Delay in the Post ~ Section I

By Anna P. and Lauren D

Section I, Next Section

Prologue

Posted on Thursday, 24 June 1999

The day following their dinner engagement at Pemberley, Elizabeth found herself in uncommonly good spirits. She appeared for breakfast with a brilliant smile on her face, as her thoughts wandered back to Mr. Darcy's behavior the night before.

Elizabeth's aunt noticed her obvious happiness, but said nothing. She was too busy trying to determine the nature of the relationship between her niece and Mr. Darcy. It was clear that the information previously given on the subject had been decidedly inadequate. Mr. Darcy's attentions could surely not be warranted by a mere trifling acquaintance. Indeed, the way he had been looking at Elizabeth, one could almost have believed him to be in love!

"It is a lovely morning, is it not, Aunt?" Mrs. Gardiner's thoughts were interrupted by the comment, but she resolved to keep a very careful eye on Elizabeth's behavior for the duration of their stay.

"Yes, Lizzy, the weather seems quite nice today."

"Where is Uncle? Surely he has not left so soon?"

"I am afraid Mr. Gardiner left some time ago. He decided to take Mr. Darcy up on his offer to go fishing. I should think him likely to be gone all morning."

"Oh." Although Elizabeth wished to speak to her aunt of Mr. Darcy, she could not quite bring herself to do so.

"Lizzy, I must go out this morning to visit my old friend Mrs. Keene. Would you care to accompany me?"

"Certainly, Aunt. I would love to come with you. Perhaps on our way back we could take a stroll about town - you could show me all of the places you loved as a girl."

"I would gladly show you everything I love in Lambton, Lizzy, but I fear we shall not have enough time during our stay. Instead I shall just show you the places I think are the most important. Shall we go after breakfast, then?"

"Indeed . . . I am sure that your Mrs. Keene will be only too happy to see you again." Elizabeth smiled. "I shall be quite prepared to leave after breakfast."

Chapter 1

Posted on Thursday, 24 June 1999

As Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth walked into the center of Lambton, Mrs. Gardiner gave a short gasp. Elizabeth looked at her aunt in concern.

"Is something the matter?"

"Oh, Lizzy . . . it is just as I left it so many years ago! Indeed, it seems as if I never left at all."

"I am so glad, aunt. In which part of town does your friend live?"

"Just down this lane here . . . Margaret will be so surprised to see us!"

Mrs. Gardiner stepped up and knocked on the door while Elizabeth paused, taking a moment to look at the charming village all around her. "What a lovely town," she thought to herself, "I believe I could stay forever in Derbyshire . . ."

Her reverie was brought to a halt as the door opened. Just as the servant was about to show them inside, a middle-aged woman came running down the hallway, dressed, as it appeared, to go out.

"Madeleine! I had no idea you were coming back to Lambton!"

"We had a last minute change of plans and had to forego our planned trip to the lakes. I did not have time to write you."

"When did you arrive? It's been so long since you visited! Oh, but never mind all that now--you must forgive me. You have caught me on my way out the door to stop at the milliner's shop. Will you come with me?"

"Yes, Margaret, of course, but first I would like to introduce my niece, Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"How do you do, ma'am?" inquired Elizabeth politely.

"Quite well, now that your aunt is here. I am very pleased to meet you."

The three ladies walked to the milliner's shop, discussing Lambton and all its charms. Once they were inside the establishment, Elizabeth separated from her aunt and Mrs. Keene in order to let them converse more intimately. She was just walking over to look at some new bonnets when the entrance bell rang. Elizabeth looked up in curiosity and was surprised to see Miss Darcy entering. Miss Darcy noticed Elizabeth almost immediately and walked over to her.

"Good day, Miss Bennet."

"Good day, Miss Darcy. I must say I am surprised to see you this morning."

"As I am pleasantly surprised to find you here, Miss Bennet. I so enjoyed your visit last night, as I am sure my brother did."

"Oh, thank you very much, Miss Darcy. I have rarely had such an enjoyable evening, and I know that my aunt and uncle enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly."

"There were some in the party, I fear, who were slightly less content,"--Elizabeth immediately understood the reference to Caroline and Louisa Bingley--"but their mood yesterday was no doubt due to their many exertions during the day."

"No doubt." Elizabeth smiled, remembering how vehemently displeased Caroline had looked upon their arrival at Pemberley the night before. How painful it must have been for Miss Bingley to have to share Mr. Darcy's attentions! Elizabeth realized suddenly how happy she was at the thought of stealing Mr. Darcy's attentions from Miss Bingley. Surely it could not be that she wished them for herself! She had already refused his hand once, and no self-respecting gentleman would propose a second time. But she had truly taken such delight in her evening at Pemberley. Indeed, when she reflected on the look that had often been present in Mr. Darcy's eyes, she could not help but admit to herself how dearly she wished he would renew his addresses to her.

"Miss Bennet, are you feeling quite well?"

Elizabeth snapped to attention, suddenly aware of the fact that Georgiana was looking at her, concern shadowing the inquisitive expression on her face. Elizabeth blushed slightly, but collected herself well enough to reply to Georgiana's query.

"Oh, yes, Miss Darcy, I am quite well. Do excuse me."

"Certainly, Miss Bennet. I was just asking if you and Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner would care to dine with us again tomorrow."

Elizabeth was exceedingly pleased at the thought of another dinner at Pemberley. She wasted no time in inquiring of her aunt whether they were free the following evening. Mrs. Gardiner was only too pleased to inform Miss Darcy that they had no fixed plans.

Chapter 2

Posted on Sunday, 27 June 1999

Later that evening, Elizabeth and the Gardiners discussed the day's events, as well as their plans for the next day.

"Oh, my dear, you will never guess who Lizzy and I ran into at the milliner's!"

Mr. Gardiner remained silent, and his wife continued -

"This afternoon, while making a call to see Mrs. Keene- you do remember Margaret, do you not, Edward? We decided to walk over to look at some new bonnets that had just come in. We had just walked in with Mrs. Keene when Miss Darcy appeared. I did not think much of it until Margaret remarked how unusual it is to see Miss Darcy in town."

Elizabeth listened with interest at the turn the conversation had taken, as she was also unaware of the rarity of Georgiana's visits to Lambton.

"Miss Darcy? Really? What a coincidence!"

"Yes, uncle, we had a brief conversation while aunt and her friend were talking."

"How nice of her to greet you after such a short acquaintance."

"Yes, dear, I thought so, too" replied Mrs. Gardiner. "I ought to tell you, Lizzy, what an impression you made on Mrs. Keene. She could not stop talking about the Darcys. Upon seeing whom you were talking to, she must have assumed a greater acquaintance than truly exists, for she inquired as to how you came to be held in such high regard by that family."

"My goodness, aunt - it sounds as if your Mrs. Keene has decided that I am soon to be installed at Pemberley as a permanent resident! She could not know, I suppose, how far she is from the truth."

Mrs. Gardiner exchanged a knowing glance with her husband, but their actions went unnoticed by Elizabeth, as she was too preoccupied by her own thoughts on the matter. She did not know what had induced Mrs. Keene to make such a presumption. Was the conversation of Miss Darcy really such a rare gift to be bestowed? And if it was, what message had she meant to imply by it? Elizabeth refused to allow her heart to jump to conclusions, however much she wanted to. She forced herself to stop dwelling on the possible import of her conversation with Miss Darcy, and she returned her attentions to the discussion at hand.

Chapter 3

Posted on Sunday, 27 June 1999

During the carriage ride to Pemberley, Elizabeth was quite uncomfortable. Despite her repeated attempts to keep any thought of Mr. Darcy out of her head, she found she could think of nothing else. The anecdotes her aunt had been relating to her all day had fallen on deaf ears, for Elizabeth's mind was more enjoyably engaged on the prospects that that evening would afford.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were likewise silent on the way to Pemberley, as they were attempting to ascertain the depth of their niece's feelings for Mr. Darcy. Although they could not obtain any information from the lady herself on the subject, they noted her extreme agitation, and were left with no doubt as to where Elizabeth's affections laid. Upon entering the house, Elizabeth immediately noticed some sort of a change, but she did not realize what was different until they were shown into the drawing room, to be greeted only by Mr. Darcy and his sister.

"Good evening, Miss Bennet, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. It is a pleasure to see you again."

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy. We are very pleased to have the chance to dine with you again," replied Mr. Gardiner.

Elizabeth had wanted to second her uncle's greeting, but found herself at a loss for words while she pondered how truly content she was in being at Pemberley that night.

