darcy's reasons were more profound. The woman had been trying to nudge him towards her youngest daughter! Giggly and flighty, no sense of propriety or responsibility. He shuddered. So unlike Elizabeth. He noticed that she had been very quiet throughout dinner, speaking only with her father. He remembered the look in her eyes when her mother began singing Lydia's praises. He hoped that it was because she had had a change of heart towards him, but the pessimist in him believed it was only due the undesired path the conversation was beginning to take. In this instance, the pessimist won.

Mr Bennet was already far too familiar with his wife's character to be surprised by anything she did, the conversation at the dinner table being no exception. Tonight, he meditated on the reactions of his Lizzy. It was a rare occurrence that he was unable to read her. This was one of them. She seemed distant, and even though she did not stop talking with him, he could sense her discomfort. He wondered whether it was simply an adverse reaction to her mother, or what she was trying to do.

As the conversation dried up, the ladies found themselves in need of entertainment. Elizabeth and Jane tried their hardest to play the part of hostess as their mother was not inclined to do so. They tried to cover up the awkward silences between the older ladies, as Kitty and Lydia were left to their own devices in a corner and Georgiana too scared to say much.

“Miss Darcy.” Elizabeth attempted to draw the girl into conversation. “How was…” She paused, trying to think of a topic. “your trip to London? Was it pleasant?”

Georgiana swallowed. “It was very pleasant. I…William took me…to the theatre. One night.”

Not wanting to be left out, Caroline interrupted. “Oh yes! It was so generous of Mr Darcy to invite us all. There is really a spectacular view from his box!” More than you or your Cheapside relatives can afford. She smirked.

“Do you like…Shakespeare, Miss Bennet?”

“I do indeed. My favourite has to be-“

She was cut off by a commotion in the corner that her youngest two sisters sat.

“Kitty! Lydia! Your manners! How will you ever get husbands? What will Mr Darcy think if he walked in?” Mrs Bennet frowned. “Look at Jane. She is to be married very well indeed.”

Caroline and Louisa shared a look. Just the thought of being associated with such a family was shameful. And now that the old witch had returned to the subject of weddings, there was nothing to stop her or her crude comments.

Elizabeth quickly excused herself from the room and went in search of her father.

Mr Bennet found in Darcy a kindred spirit. Neither liked social functions, but shared an interest of books. He reflected that the young man may not be as haughty as once perceived. Just shy and unable to communicate well with strangers.

A soft knock at the door disturbed the quiet of the study. Mr Bennet strode towards it, wondering who on earth it could be. He was soon faced with Elizabeth, looking incredibly agitated.

In hushed tones, she whispered “Papa, she is out of control.”

Upon hearing Elizabeth's voice, Darcy sat up a little straighter in his chair. He had stolen a few glances at her already, but it seemed that unless she was constantly with him, he would miss her like a man without an arm or a leg.

“I suppose that is a hint for us to join you?” Mr Bennet sighed. “Very well, my Lizzy, very well. We will be there shortly.”

“Thank you papa.”

Turning to the other men, he said, “I am afraid that we are needed in the lounge. It seems that I need to rescue my daughters from enduring more of their mother's tedious monologues.”

The rest of the Netherfield party's stay was drawn out at best. However, Lizzy discovered a hidden conversationalist behind Georgiana. Underneath that shy exterior was a young girl much in need of interaction between girls of similar age to herself. A hushed discussion was therefore held between the two, away from Miss Bingley and her near constant interruptions. Their attention was caught when Mrs Bennet began speaking loudly, again.

“Oh Jane! Have you told Mr Bingley of our trip to London on Saturday?”

Jane blushed and confessed that she had not. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. As if the couple had spent much time talking to each other.

“Oh, well. Jane and I are going to stay with my brother for a few days while we shop for Jane's wedding gown. I hope that…”

Mr Bingley's face fell as he heard this. Today is Thursday, he thought. So only a day until she would have to go. His heart sank. What were the chances that he would be able to see her again? A few days was a very long time for someone in love. A few days without seeing his beloved was just too much for Bingley to understand at that moment.

Elizabeth felt sorry for her future brother. The sad look he was now casting over at Jane looked exactly like a child who had been denied his favourite bonbon.

As Elizabeth sat in bed that night, she contemplated the passing of the evening. The words tedious and awkward would not even begin to describe it. The way Mr Darcy had been treated was appalling. No man deserved to be put upon in such a manner. Lydia and Mr Darcy. She cringed from the thought of it. Two people so different. How could her mother be so blind? But of course, Mrs Bennet's purposes for marrying off her daughters were purely mercenary. The richer the man the better.

The door opened and Jane entered the room.

“I though you would not be asleep yet.”

Lizzy laughed. “No, I could not even think about sleeping. Mamma was so terrible tonight.”

“She was. Poor Mr Darcy.” Jane looked intently at her younger sister. “Lizzy, do you…”

Elizabeth could guess what was coming. Do you have feelings for him? She had asked herself that very question many times. She had searched every part of her heart and decided that-

“Could we not discuss that?”

Jane looked concerned. “Lizzy-“

“Come with me to Meryton tomorrow.” Elizabeth said, suddenly remembering the plans she had made with Georgiana.

“Meryton?”

“On an errand Jane. Please trust me. We will go to Meryton to get some lace.”

Jane's eyes widened. Then she began to laugh. “Elizabeth Bennet, in Meryton, buying lace! I never thought I would see the day. What on earth brought on this idea?”

Lizzy rolled her eyes. “It is all for you dear sister. I do not did to buy lace any more than you do.”

Jane looked confused. “What…Lizzy, I do not understand.”

“Then you shall have to wait until tomorrow.” And with that she ushered her sister from her room.

Alone again, Elizabeth's musings took a different turn. Closing her eyes, she envisaged a certain gentleman's intense dark eyes and shivered at the flutters it brought to her stomach. His eyes were so expressive, showing every emotion behind the stony mask that he so often wore. She had already seen such a change in his behaviour. His reception of them at Pemberley was civil and he was a very attentive host. He even smiled, a phenomenon which had not been seen before. Lizzy remembered that dimples would appear when he did. Indeed he was a different man, one who was still very much in this lady's thoughts.

With that, she blew out her candle.

Chapter 3

The next morning was crisp and as the Bennet family sat down for breakfast, Elizabeth breached the subject of the planned excursion to her father.

“And with the ball at the assembly only a week away, papa, I thought I would go to Meryton with Jane to buy some lace.” Here, she took a small mouthful of bacon, waiting for her father's reaction.

Mr Bennet peered over the top of his newspaper. Lizzy shopping for lace? What is that girl up to? “Lace, Elizabeth?”

“Oh Elizabeth! What a good idea! I am sure there will be several eligible young men at the ball. Good girl! You will be married before you know it.”

