The Power of Love ~ Section I

By Denise M.

Section I, Next Section

Chapter One

Posted on Thursday, 15 April 2004

Darcy sat in the chair in his room shaking his head as he was lost in his thoughts of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. “When is this woman leaving and how do I get her out of my head?” he thought.

“Ahem.”

Darcy's valet tried to discreetly gain his master's attention but Darcy continued to stare into space. Further he prayed, “When she leaves today, I'm sure I will get over this temporary infatuation. I must. I cannot let this woman with her lack of connections and that awful mother get the better of me. No matter how captivating her eyes or the fullness of her lips or the swell of her …”

“Mr. Darcy? Are you ready for your shave now, Sir?”

Darcy snapped out of his trance.

“Uh, yes, Christian. Let's get on with the morning's shave. Thank you.”

Christian wasn't used to seeing his master so inattentive, although there were those days following the visit to Ramsgate.

Darcy had thought that being late to breakfast this morning might save him from once again looking into the bewitching eyes of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. He never would have imagined that he would find himself in such danger from one of the local gentlewomen but Miss Bennet had proven herself to be utterly enchanting and he wanted to be free of her as soon as possible. Now he was in the unlikely position of being grateful for the time when Miss Bingley no longer had the Bennets as a distraction and could devote more time to pursuing him. Darcy knew he was in no danger of developing the affection and respect for Miss Bingley, he believed necessary for a successful marriage. No, he was better off left for weeks in the company of the not in the least tempting Miss Bingley than another day with Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

He sighed. Christian frowned and momentarily paused his razor in midair, waiting for his master to settle down. Eventually, Darcy saw the wisdom of sitting still rather than risking a nasty cut and Christian was able to complete the job.

As Christian was buttoning the waistcoat, out of the corner of his eyes Darcy caught movement out of his window and noticed the Bingley carriage pulling away from the house. He caught a of glimpse of Miss Jane Bennet in the carriage and was flush with his relief. He now hurried downstairs for breakfast. He determined that a good ride would clear his head and be the perfect exercise for the morning.

In the dining room, Miss Bingley was awaiting him where she'd been holding court with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy, I'm afraid your late arrival means you have missed the opportunity to see our guests off. Surely you will be missing Miss Eliza with her fine eyes and pert opinions.”

“I dare say it will be a loss, Miss Bingley, but, you and I will have to persevere.”

The reply momentarily silenced Miss Bingley.

Bingley returned to the dining room looking a bit starry-eyed. Darcy felt his superiority with certainty that at least his affection was not so apparent to all around him.

Miss Bingley continued to assault the character of the Bennet sisters in an effort to assert her supremacy. When it appeared she could not get assent on there being any problem with the Bennet sisters - Charles positively proclaiming Jane an angel and Elizabeth charming - she moved on to the more obvious target, Mrs. Bennet. There was little that could be said in defense of this woman and still Charles managed to find something. He insisted that she only cared for the well-being of her daughters and that there should be no fault found in that.

Of course, Miss Bingley hit her intended mark when she proclaimed them to be of a lower class with close relatives in trade, but Darcy's placid demeanor did not give him away. That left Miss Bingley frustrated and more unsure of his regard than usual. After Bingley and Darcy left for their ride, Miss Bingley turned to her sister, Louisa, for reassurance.

“Louisa, you don't think that Mr. Darcy could succumb to Miss Eliza Bennet's limited charms, do you? I mean she is a country nobody and nothing compared to me but I am not sure that he's not been snared by her charms and obviously flirtations.”

“Oh, no, Caroline. Mr. Darcy is much too clever for that and he will marry a woman who can be the type of mistress he needs for such a grand estate as Pemberley. Miss Eliza Bennet could never be the proper mistress for that estate nor could she influence dear Miss Darcy to make the most of her charms and capture the right sort of husband. I am quite sure Mr. Darcy would not want the influence of someone like Miss Bennet on his sister.”

“Of course, you are right Louisa but there must be something I can do to make Mr. Darcy understand sooner rather than later that I am the right woman to be his wife and the mistress of Pemberley. I don't like the attention he has shown this little strumpet and would hate to see all of my hard work be for naught because he loses his mind, the way men are wont to do from time to time, over the lively Miss Eliza Bennet. I simply can't lose such a good match, and one I have spent the last two years pursuing, to someone like her.”

“My dear sister, calm yourself. You dress better, in the latest fashions while she is in simple country dresses you wouldn't wear if you were down to your last farthing. Your talents on the pianoforte are far superior to hers. You have such a fine figure and face with a good, aristocratic nose and I believe her figure is a little too round. And most importantly, you travel in the first circles and know all of the important people in town. How could you possibly lose out to Miss Eliza Bennet? Do be serious!”

At that point, Mr. Hurst snorted so loudly that he woke himself. The ladies agreed to part until later in the afternoon and Miss Bingley headed for the music room where she practiced for over an hour and thought of her plan to make Mr. Darcy hers.

Chapter Two

In the days following their return home, Jane and Elizabeth had daily tête a têtes about the gentlemen at Netherfield. Lizzy was certain Mr. Bingley was falling in love with Jane. Jane's modesty would not permit her to accept that was truly happening but admitted she had a great deal of admiration for Mr. Bingley. On the other hand, Jane was certain that Mr. Darcy held a tender regard for Lizzy. Everything that Lizzy related about her time at Netherfield while Jane was in bed ill, in addition to what Jane was able to personally observe, convinced Jane that Mr. Darcy was struggling with his feelings for her sister. Elizabeth feelings regarding Mr. Darcy were still overly influenced by a poorly conceived comment made by Mr. Darcy at their first meeting at the local assembly.

“Lizzy, it is unfortunate that he made that abominable remark about your not being pretty enough to tempt him, but all of his looks and comments since have shown him to be very tempted, indeed. And be sensible. Anyone should be permitted to be in a bad humor on occasion. He has been nothing but a gentleman since that evening.

And Mr. Darcy is a gentleman of the first social circles; he has enough intelligence and has heard enough of Mama to know she is anxious for us to marry well. Further, he has probably run into more than his share of similarly minded Mamas in his young life. So you would expect him to be somewhat reticent about falling in love with someone who may not want him for the right reasons. You did tell me once that it would be difficult to find a sensible man who will take us with so little portion to bring to the marriage. Let us believe that as a sensible man, Mr. Darcy must at least be permitted to think twice.“ Jane smiled at Lizzy.

“Jane, Mr. Darcy is arrogant. If he is interested in me, how presumptuous of him to think that I could be his for the asking! I have not given him any reason to think that I might accept him.”

“That might be true, Lizzy, but he might reasonably interpret that as your good breeding rather than lack of good taste,” Jane continued to smile. “He is a very attractive man and I happen to believe that his character is not so bad as you would have it. Otherwise, I don't think he and Mr. Bingley could be such good friends. And I still say that all signs are that he likes what he sees in you, Lizzy.”

“But Jane…”

“No, Lizzy. Don't let your hurt feelings because of his poor showing on one occasion blind you to what might be a perfectly agreeable gentleman. Promise me, Lizzy, that you will try to observe him without your current bias?”

Out of respect for Jane, her favorite of her four sisters, Lizzy agreed. And she had to admit to herself that other than the first evening they had met, Mr. Darcy had been a perfect gentleman. He wasn't very outgoing and did not seem particularly comfortable with her neighbors, but he had been civil. And she had no other reason to think poorly of him.

As she played, Miss Bingley's thoughts rested on the list of circumstances that might make a man marry a woman. Of course, if a gentleman lost his fortune or needed an infusion of capital, he might marry a well dowered lady. But that didn't apply to Mr. Darcy and causing him to have some financial difficulty would defeat Miss Bingley's purpose. She felt no particular affection or attraction for the man himself; she didn't really know him. She was rather certain she did not want Darcy without the power of his position in society or the pin money that would come from being his wife or the thrill of being mistress of a great estate such as Pemberley. No, there was no benefit to Miss Bingley in making Darcy need her portion. That was not a real option to pursue.

Wealthy men of trade marry for status, but clearly this didn't apply to Mr. Darcy.

Men of integrity married ladies they had compromised. Mr. Darcy was certainly considered to be a man of the highest integrity. Still, he was unlikely to compromise her reputation. Or was he? Of course, not on his own but maybe if she gave him just a little push. Still, if she was too obvious not only might it not work, leaving her reputation ruined, she could end up angering him so that she would have a miserable marriage and neither get the anticipated pin money nor maintain his friendship. Even Miss Bingley thought that to be a poor way to begin a marriage.

Finally, after much thought and an hour of pounding away at the pianoforte on several of her favorite compositions, she decided to solicit Louisa's aid in making it appear that Mr. Darcy had compromised her at the same time making it appear to Mr. Darcy that she was a victim and was totally innocent.

Miss Bingley found Louisa embroidering in the sitting room on the east of the house. She explained her plan and her dilemma to Louisa, asking for her advice and counsel. Louisa agreed that it was time for action and that it was wise to not make a move so obvious that Darcy might reject the notion of marrying her, in spite of her shattered reputation.

Fortunately for Caroline, Louisa came up with a plan almost immediately. One of the reasons Caroline loved her sister so was her pension for the devious.

It was decided that Caroline would write to her good friend, Felicity Hallowell. She was known to be a gossip of the first order. Felicity much like Caroline, was a young lady whose father had made his money in trade and then purchased an attractive home in the fashionable part of London in addition to an estate in Sussex. Also, like Caroline, she valued all things fashionable and anything valued by those in the first circles. Unlike Caroline, Felicity was not quite as pretty, though her portion necessarily attracted men, they were not always the right sort of men.

She had set her sights on Charles Bingley. Surely, if Caroline implied that she would help Felicity in her objective of snaring Charles, Felicity would do her best to discreetly spread the information that Caroline planted - without divulging the source of the information. It was a masterful plan and Caroline literally jumped up and down with excitement with visions of redecorating Pemberley dancing in her head.

She went immediately to her writing desk to send her missive to Felicity, as Louisa, with a smile as large as a Cheshire cat, continued her embroidery.

December 5, 1812

Dearest Felicity:

I hope this letter finds you and your family well. As you know, I am staying with my brother, Charles, and my sister and her husband at my brother's estate in Hertfordshire.

Mr. Darcy of Pemberley is currently our guest. I do so much miss the highly civil society of London and expect that we will be returning to London shortly. Louisa and I have found the society something savage and I am sure that we will be able to convince Charles to return to London shortly where good friends, such as yourself, will be able to convince Charles to abandon his estate here and establish himself in a more suitable county, such as Derbyshire or even your home county of Sussex. After all, Charles has only taken the estate on a temporary basis.

With little to no society, I have begun to spend some of my days walking the estate. As you are most aware, Mr. Darcy has long been a dear friend to my brother's. I am afraid that the society is not suiting Mr. Darcy either and lately some of the savagery of the neighborhood appears to have rubbed off on him. As he joined me on one of my walks, he became carried away in his passion for me and brutally ripped the bodice of my gown leaving my breast momentarily exposed. Borrowing his coat, I was able to hide this attack from all in the house to save both of our reputations. As you are certainly aware, Mr. Darcy has an impeccable reputation, is well respected among those in the first circles and is not accustomed to taking “no” for an answer.

Dear friend, I am sure you can imagine how traumatized I am from this experience. I only share this with you because we are almost sisters and I know that you would never betray me by telling others what I have revealed. I am most concerned that the servants may have observed the incident and will be spreading it as far as London.

Please write to me to let me know if during your movements in London society you hear anything of this event. Certainly, I would like to know of this before I return to London. And when you write, please let me know of the latest fashion news so that I may share that with Louisa and the ladies of the neighborhood to relieve our long stretches of boredom.

Sister (for I am so certain you soon will be, if I have anything to say on it), please keep me in your thoughts.

Regards, &c.

CB

Chapter Three - The Plot Thickens

Posted on Friday, 16 April 2004

Caroline had always made a point of closely observing Mr. Darcy's movements. Where did he go on his daily walks and what time did he normally leave? Because she had always been so observant when the weather cooperated for her, the next week, she preceded him on the path for his daily morning walk. She had dressed with care that morning, wearing her least favorite dress that she cut slightly on order to facilitate ripping it easily. She did not permit her maid to take her normal care with her hairstyle that morning so that she could best effect the look of a woman who might have been accosted.

While waiting in the wooded area beyond Netherfield House, Caroline had scratched her arms with a few twigs and smeared dirt on her dress and face. As she saw Mr. Darcy approaching she ripped the bodice of her dress and screamed. Mr. Darcy, who at that moment had thoughts of Miss Bennet storming his mind, was startled from his pleasant daydream by the scream and ran to aid the lady in distress. There he found Miss Bingley clasping her hand to her breast and sobbing.

“Mr. Darcy, I am so lucky your were nearby to hear my screams,” she cried.

“Miss Bingley, what has happened? How can I assist you?” Mr. Darcy asked as he looked around him.

“A strange man came out of the woods and grabbed me. I tried to fight him off but in the process he tore my dress. He must have heard you approaching because he ran off.” Caroline replied.

Darcy removed his coat and gave it to Caroline to restore her modesty then turned quickly to avoid looking at her. With his back turned to her he spoke passionately,

“I regret that I did not see the scoundrel that violated you in this way, Miss Bingley for I assure you he would have regretted his actions had I gotten my hands on him. I know you and Mrs. Hurst have frequently spoken of this area as being savage but I never anticipated that you would have this kind of concerns while walking in Netherfield Park. Nay, this is something akin to what you might anticipate in London's streets rather than England's countryside. I daresay this must be someone who is not from this neighborhood. Surely, if this were typical Mr. Bennet would not let his young daughter's take their frequent walks about the woods.”

In her anger, Caroline momentarily forgot her sobs as she saw that even in her moment of distress the name Bennet reared its ugly head. With indignation apparent in her voice she replied,

“Surely, Mr. Darcy, we cannot place any expectation on the propriety of Mr. Bennet's action or inaction. Clearly he is not in charge of his family as he allows that headstrong, unfashionably independent Eliza Bennet to tromp around the countryside and the younger girls to run positively wild. Truly, you do not believe he shares your accountability and sensibility with regard to how to rear a proper young lady. Miss Darcy would never roam the wilds of the woods as the Bennet girls do. You would not allow it. You are aware of Georgiana's every movement, as a proper guardian should be.”

Not only was Mr. Darcy taken aback by the change in tone, this latter statement stung in a way that Caroline could not have known. For a long moment he was silent. Then he asked Miss Bingley if he could accompany her back to the house.

As they approached Netherfield House, they noticed a rider approaching from the other direction. Darcy recognized it was his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, before he could actually make out the man's features.

“Richard, I was not expecting you. Is there some problem?” Darcy exclaimed.

Colonel Fitzwilliam could not help but notice the state of Miss Bingley's undress. She hurried into the house without being introduced to the Colonel.

“Everything is fine, Darcy. I am sorry to show up without forewarning but it had been so long since I had seen you and when the General required someone to bring a message to Colonel Forster, I volunteered for the opportunity to see you in the process. I only have a few days leave. How are you? And what has happened to the young lady?”

“That was Miss Bingley, my friend Charles' sister. You've heard me speak of her, I am sure.”

“Darcy, from your description of the lady, I expected the woman to be hideous. She is rather attractive - although you still have not explained the state of her clothes or why she was wearing your coat.”

Uncertain how much Caroline might want to reveal of the incident to a stranger, Darcy replied,

“Richard, I have never said Miss Bingley's features were unpleasant, only her tendency to be rather too obvious about her preferences. Miss Bingley met with a wardrobe mishap while walking in the woods. I was able to assist her by giving her my coat. `Tis all.

It is certainly good to see you and I am sure Charles will insist that you stay here with us.”

“I must admit, I was counting on it” smiled the Colonel.

Chapter Four - The Ball

Posted on Wednesday, 21 April 2004

When Miss Bingley walked into Netherfield House and was spotted by Louisa, there was temporary hysteria in the entryway. However, they promptly removed her above stairs where she proceeded to tell Louisa that she had been attacked by a man in the woods and rescued by Mr. Darcy. Of course, this was overheard by all of the servants who attended her, including her maid. Caroline's maid, who had attended her for a number of years and was aware of her mistresses many shortcomings was smart enough to keep her skepticism to herself and only expressed great sympathy for Caroline's plight.

By the time the Colonel and Darcy entered the house, there was no longer any sign of the commotion in the entryway. Darcy had Charles summoned in order to introduce him to the Colonel. Of course, Chares with his amiability was quick to invite the Colonel to stay.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, you must stay with us. You could not have come at a better time, for in two days we are giving a ball at Netherfield. My neighbors have all been so kind and welcoming and in return for all of their kindness, I have agreed to host a ball.”

“Mr. Bingley, as a man who loves a ball, I would have to agree that my timing is impeccable, indeed.

Are you looking forward to the ball, too, Darcy?” As usual, Richard was up for some good natured teasing where his cousin was concerned.