After the general civilities appropriate to the situation had been dispensed with, Mr. Darcy's butler Foster entered and informed the party that dinner was served. The Gardiners found the meal as excellent as their last had been, and everyone present found that the food's taste was improved still more by the absence of a certain Caroline Bingley.

Mrs. Gardiner noticed with a smile that Mr. Darcy's gaze was often focused on Elizabeth during dinner, and that she would frequently sneak a look up from her plate, only to blush at seeing his eyes fixed so steadily upon her. Mrs. Gardiner was about to mention her observations to her husband when Foster entered again, bearing a small note on a silver platter for Mr. Gardiner. In reading the contents of said note, a cloud passed over Mr. Gardiner's face. The concerns of all at the table were immediately aroused.

"My dear, whatever is the matter?" inquired Mrs. Gardiner.

"Yes, sir, is something wrong? You look as if you have received some very bad news." Mr. Darcy's face showed all the alarm that his voice was attempting to control.

"Yes, I fear this is very bad news, indeed. I am informed that something has happened to my wife's sister who lives but a few miles from Lambton. There is nothing further than that she wishes us to come to her as soon as possible."

Mr. Darcy's face grew suddenly ashen - he could not bear the thought of having Elizabeth taken away from him again so soon. Elizabeth hardly knew what to think. She was torn between uneasiness for her aunt's sister and a similar distress at the thought of having to leave Pemberley. The idea of quitting Mr. Darcy's presence was a disproportionately horrifying one, as Elizabeth realized that that night's engagement with him might be the last she was ever to enjoy.

After a slight pause, Mr. Darcy regained his composure and said "Of course, Mr. Gardiner, my carriage is at your service. I would not dream of detaining you when you are so needed."

Mrs. Gardiner noticed the rather pained expression on Mr. Darcy's face as he addressed her husband. A quick glance toward her niece showed Lizzy to be in a similar state of discomfort. Mrs. Gardiner knew that they could not postpone their departure for ---------, but now believing herself to have a better understanding of the feelings possessed by Mr. Darcy and her niece, she quickly suggested that Elizabeth might stay.

"My dear, what about Lizzy? The letter does not mention her directly, and I am sure that I do not want her to have to deal with whatever misfortune has befallen my sister. Knowing Eleanor, this latest emergency will not be a very great one, and I conjecture that we shall probably be able to return before the night is through. She would be perfectly fine to stay here, I believe . . . that is, of course, if it is no imposition on you, Mr. Darcy."

"Not at all, Mrs. Gardiner. Miss Bennet is most welcome to stay here while you and your husband see to your sister's needs." During the whole of his speech, Darcy's eyes never left Elizabeth. Mrs. Gardiner noticed this and she was silently pleased for having thought of such a plan.

Chapter 4

Posted on Friday, 2 July 1999

"Well, sir," said Mr. Gardiner, "if it is no trouble to you, I believe we should leave as soon as possible so as to be able to return all the quicker."

"Certainly, sir." Mr. Darcy told Foster to see to the carriage at once. "I hope you do not find your sister in too much distress, Mrs. Gardiner."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I am sorry that we have caused such an interruption in dinner."

"Please do not make yourself uneasy...'tis of no consequence."

"Thank you again for your kindness, Mr. Darcy," Mr. Gardiner said. "I hope we shall be able to return in a few hours."

Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and Elizabeth accompanied the Gardiners to the door and saw them into the carriage.

"I do hope that the situation has been overstated as usual, Aunt. And do return soon." Elizabeth planted a quick kiss on Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner's cheeks and then walked back to the steps with the Darcys.

As the carriage disappeared from sight, the party went back indoors to finish dinner. But several minutes after returning to their places at the table, the food before them remained untouched. Georgiana suggested that the meal might be postponed until the Gardiners had arrived back at Pemberley once more. Two of the people present were far too occupied with their own thoughts to even think of food, and so the plan met with little resistance.

"Well, Miss Bennet-we find ourselves with some unexpected time on our hands. We might spend it in the library...or I, we could take you on a more extensive tour of the house."

"I would love to see the library if you don't mind, Mr. Darcy. We were not given the pleasure of seeing that room on our tour the other day," Elizabeth said warmly.

"Fitzwilliam?" said Georgiana, startling both her brother and Elizabeth. "Might I go into the music room and practice on my new pianoforte?" She had noticed the looks which had been exchanged at the table during dinner, and wanted to help the situation in any way she could.

Mr. Darcy, seeing that Elizabeth seemed to have no objection to losing his sister's company, nodded and told her that she was welcome to practice.

Chapter 5

Posted on Monday, 5 July 1999

As Georgiana left, Mr. Darcy escorted Elizabeth across the great hall into the library. "This is my favorite room in the entire house," he confessed. "It is my haven from the outside world." Mr. Darcy realized what he had said and colored slightly. Never before had he willingly brought someone to his inner sanctum, and now he was starting to share his most personal thoughts. But he felt that perhaps, if Elizabeth approved, she might come closer to being his.

Elizabeth was astonished at the candid admission Mr. Darcy had just made, and she was strangely flattered by his bringing her there. As they walked into the room, she was simply awestruck, and had to stop for a moment to collect herself.

Mr. Darcy stopped likewise, and he turned to face her with worry. "My dear Miss Bennet, are you all right?"

"What?" Elizabeth's mind was racing . . . had she heard him correctly? She could only conclude that she was daydreaming yet again. Mr. Darcy would surely never call her "my dear". . .

"Miss Bennet, are you feeling quite well?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. It's just that I've never seen such a magnificent library before. It's beautiful! This collection must be the result of decades of work."

"Indeed it is, Miss Bennet. And I am still forever buying new volumes to add." He paused, wanting to let her take in everything on her own.

Elizabeth walked around the room, amazed at all the books she saw. The sound of the pianoforte could be heard faintly echoing from the music room. Mr. Darcy decided he would have to thank Georgiana later--apparently, she was more perceptive than she seemed. His thoughts were interrupted when Elizabeth spoke again.

"My father would love this room. He's always been quite the avid reader." Her voice was almost a whisper, so affected was she by everything she saw.

"Ah . . . so it is from your father that you inherited your love of books?"

"Yes. I admit I am very much like my father in that way." Elizabeth smiled.

"I take it, then, that you approve of my library?"

"Oh, yes--most wholeheartedly! But surely, Mr. Darcy, my opinion is of little matter."

"To the contrary, Miss Bennet . . . your opinion is of a much greater value to me than you are aware."

Elizabeth blushed and turned away. Mr. Darcy quickly changed the subject, not wanting to upset her.

"My sister was quite thrilled at having met you in town yesterday. And she was so glad that you and your aunt and uncle were able to come to dinner this evening. Indeed, since Bingley and his sisters left, she has talked of nothing else."

"I am so glad to have made your sister happy. Miss Darcy seems like a delightful girl. I should enjoy getting to know her better. But tell me, sir, why did Mr. Bingley and his sisters leave so suddenly? They had only just arrived--"

Mr. Darcy looked exceedingly uncomfortable as he searched for an answer. "They, er . . . they had some urgent family business to attend to."

"Oh, I see." Elizabeth noticed his discomposure, and wondered at the real reason for the party's hasty retreat into town. She turned back to the shelves which lined the great room, admiring as she went along the volumes which filled them.

"I see you have a vast collection of poetry, Mr. Darcy. Are you fond of reading it, or are these books preferred by your sister?"

"Both Georgiana and I enjoy reading poetry very much. I am especially fond of Shakespeare's Sonnets. Number 57 in particular. Tell me, Miss Bennet -- which poets do you prefer?"

Before Elizabeth could answer, a knock was heard at the library door.

Chapter 6

Posted on Saturday, 17 July 1999

"Excuse me, sir," said Foster. "This note just arrived for you."

"Oh, thank you, Foster." Mr. Darcy picked up the missive and read it. "Why, this is from your aunt and uncle, Miss Bennet . . . they write that your aunt's sister's home has been damaged by a fire. It is apparently impossible for them to return until things are set to rights, which means that they will not be able to return until at least tomorrow morning."

"Oh dear." Elizabeth sat down in one of the large leather armchairs flanking the hearth. "I do hope that everyone is all right. I suppose, Mr. Darcy, that I must beg to borrow another of your carriages to return to the inn."

"Surely, Miss Bennet, you could stay a little longer. I'm sure my sister would hate to see you go so soon . . . as would I. Besides, it would be most improper for you to stay at the inn alone, would it not? Please, let me have my servants make up a room for you here. You would be much safer, and my carriage could return you to your aunt and uncle as soon as you wish tomorrow morning."

Elizabeth hesitated, trying to decide on a plan of action. To tell the truth, she was somewhat apprehensive about staying at the inn unchaperoned. And Mr. Darcy had sounded so concerned in his entreaty. Underneath it all, her heart was telling her to stay, although Elizabeth was attempting to stifle her emotions.