Elizabeth cringed. “Mamma, I am simply going to buy-“

“Yes, and you must look your best for the ball! Oh, to think of it! Two daughters married!”

“Mrs Bennet, is it not a little early to be talking of marriage? Lizzy has not even bought her lace!” Mr Bennet shot a quizzical look at his daughter.

“Oh, I am sure she will attract a nice rich young man.”

Jane interrupted before her mother could go on. “Mamma, I am sure Lizzy will.”

“I will?” Lizzy looked shocked.

“Yes, so perhaps we should leave directly after breakfast.” Jane smiled reassuringly at her younger sister.

“All right, all right. Jane and Lizzy will go to Meryton this morning.” Mr Bennet rolled his eyes. “Rich young men indeed.”

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at her father. I knew it. Sneaky girl. He smiled, shook his head and returned to his newspaper. Now why are Kitty and Lydia not pestering me to let them go to Meryton?

As Darcy sat down for his breakfast, he noticed that his sister was uncharacteristically alert. Her brown eyes darted from her plate to him then back again several times during the time it took her to finish everything on her plate. Every time he spoke to her, she would jump, blush then answer even more hesitantly than she would usually have done.

“Georgie, are you well?”

She jumped again. “Yes, I am very well. I….

“If there is something bothering you-“

“I was wondering if we could explore more of the lanes here.” Georgiana blurted out. Finally over and done with. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Darcy frowned. “Of course, you only need to ask.”

“Fantastic idea!” Bingley chipped in. “The weather seems very nice this morning. Perhaps I can-“

“Oh no!” Georgiana cried. Realising her tone, she composed herself before continuing, “You must come with us.”

Darcy frowned. “He must?”

His sister nodded. “He must.”

“So…there is no possible way I could refuse?” Bingley looked confused.

“Absolutely not.”

After breakfast, the two sisters pulled on their pelisses, gloves and bonnets and left before Mrs Bennet could detain them with more advice on which kind of lace would suit Lizzy best. Walking out of Longbourn, Jane turned sternly to her sister-

“Lizzy, where are we going?”

“To Meryton, Jane! I must buy some lace so I can ensnare a wealthy gentleman.”

The girls giggled. “Lizzy! Do be serious.”

“Oh, I am perfectly serious. My life would be thus complete.”

“You are terrible!”

The pair wandered along the usual path to Meryton. Lizzy took the time to marvel at the beauty of winter. It was cold but with the sun shining brightly on them, she could not feel the chill. She smiled at her sister, who looked more confused than when she left the house.

Jane observed Elizabeth carefully. She knew her well enough to know that lace was definitely not in their plans. She just could not guess at what else was in store. She was shocked, therefore, when they just stopped. They were not even half way to the little town yet!

“Elizabeth, why, why have stopped?”

Her sister sat down on a large boulder and smiled sweetly.

“Lizzy.” Jane tried to sound cross. This failed miserably as she was not capable of expressing anger in a moment of extreme bewilderment.

He heard them before they came into view. Darcy looked suspiciously at his sister. She looked as if nothing was happening, as if it was just a chance meeting. But Darcy was not so sure of this. It would uncharacteristic for Georgiana to be so forward, especially in arranging such a meeting… So what was her insistence about a walk not half an hour ago? In a moment though, all thoughts in connection with conspiracy had left his head.

Bingley's mind had likewise gone very very blank. His previous thoughts of self pity and deep pain had completely disappeared. Like the sea washes sand from the beach, all his bleak musings melted away. They were replaced by a delirious sense of happiness that did not allow any room for any other rational thoughts. He glanced at Darcy. He also seemed as if he had lost the ability to think, speak and do anything remotely logical.

Contrary to Bingley's perception of his friend, Darcy did still have the ability to think, just not in a very gentlemanlike fashion. While one part of his brain told him to repress the thoughts running through his mind, the other was urging him to throw the dark haired beauty over his shoulder and make for Gretna Green as fast as he could.

At that moment, the two ladies were frozen in their jesting. Jane's look of astonishment at seeing her fiancé and Lizzy's own shock of seeing that Georgiana had brought her brother allowed a moments silence.

Georgiana was not sure how to react. It had been her idea and though, she admitted, it was all because she wished to know better the woman her brother is still hopelessly in love with, she had not quite thought of what the group would do next. She stole a look at Darcy out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be frozen with...Georgiana was not quite sure with what, but he certainly looked completely incapacitated. He most definitely would not be of much help. Mr Bingley was in a similar condition and so also could not be persuaded to propose any sensible ideas. Luckily for her, by the time she finished her observations and began to seriously panic about the situation the group had found themselves in, Elizabeth had recovered enough to choke out-

“Miss Darcy! What a surprise!” She stepped forward and curtseyed at her friend.

“Ah, Miss Bennet. This is…indeed a surprise. We had not, we did not expect any company.”

“Well my sister and I were planning to buy some lace in Meryton.” Elizabeth smiled. “Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, my brother and Mr Bingley and I…had hoped to…see more of the countryside here.” Georgiana looked pleadingly at her brother.

By this time, Mr Darcy had slightly recovered from his shock, or rather, two shocks. First was that Elizabeth, who was still constantly on his mind, was now standing a mere two feet away from him. The second, which had slowly dawned on him, was that his little sister might be involved in this “chance” meeting.

“William?”

His sister's voice penetrated his muddled mind. “Pardon?”

“May we accompany Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth to Meryton?” Georgiana looked hesitant. “I would very much…like to see the town. It sounds…delightful.”

Darcy blinked once, then blinked again. It was simple mathematics.

Meryton=Alone(Jane+Bingley)+Alone(Darcy+Georgiana+Elizabeth)

Alone(Jane+Bingley)+Meryton=Alone(Darcy+Georgiana+Elizabeth)

Alone(Jane+Bingley) cancels out.

Therefore, Meryton=Alone(Darcy+Georgiana+Elizabeth)

Elizabeth=raison d'ętre

Darcy+Elizabeth=Darcy happy

Therefore Meryton=Darcy happy

“Of course, if Bingley does not object.”

“No, no, not at all.” Bingley's smile was not threatening to swallow up his face. “I would love to go to Meryton. A little change in our plans will not do any harm.”

With that, the party set off. Elizabeth, Georgiana and Darcy led while Jane and Bingley lagged behind. Everyone was happy, especially Darcy. Being more than a head taller than the two women, he could subtly observe Elizabeth over his sister's head. The day was turning out to be very agreeable indeed!

“William, it was terrible forward of me to suggest this meeting. Are you angry with me?”

Darcy smiled. So she was involved! “Uh…Of course not, Georgie. I am happy you are making new acquaintances so quickly.”

Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief. She had been looking for a moment alone with her brother so she could determine his feelings on the subject. “I like Miss Elizabeth, but I fear that she may think ill of me. This sort of behaviour…”

“Miss Elizabeth agreed to this, did she not?”

“Of course! But…”

“Then do not concern yourself. I am sure you both had good interests at heart.”

Before more could be said, the other members of the group re-joined them.

“Are you sure you need ribbons, Lizzy?” Jane was asking.

“I am afraid mamma will not be happy with me if I only bought lace. She will ask what I did for the whole of the morning.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“Mamma means well Lizzy.” Jane smiled serenely.

Elizabeth laughed. “Trying to find me a husband?”

Darcy paled substantially at this. Find her a husband? Now? He felt physically sick at the thought of Elizabeth, his Elizabeth, marrying another man. He had two choices. The first was to determine her feelings for him, if they had changed at all since April, and the second was to forget her entirely and forgo the agony of her rejection again. He chose neither option, instead hoping against hope that Fate would just hold off the `other men' for long enough.

When his focus returned to the conversation, the upcoming assembly ball was being discussed.

“Do you think you will attend? It will be Friday next.”

Georgiana looked down. “I…did not know of the ball. But my brother and I have no fixed plans. As of yet.” She glanced at Bingley.

“Well, a ball could be…” He paused.

Elizabeth, knowing his train of thought quickly put in, “We expect Jane and mamma to return from London by then, or earlier.”

This brightened the man up. “Oh? In that case, it may be a nice opportunity to meet more of our neighbours. What do you think Darcy?”

“Uhm, yes. It sounds wonderful.” His lack of enthusiasm was not lost on this friend.

“Come Darcy! You are always so negative about these balls!”

“Am I?” Darcy remarked dryly. “I never noticed.”

This drew a laugh from Elizabeth that made Darcy's heart soften. He loved the sound of her laugh nearly as much as her singing. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, more so than any musical instrument playing any composers pieces. Concertos and airs were nothing compared to her.

When it came time to say their good byes, everyone was suitably contented. Though Bingley was deeply grieved that he would not be seeing his love for at least three days, he had at least been able to spend time with her without Mrs Bennet twittering over his shoulder. Georgiana got her wish of getting to know Elizabeth better and Elizabeth was able draw the girl out of her shell some more.

“Thank you Lizzy.” Jane said to her sister as they walked into Longbourn.

“You are quite welcome, but I must confess it was not my plan.”

“What on earth do you mean?”

Elizabeth just smiled. “I am glad you are happy Jane.”

Jane opened her mouth to speak but was cut off before she could begin by her mother.

“Jane! Lizzy! There you are. I was beginning to wonder whether you would come back at all.”

“Sorry mamma. I uh…I decided to buy some ribbons as well.”

Mrs Bennet's eyes brightened on hearing this. “Ribbons!” She screeched, “Clever girl! Let me see them.”

Elizabeth unwillingly showed her purchases. Under Mrs Bennet's scrutiny, the ribbons were approved one by one. The lace was not so lucky.

None were more contented than Darcy about the morning's events. Unlike Bingley, he did not know when he would see his love again, or whether or not she really was his. Nevertheless, his spirits were raised by her jesting and playful teasing, whether directed at himself or not. He was also very well pleased with the strong bond developing between the two most important people in his life. Georgiana rarely had the chance to converse with persons of a similar age to her and even rarer was the chance to converse with someone whose extensive knowledge of music and books actually allowed room for a sensible discussion. Much unlike some of the women they had met in London, whose idea of a wholesome discussion revolved around silly things of very little consequence.

Upon reaching his room, Darcy resolved to help Georgiana's friendship with Elizabeth as much as possible, even though he knew a part of him was being incredibly selfish in doing so. He sighed. The woman was bewitching. He simply could not tell if she felt more for him than an acquaintance. She certainly no longer hated him, he was sure of that. But anything more would be a fruitless guess. Her manners were easy enough to allow her to converse easily with anyone she should choose.

He let himself dwell on what she could possibly be feeling for a little longer. No more waiting, he told himself. The assembly ball would be his chance to make his feelings clear, in case she was in any doubt about them. With this, he set about conducting the rest of his business with the determination he hoped he would still have Friday next.

Chapter 4

Sitting next to her dozing mother in the carriage the next day, Jane reflected on the events of the past weeks. They had been hectic at best. Coupled with her mother's insistence that the wedding be as lavish as possible with every miniscule detail being planned, even with Jane's patient nature, the stress of her wedding was beginning to gnaw at her. Though she took pleasure in arranging her wedding, her mother's need for material things overrode anything she wished for. To be frank, Jane would have been quite content with a small, simple wedding. All that mattered to her was that Mr Bingley, Charles, would be her husband.

This brought her thoughts to another issue. As much as she loved Charles, she was still anxious about leaving Longbourn, her home for nearly two and twenty years. She knew she did not need to worry. Charles would be a wonderful, attentive husband, sweet and as amiable as he was now. No, her concerns were more for her sisters, Elizabeth in particular. Being so close in age, the sisters had been inseparable since the day Elizabeth was born. They would confide everything in each other. Jane did not want to lose the bond they shared because of her marriage and would miss their nightly discussions. However, she wanted nothing more than for her little sister to be as happy as she. To be able to find someone who she loved and who loved her in return. Jane wondered if that person was already someone of their acquaintance. As much as she tried, Elizabeth simply refused to answer any questions about the gentleman, either because she did not feel more than friendship for him, or because she was in complete denial of her feelings. Living with Elizabeth for twenty years allowed Jane plenty of opportunities to see that her sister, when she wanted to, could be as stubborn as a mule. Her opinions once formed were usually accurate and she would stand by those no matter what, disregarding the opinions of all that disagreed. Mr Darcy was an exception. He had shown Elizabeth that her prejudices against him were not correct and the pair had since developed a better relationship.

Lydia and Kitty were also a concern. They were often flighty and giggly, with no sense of how to behave in public. Jane hated to think ill of her sisters but she could not deny it. Lydia was spoilt by her mother, getting anything she wanted. Kitty followed Lydia despite being two years older. Jane hoped that if they spent more time with Elizabeth and herself, they would be encouraged to behave more sensibly. Jane also worried about Mary, but for a completely different reason. The middle Bennet daughter was the exact opposite of the youngest two. Mary Bennet was not in the slightest interested by balls, pretty gowns, or dancing. This greatly vexed their mother, who had made it her personal mission to have all of her daughters married. Jane was afraid that Mary was growing further and further away from her sisters. She rarely spoke to anyone and when they were in the same room together, her nose would, more often than not, be buried in a book.

Jane was shaken back into reality as the carriage pulled into the Four Seasons inn. She alighted from the carriage with her mother and set about arranging refreshments for the duration of their stay.