“Don't I always, Richard?”, Darcy replied. But could not hold back the laugh at what a joke it was to think of himself looking forward to such a large social gathering. All of the gentlemen laughed. Then Charles said,

“I actually think Darcy might be looking forward to the ball more than he is willing to admit. There are a number of attractive young ladies in the neighborhood and even Darcy cannot deny that.”

“Charles,” admonished Darcy, “speak for yourself. There are certainly one or two pleasant ladies in the community but none that has drawn any particular attention from me.”

Now the Colonel was even more curious and he would certainly keep his eyes open at this ball.

The next couple of days passed without incident. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy decided that they would not frighten all of the neighborhood when Caroline could not identify her attacker and begged that they not speak with the neighborhood gentlemen about the attack. Caroline certainly seemed to be totally recovered from the misfortune and, as the mistress of her brother's home, threw herself into the party preparations with her usual enthusiasm.

At Longbourn, the Bennet's estate, the ladies were all eagerly looking forward to the ball at Netherfield, except for the middle sister Mary who proclaimed she would really rather read a book. Her proclamation was assumed to be more of a defensive mechanism to ward off pity for not being asked to stand-up with any gentleman during the evening. As the plain Bennet sister, better, she believed, to make no effort and profess no desire to take part in the festivities.

Since, there was no Bennet son and the Bennet estate was entailed away from the female line, the estate was to pass to a distant cousin, Mr. Wilbur Collins, upon Mr. Bennet's passing. This partially accounted for Mrs. Bennet's single-minded focus on obtaining good matches for her daughters. As the attractive daughter of a well-to-do tradesman, she had won the attentions of a gentleman. So, as attractive daughters of a gentleman, she only naturally wanted more for her daughters. Unfortunately, though Mr. Bennet loved his family, he had not been the best provider, had not curtailed his wife's spending over the years and had not worked to get the most out of his tenants and the land. So, his five daughters were left with rather paltry dowries.

Though Mrs. Bennet had married a gentleman, Mr. Bennet had never requires that she learn the gentility reasonably associated with a gentleman's wife. Mrs. Bennet's lack of discretion and propriety sometimes reflected very poorly on her daughters. Further, since neither the mother nor the father had restrained the exuberance of the younger two girls, who were rather young to be out, on more than one occasion they left poor impressions of the family. Of course, this negatively impacted the older girls' chances of making a good match but the parents were unable or unwilling to see this.

Shortly after Jane and Lizzy had returned home from Netherfield, Mr. Collins came to visit. No on in the Bennet family had previous met the man whom they all found rather odious. He was a tall, overweight, boorish, clod who sweated profusely. He spoke in a continuous stream of platitudes and often his speeches reflected that his theological training was lacking.

It was believed by most of the Bennets that Mr. Collins had come to Longbourn to size up his eventual inheritance and assess the health of Mr. Bennet to determine how long it might be before he would inherit. His stated reason was to heal the breach that had separated the family members for so many years. It wasn't long before it was apparent that Mr. Collins' idea of how to heal that breach was to select a wife from among Mr. Bennet's five daughters. In his way of thinking, even though the Bennet ladies were known for their charms and beauty, without dowries, anyone of them should feel blessed to receive an offer from a respectable clergyman such as himself. That he stood to inherit their father's estate should only be an added benefit.

Unfortunately for Elizabeth, Mrs. Bennet agreed with him. After steering Mr. Collins away from Jane whom she believed to have caught the bigger prize of Mr. Bingley, Mrs. Bennet was well pleased to see he'd chosen to pursue her least favorite daughter, Elizabeth. Mr. Collins wasted no time in soliciting Elizabeth's hand for the first two dances at the Netherfield ball. When he promised - or maybe it was more of a threat - to dance with all of his lovely cousins, the two youngest daughters, Katherine and Lydia, became even more determined to fill their dance cards with the officers under Colonel Forster's command. They shared a love of men in redcoats.

Come the evening of the ball, all of the Bennet ladies were visions, each for her own reason having taken exceptional care with her toilette. Even Mary, though plainer than her sisters primarily because she wore spectacles, was dressed in a most flattering gown. With her older sisters' encouragement, she had adorned her hair with flowers in a particularly becoming manner and they had assisted her with special lace that accented her ample bosom. They were determined she would not be a wallflower at this event and she appeared to blossom under their particular attention.

Upon the family's entrance, Mr. Bingley beamed and was unable to remove his eyes from the captivating beauty of Jane Bennet. Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam stood to the side observing. Richard whispered,

“This must be Mr. Bingley's Miss Bennet. The man is positively besotted. And Bingley is right, she is a celestial being.”

“Yes, he is making a fool of himself over this woman. Granted, she is very attractive and, as a gentleman's daughter it would not be the worse match for him as the son of a man in trade. Still, she smiles too much and I am not sure she returns his regard. And the mother! You will soon hear enough of her to think less of the daughter, I promise you,” Darcy replied.

Then Darcy spotted Miss Elizabeth Bennet and the sparkle in her eyes. He could not help himself from smiling in her direction. Colonel Fitzwilliam, always well attuned to his cousin's moods, noticed his distraction immediately. Following his stare, he realized Darcy was directing his attention to another lovely lady with dark curls and eyes, with a double row of long dark lashes, that sparkled like jewels.

He glanced back at Darcy again. He was smiling! Well, well. Mr. Bingley may be right; one of the ladies of the neighborhood does appear to have captured my cousin's particular attention. Colonel Fitzwilliam was determined to meet this young lady and, if possible, make Darcy jealous.

“Darce, who is the pretty woman there with the exceptional eyes and dark curls? Can you introduce me to her.”

“That is Miss Jane Bennet's sister, Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Like her sisters, she has no portion of significance and so you need not waste your time.”

“Darcy, unlike you, I have no real need to marry. As the second son, I can rely upon my brother and his wife to carry on the family name. And, as you are well aware, I have no estate to pass on to my progeny. Rather, I just enjoy the company of beautiful women. And this woman is rather intriguing in appearance. Since we know you have no interest in her, what objection could you have to introducing her to me?”

“None at all, I assure you. As you wish.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam could see Darcy's temple throbbing - always a telltale sign of his annoyance when his demeanor otherwise was rather cool. As the two men strolled toward Miss Elizabeth Bennet, who was now standing with her sister, Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley, Colonel Fitzwilliam was thinking of all of the fun he was going to have torturing Darcy this evening. Mr. Darcy, on the other hand, was thinking of ways to discourage his cousin without giving away his position. Introductions were made all around and the Colonel wasted no time in soliciting both ladies for dances. That left Darcy fuming but he was unable to open his mouth and ask for a dance.

They parted as everyone found their partners for the first dances. Darcy stood and sulked on the sidelines as he watched his Elizabeth with this big, clumsy oath. Who was this man and how dare he presume himself worthy to dance with Elizabeth? By the second dance, Darcy had cooled down enough to ask himself what he was thinking. “She is not `my Elizabeth.' What am I thinking? I'm thinking about how much I would love to be able to touch that woman. I am thinking it is torture to watch her direct her lively wit and smiles at other men.”

But still he thought her beneath him.

Elizabeth danced the third with Mr. Bingley while Darcy fulfilled his obligation with Miss Bingley. Before the Colonel could claim her for the fourth dance, while she was conversing with her good friend, Charlotte Lucas, Darcy went to her. He couldn't remember how his feet had carried him there but suddenly he was standing before her asking her to dance the supper dance with him. Elizabeth was so stunned she didn't have time to think of an objection. Besides, she had promised Jane to be more civil toward him. She told herself her civility would help Jane in her relationship with his best friend.

Miss Lucas noticed her hesitation.

“Lizzy, please don't be foolish. Mr. Darcy has been staring at you all evening. He is clearly showing a partiality and has singled you out as the only woman other than the hostess to dance with this evening. You must see the honor he has bestowed upon you. I know you believe in a romantic love that I think is unrealistic from women without dowries, but if you aren't civil to him, you'll never know if he's worth loving. Don't be so foolish as to dismiss the possibility of loving a man of his consequence, even if you do not love him because of his consequence.”

“Honestly, Charlotte, there is no need to lecture me. I intend to be civil. He just caught me by surprise. Do you really think he is interested in me? I cannot imagine why.”

“I didn't think your notion of romantic love meant asking `why.' Is there really a reasoned romance?”

“Tease me if you must, Charlotte.” Both ladies were still laughing as the Colonel approached.

“Miss Bennet, I believe we have this dance.”

“Indeed, we do Colonel. May I introduce you to my friend, Charlotte Lucas.”

After a little small talk the couple proceeded to join the line of dancers.

“Colonel, are you in the neighborhood for long?”

“I am afraid I am not, Miss Bennet. I am only here for a short while, delivering a message to Colonel Forster and taking the opportunity to spend a few days with my cousin, Darcy.”

“Well, with the shortage of dance partners, we are lucky that you had such impeccable timing.”

“No, Miss Bennet, I am the lucky one to be able to share the company of such a charming young lady as yourself,” he smiled.

“Colonel, I must say I am happy to see that the brooding and creased brow are not family traits.”

“Ah, you refer to my serious cousin. Well, Darcy has had a lot of responsibility from a very early age, having lost both parents and assumed the command of a large estate. I, on the other hand, am a second son, have no estate and only myself to please. Hence, I am more often pleased.”

“I am sorry if my comment seemed thoughtless and cruel.”

“Not at all Miss Bennet. Even I rarely appreciate how difficult it must be to walk in Darcy's shoes. While he has a lot of advantages and leads a privileged life, his responsibilities are considerable. His staff, his tenants and even the members of the surrounding community rely upon his good judgment to keep everyone prosperous and safe.”

“Darcy and I share the guardianship of his younger sister, Georgiana. Of course, he bears the brunt of the responsibility there, too. Georgiana is but sixteen. She's really been no trouble, although she shares the trait of shyness with her brother.”

“Shy? Mr. Darcy? I don't believe it. He must attend a plethora of the ton's social engagements. How could he possibly be shy?”

Elizabeth regretted this comment, almost as soon as it had passed her lips but once again her impulses got the best of her. She concentrated on her dance steps as she was forced to part from the Colonel.

Once they were together again, he replied. “Please, don't be uneasy. You are right. Darcy fulfills all of the social obligations commensurate with his status in society. That is partially done for Georgiana's benefit in anticipation of her coming out. Still, he is not at ease in society. He is more comfortable in intimate gatherings among friends.”

Elizabeth wanted to lighten the mood and replied archly,

“Ah, but Colonel, you suffer from no such discomfort among strangers, do you?”

“Not at all, Miss Bennet. I take every opportunity to attend soirees and balls. I enjoy dancing and meeting new people.”

“Don't you really mean you enjoy meeting new young ladies to charm, Colonel?”

The Colonel smiled, wriggled his brows and replied,

“Why Madam, you have found me out.”

Elizabeth's mirth spilled over. The sound of her laughter was both pleasure and pain to Darcy. He wanted her to stop smiling at his cousin. Why should Richard have all of the fun by virtue of being a second son? It was not fair and nothing said it had to be that way. Hang it! He was going to have a conversation with Miss Bennet and try to get her to direct her smiling eyes his way.

Richard had noticed how raptly his cousin had attended their dancing. He thought his job for the evening might be nearly complete.

After the dance, Richard made certain to spend a few minutes telling Darcy how charming he found Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet is a rather tempting armful, Darce.” Colonel Fitzwilliam whispered to his cousin, “And rather charming and witty, too.”

“Richard, you have been in the army too long if you think that crassness appropriate for a ballroom.”

“Just an observation, Darcy. This isn't the first time you've heard me comment on a lady's figure.” He slapped Darcy on the back.

“She could keep a man entertained for many hours - no matter the room, don't you agree?” he smiled wickedly.

“I've never given that any consideration,” Darcy replied tersely. “I must go retrieve Miss Bennet for our dance.”

Darcy approached Miss Bennet for the supper dance with a determination in his eyes that she had not seen before. But she was determined to be pleasant and to not make the mistake, again, of misinterpreting his looks as meaning he disapproved of her.

“Miss Bennet, you appear to be enjoying the evening.”

“I am, indeed, Mr. Darcy. The dance with my last partner was most enlightening.”

“How so?”

“I danced with your cousin. I am sure you are aware he is a fountain of information,” she repressed a smile.

“I have heard my cousin described as many things but not necessarily well informed, unless you were speaking of military campaigns.”

“Indeed, we were not. We spoke more about society and how he so enjoys dancing.”

“Yes, Richard does enjoy a party very well, I suppose. And meeting lovely young ladies.”

“And you, Sir?”

“Do I enjoy a party or do I enjoy meeting lovely young ladies?” he smiled.

“I would ask you both, now, since you have raised the question, Mr. Darcy. Although originally I was speaking of parties,” she smiled back.

He thought of how to best respond for a second while they were parted by the dance.

“Miss Bennet, I truly do not generally enjoy parties, but I am enjoying my present company this evening. As for `lovely' young ladies, what healthy young man would not enjoy meeting a `lovely' young lady. Unfortunately, though I meet many young ladies, I meet few whom I would say were `lovely,'” he said with a rather pointed look that Elizabeth could not miss.

“I recall, Sir, that at our first gathering, you found no tempting young ladies in the room,” she smiled, pertly, having already decided to forgive him but not missing the chance to make him squirm.

Darcy turned pale at the remembrance. “Miss Bennet, I truly regret that you heard that dreadful comment. It was not meant for your ears. I was merely in a sour mood that evening, had only attended the function at Bingley's insistence and wanted to be rid of him quickly. I know it was unpardonable, but hope you will find it in your heart…”

They parted in the dance and Darcy did not get to finish immediately. When they came back together, Elizabeth smiled wickedly and said,

“Mr. Darcy, I am too amused at the prospect of your groveling for my forgiveness. I think I have made you pay many times over for that comment. Let us agree to put it behind us, until it serves my purpose to bring it up again in the future.”

They both smiled. Darcy had seen Lizzy smile many times but thought the pounding of his heart at that moment might be heard above the music, her smile had so enchanted him. Lizzy had never seen Darcy smile so brilliantly and the thought that it was for her, momentarily made her knees weak.

After the dance, Darcy and Elizabeth proceeded to supper together. Mrs. Bennet failed to notice that Elizabeth was sitting with Mr. Darcy in a lively conversation. She was too busy loudly holding court over the local Mamas about the match of Bingley with Jane, Elizabeth with Mr. Collins and how the other girls would then be exposed to men with money and stature in society.

Darcy was so engrossed in conversation with Elizabeth and so charmed by her, that he failed to hear Mrs. Bennet's musings. He even teased Elizabeth about her clumsy partner for the first two dances. She smiled at what had been a painful experience - both physically and emotionally.

“I saw you looking at me, Mr. Darcy.”

“Truly, I was worried for your toes. I thought it best that I ask you to dance so that I could be assured that they not be trampled for at least one set,” he laughed.

“You should laugh more often, Mr. Darcy. Then we would not all fear you so.” Without thinking, she'd done it again.

“Miss Bennet, I am sure you don't fear me. I won't have it.”

“Not any longer, Mr. Darcy.”

Their talk was interrupted by Mr. Collins who brought greetings, he was sure, from his patroness and Mr. Darcy's aunt, Lady Catherine De Bourgh. He was certain that if she'd known that Mr. Collins would meet Mr. Darcy, Lady Catherine would have wished to send her greetings. The man was perspiring profusely and after shaking his hand, Darcy had to use his napkin to wipe off the sweat. How like his aunt to have such a toady in her employ. But he remained more than civil given that Mr. Collins had breached propriety and not waited for a proper introduction.

Miss Bingley had been eyeing the pair through their dance and now at supper but Richard was keeping her occupied in order to give Darcy some of the time be believed he needed with Miss Bennet. If Miss Bingley could have choked the Colonel she would have but eventually she realized that Miss Bennet could have Darcy for the evening because shortly he would be hers for good. Word should be spreading in London and any day now, she was sure to have the prize she sought. She decided to enjoy the charming Colonel. What a pity, she thought, that Darcy wasn't nearly so charming and attentive. But he was charming enough, she supposed, given his $10,000 pounds a year. When she smiled at the Colonel, he almost laughed. He was so familiar with that simpering grin that the ladies of the ton practiced. There was nothing behind it, he knew. But there was nothing behind his smiles either, so they were well matched for the evening, he thought.

Chapter Five - After the Ball

Jane spent an hour in Lizzy's room that night. The talk centered mostly on two gentlemen - Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.

“Jane, you danced three dances with Mr. Bingley and were sequestered with him throughout supper. Please tell me you are now convinced of his superior regard for you,” Lizzy exclaimed.

Jane blushed but could no longer deny that she believed in Mr. Bingley's tender regard for her. She hadn't been so lost in the glow Mr. Bingley's gaze to fail to see that Lizzy and Mr. Darcy seemed to be getting along well throughout the ball.