"I would be most happy to accept your kind offer, Mr. Darcy. But are you sure my staying will not be an inconvenience?"

"Not in the slightest, Miss Bennet. If you will permit me, I shall go and make the necessary arrangements with my housekeeper."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I shall be quite content to stay here and browse through this fine collection." The twinkle returned to Elizabeth's eye's with this last statement, and Mr. Darcy was glad to see that the events of the evening had not served to dampen her spirits. He excused himself, and went to find Mrs. Reynolds.

Once alone, Elizabeth sat for a moment trying to collect her thoughts. Mr. Darcy's attentions had been just as great as they were two nights before, if not more so. Could he still be in love with her, after the terrible things she said to him? The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and Elizabeth realized that she ought not to continue in such a vein of thought.

She rose again and walked over to the shelves, which contained books of poetry. Closing her eyes, she ran her hand along the spines and picked one out, wanting to be surprised with the contents. When she opened her eyes to look at her selection, she noticed that she had in her hands a book of Shakespeare's sonnets.

"Strange," she thought, "is this not exactly what we were just talking of?" Another moment of reflection brought to mind that Mr. Darcy had mentioned his favorite sonnet. What was its number? Elizabeth remembered, and flipped through the pages until she found sonnet 57

Being your slave what should I do but tend,
Upon the hours, and times of our desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Not services to do till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you,
Not think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave stays and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your Will,
(Though you do anything) he thinks no ill.

Chapter 7

Posted on Saturday, 17 July 1999

Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy had silently returned to the library and had walked up behind her. She was startled to hear him say:

"I see you have found my favorite sonnet."

Embarrassed, she slammed the book shut and whirled around. "I . . . um . . . I had not noticed your return, sir."

Mr. Darcy could see her discomfort, but decided against changing the subject, as he felt that this opportunity should not be lost. "I apologize for startling you, Miss Bennet. May I inquire as to what you thought of the poem?"

Elizabeth was confused. To what did her refer? She had felt his choice of poem might reflect something deeper, but when faced with the man himself, she believed her prior convictions to be nothing more than wishful thinking. "I find the words quite beautiful, Mr. Darcy. It is a very romantic poem, as are all of Shakespeare's sonnets."

"And the ideas expressed therein? What of those?"

Elizabeth's heart nearly skipped a beat. "I think it rather sad that the author should be so despondent. I am sure that his thoughts would be quite flattering to the lady concerned, were she aware of them."

Mr. Darcy paused for a moment before replying, and Elizabeth looked away, fearing that perhaps she had said too much. But she was soon startled out of her reverie by the touch of a warm hand upon her shoulder.

"Miss Bennet, are you unwell?"

"Oh no, I am quite well, I thank you," Elizabeth mumbled, turning around again. She was somewhat unnerved upon finding that Mr. Darcy had leaned forward to better hear her. Despite this, she managed to keep her composure, only glancing at the hand still resting on her shoulder.

Mr. Darcy noticed the path of Elizabeth's eyes and quickly removed his hand, afraid that he had somehow offended her. Elizabeth blinked once, then twice, lost in thought. She found herself rather disappointed, for she had realized that she quite enjoyed having Mr. Darcy's hand on her shoulder, and she suddenly wished he had not removed it. Both occupants of the room started as they heard an unexpected knock on the door. Elizabeth quickly walked over to the sofa as Foster entered the room. She look through several more of the sonnets as Mr. Darcy dispatched with the business at hand.

Several minutes later, Foster left the room with an apology for having again disturbed his master. Elizabeth looked up from her book and caught sight of Mr. Darcy striding purposefully toward the couch. She shut her book. The next moment saw Mr. Darcy seated by her side with such a look of love in his eyes that Elizabeth couldn't look away.

"Miss Bennet," he began, looking rather nervous, "I hope you do not think me presumptuous . . . I have no desire to offend you. But I find I must say this for my own relief, whatever the outcome."

"Mr. Darcy, I--"

"Please, Miss Bennet, do not interrupt me. I fear that if I stop now, I may never again gather the resolve to finish."

Elizabeth offered no objection, but merely looked at him with a wordless look of encouragement. Mr. Darcy found this sufficient incentive to continue.

"Miss Bennet, you will no doubt remember my words last April. I must apologize now for my atrocious behavior, but I must also confess that my feelings for you are unchanged, and I fear forever will remain so. If your feelings for me are what they were in April, please tell me so at once. The slightest word from you will silence me on this subject forever."

Elizabeth turned slightly, overcome by her emotions. Mr. Darcy saw this and interpreted it as a sign of her rejection. He also turned away, in an effort to compose himself.

"I understand you perfectly, Miss Bennet. Your actions speak louder than words ever could. Please forgive me for bringing up a subject that must be so displeasing to you." He stood up and started to leave.

Elizabeth could hardly believe what was happening. Her mind was still reeling with the shock caused by My. Darcy's revelation. She slowly realized that the object of her affections was walking out the door, and it threw her into a bit of a panic. Fortunately, she managed to gain enough control over her faculties to say:

"No--wait!"

Mr. Darcy stopped, one hand on the doorknob. He was unsure if Elizabeth had spoken, and was afraid that the words he had heard were just his mind playing tricks on him again. Elizabeth noticed his hesitation, and began to speak again.

"Mr. Darcy, please do not go. You must allow me to give you a proper response."

Chapter 8

Posted on Friday, 6 August 1999

Mr. Darcy slowly turned around, not moving from the spot on which he was standing. Elizabeth sensed that he was waiting for her response, and so she continued.

"Please, sir, you must not assume that my recent actions were meant to illustrate my feelings on this matter. I . . . well, . . . that is to say, er, well . . . . . ." Elizabeth knew not what to say. She blew out one exasperated breath, and not removing her eyes from the ceiling, said,

"I would be most happy to become your wife."

Mr. Darcy found it difficult to believe his ears. However, once the reality of the situation set in, he found himself grinning as he never had before.

Elizabeth, eyes still averted, was unaware of this smile, and therefore also unaware of the great improvement it made to the countenance of her beloved. After a minute had passed, Mr. Darcy returned to earth. He nearly ran over to the couch, and then sat down beside Elizabeth, taking both her hands in his. She lowered her eyes from the ceiling, and was finally able to see the heartfelt delight written all over Mr. Darcy's face. The expression of uncharacteristic happiness that she saw there caused her to grin widely as well.

Both Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth sat in silence for some time, blissfully unaware of anything but each other. Then the happy couple was brought back down to reality by the sound of footsteps and a faint knock on the door.

Still gazing intently at Elizabeth, Darcy said , "Come in."

The door slowly opened to admit a hesitant Georgiana, who lingered in the door frame, unsure whether her interruption of this tender scene would be welcome. As the occupants of the couch seemed to have forgotten that there was, in fact, someone standing at the door, Georgiana cleared her throat.

"Oh! Georgiana!" exclaimed a disconcerted Elizabeth, as she attempted to remove herself to a more appropriate distance. However, she was prevented from doing so when Mr. Darcy rose with her, and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Georgiana," he said, trying very hard to conceal the grin on his face, "I have some wonderful news."

"I should hope so, brother," answered Georgiana with a smile on her face.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet has consented to be my wife."

"Oh, I am so glad!" cried Georgiana, as she rushed over to give her brother and soon-to-be sister a hug. "I must confess that I had hoped for just such an announcement."

Elizabeth raised one eyebrow and cast a glance at her fiancé. "Really?"

Mr. Darcy paled slightly and said, "How on earth could you have been aware of my intentions, Georgiana?"

Georgiana smiled widely. "Oh Fitzwilliam. You must think me a simpleton indeed if you think that I have missed the way your eyes light up every time Miss Bennet walks into the room."

Mr. Darcy blushed, Elizabeth smiled, and the three spent the remainder of the evening in pleasant conversation.

Chapter Nine

Posted on Monday, 6 September 1999

Shortly after breakfast the following morning, Mr. And Mrs. Gardiner returned from -------. They were greeted warmly by the Darcys and Elizabeth, who exclaimed "Oh aunt, I am so glad to see you - I have much to tell."

In embracing her niece, Mrs. Gardiner saw the ring on Elizabeth's left hand, and was able to surmise what this news would be. However, she decided to say nothing about it, and to let Elizabeth tell them in her own way. Instead, she changed the subject, saying "But would you not like to read these letters from Jane?"

Seeing Elizabeth's quizzical expression, Mr. Gardiner stepped in to explain. "When we returned to the inn last night, we found Mr. Darcy's kind note, and determined that it would be better not to disturb you at that late hour. While we were eating our breakfast this morning, Hannah came in and gave us these letters for you."