While Jane and Mrs Bennet were away, Elizabeth was left in charge of the household duties. Not being accustomed to this, she found it difficult at first. However, under the careful guidance of Mrs Hill, she was able to slip into the role more comfortably for the latter half of her mother and sister's absence. Mrs Hill had been an invaluable maid. She was almost like a mother figure to the girls and tolerated the brunt of many of Mrs Bennet's rants and hysterical fits.

The house seemed a lot quieter without Mrs Bennet, and Elizabeth even admitted to herself that she missed a little of the commotion (though she would obviously stubbornly deny this if anyone asked). Kitty and Lydia still bickered but were kept in check better by Elizabeth herself.

Mr Bennet, for one, was glad for the quiet. The youngest two would often leave the house for Meryton and pass a great deal of the day with their aunt Phillips. Mary would read or play the piano and Elizabeth, though he favoured her company above all, was invited to Netherfield herself on a few occasions and enjoyed being out in the fresh air more than being indoors. With the house almost completely to himself, Mr Bennet was able to enjoy his books and port in total peace. Bliss indeed!

Elizabeth's visits to Netherfield never lasted very long, but she did enjoy them despite Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst's sneers. She found more than ever in common with Georgiana and the pair became firm friends. Georgiana was now a lot more confident holding conversations with slightly large groups of people, and spoke much more frequently, and with more purpose, than she had when the two had first met.

What struck Elizabeth most about the days in which Jane was gone was that on her walks, she would often encounter Mr Darcy. She knew not what to think about their tęte-ŕ-tętes, but she found herself very much enjoying his company, as she had at Pemberley.

The thought of Pemberley brought a fresh wave of memories for Elizabeth.

Pemberley, July 1812

Elizabeth stood in the entrance hall waiting for her uncle to apply to the housekeeper. For her, first impressions were absolutely crucial and to Elizabeth, Pemberley was as close to perfect as perfect could be. She had had reservations about visiting the house, but after assurance from the servant at the inn that the family were from home, she happily agreed to a tour of the estate.

Pemberley did not disappoint. It was perfectly situated- its grounds dazzling and possibly covering most of Derbyshire! The lake in front of the house made it an ideal place to walk and the house itself was magnificent without being ostentatious. There were no fancy shaped trees outside the main entrance and all ornaments were tastefully chosen.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Gardiner, Miss Bennet. Shall we begin?” A woman in her forties approached. She introduced herself as Mrs Reynolds and proceeded to show the trio the rooms.

Elizabeth found herself thinking over and over, this all could have been mine, by now I may have been mistress of it all.. Each time, she had to shake her head and laugh at the situation's absurdity. Not three months ago did she reject his proposal and now she found herself standing in his home. Fate plays some very cruel tricks.

As the afternoon grew later, Fate seemed to get even crueller. Elizabeth blushed profusely at the perverseness of the meeting and cursed (in a very unladylike manner) under her breath. He, it seemed had returned early on business. Elizabeth knew not how to behave in his company. She wondered if he resented the harsh words she had thrown at him at Hunsford, if he resented her rejection, if he thought her obstinate, if… There were many questions running through her mind and only a few were answered. She was surprised, though not unhappily, by the welcome he gave her and her aunt and uncle. She dropped the name of where they lived in London, but it provoked no bad reaction. Instead, he inquired after where they were staying and whether Mr Gardiner enjoyed fishing, a gentleman through and through. Gone was the cold, severe man she remembered and in his place, a warm, gracious host.

How the transformation came about, Elizabeth did not know. However, she was glad of its happening and found herself easing into their conversation. There were no awkward silences and the topics flowed, everything from books to music to her tour of Derbyshire. The end of their visit, Mr Darcy had expressed the wish to introduce his sister to them. He also mentioned that he would be joined on the morrow by Mr Bingley, the Hursts and Miss Bingley. Elizabeth was happy to hear of Mr Bingley's arrival but the same could not be said about his sisters. She still harboured a deep resentment against them for separating Jane from the man she loved.

The next morning found Mr Darcy, his sister and Mr Bingley waiting on Elizabeth as she returned from her morning walk. Upon meeting Georgiana, Elizabeth thought her extremely shy, not at all proud like Mr Wickham had described. Mr Bingley had not changed one little bit, still incredibly happy and optimistic. He enquired after her parents and her sisters. Elizabeth did not miss the look of disappoint turning into joy when Elizabeth replied that all her sisters were at home but one- Lydia, her youngest sister was in Brighton. She hoped that this meant Mr Bingley still harboured feelings for her sister.

Soon, an invitation was extended for Elizabeth and the Gardiners to dine at Pemberley. For Elizabeth, the chance to make the acquaintance of Miss Darcy far outweighed the prospect of enduring an evening with the Bingley sisters. She was curious about the young girl. Having heard such different accounts of her, Elizabeth was keen to find out for herself what Miss Darcy was really like.

Thus, the next evening, Elizabeth and the Gardiners were seated in Pemberley's elegant dining room, or rather, one of its dining rooms. Mr Darcy had chosen this one specially. It was one of the smaller rooms but given the party's size, a grand room suitable for entertaining more guests would hardly have been appropriate. Elizabeth thought that the room was probably bigger Longbourn's dining room and two lounges put together. It was stylish and simple, a beautiful chandelier hung over their heads but it was in no way overbearing.

The meal was pleasant for the most part. The food was exquisite (Mr Darcy's cook had outdone herself yet again) and the conversation mostly flowed. Miss Bingley, who was not happy with the seating arrangements (for she was seated in the middle of the table next to Mrs Gardiner), was also fuming that she was not close enough to the hosts. With the added displeasure of dining with such common, low class people, she could not help but belittle the couple who resided in Cheapside.

“Pemberley,” She was saying, “is the grandest estate in my opinion. The decoration is absolutely beautiful and the views! Oh, would you not love to live here?”

Elizabeth frowned. She knew what Miss Bingley was thinking. Cheapside. She looked down her nose at anyone who was not equal to her in social standing and in wealth and thought herself far above the Gardiners. Even so, all her gushing must be for another purpose. Elizabeth looked down the table at Mr Darcy. He seemed as if he was not paying any attention, Elizabeth assumed it was because he had heard the same praise many times before.

“Though Pemberley's luxury must be something you are quite unaccustomed to.” And there it was, the killer line.

Bingley shot up in his seat. “Caroline!”

Mrs Gardiner quickly replied with a smile, “Oh yes, Pemberley is indeed very grand and one would be very privileged to live in a home like this. However, I myself prefer smaller households. They are far easier to run, as you will no doubt discover when you have house full of children!”