“True, Jane, Mr. Darcy and I found much to talk about this evening and managed to not have one argument. I'd say that is progress. I'm sure that Mr. Darcy is aware of the regard his good friend has for you and it reflects well on Mr. Darcy that he's making every intention to have a civil relationship with all of your family.”

“Lizzy, you are not serious. Do you honestly believe that Mr. Darcy spent all of that time with you this evening, two dances and supper, only out of respect for me?”

“Yes, Jane, I do.”

“Lizzy, you're being blind and stubborn - and I think you're displaying a little bit of that naiveté that you accuse me of exhibiting from time to time.”

“—Jane!”

“I guess I could be wrong, Lizzy. I think you are so extraordinary, everyone else should see it, too.”

“Ah, now there's the Jane I know and love,” Lizzy smiled.

Jane yawned and the young ladies decided it was time to get some rest.

At Netherfield, Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, the Colonel and Miss Bingley were in the library, recovering from the evening's festivities. The Hursts had retired.

Miss Bingley lost no time in expressing her displeasure with the affair. The guests were dull, their fashions dated, the officers uncouth, the white soup not up to the standards of Pemberley's cooks, etc. The gentlemen let her go on without comment until she exhausted herself.

“Poor Mr. Darcy. You were stuck with Miss Eliza Bennet for much of the evening. I'm sure she was as tedious and impertinent as always but her primary goal was likely to avoid that oaf of a clergyman she's promised to. You must have heard Mrs. Bennet going on about the merits of the match.”

“No, I did not,” replied Darcy, succinctly. He was momentarily stunned. His Elizabeth? If he had anything to say about it, that sweaty ogre would never touch her.

Seeing Darcy's discomfort, the Colonel spoke up to relieve some of his concern and set the record straight. The added benefit of giving his cousin an additional push was but a bonus.

“I believe Mrs. Bennet expressed a wish to see the match and that she believed it will take place but they are not yet promised.”

“Yes, well, for a young lady with no particular talents, no beauty, charm or grace and very little portion to speak of, he may be a good match, indeed,” Caroline answered.

“I have come to consider Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be one of the most charming and truly accomplished young ladies of my acquaintance and far superior to my aunt's clergyman, Mr. Collins,” Darcy retorted.

“I agree,” said Mr. Bingley, “and Miss Jane Bennet is truly an angel from the heavens.”

Caroline was too angry for any reply, stood up and announced her intent to retire for the evening.

The Colonel was surprised that Darcy was showing such emotion but had to admit that if he were not a second son, he'd be in great danger from Miss Elizabeth Bennet's charms, too.

The men were relieved with Caroline's departure and pulled out the brandy and cigars for a more earthy discussion of the women in attendance and, in the Colonel's case, the women he had known.

After a time, Charles spoke up,

“After tomorrow, I'm going to have to go to London on some business. I will be returning in a day or two, Darcy. I hope that you will remain here with the Hursts and Caroline to await my return.”

“If you wish it, Charles, I certainly will,” answered Darcy. Frankly, he had no desire to leave the neighborhood, currently.

Charles smiled broadly and patted Darcy on the back, “Good, good.”

They finished their brandy and headed for their rooms for the night. The Colonel was the first to his room and Charles took that opportunity to ask Darcy to accompany him to Longbourn in the morning. Darcy happily agreed. The two men were smiling as they parted and entered their bedchambers.

Christian was left, once again, to ponder what was causing these moods in his master.

Chapter Six - The Understanding

Posted on Friday, 23 April 2004

Two very happy men appeared at Longbourn the next morning after breakfast. Mr. Bingley's joy, as always, was readily apparent; Mr. Darcy's was much concealed. Mrs. Bennet was effusively pleased to see Mr. Bingley and accepted that as a consequence she was forced to bear the company of his friend, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Collins had taken that time to visit Meryton's parsonage and the gentlemen were fortunate not to have to suffer his fawning and many false compliments in order to enjoy the company of the ladies they'd come to visit.

Mrs. Bennet asked Lizzy to help her older sister by accompanying the couple and occupying Mr. Darcy in order that Mr. Bingley and Jane have some private moments together. She reminded Lizzy that it was her sisterly duty. As she often was, when it came to her mother, Lizzy was amused. In this instance, she was happy to accommodate both her mother and Jane's wishes as they were in line with her own desires.

The four set out on a walk in the direction of Oakham Mount. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth found themselves in a discussion of literature and soon realized they had lost sight the other pair.

“Miss Bennet, I hope you have forgiven me for my cruel remarks at our first meeting. They were truly said more as a reflection of my general ill humor rather than an appraisal of your charms.”

“Mr. Darcy, we have covered this before. You are forgiven and I am sure it will remain forgotten, unless I need it for some coercion in the future.”

“I thank you, Miss Bennet. And I hope we are friends enough that you also were not offended by my comments regarding Mr. Collins, last evening.”

“Why would I have been offended by your comments about Mr. Collins? Though he is our cousin, we have only just met him recently and we are not close. And in all honesty I must agree with all of your observations.”

“Yes, but I understand from the others that your mother spoke on her expectations of a match between the two of you.”

Elizabeth wasn't sure how to receive this remark. Did his comfort with her reflect his understanding that she was promised to Mr. Collins? Or was he trying to tell her that he thought it a good match?

Her silence made Darcy speak before she'd answered him for fear that she might misunderstand him once again.

“I had thought you were uneasy in his company but realized that I may have misread the situation, given your mother's comments. I didn't want to inadvertently offend you, again. Truly, no offense was intended.”

“And none was taken, Mr. Darcy. I assure you, though my mother has expressed a wish for the match, I am of age and have no intention of conceding to such a union. My intention, if I am ever to marry, is to have a marriage that is more than a marriage of convenience. I know that marriages of the ton are often more economic mergers than they are pairing of felicitous couples. However, as you are aware, I am not a member of the ton and I have no desire to have a partner for whom I have no affection and cannot respect.”

Darcy slowly let out the breathe he didn't realize he was holding.

He looked down at his boots and kicked a pebble in the path,

“I am happy to hear that, Miss Bennet. I think you far too bright and lively a young lady to spend your life with my aunt's vicar. Not that it is not an honorable profession, of course. But the man is…is truly not worthy of you.”

Elizabeth blushed to her roots. In a barely audible reply she thanked Mr. Darcy.

“I hope you don't think me lacking or too sentimental. I simply believe in the power of love to overcome adversity, right wrongs, help you to find the answers you're seeking - that love will bring you into the light,” Elizabeth replied.

They were now on a fairly wooded, infrequently used path where they were unlikely to be observed. Darcy stopped walking and turned to Elizabeth.

“Miss Bennet, you must know I hold the highest regard for you. Within days of my ill-timed and ill-considered comment, I realized that my blunder was great indeed. Not only have I long since conceded that you are indeed a most beautiful woman, but your charm, wit and intelligence leave you without equal.”

“Mr. Darcy, you must mean here in Meryton.”

He reached for her hand and looked into her eyes,

“Miss Bennet, you are too clever to not know I meant with any woman of my acquaintance and that extends well beyond Hertfordshire and includes most of the eligible young ladies of the ton.

Were you looking for more compliments, Miss Bennet?” Darcy smiled, and kissed Elizabeth's hand.

With her other hand she reached up to stroke his face,

“Such adulation and flattery may leave you mistaken for Mr. Collins, Sir.”

Darcy bent down and tentatively kissed Elizabeth's lips.

When he withdrew he said,

“I would have told you to bite your tongue but preferred to silence you in what I hope was a much less disturbing manner.”

“It was indeed, Sir. But I may be forced to compare you to my cousin more often.”

“I assure you, Miss Bennet, you have many other ways to elicit that response from me. You needn't resort to such insults.”

To prove his point, Darcy kissed Elizabeth again. This time, the kiss was less hesitant and Lizzy, less taken by surprise participated more fully.

“Miss Bennet, please forgive me, once again. I'm …I'm afraid that I forgot myself. I meant no disrespect and hope I have not discomfited you too much.”

Elizabeth laughed, and tried to lighten the mood.

“Mr. Darcy, please don't apologize - unless you are truly sorry to have kissed me. I believe I was a participant and we were both lost for a moment.”

Darcy smiled as Elizabeth eyes twinkled. Yes, he thought, I was certainly lost. God, this woman is remarkable. How well she tastes; how he wished to taste her once more.

“Miss Bennet, I am sure you understand it was not the kiss I regret but the impropriety of my initiating such intimate contact, as pleasant as it may have been to me. I don't want you to think I go around accosting young ladies in the woods.”

“Well, then I shall choose to be flattered that you have singled me out for such an experience,” Lizzy teased.

“Ah, my personal little wood nymph,” Darcy smiled.

“Yes, but we had better return to Longbourn before they begin to wonder what has become of us.”

Lizzy and Darcy headed back to Longbourn at a good pace. Still, the two kept a lively conversation going. Lizzy spoke of growing up in a country house with four sisters; Darcy spoke of those humorous moments in being a single, young man trying to raise his sister to be a proper young woman. Throughout the conversation, they managed to touch hands or brush into each other more often than was necessary. The stole looks that spoke of kindled passion even if their conversation was all that was proper.

Darcy suggested that Lizzy might know someone else in the neighborhood that could distract Mr. Collins from his current focus. He offered his assistance in directing the unwanted attention away from her. She thanked him for being so magnanimous but he would not accept, admitting to some self interest in the matter. Lizzy didn't mention it to Darcy, but she did think there was one person, other than her mother, who seemed to actually enjoy Mr. Collins' company. She would have to pursue the opportunity of showing Mary to Mr. Collins in a better light and, maybe even work to make herself less attractive as a prospective wife.

When they arrived back at Longbourn, Jane and Bingley asked where they'd gotten to but thought no more on it when Lizzy replied that Mr. Darcy had managed to get them lost. Darcy smiled as he confirmed that he was responsible for getting them lost, but immediately returned to his usual, unreadable expression.

Mrs. Bennet thought Lizzy had only done her job very well and took her aside to thank her for her sacrifice. She told her she would think it all worthwhile when she was able to see her beloved sister happily situated. Lizzy only smiled and nodded.

The young men were invited and agreed to stay to dinner. Mr. Collins joined them, for he was not known for missing meals. However, he served the purpose of keeping Mrs. Bennet entertained and occupied, giving the others the opportunity to have more intimate conversations. As expected, Mr. Bingley continued to only have eyes for Jane and to monopolize her attentions.

Mr. Bennet was stymied to see that Lizzy had abandoned her deep-seated animosity towards Mr. Darcy. He was eager to participate in their conversation and learn more about this man who'd turned his favorite's opinion around. The three of them began discussing a book of poetry that they'd all read. The author, Phyllis Wheatley was a Negro servant in the States writing on various subjects of religion and morality. They spoke of the controversy surrounding whether she was the true author, of her poem, “To the university of CAMBRIDGE, in NEW-ENGLAND” and what duty the educated man owed society and those who were less fortunate. They debated the necessity to trade with those who were dependent upon slave labor in the colonies or the States. Mr. Bennet was not only impressed with Mr. Darcy's intelligence and analytical skills but of his passionate compassion. He was eager to learn more about this young man and certain there was much more worthy of knowing about him. He also couldn't miss the look in his eyes when he looked at his favorite. How had this come about, he wondered. He thought maybe he should come out of his library more often.

The gentlemen left shortly after coffee and more than one young lady was sorry to see them go.

Mr. Bennet called Lizzy into his library. He wanted to know how Lizzy and Mr. Darcy had ended up on friendly terms. Lizzy explained that Darcy had apologized for his comment which Mr. Bennet thought spoke well for his character and his taste. Upon learning more about his great responsibilities, from his cousin, Lizzy said she had begun to see him in a more favorable light. For Jane and Mr. Bingley, she added, they needed get along.

Mr. Bennet knew that a man of Mr. Darcy's stature did not apologize to accommodate his friend's romance but he didn't bother to argue the point with Lizzy. He lamented the idea that he may be losing his dear girl sooner than he'd like. He hadn't entertained this thought before, with there being no truly eligible gentlemen in the neighborhood. Could her regard be that high? He vowed to be more observant.

The Lucases joined the Bennets for supper, so there was little time for Lizzy to discuss the afternoon with Jane but her eyes and smiles spoke of her pleasure with Bingley. She was hoping for Jane's help to speak with Mary about Mr. Collins.

After supper, Lizzy, Charlotte and Jane spoke of the ball over coffee and tea. Charlotte was not surprised to learn that the gentlemen had been to visit that morning and teased Lizzy about Mr. Darcy.

“I do believe your prospects for a husband may have improved, dear Lizzy. You may not be a vicar's wife, after all.”

Lizzy preferred not to have the neighborhood speculating about a relationship between herself and Mr. Darcy although she was now willing to concede to herself that the relationship had changed significantly. To deflect any speculation on a romance between herself and Darcy she said,

“Charlotte, Mr. Darcy only came to accompany Bingley on his visit; he's no designs on me.”

Charlotte was hoping for more but what she really wanted was more information on Darcy's cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam.

“Is the Colonel remaining in the neighborhood, too, or must he return to his regiment?”

Lizzy was so caught off guard by the question, she had to give Charlotte a second look. When she did, she notice a slight blush to her cheeks. But she wouldn't tease her. She had no reason to believe that if Charlotte had some interest in the Colonel it was likely to be returned.

“I believe he is only at Netherfield for a few days. I understood he was sent to bring a message to Colonel Forster and stayed to visit with his cousin for only a few days.

He is a very pleasant and outgoing gentleman, is he not?”

Charlotte replied that he was and that it had been nice to have another gentleman attend the ball who actually liked to dance.

Lizzy agreed and expressed a hope that the Colonel would come again. Silently she thought that as a second son, the chances that he would consider Charlotte as a wife were slim.

Chapter Seven

Posted on Wednesday, 28 April 2004

That evening, as Lizzy brushed out her hair, she thought of all that had happened that day. She dwelled for some time on her first kiss and how good it felt to have Mr. Darcy hold her so near. Having two men - one she adored unconditionally and the other for whom her ardor was growing daily - discussing poetry and politics. What was the possibility of her loving Mr. Darcy?

She knew she found him attractive and felt certain he was attracted to her. He didn't seem to be the type of man who would dally with a young woman's affection; he was too serious. Of course, she didn't know his reputation beyond his 10,000 pounds a year and his great estate. She supposed that he could think that he could have a tryst with a simple country miss and not tarnish his reputation among the ton. But her instincts told her that was not the case. After all, were that the case, wouldn't his personality be closer to the Colonel's - all that was charming and light?

The look in Mr. Darcy's eyes had warned her that she was in dangerously new territory but his caresses had only made her want more. She told herself she should be more cautious. Then she remembered that it was Mr. Darcy who had first withdrawn from the embrace. And he had apologized. No, she didn't really believe she had anything to fear from Mr. Darcy; she was more frightened by her own heightened desires.

Then there was the issue of Mr. Collins. Heretofore, Lizzy had just been doing her best to ignore him or avoid him. Mr. Collins was so obtuse, he thought these avoidance tactics represented coyness on Elizabeth's part. Meanwhile, Mary sought his company, gleaned his every word, quoted passages to him from Dr. Fordyce's Sermons to Young Women and listened to him reading religious doctrines as if they were romantic poetry.

Why hadn't Elizabeth thought of this before? While Mr. Collins was certainly not right for her or any of her other sisters, this might be Mary's only chance to find felicity in a marriage and not end up the old spinster sister doomed to remain home and care for the aging parents. Of course, after caring for the aging parents, the spinster sister could look forward to caring for one of her sister's children or grandchildren. Lizzy shuttered for Mary. Yet, less than a week ago hadn't she considered that may be her very fate? How had that changed so? She mustn't think it really had.

Still, she would do her best to make Mr. Collins see that Mary is the right woman for him, convince him that Lady Catherine would approve more of Mary than of Elizabeth. After all, it was Lady Catherine who had instructed him that as a good clergyman he was to find a wife and make a fine example for his flock.

In the morning, she would begin her campaign to bring happiness to her much neglected sister, Mary.

Chapter Eight

Elizabeth rose early to take her walk before the rest of Longbourn's residents were up and about to interrupt her solitude. To her surprise, she ran into Mr. Darcy on her morning's ramble.

They continued to walk, talking about all that was dear to them, without any particular direction they simply sauntered along enjoying the scenery.

Elizabeth shared her idea of Mr. Collins and Mary. Darcy spoke tenderly of his sister and how she needed a woman to help her at this difficult stage of young womanhood. He told Elizabeth about Pemberley, how it had come into the family and the peace he found when he was home. When they stopped to rest and shared a rock that brought them inappropriately close, Darcy spoke more intimately to Lizzy, sharing his dreams and ideas for Pemberley's future, those personal things he thought would bring him future happiness and happiness for Georgiana. The timbre of his voice sent chills down her spine. When he took her hand in his and kissed it, she leaned in closer.

Lizzy was disappointed that Darcy did not take advantage of their seclusion to continue what they'd started the day before but naturally, there was nothing she could say.