"Two letters from Jane?" Lizzy said. "I see . . . these must have been misdirected at first. I had begun to wonder at why she had not written to me."

Mr. Darcy took advantage of the following gap in the conversation to speak up. "Miss Bennet, perhaps you would like to adjourn to the library to read your letters in private? Georgiana and I would be happy to entertain Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner until you are finished."

"I thank you sir," replied Elizabeth. As that gentleman moved to escort her to the library, Elizabeth spoke again. "Oh, there is no need to trouble yourself, sir - I can find my own way." And with a secret smile to her fiancé, she left.

Several minutes later, Elizabeth returned, somewhat shaken and slightly pale.

"Elizabeth, are you unwell?" questioned Mr. Darcy.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner exchanged confused glances, but before they could question Mr. Darcy's informal address Elizabeth burst into tears.

"My dear, whatever is the matter" cried Mrs. Gardiner, helping her niece into a chair. As she did this, she noticed that the ring she had seen before was conspicuously absent from Elizabeth's finger.

Such was the state of Elizabeth's emotions that she could not form a coherent sentence. In-between sobs she managed to choke out "Jane . . . wrote . . . wrote . . . Lydia . . . and . . . and . . . Wickham!"

Upon hearing Wickham's name, Mr. Darcy hurried Georgiana out of the room, instructing her to practice on her pianoforte. Mr. Gardiner realized that his niece was unable to impart any further information, and so took the letters from her hand and read them aloud.

As the news contained in Jane's missive progressed from bad to worse, Mr. Darcy clenched his fists in anger. "That scoundrel!" he muttered under his breath.

By this time, Elizabeth had recovered enough to speak to her uncle. "Sir, now you know all, and I am certain you will agree when I say that we must leave as soon as possible."

"Why yes, of course," replied Mr. Gardiner, worry etched into his face.

Mr. Darcy was able to gain sufficient control over his anger to apologize for his manners in not having offered the use of his carriage to them sooner. "I'm sure you have long been desiring to take your leave, and of course, my carriage is at your disposal."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," said Mr. Gardiner, and without further adieu, the Gardiners and their niece returned to Lambton.

Once there, Elizabeth managed to convince her aunt and uncle that time was of the essence, and that it would be most prudent to return to Meryton at once. She paused only long enough to pen a brief message to Mr. Darcy.

A Delay in the Post - Chapter Ten

Posted on Friday, 8 October 1999

Shortly after the Gardiners' departure, Mr. Darcy had decided on a plan of action. He determined that the best thing to do would be to ride over to the inn and inform Mr. Gardiner of his intentions. But as he opened the door of his study, he was met by Foster, who was holding a letter and a small parcel. Recognizing Elizabeth's handwriting, Mr. Darcy ripped open the letter and read the following:

Mr. Darcy~

I am so very sorry that my sister's letters were the cause of opening up a topic that I know is most distressing to you. I do hope that Miss Darcy was not too upset at the mention of Mr. Wickham's name, and believe me, had there been any way that I could have prevented it, I would have at all costs. As it is, the damage has been done, and I can only hope that its effects will not be long lasting.

I recall, sir, that in a recent conversation, you mentioned a particular affinity for the poems of Mr. Shakespeare. You did ask me which is my favorite sonnet, but I was then prevented from answering. Let me do so now. Although at that time I would have given you a different answer entirely, in view of the events of this morning, I feel I must recommend to you sonnet #36, which expresses perfectly that which I would say to you now. Again, I apologize for everything that has occurred, and I pray that someday you will find it in your heart to forgive.

Yours &tc.

Elizabeth

Mr. Darcy's confusion caused by this letter was indeed great. However, he wasted no time in rushing to his library to read the poem Elizabeth had mentioned.

Sonnet #36:
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall these blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame;
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

The implications of this particular sonnet were very clear, and Mr. Darcy grew quite agitated at the thought that Elizabeth shared the feelings there expressed. But his thoughts were interrupted as Foster entered the library through the open door, with the small parcel in hand.

"I beg pardon, sir," he said, "but you seemed to have forgotten this."

Darcy looked up, stricken, and then grabbed the tiny package from his servant, tearing it open even faster than he had the letter. Inside he found his mother's engagement ring - the ring that he had given to Elizabeth the night before.

Heartbroken, Pemberley's owner collapsed onto the sofa and cried.

Chapter Eleven

Posted on Tuesday, 21 December 1999

As the carriage carrying the Gardiners and Elizabeth left the inn, all three were silent. After several minutes of observing her niece's state of despair, Mrs. Gardiner spoke. "Surely, Lizzy, it cannot be as bad as it seems."

Elizabeth sighed heavily. "Oh aunt, I wish that could be so. But I have every reason to believe that it is even worse than it seems."

Seeing that this tack would not improve her niece's spirits (and also noticing that her husband had fallen asleep), Mrs. Gardiner decided to try a different approach. "Lizzy," she said, "Did not you have some important news for me earlier? Seeing as we are quite alone, and have a long ride before us, could you not tell me now?"

Elizabeth looked up with tears in her eyes and met her aunt's gaze. "It doesn't matter now, Aunt...it will never matter." She turned away again, casting a blank stare at the passing scenery, and Mrs. Gardiner said no more.

Upon their arrival at Longbourn, there was the usual flurry of activity, and Lizzy was able (after greeting her father and Jane) to retire to her room relatively unnoticed while the rest of the family discussed Lydia's predicament.

The next morning, Jane suggested a walk in the garden, so she and Lizzy set out to avoid the hysterics of Mrs. Bennet as best they could. Jane was glad for this time alone with her sister, because she had noticed Elizabeth's unusually sombre mood since her return, and wanted to discover what was wrong. However, before Jane could even broach the subject, a man on horseback arrived with a letter.

"Pardon me," he began, "but I have a post for Miss Elizabeth Bennet --"

"I am she," said Elizabeth, with a puzzled look on her face. Full of curiosity, she paid the messenger and looked at the letter's seal for some clue as to who might have sent it. On not recognizing the mark, Elizabeth turned the letter over to look at the direction. She gave a short gasp as she recognized the familiar handwriting, and went immediately to her room so that she might peruse the missive in complete privacy.

Jane was astonished at what had just occurred. There must have been something that Elizabeth was withholding from her. But what? What could have happened in Derbyshire? Determined to find out, Jane followed Elizabeth upstairs and knocked on her closed bedroom door.

When there was no reply, Jane gently opened the door and looked in to see her sister staring forlornly out the window, tears silently streaming down her face. "Lizzy?" she ventured quietly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Jane. Go away." Elizabeth replied, in a voice not her own.

Instead, Jane mutely walked in and sat down on the bed, staring at Elizabeth with eyes full of concern. After sitting in silence for several minutes, Elizabeth finally broke down.

"Oh Jane!" she cried, collapsing onto the bed in tears. Jane leaned over and gave her sister a hug, waiting for her tears to subside. When Elizabeth had become more composed, Jane tried again.

"Lizzy, whatever is the matter? You cannot keep this inside forever - you must tell someone, dearest."

Jane's words brought on a renewed sadness, and Elizabeth's tears again rendered her incapable of verbal expression. As the only possible means of explanation, she thrust the letter she had just received into Jane's hands. Comprehending her sister's wishes, Jane read the letter. But nothing could have prepared her for what she found therein:

Dearest Elizabeth~

You cannot imagine how your letter tortured me. Indeed, it tortures me still, for I can scarce believe you wish all ties between us severed. I have no need to forgive you, for there is nothing to forgive. I cannot think of anything you have done -- or indeed, that you could ever do -- that would make me stop loving you.

After you refused me at Hunsford, I did everything in my power to forget you. I did not succeed then, and I know I cannot now. We were so close to finally finding happiness, Elizabeth -- why are you throwing it all away? Why are you letting Wickham, of all people, come between us? He very nearly ruined my life before...I will not give him the satisfaction now of seeing me lose that which I hold most dear. Please, Elizabeth, I beg you to reconsider. Do not condemn us both to a life of misery. No -- I cannot speak of your feelings, I can only speak of my own.

Perhaps what I have said leaves you still unmoved, and so I again turn to the words of Shakespeare in an effort to persuade you.

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offense:
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt;
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
Thy sweet-beloved name no more shall dwell;
Lest I (too much profane) should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee, against myself I'll vow debate,
For I must ne'er love him who thou dost hate.

I love you, Elizabeth.