Within a moment, Miss Bingley's attack had been effectively annihilated with no further insults and Mrs Gardiner had not even lost her friendly countenance. This highlighted exactly why Elizabeth was so much closer to her aunt than her mother. Mrs Gardiner was not born of a high social class but she had grace and style and Elizabeth could always turn to her for advice. The two frequently exchanged letters and Elizabeth felt that there could be no secrets between them. In the same situation, Mrs Bennet would shriek and say in a very loud whisper how nice everything looked and how nice it would be for one of her daughters to become mistress of the estate. For this reason, Elizabeth was infinitely glad her mother was not touring with them.

After dinner, the men and women separated, but only for a very short period. The gentlemen soon returned and requested for some music. Georgiana asked if Elizabeth would play `Voi Che Sapete', which the latter immediately agreed to, after all it was one of the pieces she had been practising before leaving Hertfordshire. Though Elizabeth played it well, she stumbled in the harder passages and felt that Miss Darcy's heartfelt praise was undeservedly given. She was also extremely disconcerted by Mr Darcy's look. She peeked out of the corner of her eye at Mr Darcy as she played. Tell me what love is. His eyes did not leave her for a second and even when she was not glancing at him, she could still feel his gaze. A blush spread over her cheeks which did not disappear for some time. What can it be?

Unfortunately, they did not see Mr Darcy again as he had rushed to London on business. Elizabeth now knew that he was actually heading for Meryton with the intent of exposing Wickham for who he really was. Of course, no one else knew of this and though Miss Darcy was a gracious host (if somewhat shy), she found it difficult to entertain her guests with the confidence her brother had.

With a heavy heart, Elizabeth departed from Lambton and continued the tour of Derbyshire. She was sorry that she was not able to converse more with Mr Darcy and the rest of the countryside held little interest to her afterwards.

Longbourn, December 1812

When Jane returned from London on Wednesday, she looked tired and begged to retire to her room. That night, Elizabeth decided to enquire after her sister's health.

“I am well Lizzy, truly. The journey just tired me greatly and having taken a nap, I feel much better.”

“How were our aunt and uncle Gardiner?”

“They were well, and our cousins are as demanding as ever!”

Elizabeth smiled. Jane's disposition made her a favourite with the Gardiner children. She was so caring that each was given special attention and each so completely spoiled that, when she was in the room, or in the house, the children would not rest until she played with them.

“And your purchases?”

“Oh Lizzy! The dress is beautiful! So delicately embroidered…” Jane paused, “though there were a few things mamma made me buy that I do not particularly care for.”

“Such as…?” Elizabeth pressed.

Jane looked uncomfortable. “Mamma says it is in preparation for…my wedding night.” Instead of attempting to explain, Jane went to find the article of clothing in question.

Elizabeth could not suppress her laughter, even with the stricken look on Jane's face. “I am sorry, Jane. But.” Tears ran down her cheeks. Jane waited patiently until her younger sister could talk again. “That material is almost…”

“Yes, which is why mamma insisted that I buy it.”

“Wouldn't you be awfully cold in it?”

Jane had to laugh at this. “It is terribly inconvenient, is it not?”

Elizabeth decided to look more closely that the nightdress. “It is very pretty I grant you. But what was mamma thinking?”

Jane blushed so deeply that Elizabeth understood immediately. She could do not more that reply with a little “oh”.

Indeed Mrs Bennet had thought of every possible thing.

Friday had come all too quickly. One moment, Darcy was thinking he would have two whole days to prepare and the next, he only had two hours. He grimaced as he inspected his appearance in the mirror. It will do.

He had allowed his sister to attend the ball, a rare exception. She was not yet out in society but since she pleaded and begged to go, he could not but agree to it. Her shy nature meant the task of being in a room with more than four or five other people was sometimes a little too much to bear. Thus, she rarely attended social gatherings unless she really had to. This one must be special to rouse her interest. Besides, it would be another opportunity for her to make new friends and meet new people. It would improve her confidence around strangers and moreover prepare her for her own ball which would be held in honour of her coming out, which Darcy hoped would be soon. Darcy saw no harm in letting his sister see a little of what a ball held for girls her age, especially with him there as a chaperone.

As he descended the stairs to the entrance hall, he was met by Bingley, already set with a little bounce in his step and a huge grin on his face.

“Careful the wind does not change. Your face may stay that way forever.”

Bingley merely laughed. “I could not care less, Darce. My angel will be there tonight.”

Darcy looked to the heavens. Typical Bingley behaviour. The two men were soon joined by Georgiana and the Hursts but were forced to wait no less than twenty minutes before Caroline appeared. She was wearing an orange silk dress with green trim, puffy sleeves and what looked like a dead peacock on her head. Darcy eyed the feathers sceptically. What an unfortunate ending for a bird.

The Meryton assembly hall was full of people, most eager to dance (in other words, Lydia and Kitty). It was already half full when the Bennets arrived. Although Mrs Bennet had insisted upon arriving early, unforeseen trouble with the carriage meant they were unfortunately delayed. This greatly irritated Mrs Bennet as she had hoped to ensure that her daughters were noticed, especially by any rich, single men who happened to be attending, and the rest of the family heard about her annoyance for the entirety of the journey.

The eldest Bennet daughters soon left their mother's side and stood together, waiting on the Netherfield party to arrive. Whilst they waited and peered around the hall for familiar faces, Elizabeth turned to Jane and said, “I will not be surprised if your dance card is full before the first reel begins.” She glanced around meaningfully at the men around them, who were eying Jane with will-mannered interest.

Jane laughed. “Do not tease me so Lizzy! Of course it will not be.”

“It will, dear sister! Though I will wager that no man will ask for the privilege of the first dance.”

Jane blinked.

“You do realise your Mr Bingley will want to claim the first, everyone will be sure of that!”

“Elizabeth! Do not assume-“

“But I do assume! I-“ She was cut off as Mr Clark, one of their uncle's acquaintances approached them.

“Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth. I hope I find you both well.”

The sisters curtseyed and Elizabeth decided to answer, “Yes sir, we are well.”

“Good, good.” Mr Clark looked intently at Jane. “I…wish to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials, Miss Bennet. I have been away in London due to business and only returned Tuesday last.“

Jane smiled and thanked the gentleman.

“Then, Miss Elizabeth, will you do me the honour of dancing the first with me? And Miss Bennet, perhaps the second?”

Jane accepted happily. Elizabeth looked sideways at her sister. “I…yes, I thank you.” I told you so.

Jane shot back another look. He is only one man.

“Thank you.” Mr Clark bowed and turned away to speak with Sir Lucas, whose shouts of “Capital! Capital!” could, as usual, be heard by the whole room.

Within the next five minutes, Mrs Bennet had successfully introduced another two men to her eldest two, but it was mainly for Elizabeth's benefit. Again, none of them asked for the honour of the first dance with Jane and Elizabeth suddenly found herself dancing the first three sets. She endured Mrs Bennet's blatant attempts at matchmaking and tried her best to be civil.