“Miss Bennet, I know it was inappropriate of me to hope to meet you alone on your walk this morning but as much as your family can be entertaining, I was hoping to spend some time talking to you alone.”

“Mr. Darcy, I didn't know you were a diplomat, too.”

“I beg your pardon, Miss…”

“It is extremely diplomatic to call my family - particularly my mother and younger sisters - entertaining. My mother is like most Mamas with single daughters, trying to find matches for them. Unlike other Mamas she is most vocal about her pursuit. But I know she means well even if I don't always approve of her methods.

Unfortunately, my younger sisters did not have the advantage of being near my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, my relations who live in Cheapside. The Gardiners took Jane and I under their wings and really helped with our education and social skills. By the time Kitty and Lydia came along, the Gardiner's had their hands full with a growing family of their own. They weren't able to spread their wings of wisdom to all of the Bennet girls. So, Lydia, and to a lesser extent, Kitty have been allowed to let their high spirits sometimes get the best of them. And my parent's have not been disciplined enough to discipline those two or to concentrate on their education.

Then poor Mary, as the middle daughter seems to have been neglected by us all.”

“I wasn't attempting to be diplomatic. At first, I didn't know what to make of your younger sisters' exuberance and I was a little put off. Then I thought of my sister, who is painfully shy, and thought she could use some of that liveliness and confidence. Maybe someday they'll meet and influence each other in positive ways, who knows. Still, I think with raising children, you can only hope for the best once you've done all you can do.”

“Hmm, that may be true, but first you must do all you can do.”

“I see your point, Miss Bennet but I cannot fall into the trap of being critical of those I know you hold near and dear, now can I?” he smiled.

She let him off the hook.

When Lizzy returned home she sought out Mary right after breakfast.

“Mary, I wanted to ask you a question about Fordyce's but wouldn't the garden be a lovely setting to discuss it?”

“Well, if you like, Lizzy,” answered a stunned Mary.

In the garden, Lizzy told Mary that she did not really want to discuss Fordyce's but did need to speak with her privately.

“Mary, I know you tend to keep your own counsel and I don't wish to force your confidences. Still, I have noticed what appears to be an interest on your part in Mr. Collins. If I am wrong, I will say no more on it but if I am right, I would like to help you have the felicity you seek with him.”

Mary studied her hands as she held Fordyce's and was silent for some time. Lizzy waited patiently.

“What do you think I would need to do?” she whispered so softly Lizzy could barely make out what she'd said.

“I think we should start by making your appearance as pleasing as may be. Put some ribbons in your hair, use a little rose water, remove your glasses when you don't absolutely need them so that he can get a better look at your face, pinch you cheeks to get a little color in them, choose your most flattering dresses - and you may borrow mine, if you'd like. You have a lovely smile; you should smile more,” Lizzy answered. She hoped that didn't seem like an attack on Mary but they needed to make the necessary changes in a very short time.

“You will not say anything to anyone other than Jane, will you? Especially not Mama or Lydia. And if you tell Kitty she will say something to Lydia. If you tell Papa, he will tease me.”

“Mary, Mary, calm yourself. I will say nothing to anyone unless you ask it of me. I don't think that even Jane need know, although she might have a dress or two that would be more flattering on you than some of my own.

I will simply speak to the maid about what she has been doing with your hair until we find the most flattering style. And you may use some of the rose water Jane and I have put up. Won't that be lovely?”

“I suppose. You don't think it will be too much?”

“No, Mary. Particularly not in the case of Mr. Collins.”

Lizzy sacrificed herself further by spending a little time with Mr. Collins that afternoon. He didn't realize it, of course, but she was laying the groundwork for Mary. She told Mr. Collins that she was not a simple girl, she wanted to find a man who could dress her in fine silks and make certain she had a staff large enough that she never had to dirty her hands in the garden or raise chickens to supplement her husband's income.

Then she went on to say, while that lifestyle would suit my sister, Mary, I could never be happy in such an existence. Mary would love to raise chickens and live in a nice little cottage. I want a home grander than Longbourn, she said. Of course, she went on, she would love to meet Lady Catherine. “I am certain that with her money and my fashion sense, I could help her pick out just the right wardrobe for herself and for her daughter.” Lizzy was fighting back a snicker at the absurdity of what she was saying but she was certain it would work to eliminate her as a prospective bride for Collins. Now if only she could substitute Mary.

Mr. Collins was stunned. He'd been very close to making his suit known but now realized Miss Elizabeth Bennet would not be appropriate at all. Still, he hadn't looked twice at Miss Mary Bennet. While she might suit Lady Catherine, he still had the needs that any man had and wondered if Miss Mary Bennet could fit that bill?

Mary's transformation was complete and tested at that evening's meal. She smiled more, she removed her glasses for dinner, she wore a pale green dress of Jane's that was perfect for her coloring and showed that she did indeed have a bosom and she smelled (possibly reeked) of rose water. After dinner, she asked Mr. Collins if he would like to sing and she accompanied him on the pianoforte.

It was a painful performance for everyone else in the room, except possibly Mrs. Bennet who was tone death and was mostly confused that Mr. Collins seemed to no longer be interested in Elizabeth.

Mr. Bennet's mirth spilled over on more than one occasion and he thanked his family for their endless entertainment. Mary and Mr. Collins chose to believe he spoke most directly to them and were not in the least offended. And while the musical rendition was painful, Elizabeth was pleased to see Mr. Collins' attentions redirected to Mary.

The next day, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth met once again, accidentally, on purpose, but this time, he returned to Longbourn in time for dinner with the family. Mr. Darcy without Mr. Bingley was a surprise Mrs. Bennet truly didn't understand. She could not conceive that he was interested in one of her daughters, unless it was Jane, and she'd no idea how to keep Mr. Bingley while dangling Jane in front of the bigger catch, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Bennet was not only aware of what had brought Darcy to their home but thought it was time to ask Mr. Darcy what his intentions were toward his daughter. Darcy had anticipated the question. He informed Mr. Bennet that there was not an understanding between them but that his intentions were all that were honorable.

Mr. Darcy was asked to stay for supper and to the surprise of all, he consented. Mrs. Bennet had taken the time that afternoon to learn something of his favorite dishes and had them prepared, she insisted that Lizzy stop pestering Mr. Darcy and made certain to sit Jane across from him at supper in one of her finest gowns. Lizzy was amused and Darcy confused. At the end of the meal when the men and women separated, Mr. Bennet hinted that with Mr. Bingley gone, Mrs. Bennet was not going to lose the opportunity to entice Mr. Darcy with more than supper. Collins didn't quite understand what Mr. Bennet was going on about but Darcy understood immediately. He and Mr. Bennet had a good laugh. Mr. Collins was not put out, however. He was practicing his speech to Mr. Bennet asking for Mary's hand. Unbeknownst to all, Mr. Collins had wasted no time in proposing to Mary and she had accepted on the spot. Only Lizzy knew because Mary felt she should be told, given her assistance in the outcome.

So, when the men and women were rejoined, Mr. Darcy outmaneuvered Mrs. Bennet and stood until Lizzy sat down where upon he sat near her and would not be moved no matter how hard Mrs. Bennet tried. Soon, she was distracted by Mr. Bennet's announcement of Mary's engagement. Mary beamed as Mrs. Bennet went on,

“Oh, my Mary. Who would have thought Mary would be the first to marry? But, of course, I saw from the first it would be a good match. Such a lovely pair you two will make. And to think, some day you will live again in your ancestral home after your father has passed on, God bless him. Oh, my, oh, my. I can't wait to tell Mrs. Lucas and Mrs. Long, of course. And my sister, Mrs. Phillips, how could I forget her. You must give me the carriage tomorrow, Mr. Bennet.

And girls, we must plan the most lovely wedding.”

Lydia and Kitty smirked while making rude noises.

Lizzy and Jane hugged and congratulated Mary, wishing her much future happiness.

Darcy was as amused as Mr. Bennet as he listened to Mrs. Bennet go on and on. Lizzy would have been mortified by her mother's performance but Darcy's ability to take her mother and sisters in his stride had enabled Lizzy to be calmer about their performances.

The evening ended pleasantly as Darcy was able to steal a few solitary moments with Lizzy while her mother continued to fuss over the newly affianced couple. He told her that he expected Bingley would return tomorrow and, if he came early enough to visit at Longbourn, Darcy would come with him. Otherwise, he might not be able to see her tomorrow but hopefully the next day. Lizzy said they may all be visiting the neighbors the next morning to share in the good news of Mary's betrothal and, therefore, it was best if he and Mr. Bingley waited until the following day.

Darcy teased Lizzy that Mr. Collins certainly had changed his mind very quickly. “Maybe I should ask him what he knows about you that I do not.”

Lizzy laughed and shared her conversation with Mr. Collins that she intended to guide him toward Mary. She was a little affronted, she said, at how easily he gave up on me.

Darcy said any woman who wouldn't keep chickens and would try to teach his aunt about fashions was definitely not worth pursuing and they laughed together. Only Mr. Bennet noticed the familiarity between the two as the younger girls had removed themselves and the rest of the family was talking of the upcoming wedding.

Soon after, Mr. Darcy departed and the evening wound down on a happy note.

Chapter Nine

Posted on Friday, 30 April 2004

The next morning, when Mr. Darcy came down to breakfast he was surprised to see Miss Bingley. She seemed overly chipper and he was certain he did not want to know why. The Hursts had not yet descended and Mr. Bingley had not yet returned.

“Good morning, Miss Bingley. Isn't it a little early for you to breakfast?”

“Oh, Mr. Darcy. I know you eat early and I did not want you to eat alone again with Charles still being in London. Don't you think it would be a good idea to join him there? You could see Miss Darcy and we could get Charles away from that awful Bennet family."

“Miss Bingley, my sister is studying now and we are scheduled to see each other next month. I thank you for your consideration. However, with regard to Miss Jane Bennet and Bingley, we cannot agree. I thought I had been clear on that earlier this week. Jane is a wonderful young lady. You have said so yourself. I think she and Charles would be a good match, if that is what they each want.”

“But Mr. Darcy, they have no connections, virtually no portion, their mother is uncouth and their mother's family is in trade. How can you say this is a good match?”

“I have stated my case; let Bingley decide for himself. And surely you don't really object to them because their mother's family is in trade when their father is a gentleman?"

The jab was well placed and Miss Bingley felt the sting. She knew it was a veiled poke at her own family tree since her father had been in trade. Still she would not be so easily silenced.

“My friend, Felicity Hallowell would be a wonderful match for Charles, well-bred, a blonde beauty and a nice portion of 15,000 pounds. Would you deny that Felicity is a better match?”

“Miss Bingley, I would if it is not what Bingley wishes.” Darcy replied.

“If we meet him in London, reintroduce him to some of the lovely ladies of our circle, he will not forget himself and will forever leave behind this country chit with no connections. I am sure Felicity would be more to his liking if given a chance.”

“Has Charles met Miss Hallowell?”

“Yes, of course, you know he has.”

“And yet, he didn't hesitate to leave London and Miss Hallowell behind. Why would it be any different now? I will not interfere, Miss Bingley.”

Darcy was unable to finish his customarily large breakfast as the morning's conversation had caused him to lose his appetite.

“I am most disappointed that you will not give Charles guidance on such a crucial matter, when he needs it.”

“And I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Bingley. Now, I believe I will go get a little exercise.” As Darcy rose to leave, the Hursts entered the dining room.

“Mr. Darcy,” cried Mrs. Hurst, “please tell me you will help us in persuading Charles not to connect himself with the likes of the Bennets.”

“Mr. Hurst, Mrs. Hurst,” Darcy nodded in greeting, “Miss Bingley and I have just exhausted that subject and I am sure she'd be more than willing to bring you up to date on my position while I get a little fresh air and exercise. Good day, Madam.”

While Miss Bingley did rise early to convince Darcy to talk Charles into staying in London and giving up Miss Jane Bennet, her other purpose for being up so early was that she was in eager anticipation of the mail. She was certain that today she would hear something from Felicity. She was not disappointed when she received the following letter from her friend,

Dear Caroline:

I hope that you and your family are well and bearing up in the savage enclave of Hertfordshire. I had thought you and your brother might be back in town by now but it may be wise to stay a little longer.

Lately, I have heard a most disturbing story from two separate sources in our circle. One story has it that the very distinguished Mr. Darcy of Pemberley recently tried to have his way with you and nearly ripped off your dress. The other says that he did have his way with you and did rip off your dress. I hope he is not continuing to press his licentious attentions on you. You must ask your brother to protect your honor and insist that Mr. Darcy marry you.

I assure you that no one heard these stories from me, so they must have come from one of the servants, as you suspected might happen earlier.

You should know that this summer I expect everyone will be wearing satin Parisian bonnets, with a high-crown, and a plume of yellow feathers from the top, shading one side of the headdress. If you do not yet have one, you should get to London immediately or send word to your milliner to have one made for you and shipped to Netherfield House. You will not want to be seen out walking without one.

Hoping I will soon see your reputation restored and will be visiting you, my sister, at Pemberley with your dear brother.

Please let me hear from you soon on when you and Mr. Bingley can be expected in London. How do you anticipate renewing my acquaintance with your dear brother?

Waiting in anticipation of good news from you,

Affectionately,

FH

This letter was what Caroline had been waiting for impatiently. She was sure that at least one of the letters that had come for Louisa that day would contain some similar news. And, while she was not happy that they would not be able to join Charles in London, when he returned it seemed likely he, too, may have heard these rumors.

She made certain she was in one of her finer outfits and was ready with a beautiful, lace handkerchief for her tear-studded performance ahead.

Chapter Ten

Darcy had set out for a ride and a little exercise but after the morning's unfortunate breakfast confrontation with Miss Bingley, Darcy wasn't anxious to return to Netherfield. He regretted having to miss his morning congress with Elizabeth, more than he'd thought possible. The next best thing seemed to be to go to Longbourn and spend some time with Mr. Bennet.

Darcy had grown fond of Mr. Bennet and understood Lizzy's special affection for her father. While he had not shown the responsibility Darcy believed was required to maximize his estate's productivity and his family's respectability, Darcy realized that it was Mr. Bennet's free thinking and encouragement that made Lizzy the well-read, witty, liberal thinking person he'd come to admire.

Darcy and Mr. Bennet spent a couple of hours playing chess and sharing a laugh at Lizzy's cleverness in redirecting Mr. Collins' affections to the benefit of all concerned. Mary was apparently thrilled at the prospect of being married to Mr. Collins and being the first among her sisters to be wed. Further, she seemed to be blossoming with all of the newfound attention from her sisters, her Mama and, of course, Mr. Collins. Mr. Bennet only hoped she could remain as content. Her expectations for marriage were not high and even should Mr. Collins fall short of those expectations, it was likely he would fall no shorter than every other man of his wife's.

“I was surprised to see you here today, Mr. Darcy. Were you expecting the ladies to be at home?”

“No, Sir, I came to see you.”

Mr. Bennet smiled.

“Ah, a fine answer. But I know how it is Mr. Darcy, if you'll forgive my impertinence and indulge an old man. Missing my Lizzy are you? She does have a little bit more sense than her other sisters.”

Darcy only smiled and sat back in his chair.

“It is your move.”

As Mr. Bennet contemplated his next move on the board, Darcy said,

“I see where Miss Elizabeth gets her wit.”

“Well, naturally. With only half a wit herself, Mrs. Bennet had none to spare,” Mr. Bennet replied without missing a beat.

Darcy nearly choked in his attempt to suppress a laugh.

Mr. Bennet peered up over his reading glasses,

“Son, if you're going to continue to frequent Longbourn, you're going to have to learn to enjoy a good laugh. There are times to maintain your reserve and decorum but those times are not when I've told a good joke.”

They both broke into a hearty laugh.

Darcy was still smiling as he arrived at Netherfield just as Bingley arrived in his coach. The two men greeted each other in front of the house and Miss Bingley was observing them from the blue sitting room window on the second floor.

Even from that distance, she could see that her brother was not his usual jovial self. However, she could not hear their conversation.

“Bingley, good you are back. How was your business in London?”

“Darcy, good to see you. My business went very well but I am afraid I have something unpleasant I must discuss with you.”

“Certainly, Bingley. Should we go to your study?”

“Give me a minute to get the road dust off, first, and I will meet you in the study in twenty minutes.”

After a short while, Bingley entered the study where Darcy awaited him. His mood was clearly no better.

“Why so gloomy, Bingley? What has happened? Surely between us we can come up with a solution.”

“Darcy, sit down, please. Brandy?”

Darcy accepted his offer as he had a feeling from Bingley's expression that he was going to need it.

“There is a story going around London that I was unfortunate enough to hear at White's yesterday,” Bingley began.

Darcy simply nodded for Bingley to go on, as he nursed his drink.

“The story involves you and Caroline. They are saying that during a walk in the woods surrounding Netherfield, you behaved savagely and compromised my sister's virtue.”