Yours always,

Fitzwilliam

Chapter Twelve

Posted on Wednesday, 5 January 2000

Jane was completely dumbfounded. "Lizzy! What happened?! What have you been hiding from me? I thought you hated Mr. Darcy . . ."

Elizabeth sighed. She now knew an explanation could not be avoided. "Oh Jane - so much has happened since I last saw you."

"Then may I suggest relating your story from the beginning? I cannot understand what could have prompted such a letter!"

Elizabeth looked at her sister through tear filled eyes. "Do you remember how I wrote to you of our having dined at Pemberley?"

Jane nodded slowly.

"The next day, Aunt and I chanced to meet Georgiana Darcy in Lambton. She expressed her delight at getting to know us better, and invited us to come again. During dinner, Aunt and Uncle received word that they were urgently needed at the home of a friend some miles hence."

"Was anything wrong?" Jane inquired worriedly.

"Not as much as they had feared - the report they had received had been exaggerated. But I was still left at Pemberley some considerable time in their absence. To own the truth, I was obliged to stay the night, as Aunt and Uncle were unable to return until the following day."

At this, Jane's eyes widened considerably. "Obliged to stay the night?"

Elizabeth ignored her sister's remark and went on. "So you see, during our stay in Derbyshire I had the chance to become much better acquainted with Mr. Darcy. I love him, Jane, and I believe I always will. He proposed that night, and for those few hours we were happy. We were so happy."

"But . . .?"

Elizabeth sighed again, trying to hold back her tears. "The next morning, when Aunt and Uncle returned, they brought with them your letters regarding Lydia, which had been delayed in the post. I read them before Fitz- um, Mr. Darcy and I had been able to announce our happy news. Once I had read all, I realized that I could not stain his reputation with the shame that must now accompany our family."

Jane closed her eyes momentarily, finally understanding her sister's melancholy. "So you told him then that you could not marry him?"

"No," Elizabeth replied sadly. "I could not bear to say those words to his face. I wrote him a letter before we departed and enclosed with it the ring he had given me."

"And no one knows of your engagement?"

"No one except you and Georgiana. But what does that matter now?"

Jane looked at her sister sympathetically. "And now this letter. Oh, my poor Lizzy - how shall you respond?"

Elizabeth turned her head away. "My heart is telling me to pretend that nothing has happened. To run back to his side, heedless of the consequences. But my head is telling me the opposite - that I cannot so easily dismiss the well-being of my family. It would be wrong of me to sully Fitzwilliam's name forever out of my own selfishness."

"But Lizzy -" Jane began, "it does not appear from this letter that Mr. Darcy thinks the less of you for Lydia's disgrace. I do not think there is as large a problem here as you believe."

Elizabeth stood up and began to walk over to her writing desk, but as she reached it she turned around to reply. "The problem I fear, Jane, is that Fitzwilliam's love for me outweighs his love for his family name. If he will not protect his reputation, I must."

Georgiana looked up from the pianoforte to observe her brother across the room. She had noticed how his attitude had gone from sad to morose after receiving Miss Bennet's letter. She did not know what the letter contained, but seeing her brother's reaction, she concluded that it must be bad news indeed. Propriety prevented her from inquiring, but she wished that she could.

Darcy noticed his sister's glance and smiled briefly. He did not want to worry her with his sorrows, but he knew that she must have been curious. He had resolved to wait for Elizabeth's response before broaching the subject with Georgiana.

Just then, Foster knocked on the door. "Excuse me, sir. The post has just arrived."

Darcy blinked. "What? Oh, thank you, Foster." He opened the letter:

Mr. Darcy~

You must not write to me, nor call me 'dearest,' nor show the affections you were once so wont to display. I must remind you, sir, that we are no longer engaged, and it would be highly improper - nay, it is highly improper - to continue a correspondence in such a manner. It is not my own wishes that keep us apart, but rather the cruel situation in which I now find myself. I ask that you read these excerpts from the following poem to understand what I mean:

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds herself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow'r depose.

Therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed
(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced.

As lines, so Love's oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet,
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And the opposition of the stars.*

Goodbye.

~Elizabeth

As Darcy read, a shadow passed over his eyes.

"Brother, what is the matter?" Georgiana's voice broke through the disbelief of her brother's mind, calling him back to reality.

Darcy folded the letter and sighed. "I fear, Georgiana, that I can no longer keep this from you . . ."

(*Excerpts from 'The Definition of Love,' by Andrew Marvell)

Chapter Thirteen

Posted on Friday, 7 January 2000

After the situation had been explained to Georgiana, she looked at her brother quizzically.

"I don't understand, Fitzwilliam. You and Miss Bennet seemed so happy...what 'family situation' could be disastrous enough to tear you two apart?"

Darcy looked back at his sister, and felt slightly guilty. He did wish to tell her everything, but he knew that mentioning Wickham's name again would not be a wise thing to do.

"I think it is better that I keep the particular details to myself for the time being. I feel that the Bennet family would wish this circumstance to be known by as few people as possible."

"I see," Georgiana replied, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But are you quite sure that nothing can be done? Dear brother, are you absolutely certain that you have done everything in your power to win her back?"

As she sat down beside him on the couch, Darcy fingered the engagement ring in his coat pocket thoughtfully. "No, Georgiana, not everything." And with that, Darcy stood up quickly and quit the room.

Several minutes later, Darcy sat at his writing desk, trying to think how best to phrase his letter. After several drafts (and several more minutes), Darcy emerged from his room, letter in hand. He looked up and down the hall, and catching sight of Mrs. Reynolds, called out to her.

"Mrs. Reynolds, I need you to do something for me."

She hurried towards him, saying as she did so, "Of course, sir. What can I do?"

"Would you please post this letter as soon as possible?" Darcy requested. "Oh, and please be careful to see that this package is sent with it."

"Yes sir. Right away." Mrs. Reynolds took the missive (and its accompanying package) and headed downstairs. As she descended the stairs, she glanced at the direction on the letter and was not surprised to see 'Miss Elizabeth Bennet' written there. She sighed in concern. She did not know what had happened between her master and that young lady, but she was sure that the current situation was one of which she did not approve.

Elizabeth and Jane were sitting in the latter's bedroom, as she tried to console her sister.

"Lizzy, why are you doing this to yourself? True, Lydia's behavior has affected us all, but it does no good to dwell on the situation."

Elizabeth smiled half-heartedly. "Thank you, Jane -- your advice is well-taken. But it is not on our situation that I am reflecting. I was thinking of Mr. Darcy."

Jane looked at her sister, uncertain of what to say. Before she could say anything, Elizabeth continued.

"Please do not distress yourself, Jane. I will be fine. It shall just take me some time to stop loving him."

Jane was about to contradict her sister when she heard a knock at the door. She sighed. "Oh dear -- that is probably Hill come to tell us we are missed."

"Come in, Hill, it's all right," Lizzy said in a voice that was stronger than she felt.

Hill opened the door cautiously and stepped inside. "Beggin' pardon, miss, but how did you know 'twas me at the door?"

"Never mind that," said Jane. "What do you need? Is Mrs. Bennet asking for us?"

"Oh no, miss -- she's out with 'er sister in the garden be'ind the house. I just came to bring you the post."

"Someone's sent a letter for me, Hill?" Jane said, puzzled.

"No, Miss Bennet, 't ain't for you, it's for Miss Elizabeth. But when I couldn't find 'er anywhere..."

"Thank you, Hill," Elizabeth broke in. She took the letter, and the small parcel that was with it. Hill bobbed a quick curtsey and left the room.

"Lizzy, what--"

"It's from him, Jane." Elizabeth looked up with a questioning gaze. "What should I do?"

"Open it!" Jane replied, as if that was the only possible answer to such a question.

Elizabeth looked doubtful, but acquiesced. "All right, Jane. I'll open the letter...but I absolutely refuse to open this!" With that, she thrust the package into Jane's hands.

"Well, if you won't, Lizzy..." Jane looked up to see her sister's reaction, but saw that she was already reading the letter:

Dearest Elizabeth, for dearest you shall always be--

I will stop writing to you if you wish, but only on the condition that you wear this ring. I send no poem now, for no poem could ever express the emptiness I feel in my soul without you.

Yours always,

Fitzwilliam

When Elizabeth had finished reading, she leaned back silently and closed her eyes. Moments later, Jane spoke.

"Lizzy!" she sighed. "It's beautiful!!!"

Eyes still shut, Elizabeth said, "Yes, I know...apparently it's been in the family for hundreds of years."

"I can see why," added Jane with a smile. "So, what are you going to do with it?"

At this, Elizabeth opened her eyes and sat up, reaching forward to take the ring from her sister. "I'm going to give it back, Jane. Keeping it would only create more problems."