When the Bingley party finally arrived, Jane and Elizabeth slowly made their way over and exchanged greetings.

“Is you first dance taken, Miss Bennet?” Mr Bingley looked hopeful.

Jane blushed and replied that it was not.

“Then would you do me the honour of standing up with me?”

“Of course.” Jane smiled.

“And Miss Elizabeth, will you stand up with me for the second?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Sir, my first three dances are full. But you may have the fourth.”

Darcy's jaw dropped. Three dances full? I've only just got here! I knew I should have asked for the first before today. Idiot!

Once the dances were in full swing, Darcy could do no more than stare intently at his beloved. Nearly all her sets were taken and he could not bring himself to ask for a dance. His mood grew steadily darker.

Georgiana stood close to him and noted his displeasure at watching Elizabeth dancing. “Brother, may I go and speak with Eliz- Miss Bennet?”

Darcy nodded in approval and watched darkly as his sister made her way over. He was jealous of anyone who had the opportunity to converse with her, dance with her, be close to her. His countenance grew darker still when the gentleman who she danced the first reel with returned to ask for another.

Mrs Bennet was fanning herself violently. So much interest in Elizabeth, especially from Mr Clark. He was a well-respected businessman and quite rich. There is hope for Elizabeth yet! She could barely contain her excitement when said gentleman returned to ask for another dance. She squealed and gloated to all her friends until they could take no more and not so subtly changed the subject.

Elizabeth declined another dance with Mr Clark, laughing that she had already over exerted herself and would be grateful for a much needed rest. The pair were joined by Miss Darcy. Introductions were made and Mr Clark begged to be excused and left the two ladies.

Georgiana watched him go. “Mr Clark seems to have-“

“Miss Darcy, please no. I will have enough speculation from my mother!” Deciding to find something less awkward to talk about, Elizabeth continued, “Does the ball please you Miss Darcy?”

“It does. The music is lively and everyone is very happy. I like the atmosphere here, it is very light and not at all solemn! I had always thought balls to be very dull. I only wish I could dance as well.”

“Why do you not dance with your brother?”

Georgiana looked over at her sulky sibling. Elizabeth followed her gaze. “Frightening, is he not?”

Georgiana looked shocked. “Fitzwilliam, frightening? I do not think so. He is…just a little out of spirits today.”

Elizabeth laughed. “He is always out of spirits at balls.”

“I think he dislikes large gatherings like this as much as I do.”

“Perhaps, but you certainly do not stand about looking like that.” Elizabeth giggled and despite herself Georgiana joined in. She had to admit, her brother did not do himself any favours by frowning so darkly at the room.

Darcy was not happy. Not happy at all. However, his spirits were slightly, very slightly lifted when she refused a second dance from that man. He scowled. Darcy does not like to share. He closed his eyes in frustration and rubbed his temples. Why could he not just approach her and ask? He heaved a sigh and opened his eyes. To his utter annoyance, Elizabeth had disappeared from his sight. She was absolutely nowhere to be seen. He was contemplating leaving the assembly when an impertinent voice behind him said-

“Mr Darcy, if you persist in staring about the room in that manner, I am afraid you will scare everyone away.”

Darcy could not believe his ears. Turning around, he found himself looking down at the most beautiful creature in the entire world. He was momentarily speechless.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Such an articulate man could hardly be lost for words Mr Darcy. And here I thought you were a man of no flaws.”

Darcy was sorely tempted to kiss the cheeky smirk off her face. Reeling himself in, he settled for taking advantage of the situation and asked, “May I have the honour of the next dance?”

Chapter 5

Miss Bingley was seriously displeased. Not only had Mr Darcy not asked her for a dance, but she herself had been approached by several commoners. As if she, Caroline Bingley would ever dance with such low born country men. She had standards, and that meant Fitzwilliam Darcy. However, that gentleman did not seem inclined to dance. As usual, he had tucked himself away in some corner of the room, avoiding anyone and everyone.

Mr Darcy was certainly an enigma. Caroline could not for the life of her figure out why the man did not just ask for her hand. She was a handsome woman of unparalleled fashion sense and a high social status. She knew how to behave at social functions, unlike some country girls. She looked over to where Lydia and Kitty were dancing. A total lack of propriety and decorum, and very common behaviour. She would never act in such a way. No, she is dignified, and besides, she has a certain air about her, one which clearly suggests `mistress of Pemberley'.

Caroline had made it her business to marry Mr Darcy. His wealth and status made him an ideal catch and she would be able to live in the level of comfort she was used to. She sighed. Finery, silk, jewels… All this and more came with the title of Mrs Darcy. Mrs Caroline Darcy. How well that sounded! She would be one of the wealthiest women in England and she would certainly make sure that everyone knew it.

Yes, Caroline Bingley was very optimistic, but she had no reason to not be. Eliza Bennet was undoubtedly a temporary infatuation. Caroline was no stranger to the politics of marriage. She was certain that once she had provided Mr Darcy with an heir, she would do no more than enjoy the luxuries life as a Darcy had to offer. However, one aspect of this that did not entice Caroline was the thought of being with child. She had worked hard to ensure that her waist was a petit 17 inches. The process of child bearing would no doubt change this and everyone knows that having a thick waist is not something one should be proud of.

Caroline knew that men often took mistresses when they tired of their wives. She was not concerned as long as he was discreet, as it would most probably stop her husband from coming to her every night. Though Mr Darcy was a handsome man, Caroline very much doubted she would enjoy those wifely duties. Therefore, the sooner an heir was born the better.

Even though Caroline was busy planning her future to the tiniest detail, a small commotion was taking place amongst the other residents of Meryton which did not escape her notice.

Mrs Bennet nearly choked on the piece of fruit she had just put into her mouth. She wondered if her eyesight was indeed failing. She blinked, looked, then blinked again. No, she could not have been mistaken, but it just cannot be. Therefore, when she attempted to comment, she was caught between swallowing that grape and speaking, she coughed until she was red in the face. I must speak to that girl! she thought.

Darcy was well aware of the attention they were receiving as he finally walked onto the dance floor with his reward but he found that he could not care less. The smile on his face resembled that of a cat, who had just cleverly found the chance to eat a canary without being caught, and was then lucky enough to be given an extremely large bowl of cream and a nice spot in the sun. Suffice to say, he was very happy.

He had held his breath when he said those words. Would she reject him? Would she accept? All possible scenarios had passed though his mind, from her rejection and taunting laugh to a stinging slap. However, her answer, though it took some time for her to formulate, was one that caused his whole face to light up.