This was worse than Darcy could have anticipated. He set his brandy down and stood up.

“Bingley, tell me you don't believe this vicious lie!” Darcy exclaimed.

Bingley didn't answer. Instead, he asked another question.

“Darcy, do you have any idea of the origin of this rumor? They say you ripped Caroline's dress leaving her exposed.”

Darcy turned to look out the study window and calm himself. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to face Bingley.

“Yes, Bingley, I recall the day, now. Richard had just arrived that day. I had been for my usual walk when I heard a scream and I found Miss Bingley in the woods with a torn dress. I offered her my coat to cover herself but I assure you nothing improper took place between the two of us. You and I discussed the matter and agreed to adhere to Miss Bingley's wishes that we not speak with anyone in the neighborhood about the attack. Don't you recall? That must be the source of this malicious rumor.”

“You probably are right, Darcy. It is likely that one of the servant's embellished the story and it is the talk of town. But this will ruin my sister's reputation and her prospects for a decent marriage. As head of my family, she being my only single sister and we having no parents living, it falls to me to protect her.”

Bingley was pacing the room, in a manner that was more customary to Darcy than to Bingley. His speech more direct that usual and his voice stronger.

“It disturbs me greatly to have to assume this role with you, Darcy. I have long considered you my dearest friend. I am aware that you have no tender regard for my sister, but my only recourse may be to demand that you marry her.

If this has reached Whites, it is surely throughout the major houses of London and it will greatly diminish her prospects for a marriage with any reputable gentleman.”

“Bingley, I understand your position, but let us not rush into any decisions. I need to know more precisely what is being alleged. If this is not purported to be a voluntary act and they are saying I brutalized her, surely her reputation will be in tact; it is mine that has been impugned. Let me discuss this with my sources in London. Then we can talk again on this matter.

You will need to speak with your sister, of course. Would you like me to be present or would you prefer to do it alone?” Darcy petitioned.

“Darcy, I think you should be there. And, perhaps for Caroline's comfort, we should ask Louisa to come, too. What do you think?” Bingley replied.

“By all means, do ask Mrs. Hurst to join us. It is not something we can keep from the rest of the family, if it is the talk of town.”

The ladies were called to join the men in the study. As expected, an ugly scene ensued. Louisa told Charles that as Caroline's guardian he must insist that her virtue be protected and that Mr. Darcy marry Caroline, at once. Caroline wept into her pretty square. Darcy stood as far away as the scene would allow.

In the end, it was agreed that they would think on the matter and there was no need to rush a decision. Darcy expressed his hope that this ugly rumor would blow over as quickly as it had formed, although he wished it more than believed it would be true. Ultimately, he promised that as a gentleman he would do what was right and honorable under the circumstances.

The Bingleys and Mrs. Hurst were satisfied, for the moment. Darcy was thoroughly dejected. How had he let this happen? What could he do other than marry her? Darcy sat down immediately to write a letter to Colonel Fitzwilliam to request his assistance. Richard would know the talk and would be able to give more objective detail of what was being said and how people were reacting to the talk. Further, Richard knew a thing or two about compromising situations - mostly how to avoid them - but he might have some ideas that Darcy had not considered.

Darcy thought of his sister. If this were Georgiana and Bingley, he'd insist that Bingley repair her reputation and marry her immediately. Of course, if it had been someone less reputable such as Wickham, he would have found a substitute whom he could have paid off to be Georgiana's husband.

When Georgiana had been fooled into thinking herself in love with his old friend and now foe, John Wickham, Richard had been by Darcy's side to help him work through the possible solutions. It was unclear, at first, what had been going on in Ramsgate and whether Georgiana's virtue had been compromised in any way. Richard had helped to investigate what had taken place, helped in asking Georgiana some of the more difficult and delicate questions about her relationship with John. Richard had actually been the one to explain to Georgiana that John was not the man she thought him to be.

John, the son of Darcy's father's most trusted and respected steward, had been treated like a son by the senior Darcy when John's father died suddenly. He'd lost his mother as a young boy and with his father's death, he was suddenly alone in the world. The Darcys took him in, gave him an education and promised him a living at the vicarage in Kympton. Upon Mr. Darcy's death, John asked for money in lieu of the living and was granted a more than sufficient amount to compensate him for relinquishing any right to the living at Kympton. Darcy had been relieved to be done with John Wickham, as he knew that with his lack of moral character, he would have made a poor vicar.

When John had run out of money and returned asking for the living, Darcy had no regrets in turning him down. Since that time, John had been looking for a way to revenge what he considered to be Darcy's unfair treatment. He certainly tried to blemish Darcy's character with tales of how Darcy had mistreated him and refused him the living that the senior Darcy had promised.

Still, Darcy was unprepared for the vile and immoral character that would seek his revenge through the innocence of Darcy's sister. Fortunately, Darcy arrived in Ramsgate just in time to thwart John's plans. Georgiana's companion, who had conspired with John in the planned elopement, was summarily dismissed. Darcy still shuddered at how close he'd come to losing Georgiana.

But this was not Georgiana. Georgiana was sweet and innocent. She didn't know the ways of the world. Miss Bingley was much more worldly. Unfortunately, her pursuit of Darcy over the last couple of years would only add fuel to the flames. It might be assumed that Darcy had simply chosen to act on her flirtations and gotten caught in her trap.

Darcy sent an express to Richard, apprising him of the situation and asking his assistance. He wanted to know what, if anything, Richard had heard. And he wanted Richard's advice on how he might come up with a solution that would be palatable to him, under the circumstances.

All he could do was wait once the express had been sent. As a decisive man of action, waiting was a most difficult task.

Chapter Eleven

Posted on Tuesday, 4 May 2004

Colonel Fitzwilliam taking a much needed holiday in town, was breakfasting with his parents, Lord and Lady Matlock, when the express arrived.

His mother, Lady Sarah Matlock, saw his cheerful expression change dramatically and knew it must be bad news. But Richard did not reveal what was in the express and continued to eat his breakfast.

“Father, I am afraid I am not going to be able to accompany you to the tailor today. I have an errand I must run this morning and it may take a good part of the day.”

Richard knew Miss Bingley had been after Darcy for the last two years. This scandal sounded too convenient to him. And poor Darcy may be too honorable for his own good. He'd first drop in at Whites and see what he could learn.

Richard quickly went to St. James Street to see which of his friends might be at Whites. First he stopped to review the betting book. The betting book was always open on a table for bets of the most trivial nature to be laid at any time. Richard guessed that if the rumor was widespread enough, someone would be taking bets on the odds of Darcy marrying Miss Bingley. He might himself, if Darcy were not his closest cousin and friend.

There he noticed several interesting entries. As expected, there were a number of entries betting on whether or not Darcy would marry Miss Bingley - some with time limits, others open ended. Lord Whiplet, Sir Jagger and Mr. Osborne had each made several wagers on Darcy and Miss Bingley along with a number of other bets on similarly frivolous matters.

Then he went to sit by the bay window to await any of a number of his friends who might have some information on the rumor or on Miss Bingley.

The first of his friends to arrive was Mr. Thomas Blake. A single gentleman of moderate fortune, who drank too much and enjoyed the company of many a lonely widow. He was usually an excellent source of the rumors circulating in high society. You have to frequent many a parlor and make a lot of small talk with a lot of lonely ladies to find those willing to discreetly bestow their charms on you, with no expectation of attachment. However, it did often afford you free drink and it was better than gambling your money away at the club.

“Mr. Blake, so good to see you. Please come join me.”

The Colonel was drinking coffee and Mr. Blake ordered the same.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, I have not seen you in quite a spell. The army must be monopolizing too much of your time.”

“True, I have been very busy lately with army duties. First break I have had in months other than a few days I spent in Hertfordshire last month with my cousin, Darcy.”

“Darcy, yes, I know him. What is he doing in Hertfordshi…Oh, yes, I remember now, getting caught by Miss Bingley, is what I've heard.”

“Really?” replied the Colonel, feigning total ignorance. “I wasn't sure my cousin would ever be caught by any of the women we know. He's certainly given them all a good run for their money.”

“Run for their money, indeed. Although I'd say Darcy's more known for giving them the brush off than anything. I had heard Mr. Bingley's sister was accosted by Darcy while at Bingley's estate in Hertfordshire. Not sure who really believes it although you never know what lies beyond those cool exteriors.” Mr. Blake stopped talking to sip his coffee.

“Where did you hear this outrageous rumor. Darcy is the model of propriety; I could never imagine him doing what you're implying. Besides, he's been running from Miss Bingley for long enough that everyone but Miss Bingley realized he had no interest in her,” said the Colonel in an attempt to nudge more information out of Blake.

“Hmmm. Was out drinking until some ungodly hour at Lady Falwell's where I got ape-drunk and I have a dandy of a hangover. Her sister, Mrs. Tulbrow, is good friends with Miss Felicity Hallowell, so their maids are friends.”

Mr. Blake pressed a finger to his temple, before he continued, “The one maid told the other maid. I gather Miss Hallowell's and Miss Bingley's maids are friends as well. So, that seems to be your source. You know ladies' maids know everything and the ladies give as much gossip as they get from the maids.”

Miss Felicity Hallowell? Richard was trying to remember where that name had come up recently. Then it dawned on him. He'd seen it in the betting book, just a few minutes earlier. He'd have to look more closely, again.

“Yes, well, it is difficult for me to believe that anyone really thinks Darcy would compromise a respectable woman's virtue,” the Colonel replied.

“Colonel, most of the men I know think that this may be the final piece to get Darcy to the alter. I mean, he is twenty-eight and it's time for heirs at Pemberley, I'm sure. I know if I lead as honorable a life as Darcy, I would have to drink more to numb the pain of abstinence. And you won't convince me that you don't feel the same way.

I know he's your cousin but who is to really say what a man is capable of when it comes to passions of the flesh. Not I. `Still waters run deep.'”

“Well, I still feel certain it is untrue but see how you could come to your conclusion,” the Colonel countered, unwilling to waste time debating the point any further.

The men continued to talk of other rumors and mundane matters for upwards of an hour. It was now the proper time to go calling and the Colonel thought he knew just the lady he'd like to see today.

When he stopped back by the betting book, this time he noticed that adjacent to the wagers concerning Darcy were often wagers over whether Mr. Bingley would marry a Miss Felicity Hallowell. The Colonel knew Miss Hallowell and wondered how she was tied to the Bingleys. He'd do his best to find out.

The Colonel gave his calling card to the footman and waited to be let into Miss Felicity Hallowell's drawing room. Shortly, he was shown into the room where Miss Felicity was joined by her older sister, Grace. “Colonel, it is always so nice to see you. To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?” Grace cooed.

Now the Colonel recalled why he had not graced the Hallowell home before. Grace. Tall, very thin, with a hawk-line nose and a slit for a mouth with ears that protruded far too noticeably from her head. When she opened her mouth to smile, it appeared that there were twice as many teeth as needed all fighting for space.

“Miss Felicity, Miss Grace, I was just at my club speaking with Mr. Thomas Blake. He mentioned your names and I thought it had been far too long since I had been in your company,” the Colonel replied.

After thirty minutes of polite parlor conversation, where Miss Grace labored for the Colonel's attention and Miss Felicity made it quite clear she wanted nothing to do with a second son, even if he was the attractive and debonair second son of an Earl, the Colonel was unable to determine where the rumor had gestated. Miss Felicity said only that she had heard it from her maid and without cross examining the maid, the Colonel could take it no further. The Colonel mentioned that he'd been in Hertfordshire recently and that was the only free time he'd had in months, before now. Miss Felicity volunteered “Why I have a good friend in Hertfordshire at Netherfield House.”

“What a coincidence. I was visiting my cousin, Mr. Darcy, who is staying at Netherfield with his good friend, Charles Bingley. Are you friends with Miss Bingley or with Mrs. Hurst?”

“I know them both, of course. But Caroline is so dear to me. We are almost like sisters. And Mr. Bingley and I are very good friends, too. I am sure he'll come to call on me when he is next in town,” Miss Felicity said.

Miss Grace added, “Why yes, Felicity and Charles are so close, I do imagine she will be spoken for soon.”

Richard was certain this was said to direct his attention away from Felicity. But it had given him some vital information. One more question, thought Richard.

“Did Mr. Bingley get an opportunity to visit you earlier this week when he was in town?”

The shock on Miss Felicity's face was immediately evident.

“Are you certain Mr. Bingley was in town?” Miss Felicity asked.

“Yes, quite certain, although he only stayed a few days and then returned to his estate.”

Once he thought he'd learned about all he was going to learn with the Hallowell sisters, he was happy to be free of them both. He was going to have to question Charles Bingley's taste if he was giving serious consideration to Miss Felicity. She reminded him too much of his sister, not in appearance but in character.

Certainly the Charles Bingley he'd met was not smitten with Miss Felicity after having met Miss Jane Bennet. Was there something there before he'd met Jane? Had Mr. Bingley left Miss Felicity with a reasonable expectation of a proposal of marriage? He would have to speak to Darcy and Mr. Bingley to find out.

Chapter Twelve

Back at Netherfield, Charles tried to cheer Darcy while they waited for news from Richard. Further, he was ready to share with him the reason for his trip to town.

“Darce, have you seen the Bennets while I was away?”

With a wistful smile, Darcy replied,

“Actually, Bingley, I saw one Bennet or another everyday while you were in town. Miss Bennet was doing quite well. That's really your question, isn't it? And one of the Miss Bennets is engaged to marry their cousin, Mr. Collins.”

“Oh, no, Darcy, not Miss Elizabeth. I thought…well, before I left I actually thought you were partial to Miss Elizabeth. It is a pity…” Bingley was interrupted by Darcy before he finished.

“Actually Charles, it is Miss Mary Bennet who is to marry Mr. Collins. Quite a turn of events, wouldn't you say?”

“Wonderful! Miss Mary Bennet. Yes, that was not what was rumored but that is good. I should go to Longbourn to congratulate her,” Charles replied.

“Yes, Charles, go to Longbourn to congratulate Miss Mary but when you do, try to look at Miss Mary and not Miss Jane,” Darcy gave a forced smile as he teased his friend.

“Won't you come with me, Darcy?”

“No, I think not Charles. I am not currently good company.”

“How would that be any different than what we've seen in the past?” Charles quipped.

“And you are my friend?”

“I need you to come, Darcy. I would like you and Miss Elizabeth to give me some time alone with Miss Jane. While I was in London, I procured a ring and I spoke with my solicitor. I am prepared to propose to Miss Jane Bennet, Darcy. I know there have been some objections from my sisters and that you have thought that her family is a problem but she is an angel. I am in love with her, Darcy. There's nothing to do about it but to ask for her hand.”

“Charles, you are wrong about my objections. I wish you happy and will go with you, only to assist with your plans to propose. You are right though. Your sisters will not be very happy but you must do what will constitute your own happiness.”

“Thank you, Darcy.”

While Richard agreed with Thomas Blake that Darcy's reserve did not mean that he was a passionless man, he believed that he was first and foremost an honorable man. He could not have attacked a woman in the woods. And why would he attack Caroline Bingley when he could have had her for the asking? He spent far too much time running from Caroline to attack her. But if he didn't who did? How and why would the rumor in London be that he had initiated the attack if someone else had attacked her? And was it possible that she had started this rumor herself? If so, how?

Richard decided to go to Netherfield the next morning to report his findings to Darcy and to speak with Darcy and Bingley about what had actually happened the day of the alleged attack. He knew that ultimately he was going to have to question Miss Bingley, but he wasn't yet certain how to best approach her.

He also thought it was time to speak to his father. While he had not received Darcy's permission to reveal this incident, he thought it was likely his father would find out should he attend his club. It would be better for him to hear from Richard than be caught off balance by hearing the news from strangers.

Lord Matlock was given all of the information Richard had thus far. He agreed with Richard that it was highly improbable that Darcy had committed such a grievous act. And more, the Earl thought that while Darcy may feel obligated to do what he believed to be honorable, it was important that he not enter into a marriage with a woman who certainly could not bring him happiness. If she had laid this trap, which the Earl was suspicious that she had, she would indubitably be the type of woman who would make his life miserable.

Lord Matlock knew Mr. Percy Hallowell, Miss Grace and Miss Felicity's father. A social climber of the first water. Mr. Bingley would be a good catch for his daughter. She had a decent portion but not extraordinary and had little else to attract a gentleman who was not desperate for marriage. If he visited Mr. Hallowell's home, Mr. Hallowell would be suspicious but he could make a point of running into him at one of the many social engagements he would normally not attend. He knew he was likely to be at the Hawthorne's dinner party next week. The Matlocks had not previously accepted but he was certain that the Hawthorne's would welcome an extra Earl. Title has it's privilege.

As Darcy and Bingley rode to Longbourn, Darcy was uneasy about how to approach the Bennets with the prospect that he may have to marry Miss Bingley. Would Elizabeth understand? How could she? He didn't understand. How could it be that after enduring endless hours at too many parties to mention in London and in the countryside, and being chased by rabid Mamas looking to secure a good husband for their darling daughters, he finally meets his soul mate only to be forced to marry another? What cruel fate would torment him this way?