"Well, give it back if you want to, Lizzy. But I have a feeling that that ring will come back to you, even if you do send it away."

Elizabeth ignored the comment and went to her room to write another letter -- a letter she hoped would be the last.

Chapter Fourteen

Posted on Wednesday, 8 March 2000

Darcy sat, leaning against a tree, watching the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear his name being called, but he did not care. Several minutes later Mrs. Reynolds appeared, short of breath.

"Mr. Darcy!" she said, voice full of concern, "I have been trying to find you this past half hour! Are you quite all right, sir? It is not like you to disappear without a word."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. I am fine. I am sorry to have caused a disturbance. Is there something you need?"

"Foster came to me earlier, somewhat concerned because you were nowhere to be found. You received something in the post and Foster, unable to locate you, entrusted me with its safe delivery."

She paused, and noticing Mr. Darcy's apathy towards her subject, she went on. "I noticed the delicate hand with which the direction was written, and I thought the matters enclosed therein might be equally delicate....it was my opinion that it should be brought straight to you sir, and not left lying about."

This additional statement brought the desired effect - Mr. Darcy looked up with alertness in his eyes and said, "Thank you. You were right in doing so."

Mrs. Reynolds smiled and gave him the letter and a small parcel, and turned back towards the house, saying as she did so "Do not forget, sir, that dinner will be served shortly."

Mr. Darcy briefly acknowledged her statement, and proceeded to read the missive before him.

Mr. Darcy~

Much as I would wish to, I cannot wear this ring. To do so would be to burden your family with the shame that mine must now bear. I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you, and I hope that in time you will understand that I am doing this for your sake. I could never live with myself knowing that my connection with you would tarnish your excellent reputation. I wish you all the best.

Yours &tc.

Elizabeth

He did not bother to open the package, because he knew what it would contain. Instead he got up and trudged slowly towards the house.

The following day, Mr. Darcy left for London.

"Please send this letter as soon as possible, Foster. And do not forget to redirect all my mail to the townhouse."

"Very good, sir. And when do you expect to return?"

"I do not know. I have a hope that business will arise to detain me for quite a while."

"I understand, sir. We shall await your return."

As soon as Mr. Darcy had left, Foster and Mrs. Reynolds exchanged a knowing glance, and then continued about their business.

"Lizzy, you have been moping about for weeks! Whatever is the matter?!" inquired Mrs. Bennet.

"Nothing, Mama." With that, Lizzy left the room.

"Jane dear, I wish you would find out what is troubling that girl!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet.

"I shall try, Mama," said Jane as she left the room in search of her sister.

She found Elizabeth sitting on her bed, in what had come to be her usual despondent state.

"Lizzy, dearest, don't you think this has gone on long enough? Is there nothing you can do for your present relief?"

"No, Jane. I fear there is nothing to be done."

Jane furrowed her brow, deep in thought. "Perhaps you could write to Aunt Gardiner? She has always been able to help us in the past. She might know what to do."

Elizabeth brightened slightly. "You are right, Jane. I think I shall write to her. It shall at least provide a pleasant diversion."

She then moved from the bed to her writing table, and took out a sheet of blank paper. Jane got up to leave, but Elizabeth motioned for her to stay, saying "I shall need you to read over my letter when I have finished."

The following morning, shortly after sending her letter to her aunt, Elizabeth received another in the post.

"A letter for you, Lizzy? Who is it from?" Mrs. Bennet looked curiously at her daughter.

Elizabeth glanced cautiously at Jane before replying. "It is from Charlotte, Mama. No doubt she wishes to tell me of her recent doings as Mrs. Collins."

"Oh really? What does she have to say? To think that you could be the one writing letters if you had not been so foolish!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and said, "I shall tell you all, Mama, as soon as I have read my letter. If you will excuse me...."

"Oh of course you would rather read it in your own room!" said Mrs. Bennet, exasperated. "I shall never understand you, child. Very well, off with you then."

Elizabeth retreated to her room, but before she got there, she was stopped by Hill.

"Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I just found this package addressed to you. Postman must hav' dropped it."

Elizabeth took the package, glanced at the handwriting, and thanked Hill. Hill curtsied quickly, and Elizabeth reached her room without further disturbance. Once there she opened the letter, already knowing what the parcel contained.

Elizabeth~

You must understand that my name means nothing to me. You are the most important thing in the world to me. I love you wholly and completely, and so I return this ring to its rightful owner. If you send it back to me again, I shall know you have ceased to love me, and I shall never importune you again.

Fitzwilliam

Elizabeth looked up from the letter and sighed. It was only then that she realized that her face was wet with tears.

Mr. Gardiner looked up, startled from his work when the bell rang at his front door. He was even more surprised when Mr. Darcy was shown in. Mrs. Gardiner walked in and was equally surprised. Her husband surmised from the look on her face that Mr. Darcy was an unexpected visitor to her as well. She turned to leave when Mr. Darcy spoke.

"Wait - please stay. What I have to say concerns you both."

Chapter 15

Posted on Thursday, 15 June 2000

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner exchanged worried glances.

"Whatever is the matter, Mr. Darcy?" asked Mrs. Gardiner worriedly.

"What I have to say concerns your niece, Miss Elizabeth," Mr. Darcy replied, answering their unspoken questions. "I don't suppose you know of our engagement?" The surprise that registered on the Gardiner's faces answered his question. "No, I thought as much."

He stood and started pacing around the room. "We were so happy . . . I don't understand . . . How could her sister's behavior come between us in such a way?"

The Gardiners looked at him sadly. "Perhaps you had better start at the beginning," Mr. Gardiner suggested.

Mr. Darcy looked at him sadly. "Of course. Please excuse me." He sat down and proceeded to tell his tale. When he had finished, his audience sat mutely, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry . . . I just don't know what to do."

"I'm sure she still loves you," Mr. Gardiner said reassuringly.

"If you had seen the letters she has written me, you would not be so certain," said Mr. Darcy.

"Actually," said Mrs. Gardiner, "I'm sure she does. I had a letter from Elizabeth this morning, and it seems to me the only thing keeping you two apart is Lydia's situation."

Mr. Darcy looked at the woman thoughtfully. "Thank you. You have both been a tremendous help." At that, he stood up and left, leaving the Gardiners to puzzle over exactly what he planned to do.

Their answer came four days later in the form of a note, instructing them to be present at the chapel of St. Swithen's Church that afternoon.

When they arrived, they were greeted by Mr. Darcy at the door. "I'm so glad you could come. I trust this shall not take long." He walked them into the church, where they were shocked to see Lydia and Mr. Wickham standing at the altar.

Mrs. Gardiner stared at the scene before her in disbelief, her mouth agape.

"But . . . I don't understand . . ." Mr. Gardiner began. "However did you manage this, Mr. Darcy? We had been searching for weeks, and had not found even one hint of their whereabouts."

Mr. Darcy looked abashed, if it was indeed possible to look abashed while remaining so stern. "Forgive me for being so presumptuous, but I felt I had certain connections which would allow me to uncover Mr. Wickham's debauchery without bringing more undue attention to your family. I would ask that you allow me to leave the source of my information a mystery, as its general knowledge would be detrimental to my own relations."

The Gardiners were speechless, knowing not how to react to such a disclosure. They remained so for a moment, and then, as if by silent agreement, Mrs. Gardiner spoke. "Of course we will respect your wishes, Mr. Darcy - we would never think of doing otherwise, especially since you appear to have averted so deftly the disastrous fate which we thought assured to befall out niece. I do not think our family will ever be able to fully repay this debt, much as we shall try."

"Indeed, madam, you and your family owe me nothing. My actions in this matter were not prompted by thoughts of your gratitude." Mr. Darcy said no more, but the Gardiners understood that is was Elizabeth he was thinking of.

"Well, Mr. Darcy, let us not tarry . . . there is business to attend to." With that, Mr. Gardiner led the party to the altar.

A short time later, after the minister had officially declared the Wickhams man and wife, the Gardiners made ready to return to Gracechurch Street in order to dispatch a letter to Longbourn, informing the inhabitants of this great turn in the course of events. They stopped only momentarily to speak with Mr. Darcy before leaving.

"Thank you again for all you have done. We hope, Mr. Darcy, that we may see more of you in the future," Mrs. Gardiner said with a slight twinkle in her eye.

"You are most welcome, madam - and you many be certain that my hopes are much the same." He treated them to a rare smile and made his farewell.

Chapter 16

"Darcy, how could you have honestly expected to dissuade me from asking for Miss Bennet's hand when you had the firmest intentions of connecting yourself with that family?" Bingley asked, shock and anger written across his face.