Elizabeth was, to say the least, incredibly surprised. However, she happily accepted the offer of dancing the next with Mr Darcy. During the dance, they were able to converse a little more. She noted that he was making an effort to keep the conversation flowing and had even begun to tease her back. Elizabeth smiled. This was the Darcy she liked. He was at ease and in fact had very pleasing manners. So busy was Elizabeth trying to catch a glimpse of the rarely seen dimples Mr Darcy possessed (she could see them when he smiled), that she was slightly flustered when the object of her musings asked-

“Surely we should have some conversation, Miss Bennet, a very little will suffice. “

Elizabeth laughed, remembering their first dance together. “But sir, I have already spoken about the music and the number of couples. Perhaps you should pass comment on the elegant decorations, or perhaps the suitability of this place for this particular ball?”

“Of course,” the gentleman replied as they moved towards then away from each other. “you are correct. I believe the paintings give the place a more distinctive air and it is the most fitting. There, now it is your turn.”

Elizabeth hid her smile, but it was betrayed in her voice. “Is it, sir? I would not say that qualified for conversation.”

“Does it not? Then I must have been mistaken in the past, for I thought it would have been quite adequate. Let me express my heartfelt apologies and my thanks to you for correcting my misunderstanding.”

At this, Elizabeth's mirth spilled forth. “How different this is to our first dance together.”

Darcy smiled. “And you should certainly smile more often Mr Darcy.”

He blanched. Is she- He was not allowed time to finish this thought as the musicians played the final chords signalling the end of their dance. Like a true gentleman, he led his lady back to the side of the room where he had been standing, sulking, not ten minutes ago.

Georgiana beamed as her brother approached. He looked stupidly happy, and she was just as glad. For all his moodiness earlier in the evening, it was a nice change to see him so relaxed, especially since he was never comfortable while in company with strangers.

The rest of the ball was spent in conversation, but Darcy was glad of one thing, and that was that Mr Clark had not returned to claim Elizabeth for another dance. Instead, he watched as his sister confidently controlled conversations with Elizabeth and her sisters. He found that Kitty Bennet really was not so silly when she was not with her younger sister Lydia and that Mary Bennet had quite a taste for books. While it was not his intention to establish himself within her family (not initially anyway), Darcy found that he did enjoy their conversations. By the end of the ball, he had spoken to nearly every single member of Elizabeth's family, something which he was extremely proud to have achieved.

Although he did not dance the last of the evening with Elizabeth (she always saved it for her father), Darcy was content. As he took to the floor with Georgiana, he could not help but marvel at how his baby sister had taken to the situation. She conversed with confidence and elegance, she was civil, but above all, he realised that she was quickly leaving girlhood and becoming a young woman. He was glad to see that she was overcoming the incident at Ramsgate and able to let slowly breakdown that wall that she had built so solidly around herself.

In the months after Wickham had left, Georgiana was pale and withdrawn, a mere shadow of her former self. Gone was the bubbly child and in her place rose a creature who favoured solitude to company. Even he, whom she looked up to almost as a father could do nothing but watch helplessly. He had tried every possible method, but none worked. However, as they say, time is a great healer and with time, he was able to find her a new companion and the three removed to the ton to pass the season. Although she tried to assure him of her happiness, Darcy knew she still suffered. Georgiana was a sensitive girl and she was not ignorant of the possible consequences of her actions. Darcy knew she blamed herself for disappointing him in such a way.

In Hertfordshire, he saw a completely different person. Here, she had friends of her own age and he hoped that they would help to bring back the girl she was before the whole horrible incident had happened. Although he had reservations about the other Bennet sisters, he was happily surprised at Kitty and Mary as they exceeded his expectations. Catherine Bennet may even make a good companion for Georgiana!

When the ball ended, the Bennets and the Bingley party were last to leave. Mr Bingley extended an invitation for his future family to dine at Netherfield in three days time. This was happily accepted, though none was happier than Mrs Bennet, who could once again input her opinions on how the place should be re-decorated when Jane becomes its mistress.

When Mrs Bennet tried to badger Elizabeth about the events of the Meryton ball, she evaded the conversation by going out for a very long walk. She was not ready to admit to herself what had transpired between them during their dance and was mortified when she thought of what she had said to him just before the dance ended. She still did not know what to make of his attentions. A man would never attempt to court a woman who had so heartlessly rejected his proposal then catalogued his failures. Thus on this subject, Elizabeth remained as confused as ever.

The two days after the Meryton assembly ball passed quickly and soon, all the Bennet girls were in their rooms preparing their toilet for the upcoming evening dinner. When Elizabeth entered Jane's room she found he sister looking radiant (when did she not?) in a pale blue gown. Lucy, the maid whom the eldest two sisters shared was busy putting the finishing touches to Jane's hair. Tonight, she would have ribbons and beads woven in and out of her golden locks.

“Jane, you look magnificent!” Elizabeth cried. “Mr Bingley will not even be able to utter a single word upon seeing you.”

Jane blushed and thanked her demurely. As usual, she put this down to Lucy's attentions and immediately insisted that the maid attend to her younger sister's hair, which was still flowing freely down her back.

Lizzy smiled. Only Jane would be capable of such a speech. Her youngest sisters (Lydia in particular) would never sacrifice a maid and would in fact require the assistance of at least four others to help her dress for such an event. When Jane finally coaxed Elizabeth out of her room (closely followed by Lucy) it was fast approaching time for them to leave the house.

“Elizabeth!” Came the screech. “Why is your hair still not done? Oh, you delight in vexing me. My poor nerves! How on earth will we leave the house in time? Oh!” And off she went, crying out and waving her lace handkerchief in search of her other daughters.

Lizzy rolled her eyes, making Lucy giggle. Suddenly the maid exclaimed that she would have to hurry if Miss Elizabeth's hair was to be done at all and with that, the two entered Elizabeth's room.

Bingley was waiting in anticipation for the arrival of the Bennets, but the same could not be said for his sisters. Miss Bingley was displeased that Mr Darcy had danced with Eliza Bennet the evening of the ball and Mrs Hurst was disgruntled that the house was soon to be over run with Bennets.

When they were announced, the occupants of the room stood to greet their guests. Georgiana quickly sought out Kitty and Elizabeth, while Bingley walked forward to lead his betrothed to a seat beside him. Darcy was also happily engaged staring into a pair of beautiful deep blue eyes. He was totally mesmerised and could not avert his eyes from hers. This exchange was not lost of Mr Bennet and he mused over when his daughter could have possibly had such a change in feelings towards the man.

Mrs Bennet was as embarrassing as ever. When asked her opinion of the room in which they were seated, she declared very loudly-

“Oh, it is quite pretty but the colours are hideous. When Jane becomes mistress of Netherfield, I have no doubt that she will want to change this particular room.”