And what would he say to her? How could he ever be with another woman when the woman of his dreams, the woman he saw whenever he closed his eyes, was Elizabeth? He had to say something to her before she heard it from someone else. Maybe he should speak to Mr. Bennet. Oh no, that wouldn't do. Mr. Bennet couldn't be certain if it was true or not so he couldn't allow Darcy around his daughter after telling him. He'd tell Elizabeth and beg her patience as he worked to find a solution.

Mrs. Bennet was her typical effervescent self when they arrived. She was still confused about Darcy's presence and thought maybe they both, Bingley and Darcy, favored Jane but she felt that only doubled her chances of seeing Jane well settled. And maybe the `loser' would accept Lydia or Kitty as a consolation. Men like Mr. Darcy wouldn't want someone like Elizabeth with so many pert opinions that were voiced as the opinion was formed without regard to the company she kept. No, Lydia would be a nice lively match for Bingley and maybe Kitty who was in awe of Mr. Darcy would be a good match for him. But first, she would see who would win Jane.

Elizabeth was so happy for Jane that Bingley had returned after only a short absence. She was certain Jane had missed him terribly. Soon, the four them were once again walking out and the two couples quickly separated.

“Mr. Darcy, we missed our morning discussions yesterday but I understand you enjoyed the company of at least one of the Bennets in my absence,” Lizzy teased.

“Miss Bennet, I know you're teasing but I did truly enjoy Mr. Bennet's company.

However, there's something of a serious note I must tell you before we go any further. I hope you're still speaking to me when I am through.”

Elizabeth nodded.

“A short time ago as I was walking through part of Netherfield's park, I heard a woman scream. I ran in the direction of the scream and found Miss Bingley with the bodice of her dress torn. She told me she'd been attacked by a strange man. I didn't see or hear anyone so I had no offender to pursue. I gave Miss Bingley my waistcoat and escorted her back to Netherfield.”

Lizzy's look was one of horror and curiosity but she did not interrupt him because she had no idea where this story was going and no idea what to say.

Darcy continued ”Miss Bingley begged us to not reveal this event to anyone in the area and we assented to her request.

Recently, while Bingley was in town, he learned that there is a false rumor circulating that I attacked Miss Bingley. We're trying to understand how far this has spread and if there's anything that can be done to salvage Miss Bingley's reputation.”

He was silent.

Elizabeth spoke, “That's a dreadful story. To think that Miss Bingley has been attacked. I hope she was not terribly harmed. But why would you think I would not speak to you when you've been wrongfully accused?”

“Because if we can't control this rumor and it appears that Miss Bingley's reputation may be ruined because of the perception of the loss of her virtue…” Darcy began but was unable to finish.

Lizzy whispered so that it was just audible to Darcy,

“You will have to marry her.”

“Yes,” he said.

Lizzy fought back tears, “I don't know how this could happen to you. Such a good man. I know your friendship with Miss Bingley is based on your closeness to Mr. Bingley.”

They found themselves at their favorite rock and they shared it once again.

As Darcy looked into Elizabeth's eyes, he spoke,

“I'd like to be optimistic and say there'll be another solution found but I've been unable to think of one and I pride myself in being realistic. There's unlikely to be another honorable way out of this scandal. I thought you should know.”

Elizabeth turned to Darcy and took his face in her hands,

“I know you'd never do anything like this. I know it. And I understand why you'll marry Miss Bingley. I know how much your reputation for integrity means to you. You won't lose my friendship because of it.”

He kissed her hand, held her to his chest and kissed her hair.

“Your friendship and respect mean so much to me, Miss Bennet. I want you to know that.”

They clung to each other for quite some time before silently rising together to face the others. Darcy wiped the remaining moisture from Elizabeth's face.

They walked without further conversation for some time.

“I expect that there may be more good news at Longbourn today,” Darcy told Elizabeth, mostly to break the silence.

“Jane and Mr. Bingley make such a happy pair that I cannot imagine anyone who would not wish them joy,” Elizabeth responded but as soon as the comment crossed her lips, she thought of Miss Bingley. From the tension she saw in Darcy's jaw, she was sure he'd had the same thought.

As they approached Longbourn's park, they saw Jane and Mr. Bingley nearing on a converging path. Lizzy called out to them. Jane hurried to her sister and embraced her.

“Lizzy, we are engaged!! I am so happy!” she exclaimed.

“Jane, my dear sweet Jane, no one deserves the happiness more than you. Congratulations, Mr. Bingley.”

Darcy added his congratulations to the pair and they proceeded to the house. There Bingley parted to talk with Mr. Bennet. Darcy was happy for and jealous of his friend, at the same time. He felt Bingley and Jane were well matched and he could see their happiness but it made him wonder if he could ever look forward to the same satisfaction in his union.

After what seemed like an eternity to Darcy, they departed for Netherfield. The evening had been full of congratulations from all parties. Mr. Collins was no longer there but all of the girls and Mrs. Bennet fussed over Jane excessively. Mrs. Bennet was to monopolize the carriage again to tell all of the neighborhood of her good fortune. The meal was chosen just to please Mr. Bingley with all of his favorites, too much time was taken speaking of weddings and, of course, Mr. Bennet found joy in teasing the happy pair.

Mrs. Bennet wasted no time in trying to show Kitty in her best light. Darcy had returned to his dark brooding for most of the evening and it did not go unnoticed by Mrs. or Mr. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet thought he was upset at losing his opportunity for Jane. Mr. Bennet couldn't imagine what was disturbing the young man but whatever it was, he was certain Lizzy was aware of it, too. She didn't seem quite her happy self, although Lizzy was not one for dwelling on the negative.

Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived at Netherfield House mid-morning the following day. What an unpleasant atmosphere in the house. All of the household was in the sitting room when Colonel Fitzwilliam was announced. Darcy was brooding, Miss Bingley was agitated and uneasy, Mrs. Hurst reflected her sister's mood and Mr. Hurst was snoring in the corner of the room. Only Bingley seemed to be in good spirits. Although Darcy was happy to see his cousin arrive, he couldn't imagine there was much good that he would have to report.

After briefly greeting the ladies, the three alert gentlemen in the room proceeded to Bingley's study to discuss the pressing issue at hand.

The Colonel started by telling Bingley and Darcy what he was able to find,

“I went to Whites and it is true that there is a rumor saying that you have forced your attentions on Miss Bingley and that she returned home distressed and disheveled. Further, there are now bets being taken as to if and when, Darcy, you will marry Miss Bingley.

The speculation is that you are a cold fish who momentarily lost control of his cravings.”

“Richard, you know that's a damn hum!”

“Darcy, I know. I am sure you didn't do what they are saying. I remember the day that I arrived and Miss Bingley was wearing your waistcoat. I recall seeing the two of you walking up to the house and having what appeared to be a cordial conversation. Miss Bingley did not become hysterical until she entered the house, as I recall. “

Thinking back, Darcy replied, “That's true; she was not sobbing or screaming until she entered the foyer.”

“But let me finish by discussing some of my observations and thoughts on this matter. They are not yet settled but they may be unpleasant for you to hear, Mr. Bingley. I want to state first that I do not believe your sister to be a lady-bird and you should not take that from anything I say.

The talk in town, however, is that Miss Bingley had set her cap at my cousin. Some see this perception of the loss of her virtue at the hands of Mr. Darcy of Pemberley to be extremely convenient for her plans.”

“Colonel, I know my sister has expressed an interest in Darcy and maybe goes too far in denigrating the character of other young ladies to look favorable in Darcy's eyes in comparison or is overly deferential to his opinion but I think her reputation means too much to her to have contrived this attack. And even if she did, how could she be responsible for those in town believing that the attacker was Darcy when she clearly stated to all of us that Darcy rescued her from the attacker?” Bingley stated in defense of his sister.

“I haven't been able to determine that yet, Sir. To paraphrase on Mr. Shakespeare, `There are stranger things between heaven and hell than man will ever understand.' In this case, I am asking both you and Darcy for more time to look into this further. I believe with a little more time, we will understand what happened here. And there is enough at stake and enough that does not make sense, that seems too coincidental to ignore and not give it further consideration.”

The Colonel was beginning to frustrate Bingley. Bingley wanted a resolution to this problem and he was being pressured by Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst on a daily basis to show that he wore the pants in the family and could stand up to Mr. Darcy.

Still, he recognized the dilemma Darcy was facing; a lifetime with a woman he did not and could not love. And after seeing him with Miss Elizabeth Bennet and speaking with Miss Jane Bennet, he was fairly certain Darcy had found the woman he could love. Bingley was being torn in two different directions and he was not a man known for his decisiveness. He decided he should at least try to plead his sister's case.

“How long, Colonel? This is my sister's virtue we are talking about here. It can not be easily recovered.”

“I understand what I am asking. But please be reasonable. If it is true that your sister had no part in creating this rumor, she will have suffered for a few weeks. How long will Darcy be forced to suffer, if we find out that the fudge can be laid at her doorstep?” the Colonel defended his position.

“I thank you both for talking about me as if I am not present.” Darcy interjected. “Richard, what more do you have to suggest that Miss Bingley may have had a hand in creating her own downfall? That does seem to be a rather desperate gamble on her part.”

“I understand how you might see it that way, Darcy. But those of us who know you, know of your honorability and integrity as a certainty. So, how much of a risk was it, if she felt confident in not getting caught?

I have been able to trace the fudge back to two maids - those of Mrs. Tulbrow and Miss Felicity Hallowell. Coincidentally, Miss Felicity Hallowell is friends with Miss Bingley. There are bets being placed in the book at Whites as to when we can wish Mr. Bingley joy in his anticipated union with Miss Felicity Hallowell.”

“Why that is ridiculous, cried Bingley. “I made an offer to Miss Jane Bennet just yesterday and she accepted. I have never been in Miss Felicity Hallowell's company other than at public gatherings or when I have accompanied my sister to visit the Hallowell ladies.

I have no idea where that Banbury story could have originated but it has no basis in reality, I can assure you.

Doesn't it make more sense that the maids are the exclusive source and not that my sister had any part in this?”

”Mr. Bingley, I would agree with you but I have spoken with Miss Felicity Hallowell, personally, she implied that there was something between the two of you, as did her sister, Miss Grace Hallowell. Having met Miss Jane Bennet and being sensitive to your attraction to her, I wasn't sure if you had formed an attachment only after taking residence at Netherfield without severing your bond with Miss Felicity Hallowell or if an attachment between you and Miss Hallowell had never actually existed.”

Now Bingley was stymied. He didn't have another argument for the Colonel. If Miss Hallowell personally believed there was some attachment formed or likely to be formed between the two of them, there had to be another explanation other than the maids. But for the life of him, Bingley couldn't conceive of what that might be.

“Darcy, Bingley, now do you understand why this situation makes me uneasy enough to ask that you give me more time to look into this predicament? The stakes are too high not to review all of the evidence thoroughly, don't you agree?” asked the Colonel.

They agreed that two to three more weeks would be reasonable in light of what Colonel Fitzwilliam had been able to discover to date. Mr. Bingley left to tell his sister of their decision. It was agreed that he would not relate to Miss Bingley what he had learned from the Colonel.

After Bingley left the two men in the study, Darcy, who had been pacing walked over to the window and rested his head against the pane.

“Darce, you can't be blamed for having a fit of the blue-devils under the circumstances. But don't worry; I'm going to see you riveted to the right woman,” the Colonel said as he slapped his cousin on his back.

Darcy smiled, “You are certain of that, are you?”

“Yes, I am Darcy. Speaking of which, how is Miss Elizabeth Bennet?”

Even in his foul mood, Darcy laughed.

“Miss Bennet is well. I have informed her of this matter, actually.”

“Have you?”

“It seemed right.”

“Are you afraid you will drive her into the arms of her cousin, Mr. Collins?”

“Too late for that, I'm afraid. Mr. Collins is promised to Miss Mary Bennet.”

“My, my. And they say things are slower in the country. That was unexpected, wasn't it?”

“Yes, but it appears to be a welcome match on both parts and I think Lady Catherine will be equally pleased with the choice.”

“So, she will.”

Chapter Thirteen

Posted on Friday, 7 May 2004

Back in London, Lord and Lady Matlock were in their carriage on their way to the dinner party given by the Hawthornes. Lady Matlock had been a stunning beauty, in her youth. Now, as the mother of three grown children, she was comfortable being a plump and aging matron. Her time in the spotlight of youth may have been gone, but she was still the light in her husband's eyes and that was all that really matter.

Lady Matlock addressed her husband,

“I am still surprised that you changed your mind about accepting this engagement. Will you not tell me why?”

“I have told you, there is someone I expect will be in attendance with whom I wish to speak.” He got a twinkle in his eye and teased, “Besides, it is best, my love, if you not know for you know you are unable to keep a confidence.

Please be patient with me. All will be revealed in time, I promise.”

At that, the portly Earl kissed his wife's hand and held it, silencing her for the remainder of the ride.

As one of the last couples of 11 to arrive, Lord and Lady Matlock were introduced to all they didn't know and greeted those they did, only having to suffer one more round of introductions when the last couple for dinner made their entrance.

Mr. and Mrs. Hallowell were in attendance. Lord Matlock sought Mr. Hallowell's company before the procession to dinner but they were separated at the dinner table. However, as luck would have it, he was seated next to the rather attractive Mrs. Hallowell. Matlock was not familiar with Mr. Hallowell's bride but soon found her to be a lively woman who spoke her mind freely.

“My Lord, I am so honored to be in your company. Not just any Earl, mind you, but one of your stature and vast estate is positively exciting.”

Matlock was largely amused that anyone would say exactly what she was thinking without thought to filter it first but he was certain this could be used to his advantage and wouldn't `look a gift horse in the mouth.'

“Mrs. Hallowell, I am profusely flattered that such a charming young lady would be agreeable to conversing with an old codger such as myself.”

Now Mrs. Hallowell's face brightened even more as her smile broadened. Across the table, Lady Matlock recalled where the Colonel had gotten all of his charm.

“I am sure” bubbled Mrs. Hallowell, “ we will be fast friends, my Lord. You are most certainly not an old codger. Why, Mr. Hallowell is your contemporary and I don't think him old at all.”

“Mrs. Hallowell, it is kind of you to say so. However, I have children your age.”

“Yes. And so do I. My stepdaughters, Miss Felicity Hallowell and Miss Grace Hallowell. Truly, I was most vexed to have missed the opportunity of meeting your second son, Colonel Fitzwilliam, when he called on my step-daughters. I have heard he is quite the charmer and much sought after to attend all of the parties throughout the season.”

“Well, I am extremely proud of the Colonel. I imagine he is very popular but I think him a brilliant military mind.”

“Yes, yes. I am sure. Of course, as a second son he will likely seek to marry a woman of some fortune.

Now, our youngest daughter has set her cap for a Mr. Charles Bingley and is nearly spoken for. She corresponds regularly with his sister, Miss Bingley, who has a enormous influence over him. We only await his return from his country home to solidify the arrangement.

But our oldest, there we are aware of no attachments and I believe her much pleased to be in the Colonel's company.”

Lord Matlock was both appalled at the impertinence and impropriety of this woman and thankful for Darcy's sake that she was willing to speak so freely. Clearly, there was more than a passing friendship between Miss Felicity Hallowell and Miss Bingley. How would Miss Felicity take the news that Mr. Bingley was engaged to another? Lord Matlock had just received that news from the Colonel earlier that day.

“Why Mrs. Hallowell, I was not aware my son had visited your fair daughters. The Colonel is currently in Hertfordshire staying with Mr. Bingley and, I am sorry to inform you, has just informed me that Mr. Bingley has made an offer to a neighboring gentleman's daughter.”

Mrs. Hallowell gasped rather loudly. “That cannot be!” she cried out. Her cry caused others to turn their heads.

Mrs. Hawthorne turned to Mrs. Hallowell and asked,

“Are you quite all right, Mrs. Hallowell?” concerned that something about the meal had not agreed with her.

“Pardon me. Yes, I am quite well, thank you,” she replied, although her sudden paleness spoke otherwise.

The rest of the guests returned to their discussions and food. Mrs. Hallowell was momentarily quiet. For the first time since she and Lord Matlock had begun their discourse, she was at a loss for words.

Lord Matlock wanted to probe further, but did he dare. It would be so inappropriate to ask why she was so shocked but with Mrs. Hallowell, he doubted she would notice the impropriety. On the other hand, it really went against the basics that he'd been taught about social intercourse. Still, to save his nephew, he chose to speak,

“Mrs. Hallowell had Mr. Bingley made promises to Miss Hallowell? I would hope my son is not acquainting with the type of young man who would make promises and then refuse to keep them.”