Darcy looked at him sharply, startled out of his repentance. "How did you know?"

"Oh, I had a letter from your sister some days ago. She was concerned for you and naturally assumed I, as your best friend, knew what had passed between yourself and Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Mr. Darcy turned and walked to the window of Mr. Bingley's townhouse. "Bingley, how can I even begin to explain? It all happened so quickly. I intended to tell you, but she was gone before we could announce our news to anyone. Georgiana only knew because she was there."

Bingley paused, unsure of what to say. "We have both suffered disappointments, Darcy. I cannot in good conscience blame you for acting in what you thought my best interest."

"You are too good," Darcy said. "I do not deserve such friendship as yours. I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused you and Miss Bennet."

Bingley shook his head, smiling. "It is all forgotten. Do not worry yourself any longer on my account. I shall ride to Netherfield in the morning."

"Excellent plan, Bingley. At least one of us will be happy. I wish you and Miss Bennet the best." Darcy turned as if to leave but was halted by Bingley's cry.

"Wait! Why not come with me?"

"I can't Bingley. Not now."

"At least you could see her."

"Jane!! Oh Jane!!!" shrieked Mrs. Bennet as she returned from a visit with her sister Phillips.

"Yes, Mama?"

Elizabeth gave her sister a sympathetic look as their mother came bursting into the room.

"I have just heard the most exciting news! Mr. Bingley has returned to Netherfield!!"

Jane's hopes were raised, but only for a moment. "You should not be so excited . . . I imagine he is only returning to prepare the house for sale."

Elizabeth could see the disappointment on Jane's face and sighed. She had hoped that her marriage to Mr. Darcy would bring her sister and Bingley back together, but now that was impossible.

At that point, Mr. Bennet entered the parlor. "I am sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Bennet, but I have just received news that I trust will be more exciting even than Bingley's return."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Bennet?!"

Mr. Bennet paused for dramatic effect. "I have a letter from Mr. Gardiner regarding the whereabouts of our youngest daughter."

Mrs. Bennet gasped [which only heightened the dramatic effect her husband had been trying to achieve]. "What?!" she shrieked. "Oh my poor nerves! What else, Mr. Bennet, what else?!"

"Not only are they found, Mrs. Bennet, but quite fortunately for all concerned, they are also married."

A stunned silence fell upon the room. Jane was relieved to know that no very great damage had been caused to anyone's reputation. Elizabeth, while glad for Lydia, was more preoccupied with the effect that this change of circumstances would have on her own future. Mrs. Bennet was nearly apoplectic with glee.

"My dearest girl! Oh, I knew how it all would be! Did not I tell you? Oh, but Mr. Bennet--how could they have taken such a step without consulting her mother? Who was there to see to a proper trousseau?"

Mr. Bennet merely rolled his eyes and left the room, expressing through his actions his lack of concern as to such inconsequentials. Jane noticed her mother's deflated appearance and tried to assuage her feelings. "Mama, I am quite sure that Aunt Gardiner saw to all the arrangements. You need not be concerned--I am sure Lydia will disclose all you wish to know when next she writes you."

"Writes me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet with a start. "Oh no, that will never do! They must come to Longbourn--they simply must!!" She jumped from her chair and headed for the door. "I must speak with your father at once!"

In the aftermath of the excitement, Elizabeth and Jane were left alone to ponder.

Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Friday, 7 July 2000

Two weeks later, Elizabeth sat in her room, thinking about Mr. Darcy, as she had been so wont to do since the news of Lydia's marriage. It had been several weeks since she had sent her last letter, and still there was no response. Although it seemed that all obstacles between them had been removed, she had yet to hear one word from the man himself. Her heart leapt when Hill entered the room with a letter, but her spirits sank again when she recognized the handwriting of her Aunt Gardiner. This was not the letter she had been waiting for. However, she rallied her spirits, in hope that this missive might yet contain some answers to the many questions which plagued her. She broke the seal and began to read.

My Dearest Niece~

Although I cannot imagine why you of all people would be writing me regarding this matter, I shall do my best to answer your questions. Do you truly not know to whom we are all indebted? I should have thought that you with your particular connections would have known all regarding the location of your sister and her subsequent marriage. In short, Lizzy, have not your heard from the man? Although your uncle and I tried to assume some responsibility for the outcome of the situation, we were forced to leave the greater part of it in the hands of Mr. Darcy. We would not have done so, my dear, had not we known he had greater interest in the affair than preserving your family's name. I fear saying more, as I feel certain that the man in question will explain the matter to you in his own words. Please forgive me for being presumptuous, if indeed I have been. I have nothing but your best interests in mind. I remain your very sincerely,

M. Gardiner

Lizzy stared at the letter in shock. Her suspicions concerning Mr. Darcy's involvement were confirmed, but she was no more enlightened as to the reason for his silence towards her.

Mr. Darcy stood by the window in his room at Netherfield, staring in the direction of Longbourn. He wanted nothing more than to go and see Elizabeth, but he was uncertain how such a visit would be received. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Pardon me, sir, a letter has arrived for you. It appears to have been redirected several times in order to reach you."

"Thank you," Mr. Darcy replied, which he hastily broke.

Fitzwilliam~

I cannot send the ring back, because I could never say that I do not love you. Know then, that I shall keep it near me always, in the hope that someday I shall be able to wear it again.

Yours Forever,

Elizabeth

Darcy looked stricken. How long ago had this letter been sent? There was no time to be lost. Hurriedly he rushed down the stairs.

"Bingley!" he shouted. "I feel the need for some exercise! What think you of a ride in the direction of Longbourn?" The gleam in his eye was not lost on his friend, and they left immediately.

Chapter 18

At Longbourn, the ladies sat in the parlor, occupying themselves with needlework. Elizabeth's lack of concentration was evident when she pricked herself in the thumb for the fourth time, but thankfully Mrs. Bennet was too preoccupied with the plight of her first daughter to notice the distress of her second.

"Mama!" shouted Kitty as she dashed into the room. "You will never guess who is coming up the drive!!" Not waiting for her mother to reply, Kitty rushed ahead. "It's Mr. Bingley!"

"Ooh! How delightful! This is all because of you, Jane, I'm sure . . ." As her mother prattled on, Jane looked at Elizabeth with hope, anticipation, and slight fear in her eyes. Elizabeth looked back at her sister and gave her an encouraging smile.

"If you'll pardon me, Mama, I must go . . . inspect the gardens on the other side of the house!" Elizabeth said, her eyes filling with tears. As happy as she was for her sister, she did not feel capable of witnessing the realization of Jane's wishes without pitying her own unfulfilled hopes.

"Whatever for, Lizzy?! I dare say the garden can wait until after Mr. Bingley arrives. You can leave when the rest of us do," replied Mrs. Bennet.

"No indeed, Mama, it cannot wait. Mrs. Phillips was quite distressed with the presence of spider mites in her garden. I promised her I would make sure they had not invaded ours."

Seeing the resolute look on her face, Mrs. Bennet acquiesced. "Oh very well! If you insist on being stubborn, then I can do nothing to stop you."

Elizabeth quickly quit the room. As she snuck out the back, she heard Hill open the front door and hurried to avoid being seen by Mr. Bingley.

"Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy, ma'am," Hill announced, before curtseying quickly and leaving the room.

"Oh, Mr. Bingley, we are so delighted to see you! And Mr. Darcy - I suppose you are welcome, too." Darcy looked around the room quickly and was dismayed not to find the one he desired there. A brief shadow passed over his eyes, but only Jane and Mr. Bingley caught it. "-do sit down," Mrs. Bennet continued.

After spending as much time politely listening as was dictated necessary by etiquette, Mr. Darcy expeditiously made his excuses for returning to Netherfield. As he stood up, Jane stopped him. "Mr. Darcy," she exclaimed, suddenly bold, "perhaps you would care to see the gardens at the back of the house before you take your leave??"

Darcy looked at Jane blankly, but finally understood the meaning of her words. "Ah, yes, Miss Bennet," he said, improvising rapidly, "I should like that very much. However, I have no wish to disturb you at present, so I will return another day."

"Certainly, Mr. Darcy," Jane said. She shared a secret smile with Mr. Bingley as his friend departed.

Rather than exiting by way of the front door, Mr. Darcy located and let himself out the back door. He started to walk towards the west of the house when something caught the corner of his eye. Smiling slightly, he headed for a patch of white among the trees.

Suddenly finding themselves alone in the parlor, Bingley and Jane had no idea what to do. Bingley knew what he wanted to do, but not quite how to begin. Then he had an idea, and suddenly stood up. "Miss Bennet," he began . . .