Miss Bingley quickly turned a deep shade of purple, clashing horribly with her dress. Hideous? Why she had chosen the very colours for the room and thought it very pretty. The woman obviously knew nothing about flair and style, who is she to pass such a comment on Caroline Bingley's good taste? Instead of replying to such an insult, Miss Bingley sniffed loudly and turned her attention to Darcy who (to her utter astonishment) was engaged in conversation with Mr Bennet and that quiet one who has not a musical bone in her body, Margaret or something. She hurried over to rescue him.

Darcy was having quite a debate with Mr Bennet when Miss Bingley barged in. He found him to possess a quick mind and a dry sense of humour and found him to have read many of the same books as himself. It was on this then that they were talking when suddenly-

“Mr Darcy! There you are! I was so-“

At this point he stopped listening. Caroline Bingley's voice became nothing but a bussing sound in his ear. He looked over at Mr Bennet and heaved a sigh. The older gentleman was actually looking rather amused at his predicament and allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up ever so slightly. When Darcy turned his attention back to Miss Bingley, she was nearing the end of her speech.

“-and how delightful! I dare say the theatre is one of the delights in life that only one with good taste can savour. Do you not agree Mr Darcy?”

Hoping he had not missed anything of importance, he replied, “Any savage can watch a play, Miss Bingley.”

And with that the discussion of ______ resumed, leaving Miss Bingley incensed and without a thing to say about it.

Dinner at Netherfield was an awkward affair. Like the dinner party at Longbourn, Mrs Bennet dominated the conversation and repeatedly hinted that her remaining unattached daughters should be introduced to as many rich men as possible. While Elizabeth felt embarrassed, she tried not to listen and focused all her attentions on conversing with Miss Darcy and Kitty.

For Elizabeth, the evening passed slowly and incredibly painfully. Her family seemed intent on embarrassing her, Mrs Bennet especially. However, she was exceptionally proud of both Kitty and Mary for before that night, they had never been so mature and even elegant. She resolved to spend much more time with them in the future to encourage this sort of behaviour.

Jane's wedding to Mr Bingley was fast approaching and during the days that led up to it, Longbourn was thrown into utter chaos. As last minute preparations and decorations were being finalised, Jane and Elizabeth found little time to spend the last of their days together as Bennet daughters. The Gardiners arrived three days before the wedding and the house became even more crowded. However, Elizabeth saw this as a delightful blessing. Her young cousins were excessively diverting and she also had many opportunities to spend time with her aunt. Thus, the week passed quickly and Elizabeth soon found herself sitting alone in her room on the eve of Jane's wedding.

Elizabeth was sad that her most beloved sister would soon be leaving the house, even though she would only be three miles away. It was with this mind frame then that she tiptoed into her elder sister's room. She had meant to speak with her sister much sooner but Jane was so busy with the wedding that she was often asleep long before Elizabeth entered her room. However, the eve of Jane's wedding was to be different. After she was sure Mrs Bennet had gone to bed, Elizabeth slipped into her sister's room.

“Jane?”

“Lizzy!” Jane smiled with relief.

Elizabeth frowned. “Jane, are you well?”

“I am. I just… Mamma came to speak with me earlier.”

No further elaboration was needed. Mrs Bennet had no doubt passed on her wisdom of “wifely duties” on to Jane. Elizabeth shuddered to have to endure the very same talk when and if her time came.

“Think nothing of it Jane.”

“Lizzy, the things she said… I do not know what to believe.” Jane looked down at her hands.

Elizabeth thought for a moment before rising from the bed. When the door opened a few minutes later, it was not Elizabeth, but Mrs Gardiner. At first, Jane looked confused but this soon disappeared when she realised the reason. Their aunt Gardiner was very close to Elizabeth and Jane knew that Elizabeth saw her more as a mother figure than their own.

“Aunt,” Jane smiled. “Thank you for coming, it is very late.”

Madeline Gardiner looked affectionately down at her niece. Jane, so full of sweetness did not need Mrs Bennet's perception on married life. She did not know what she had been told, but the poor girl looked frightened beyond belief and as if she was going being executed, never mind get married! She sat down on the bed and said-

“Tell me what is worrying you, Jane.”

Jane cast her eyes down and took a deep breath. “Mamma said some terrible things about the future of every marriage. She… I do not understand it. She says it is common practice for men to take a mistress when they have an heir and are bored with their wives. I…I do not wish for this, I hope…”

“My dear Jane, I no not what you mother has been telling you in detail but all I can say is trust your Mr Bingley, trust his love and you will have nothing to fear. Not all men take mistresses, only the ones who do not marry for love. From what I can see, Mr Bingley is as much in love with you as you are with him. He will have no need for a mistress.”

Jane visibly relaxed at this. Mr and Mrs Gardiner's marriage was one which she hoped hers would be like. They were still very much in love and in their marriage, they are equals. Sometimes, they did not even need to speak to be able to communicate their thoughts. If my marriage was even half of theirs… Jane beamed. Of course it will! How silly I have been to think otherwise.

“Thank you aunt, I hope I will make him a good wife.”

Mrs Gardiner smiled reassuringly. “I am sure you will be. Now let us allow your sister to join us, I have no doubt she still has much to say.”

Jane nodded and moved to open the door. She found Elizabeth sitting on the floor cross-legged. When all three were seated comfortably, Mrs Gardiner continued to entertain the girls by telling them of her and Mr Gardiner's courtship. Elizabeth and Jane tried hard to be quiet so as not to awake the rest of the house. At length, Mrs Gardiner rose.

“It is very late; do not stay up too long. We would not want the bride and her bridesmaid falling asleep at the altar tomorrow!” And with that, she bid her good nights and left the sisters alone.

Elizabeth had been dreading this moment. It was the last night they would be able sit together talking until the small hours of the morning. A sudden wave of sadness washed over the room. It was Jane who spoke first.

“I will miss you Lizzy.”

“You will do no such thing!” Elizabeth cried. “We will see each other nearly every day and if mamma has her way, I am sure you will be sick of the sight of us at Netherfield.”

Jane laughed softly. “I will miss not being able to talk with you. I fear Netherfield will seem very big and empty compared to Longbourn.”

“We will still talk, Jane. Just…perhaps not as much as before.” When she looked up, Elizabeth had tears in her eyes. “Oh, I wish you all the happiness in the world!”

The sisters embraced, both girls doing their best to suppress the tears that threatened.

“Now let us say no more. Come, you must get some sleep.” Elizabeth said, trying to make light of the situation. “I do not want to hold you up tomorrow morning.”

With a final hug, the sisters parted. Their final night together proved emotional and exhausting. However, one thing was for sure. Both sisters were determined that their good relationship should continue, regardless of the fact that Jane would soon become Mrs Bingley. Slumber came easily after the talk but it did not dispel the sadness that accompanied the joyous occasion.

Then night faded into dawn, the day when Longbourn would lose one of its daughters finally arrived. Jane and Elizabeth did not need to speak that morning. A smile was enough to communicate the joy and sorrow.

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