“No, no, of course not. It is only that Miss Bingley's letters gave every implication that she would be able to persuade him in Miss Felicity's direction. We were all counting on it. It was to be such a good match and make sisters out of good friends. I do not see how Miss Bingley could have been so mistaken.” This last she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “It is most cruel of Miss Bingley to have raised Miss Felicity's hopes so.”

Indeed it was, thought Lord Matlock but what had been Miss Bingley's motivation. He was now certain that Miss Bingley had acted to falsely convince Miss Felicity that she could count on the betrothal between herself and Mr. Bingley. But why? What did she stand to gain? Was it merely an act of cruelty or something more?

The ladies soon headed for the music room to leave the men to their brandy and cigars. Lord Matlock left frustrated with his inability to learn more from the evening.

Chapter Fourteen

Following breakfast the next morning, Lord Matlock sat to write a letter, telling his son and Darcy of the little he had learned from Mrs. Hallowell at the dinner party the prior evening. He felt that he knew enough to insist that his nephew not throw his life away on this young lady but there was still no hard evidence that said Miss Bingley had started this rumor and ought, therefore, not to benefit from it. Nothing tied Miss Felicity Hallowell to the rumor, other than that her maid was one of those to spread the gossip. But how could he get the maid to talk when she would know it would risk her employment? Maybe if he offered her another position? He sat and pondered the evidence, making no progress in the letter it was his object to write.

After sitting at the desk, still with a largely blank sheet of paper, the footman announced a Mr. Hallowell to see him. This was early for a social call and he did not bring his wife. And he'd never called at his home before. He asked that he be shown in.

“Lord Matlock,” Mr. Hallowell bowed, “I thank you for seeing me this morning.”

“Certainly Mr. Hallowell, please sit down.”

Mr. Hallowell thanked him as he took a chair opposite Lord Matlock's immense desk. He looked ill at ease and Lord Matlock offered him some tea,

“Or would you like something a little stronger, perhaps. A glass of sherry?”

“Yes, my Lord, a glass of sherry would be welcomed. Thank you.”

As he poured the sherry, Mr. Hallowell began to speak,

“I understand from my wife that she has made you aware of the now extinguished expectations for my daughter Miss Felicity and Mr. Bingley. My wife said she shared with you the cruel manner in which Miss Bingley raised Felicity's hopes.”

Lord Matlock nodded and Mr. Hallowell continued,

“We spoke with Felicity this morning and it appears that Miss Bingley used Felicity quite ill to further her hopes of connecting herself to your nephew, Mr. Darcy. In as much as Mr. Bingley has done nothing inappropriate in his dealings with my daughter, Miss Bingley repeatedly raised those expectations. She should not benefit from this behavior.”

Mr. Hallowell pulled a letter out of his pocket. “In sending this letter to my youngest, she raised our expectations.” He said as he handed Miss Bingley's letter to Lord Matlock. “I know it does not directly promise that Miss Bingley will further the match but all implications are there. And with that expectation, my daughter initiated the rumor now circulating regarding Mr. Darcy's attack on Miss Bingley.”

Lord Matlock was delighted. Finally some hard evidence that Miss Bingley started this rumor by telling Miss Hallowell.

“Mr. Hallowell, I can only imagine how difficult this was for you to reveal the evidence of this disappointment. My family thanks you.”

“I know you have a daughter, M' Lord, who has married well. This is all a father wants for his daughter - to see her well situated in life. Miss Bingley should not fulfill her dreams after using my daughter so abominably and shattering her dreams. And no one should suffer from my daughter's wrongdoings, either. I beg your forgiveness and I take your leave now.”

With the departure of Mr. Hallowell, Lord Matlock was able to finish his missive to his son and Darcy with confidence that the issue would shortly be resolved.

After the meeting telling Elizabeth about the possibility of being forced into matrimony with Miss Bingley, Darcy and Elizabeth had spent no time alone. They had seen each other in the various gatherings throughout the neighborhood but did not seek each other's company at those meetings for fear of raising expectations of the neighbors or Elizabeth's family. Mr. Bennet was at a loss as to what had caused the rift, but said nothing about it, in hopes that the young couple he believed to be well suited, would work their differences out.

Still, Elizabeth and Darcy continued to lose sleep thinking of one another, of the felicity they had shared, of their tender moments together. Both strongly suspected that any intimate relationship that they'd had was in the past and would not be spoken of again, but chose to hold on to those warm memories.

At Netherfield, Miss Bingley grew more and more restless with there being no favorable decision made on repairing her reputation by directing a marriage between herself and Mr. Darcy. Another week had passed without any action. She blamed her brother for his weakness and knew that every day that the decision was further delayed, there was the possibility of an unfavorable outcome. Colonel Fitzwilliam's presence also disturbed her. He was always polite and congenial but he seemed to look right through her, causing her to experience a great deal of discomfit. She was determined to take things in her own hands and effect the result that she most desired.

Mr. Darcy was in the library and she was determined to browbeat him by insisting that he do the right thing to help repair her reputation.

As she entered the library, she looked coyly at Mr. Darcy who hunched further over his book to try to impress upon Miss Bingley his wish not to be disturbed. He had avoided being in Miss Bingley's company more than usual, since learning of this rumor. His poor posture would have no impact on Miss Bingley.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy. I would so love to return to town but am concerned for how I would be received right now,” she cried.

“That makes it an excellent idea to stay in the country then, I believe, Miss Bingley,” Darcy replied without looking up.

“Yes, but how am I to keep up with fashions and news if I am here stuck in the country with these unrefined and ill-bred country folk?”

“It seems that it is unnecessary to be up to the minute with regard to fashions while you are here, Miss Bingley. Should you wish to hear the news, there are papers delivered here at Netherfield that you can read. If you really mean you have not kept up with the social news, it would seem you continue to top that list and that is the thing you wish to avoid in London.”

This was going to be more difficult than Miss Bingley had anticipated.

“But I cannot avoid London forever, Mr. Darcy. I have always thought you to be a powerful and decisive man. Surely you and Charles have come to some conclusion regarding my fate and how this can best be handled.”

“Miss Bingley, as a `decisive man', I insist upon having as many of the necessary facts as possible. We will wait until we have those facts before we make a decision of how to best deal with the issues at hand.”

Said with more edge to her tone than she'd intended, as she was losing patience,

“While you delay, my reputation continues to be ruined.”

“Miss Bingley, I am sure as a woman of some dignity, you do not want to be bound to a man for whom you have little affection and who views you most fondly as his good friend's sister. Your reputation does not worsen as we wait and it may save us from making a move that neither of us would wish to make, given the limited extent of our regard for one another.”

Miss Bingley had forced the issue, asking the question that provoked the answer that could only cause her much pain. She was forced to acknowledge that Mr. Darcy had no intention of asking her to be his wife and that he was not simply unprepared to marry her now, but did not foresee being united with her in marriage in the future, unless forced to do so. She was stunned into momentary silence and suddenly her eyes welled with real tears. She held them back, however. The lack of affection would not deter her. It would only mean she felt less compelled to try to maintain Mr. Darcy's regard, if he truly felt none. She no longer cared if he believed that she had started the rumor. It would not determine whether or not she obtained her goal; only the terms of the arrangement. Before she removed herself from the library, she simply replied,

“I understand you perfectly, sir.”

Colonel Fitzwilliam had been enjoying the country during his stay. There was little to do while waiting and he was not one for ill-humor. He spent a great deal of time visiting many in the neighborhood including the Bennets, the Lucases and the Longs. Mrs. Bennet tried to make a match with one of her younger daughters until she realized that, as the second son, he had very little money to offer. Still, he was so amiable that she enjoyed his company and hoped he'd bring more eligible gentlemen into Hertfordshire.

Elizabeth continued to notice that her good friend, Miss Lucas, appeared to have an unusual fascination with the Colonel. She was not able to discern the Colonel's feelings or if he was conscious of Miss Lucas' regard. Further, she regretted that her friend, after fearing it was never to be, had found a man for whom she could have a particular regard only to have him be unavailable because of their pecuniary standings. Though Elizabeth enjoyed his company, she hoped he'd return to London soon to cause her friend as little pain as possible upon the inevitable separation.

By the time the Colonel received his father's letter, with Miss Bingley's letter to Miss Hallowell folded into it, he was eager to depart from Hertfordshire and was much relieved for his cousin with what had been discovered. He found Mr. Bingley and Darcy in the drawing room and asked them to join him in the library to discuss the arrival of the new information. Miss Bingley did not intend to be left out any longer and spoke up,

“If this matter concerns me, I think I should attend. I am not at all certain that my interests can be represented otherwise.”

Therefore, it was agreed that Miss Bingley would participate and as she wanted her sister present, they remained in the drawing room to discuss the matter.

The Colonel spoke:

“I believe that given the latest news from my father, that I am able summarize what transpired in causing this rumor, as follows:

Miss Bingley has conspired with Miss Felicity Hallowell to trap Darcy into marrying her.”

Miss Bingley gasped.

“Please let me proceed with the story, Miss Bingley. You will be asked to comment once I have completed my recounting. Is that acceptable to you?”

She nodded her head in accord.

“Miss Hallowell's incentive was the implied promise that Miss Bingley would effect a match between herself and Mr. Bingley. This match was anticipated by all of the Hallowell family, although there had been no promise made or implied by Mr. Bingley. In fact, when they learned of Mr. Bingley's engagement to Miss Bennet, they gave my father this letter from Miss Bingley to Miss Hallowell in which she implies they will be sisters and she informs Miss Hallowell of an alleged attacked by Mr. Darcy. I have learned from my father that Miss Hallowell did not believe that Miss Bingley was attacked but understood that Miss Bingley wanted Miss Hallowell to spread this rumor. Miss Hallowell complied and now regrets her complicity.

Mr. Bingley, Darcy, you should read the letter from my father and the letter written by Miss Bingley and tell me your conclusion.”

Miss Bingley spoke in a surprisingly calm manner:

“Your conclusion is absolutely false, Colonel. It is true that I sent a letter to Miss Hallowell; I think of her as a sister. I told her the truth of my attack believing that I could trust in her confidentiality. Clearly, that was a mistake.

However, the truth is that I was attacked - by Mr. Darcy. In telling everyone else that I had been attacked by a stranger, I simply tried to protect his reputation as a most honorable gentleman, which is more regard than he has shown me for the last couple of weeks since we have learned of how news of this attack has spread. “

She began to cry into her handkerchief and was comforted by Mrs. Hurst.

Mr. Bingley's head was spinning. He deplored discord and this was particularly ugly because it was between two people whom he loved. Could Darcy have possibly attacked his sister?

Mrs. Hurst spoke up,

“Bingley, as head of this house you must do something. You must insist that Mr. Darcy do the honorable thing and make an offer for Caroline, without further delay.”

Being a very good actress after years of feigning affection for Mr. Hurst, she was nearly in tears with Caroline.

Darcy spoke as he read the letters,

“I assure you Madam, Bingley, I have never forced my attentions on a woman and I certainly would not force my attentions on the sister of a dear friend.

I ask that you accept my word as a gentleman; the statements in this letter regarding me are absolute lies. The story told by us both on the day of the attack are as true of an account as I was able to give. I don't know what happened before I arrived, of course, but I have told you nothing but the truth.”

“I would like to believe you, Darcy. But you must understand, Caroline is my sister and I would feel more comfortable if there was a way to determine, without question, whether you attacked her or not,” Bingley stated as he stood looking totally befogged. He wanted to please everyone and could not determine how that could be done, in this instance. It was his duty to protect his sister, he knew, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing his best friend's regard.

Darcy was feeling clearer than he had in weeks; he would not marry Miss Bingley. But he wanted to maintain his close friendship with Mr. Bingley, too.

“Charles, I understand your position but knowing I have been abused by Miss Bingley's falsehoods, I cannot possibly consider making an offer for her now.”

Miss Bingley began to screech shouting where was the famous Darcy honor, who would protect her honor, how could no one believe her.

The gentlemen continued to stand in silence as Mrs. Hurst did her best to comfort and calm Miss Bingley.

“My decision is made, Miss Bingley. I regret any discomfort this causes your brother, but I feel it is an end result of your own making,” Darcy stated emphatically.

“Charles, I am family and you must ask Mr. Darcy to leave immediately if he will not honor me!” Caroline screamed.

The letters were given back to the Colonel who was uncertain how they could ever say with certainty what had transpired but was decidedly relieved that Darcy would not be trapped into marrying Miss Bingley.

The letter from Miss Bingley to Miss Hallowell was on top. For the first time, the date on the letter stood out to Colonel Fitzwilliam.

“Bingley, Darcy!! This letter is proof that there was no attack that day. Look at the date! I arrived at Netherfield on December 12th, the date of the alleged attack. This letter is dated December 5th. Miss Bingley anticipated her plan of action and wrote the letter to Miss Hallowell prior to executing her plan.”

Mrs. Hurst blurted out, “Caroline, you didn't; you wouldn't!”

Caroline jumped up from the settee. “Louisa, whose side are you on? I merely did not want Mr. Darcy to ruin his life on that nobody, Miss Eliza Bennet. You agreed. Now everyone is against me,” she spat.

“Caroline, calm yourself. I am not against you. I did think you and Mr. Darcy a good match but never thought it would not be a decision made of his own free will. Tell us it was not your intention to trick Mr. Darcy into marrying you by accusing him of something he did not do?” pleaded Louisa. Louisa knew a sinking ship when she saw one.

Caroline had no intention of letting Louisa off the hook so easily.

“Writing to that gossip, Miss Felicity Hallowell, was your idea, Louisa. Don't abandon me, now!

Mr. Darcy, we saw that you were losing your good senses over Miss Eliza Bennet and we saw it as the best way to rescue you from making a mistake you would regret the rest of your life. She is a nobody - no money, no family, little beauty, poor connections. How could she possibly run an estate as fine as Pemberley or represent you well in society? I can do all of that for you in a way she never could,” she utter in near hysteria.

Now Caroline was genuinely sobbing. Her little square was not adequate for the tears she was shedding in earnest.

Louisa knew she was not going to be able to save her good standing with Mr. Darcy but wanted to salvage her brother's affection for her.

“Brother, Mr. Darcy” Louisa spoke, “I truly regret any part I have played in your misery for the last few weeks. While it was originally my idea to do something desperate to attach Mr. Darcy to Caroline, I was unaware of the execution. Please forgive me. Mr. Hurst and I will take Caroline back to the house in London, to relieve you of our presence here.”

Caroline began to scream. “Louisa, no. We must convince Mr. Darcy. He mustn't make a mistake and throw his life away on some woman who is beneath him.” She was a bright crimson at this point.

The Colonel was able to chuckle as he watched the stunned Darcy, while Mr. Bingley was still trying to absorb all that had happened.

As Caroline continued to sob in the background and Louisa attempted to calm her, Mr. Bingley turned to Darcy, “Darcy, I apologize for what has gone on here. I hope you can forgive my sisters and that we can remain friends.”

“Bingley, of course we will remain friends. You were very patient with our investigation when we were trying to determine exactly what had happened and how to deal with it. I don't know that I should have been as patient in your position. We cannot control our family; nor do we get to choose them.”

He turned to the ladies, “Mrs. Hurst, I am willing to believe that you meant well and only wanted what you believed to be best for your sister. I forgive you for any part you may have played in this matter.

However, Miss Bingley, that you can insinuate that you know what is best for me better than I know myself, that you think yourself better than a gentleman's daughter, that you have insulted Miss Elizabeth Bennet in every way possible, is something that may take me a great deal of time to forgive. The only part of this affair that brings me pleasure is knowing that I am to be free of you.”

Thereupon, Caroline nearly collapsed. With the assistance of her brother and sister, she began to move to the hallway, where a servant was called upon to assist her to her room. Mrs. Hurst escorted her to her bed chamber, called for her maid and gave her a Lavender concoction to calm her nerves.

Darcy could not believe he was finally free to pursue Miss Bennet. That he would be forced to make an offer to Miss Bingley had seemed such a certainty and had given him so many sleepless nights, that now he was torn between wanting to rest and wanting to get to Miss Elizabeth Bennet's side as soon as possible.

The men were all relieved to be free of the ladies' company. The Colonel being the clearer thinking of all present, poured them all a glass of sherry and proposed a toast,

“To free choice, gentlemen!”

“Thank you, Richard. I don't know what I would have done without your willingness to investigate and your strategic thinking in this matter. I truly appreciate all that you have done for me.” Darcy said as he finished his wine and slapped the Colonel on the back. That military training has proven to be of some value, after all.

Though, I may not owe you my life in this matter, I sincerely owe you my chance at happiness. I do not know how I can repay you.”

“I'll have to think of something, Darce,” the Colonel smiled in reply. “But gentlemen, aren't there some ladies at Longbourn who might make better company?”

It was agreed and they were off to Longbourn.

Chapter Fifteen

Posted on Saturday, 22 May 2004

At Longbourn, the younger ladies lamented at how little activity there'd been in the neighborhood, lately. Of course, Mrs. Bennet was still excited over her two weddings. Lady Catherine De Bourgh was expected to condescend to attend the wedding of her vicar. Therefore, Mrs. Bennet was extremely concerned that everything be just right for Miss Mary Bennet's approaching nuptials. And Jane being so beautiful and betrothed to Mr. Bingley and his 5000 per year meant that there was much anxiety that Miss Jane Bennet's wedding be the best that Meryton had seen in anyone's remembrance. This meant that she fussed and planned and changed plans all day.

Miss Kitty Bennet spotted the gentlemen as they approached the house, and cried out,

“Mama, we are to have company. It looks as if Mr. Bingley is bringing a gentleman with him. I cannot make them out, yet.”

“Oh, who could it be, Kitty?” exclaimed Mrs. Bennet.

Elizabeth was anxious. She had not seen Mr. Darcy privately in some weeks; not since he'd told her of the likelihood that he would be forced to make an offer for Miss Bingley. She supposed they were coming to bring the news of the nuptials. How would she endure it, she wondered. She glanced at Jane and saw how she lit up at the news that Mr. Bingley was coming. She would bear it for her sister's happiness, she thought. After all, she knew it was coming. What difference should the certainty really make?

“Oh, it is Mr. Darcy. How I hoped Mr. Bingley might bring other men from town,” Kitty said as she removed from the window seat and slumped into her chair.

“Sit up straight, Kitty, “ Mrs. Bennet directed. “I understand your disappointment but Mr. Bingley should continue to see all of us in our best light. You must recall, he's a man of 5000 a year and knows other wealthy gentlemen. You do want him to recommend you to some of his friends. When Jane is married to Mr. Bingley, there will be other rich men in the neighborhood and you can find one for yourself. Look bright, girls!”

The gentlemen entered the foyer and were announced. Bingley noticed how nervous his friend appeared and could not hide his amusement.

“Darcy, this is not our first time at Longbourn. Why are you squirming so?” Bingley whispered.

Darcy did not get a chance to reply but he smiled as Mrs. Bennet began her showy reception for Bingley, speaking of how happy they always were to be in his company and how welcome he would always be to Longbourn.

“Of course, you are welcome, too, Mr. Darcy,” she added. Although it was clear she did not really mean it, she thought it best not to antagonize a person of such illustrious background and wealth. While Mr. Darcy was considered too disagreeable for any of her daughters, particularly after his last visit, she considered that he was a good friend to Mr. Bingley and may have other friends and family of wealth who could elevate her remaining unmarried daughters.

Elizabeth had noticed Mr. Darcy's smile as they entered. She hadn't thought it possible, but it caused her spirits to be reduced even further. Could it be that he was now happy with his betrothal, she wondered. She remained uncharacteristically quiet and avoided all contact with the gentleman.

For his part, Mr. Darcy was well aware of why Miss Elizabeth might be at some discomfit. He was desperate for a moment to speak with her alone.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Bennet spoke at length of details of Bingley and Jane's wedding - who would attend, what floral arrangements could be had and when they would travel to London for the trousseau. Even Mrs. Bennet was not insensitive to the look of boredom on the young men's faces, more particularly to Mr. Bingley's than to Mr. Darcy's.

“Lizzy,” she cried a little suddenly and rather too loudly, “I must discuss today's dinner with you! Come with me, Child!”

Mrs. Bennet, while not the most sensible woman, ran her household well and did not need the assistance of any of her daughters to decide the menu for dinner so Elizabeth was immediately curious as to what her mother might really want to discuss. She didn't have to wait long.

“Lizzy, you must get Jane and Mr. Bingley out of the house. He does not seem to be enjoying her company as much as usual today and we would not want to lose him before the wed. Let them get out and walk. Young men are so much more agreeable with a little exercise and fresh air. I know that means you will have to spend some time with the less than agreeable Mr. Darcy but you will do it if you love your sister. And I know you do.

Go ahead.” She said the last as she pushed Elizabeth back into the parlor. Mr. Darcy was gazing out the window with his back turned to the door as she entered. Therefore, he missed the sly smile on her face as she suppressed the urge to giggle at her mother's assumption that Elizabeth found Mr. Darcy so disagreeable that it would be a chore to walk out with him. If only she knew. Of course, the chore would be that he may now be promised to Miss Bingley and they would have to act with the utmost decorum fitting Mr. Darcy's new status. That thought sobered her immediately.

“Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, Jane - it is such a lovely day, It would be a pity to spend it all indoors. Let us take a nice stroll and find a lovely prospect to view. What say you all?”

Bingley perked up right away,

“An excellent idea, Miss Elizabeth, I think a walk is just what we need and we should take advantage of the fine weather. Don't you agree, Darcy?”

“Certainly, if Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth wish to walk, I have no objection,” Darcy replied with an expression Elizabeth was unable to read. He was thinking that he'd wished he'd been able to suggest it earlier but now he was going to have the chance he wanted to speak with Elizabeth. He was having some difficulty suppressing his anxiety.

They were soon out walking with Elizabeth and Darcy quickly outstripping the other pair.

“Miss Bennet, we find ourselves alone again,” Darcy began.

“We are alone, only to give Mr. Bingley and Jane a chance to talk in private. Surely, there can be nothing more assumed of our being alone.” Elizabeth interrupted, mistakenly assuming he was concerned about the impropriety of the position they found themselves in.

“No, no, do not make yourself uneasy, Miss Bennet. I was extremely hopeful that you and I would be able to find some time alone. I hope that does not discomfit you.”

“I only imagine that Miss Bingley, your intended, would not much approve.” Darcy could not see Elizabeth's face, as she took great interest in her walking shoes, and Elizabeth's voice did not betray the distress it caused her to call Miss Bingley his intended.

They were now standing in one of the little copses that they'd found to be a wonderful spot for seclusion on their past walks. Elizabeth had been marching ahead of Mr. Darcy. He reached out to touch her shoulder and the tender regard she saw in his eyes as she turned melted her heart.

“You must not look at me that way or I shall forget my resolve,” she thought as she fought back tears.

“Miss Bennet, Elizabeth,” he said and paused. Elizabeth's heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was sure it could be heard above the chirping of the birds. His touch and the resonation of his deep baritone as he used her Christian name left her feeling that she'd be unable to deny him anything. She wanted him to draw her near and kiss her as he had before. She backed away until she was pressed against a large tree, as if backing away could stop her from doing something she'd regret or at least help her to escape his enticing smell of sandalwood. It reminded her of the kisses they had shared and the passion for an undefined “more” that she'd felt.

“Oh, my God, Elizabeth, are you afraid of me?” Darcy asked.

“No, no. Of course not. I am afraid of myself in your presence. I ...we must avoid the inappropriate behavior in which we have previously engaged even more so now that you are promised to Miss Bingley. And I am afraid that in the past I have encouraged this or not done all that is necessary to discourage this behavior. You must not think I will continue to encourage such inappropriate behavior.” Elizabeth could not move any further back and Darcy was leaning against the tree now with his hands on either side of her. So, she turned her head away to avoid looking into his eyes.

Darcy leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Elizabeth, I am not going to marry Miss Bingley.” He put one hand under her chin to redirect her attention to him. Her eyes were searching his face looking for clues as whether this was some cruel trick he was playing on her. “We have learned that the rumors were begun by Miss Bingley herself, all in a ploy to trick me into making an offer for her hand. She used my honorable nature against me. I wanted to come right away to tell you but there was no way to blurt it out in the middle of the parlor. And I know the others in your family are unaware of the predicament we have been facing.”

Elizabeth had to pinch herself to be certain she was not dreaming. She had not allowed herself to even fantasize that there could be a positive outcome to this dilemma. A positive outcome for her, she knew, could only mean wishing ill for another. And it was not conceivable to Elizabeth that even Miss Bingley could stoop so low and be so despicable.

“Is it certain? Has Mr. Bingley accepted this outcome? What is to become of Miss Bingley? Is not her reputation still in disrepair?” She had a thousand questions and they seemed to come pouring out. She began to cry tears of joy and Mr. Darcy used his handkerchief to wipe her eyes.”

“Miss Bingley's fate, whatever it may be, is one of her own making. So, please forgive me if I can feel very little sympathy for her, especially in light of all that she has put us through in the last few weeks. Given how this rumor has been spread amongst the ton, it is unlikely she will find the prize she sought in me - a wealthy and respectable gentleman of the first social circle, but she is not without resources and will likely recover more quickly than is equitable.

“Elizabeth, Miss Bingley's machinations almost caused me to lose my chance of marriage that would bring me the happiness and harmony in life I so want. With you, I have come to understand that a woman can be tender and strong at the same time, that she can respect me and still laugh at me and with me, and I have learned what a joy it is to share the simple beauty of the world with someone. Soon after we met, I came to admire your intelligence and wit. Since I have come to know you better, I have admired your passion and been bewitched by your charm. I admire the way you share your opinions without showing a disregard for others.

Elizabeth, I cannot imagine the world without you by my side. I will never be able to adequately express how fervently I admire and love you. Please consent to be my wife.”

“Yes, Mr. Darcy, yes. I will marry you. I never allowed myself to consciously hope that our union was a possibility, given the events of the last few weeks. I'm still not sure this isn't a dream.”

“It is a dream, Elizabeth. My dream coming true.”

He kissed her tenderly, at first. But soon his entire body was pressing her into the tree, as he deepened the kiss. She slipped her hand under his waistcoat. Delighted and surprised at the feel of his muscular back, she pulled him closer still.

“Elizabeth, don't tempt me further or I will not be able to account for my lack of control. When we are forced to run off to Gretna Green, your father will lose his good opinion of me,” he smiled.

“Mr. Darcy,” she began to tease, “if we continue to act this way, we will not have to run off to Scotland. My father will only force you to marry me here at Longbourn.”

Darcy smiled so that the deep dimples, that Elizabeth found so enticing, were prominent. “Madam, that would be no hardship so that offers no incentive for me to cease my display. You will have to do better than that.”

He turned more serious, as they turned and began their stroll back toward Longbourn.

“In fact, I think we should consider when we would like to get married, so that it is not decided for us. What is your preference, Elizabeth?”

“I think that we best make it a short engagement, otherwise we will risk frostbite in the woods.”

They both laughed and a short betrothal was agreed upon. Mr. Darcy sought Mr. Bennet's approval when they returned and it was well received. He called Lizzy into his library after having given Mr. Darcy his consent.

“Lizzy,” Mr. Bennet began rather sternly, “are you certain of your regard for this man?”

“Oh, yes, Father. Mr. Darcy has my deepest regard and I believe we will be very happy together. He really is the best of men.”

Mr. Bennet's eyes began to twinkle and his true feelings could no longer be hidden. “Yes, yes, I must admit I think it a good match except that Pemberley is so far away. Could you not find a gentleman closer to your dear Papa and Longbourn?” Mr. Bennet continued to tease.

“Papa!” Lizzy exclaimed as she hugged him.

“Mr. Bennet, you shall always be welcome at Pemberley, Sir. And I think you will rather enjoy its excellent library, if your daughter's company cannot keep you entertained enough.” Darcy offered.

Mr. Bennet offered his hand once more to the young man, “And don't be surprised, young man, by the frequency with which I take you up on that offer. You are taking my favorite daughter and there must be a price for that, you know.”

Mr. Bennet and Jane were the only Bennet's not to be caught napping by the announcement. Mrs. Bennet went on with such profusion that even Jane was close to losing patience with it. Still, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were not too surprised that Mr. Darcy soon became Mrs. Bennet favorite and all meals and entertainment were directed to his tastes.

Epilogue

Jane and Bingley agreed to share their wedding day with Darcy and Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet was appeased by being able to preside over a larger production, seeing three of her daughters married and staying at the Darcy's London home while they shopped for the young ladies' trousseaux. Miss Darcy and Elizabeth were quick friends; Miss Darcy being happy with Elizabeth at first just because of the happiness Elizabeth brought to her brother. It didn't take Georgiana long to realize Elizabeth was nothing like Miss Bingley and other young ladies she had known to show interest in her brother.

The wedding was certainly the social event of the season in Hertfordshire and was the talk of the ton. Many a society Mama's dreams ended and quite a few young ladies had their hearts broken - or at least saw their hopes and dreams of fine gowns and jewels doused - with the marriage of the Miss Bennets. Mrs. Bennet was nearly overcome with happiness.

Over time, Elizabeth's easy manner with Darcy gave Miss Darcy a new perspective on the marital relationship. Elizabeth's ability to readily make friends of strangers and converse with neighboring landowners and tenants alike, were abilities Miss Darcy soon came to emulate. She learned that mistakes were acceptable if you learned from them and you were the first to laugh at yourself. Miss Darcy was even bold enough over time to express her pleasure that Darcy had not been trapped into marrying Miss Bingley, though she had no idea how close he'd come.

Miss Bingley did not attend the nuptials. She was ostracized by many of those among society she had formerly counted as her friends. Still, she was able to find a young man from America who was besotted by her beauty and false charm and was unaware of the talk among London society. His family had made their money in trade but they had made enough of it to support Miss Bingley in the style that suited her. She returned with him to his home in New York where she was an instant hit amongst society. Still, for many years her letters to Louisa reflected her continuing regret at having lost her chance to be in the first circle of London society as the wife of the wealthy, handsome and amiable Mr. Darcy.

The Colonel realized that he rather enjoyed investigating to get to the root of Darcy's troubles. After speaking with Darcy and Darcy's solicitor, he soon decided to make private investigation his full time profession. He sold his commission in the army and, as a retired Colonel, set up his practice in London. With the help of his cousin, society friends, and many friendly solicitors, Mr. Fitzwilliam's business quickly grew to be quite lucrative and within two years his income was such that he felt comfortable and steady enough to offer for Charlotte Lucas' hand in marriage.

Their family and friends were not surprised. Colonel Fitzwilliam made his intentions known to Sir Lucas when he started his business. Prior to that, when he felt he had nothing to offer her, he'd been careful to show no particular regard for Miss Lucas. They made a comfortable home in the city. Fitzwilliam often “blamed” Darcy for his decision to leave the army saying that seeing Darcy so happily situated in love made him want nothing less for himself. And he set out to prove that with a little determination and imagination even a second son can have the luxury of love and happiness in marriage.

It should come as no surprise to anyone that Elizabeth and Darcy anticipated their wedding vows, given how brightly their passion burned for each other. They were blessed with a bright-eyed baby girl eight months after their wedding but we don't think anyone was really counting. They were too blinded by the parents' happiness and besides, babies have their own time schedules.

Two years later, the Darcy's were blessed with an heir but their family was not complete until there were two more - another boy and girl.

Jane and Bingley had a baby boy only a few month's after Elizabeth gave birth to her first. As soon as mother and baby were able to travel, the Bingley's purchased a new home at an estate neighboring Pemberley. The move was not just made to escape the profuse attentions of Mrs. Bennet but also to bring the two sisters and good friends closer.

With Jane and Bingley's departure, Mrs. Bennet was forced to question how her behavior may have chased two such amiable people away. So, when she met Lady Matlock, who had heard much of Mrs. Bennet's many improprieties, she was open to her suggests for improvements. She was extremely flattered to have someone of such noble background give her so much attention. She learned to keep many of her opinions and thoughts to herself and to speak in more hushed tones. However, she never lost her pleasure at sharing her family's good fortune with everyone in the neighborhood.

The felicity of the Darcy and Bingley marriages became the envy of many a woman in the ton. Other men, seeing the happiness of Darcy and Bingley and learning there were more Bennet ladies at home, were eager to meet the Miss Bennets. Jane and Elizabeth took Katherine (for Kitty now preferred to be called by her true name) and Lydia under their wings, respectively, and, with the help and encouragement of their mother who had much improved, the young ladies were presented to society.

Lydia did find a military man - not a redcoat but an older naval officer of some distinction. He enjoyed her vivacity and she had learned to appreciate his wisdom and maturity. She was able to travel with him, before they settled down and began a family, and this brought them both great joy.

Katherine's education was greatly improved and she was able to attract a young Earl who was enchanted by her beauty and serenity. They were not blessed with children but enjoyed each other's company tremendously. They spent a great deal of time at their home in London, which was not far from the Darcy's. It was known far and wide that you could always find an interesting and eclectic crowd at one of their many dinner parties.

Mr. Bennet kept his promise of visiting frequently, especially when the Darcys were in town and a call meant an easy day trip. He was impressed with the regard he witnessed between the couple and the respect Darcy bestowed upon his wife. Not that the respect was not deserved, but he was envious of their relationship and wished he had been wise enough when he was young to choose a wife he could both respect and desire rather than a wife who was only voluptuous, enticing and compliant.

He found tremendous happiness to learn that all of his daughters seemed to be happily situated took great joy in his grandchildren, was almost always amused by his wife and entertained by son-in-laws. Still, his best days, were in Pemberley's library where he found the most tranquility when he could glimpse the Darcys strolling their park, arm and arm, and occasionally stealing a kiss.

THE END

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