Darcy halted for a moment in his approach, as he caught sight of the woman he loved. Her back was turned to him - she was crying. Concerned, he stepped forward silently and gently touched a hand to her back.

Startled by the motion, Elizabeth sniffled and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, trying in vain to remove the evidence of her sorrow. She hesitated before turning, making one last attempt to regain her composure. It was then that Darcy spoke. "Elizabeth," he whispered softly.

She froze. Surely she hadn't heard that - it was her mind playing tricks on her again. But when Elizabeth turned around and saw the man she loved, all the emotions she had been fighting for so long came forth in one long outpouring of tears.

Darcy, unsure of what to do, stood there rather awkwardly. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but he could not understand the cause of her tears. Presently, she dried her eyes and looked away. "Fitzwilliam, I . . . I . . "

"Elizabeth, I never meant to hurt you."

She turned around and looked him in the eyes as she replied, "You never did, my love. I've been so foolish. I suppose I should thank you for not giving up when I asked you to."

"But why, Elizabeth? Why did you run away?" Darcy could see her fighting back more tears, and so he stepped forward and held her, waiting until she was again able to speak.

Elizabeth took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself. "I thought it was all for the best. I could not bear the thought of hurting you. Or your sister. The disgrace of Lydia's circumstances was mine to endure."

At this, Darcy pulled back and forced Elizabeth to look him in the eye. "Understand this: I love you. Anything you suffer I will gladly suffer with you. Believe me, dearest, I would have been here sooner, but my travels of late have been such that my letters were delayed. I received your last missive only today."

Elizabeth looked at him, stunned. "So . . . you . . ."

Darcy grinned. "I rode over immediately upon finishing it." He paused a moment thoughtfully. "Elizabeth, do you still have my ring?"

She reached down and pulled up the sleeve of her gown, revealing the beautiful ring tied to her arm by a ribbon. "Did you ever doubt it, sir?"

Darcy carefully untied the ribbon and slipped the ring on her finger, as he had done months before. Lifting her hand up and placing it in the crook of his arm, he said, "Miss Bennet, shall we return to the house? I believe there is an announcement that is sadly overdue."

Elizabeth smiled widely and replied "Yes, Fitzwilliam, I believe there is."

Chapter Nineteen

Posted on Friday, 11 August 2000

When Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy walked into the Longbourn parlor, they were happily oblivious of all others present. A moment later, however, Jane and Mr. Bingley's warning glance caused the pair to break apart, flushing guiltily. Luckily, their behavior went relatively unnoticed due to the commotion caused by Mrs. Bennet's uncharacteristically happy effusions.

Mr. Darcy leaned over and whispered conspiratorially to Elizabeth. "I fear, dearest, that there is still one more obstruction to be overcome before society would permit us to act as we should wish."

Elizabeth smiled warmly and nodded, leaving her fiancé to attend to the task of asking Mr. Bennet's permission.

When Elizabeth managed to gain a seat next to her sister, she was greeted with the obvious question. "Lizzy, dear, is there something you have not told me?"

Elizabeth blushed slightly. "I believe, dear Jane, you know perfectly well what news I have to tell you."

"I am so happy for you!" Jane exclaimed softly.

"And I for you!" Elizabeth replied. "But for me, do not be too happy yet," she cautioned. "He has gone to ask Papa, and I cannot imagine his consent won so easily."

Elizabeth's concerns were proved to be unfounded, and after a convincing entreaty on her behalf, an announcement was made to the gathered assembly.

Mrs. Bennet was so shocked that she practically had to be carried to her chair. "Oh! Two daughters to be married! And such rich husbands!! God has been very good to us!"

Kitty giggled when her mother proceeded to say that Jane and Elizabeth's marriages would throw her other daughters in the path of rich men.

Mary merely rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

The next day, the newly engaged couples decided to walk to Oakham Mount to avoid the felicitations of family and friends alike. Upon gaining the crest of the hill, the foursome sat down to rest, and predictably, the conversation turned to the upcoming nuptials.

"Well man," Bingley began good-naturedly, "have you set the date? Would the future Mr. and Mrs. Darcy prefer a Winter wedding with Jane and myself, or are you less inclined to be patient?"

Darcy tossed a glance at Elizabeth and gave her hand a squeeze before replying "I would be for Scotland tomorrow, were I not convinced that such an action would cause my lovely fiancee to reconsider her acceptance of my offer."

Jane's jaw dropped, Bingley laughed nervously, and Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock as she turned to her future husband.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy!! You unconscionable rake!"

Bingley and Jane gave each other a look and wordlessly departed in the direction of Longbourn. As they disappeared from sight, Elizabeth found she could no longer keep up the pretense of being offended, and she dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Once she and Mr. Darcy had managed to calm down, they noticed their companions' absence and started the walk back down to Longbourn.

"Really, my love," she began, "have you given any thought to setting a date? I know you must have many affairs that await you at Pemberley, and I have an entire trousseau to buy."

Darcy, still grinning from the novelty of Elizabeth's use of such an endearment, replied "I have thought a little about it. I was wondering if two months would give you time enough, as I am sure it would be sufficient for me to arrange my affairs."

Elizabeth looked at him and said, quite seriously, "I feel sure I could be ready in less time than that."

Darcy looked at her, slightly taken aback, so she continued. "I think we have waited long enough, and I have certainly put you through enough worrying. It would be wrong to delay any longer. I imagine six weeks would be ample time to prepare myself, while also remaining seemingly within the bounds of propriety."

He gave her a look. "Seemingly, Elizabeth?"

She smiled at him in return. "At the moment, my dear, I would not be above absconding to Scotland myself!"

Chapter Twenty

Posted on Thursday, 17 August 2000

A few days later, Jane and Elizabeth left for the home of their Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. Mrs. Bennet's conspicuous absence was due to her argument with her second daughter over the proper length of engagements. In lieu of accompanying them, she decided to send instructions from afar, leaving them to their own devices (an arrangement which was, in truth, much more pleasing to Jane and Elizabeth than the alternative).

Whilst all this was taking place, Mr. Darcy had returned to Pemberley to make all the arrangements necessary to give his wife the homecoming he felt she deserved. Servants were spoken to, business affairs were speedily dispatched, and certain rooms were readied for the new mistress. Thus, Darcy was able to return to Hertfordshire after a month of dealing with such affairs, and he and Elizabeth were able to enjoy the last two weeks of their courtship in relative peace.

The wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy was a lovely affair, marked by misty eyes and well wishes from many. The reception was mercifully uneventful, considering the guests in attendance - Mrs. Bennet was too thrilled to say much of anything, and Lady Lucas seethed with jealousy in silence. Caroline Bingley's was the only face that wore a sour expression, but fortunately, she remembered enough of her manners to restrict her comments to the weather. (Lydia Wickham was absent due to her delicate condition, and her husband had wisely chosen to remain at home with her.) Altogether, it was regarded by many in Meryton to be quite the impressive event. One, in fact, that would be the foremost topic of discussion for some many weeks until the town could pacify itself with the much-anticipated wedding of Jane and Mr. Bingley.

Early the next morning, the happy couple arrived at Pemberley. As they had stopped only once to change drivers, they were most thoroughly exhausted, and Darcy promised his wife that he would keep the requisite introductions as brief as possible. A short time later, the Darcys took an abbreviated stroll about the downstairs so Elizabeth could be reintroduced to the rooms she had once before seen. This was followed by a more lengthy tour of the upstairs.

"...And this is the Rose Room, where my sister stays when she is at Pemberley. As you know, she and Mrs. Annesley continued on to London from Longbourn, and they will be rejoining us in a month's time."

"She will be staying in your townhouse, then, Fitzwilliam?" Elizabeth inquired.

"Our townhouse," he corrected, which caused Elizabeth to blush prettily in return. "And continuing down this way we reach the East Wing...."

Elizabeth laid a hand on Darcy's arm to stay his movement. She yawned and said, "Oh dear. You must excuse me. I had no idea, Fitzwilliam, that Pemberley was so expansive above stairs."

Darcy worried for a moment that he was over-tiring his bride, but one look at the twinkle in her eye told him that Elizabeth was merely not interested in the East Wing at the moment. Darcy smiled and spoke again, changing his tactic. "The East Wing has another twenty-two rooms that I will bore you with another day."

Elizabeth smiled up at him and gave him a sound kiss for being so astute. They turned around and walked in the direction of the master suite.

"These, I promise my dear, will be the last rooms I shall show you today. I trust you will find them more interesting than the guest quarters."

Darcy opened the door to what was clearly his room and allowed Elizabeth to look around at her leisure. When she had finished, he led her through the adjoining door to their shared sitting room. He had left instructions with Mrs. Reynolds to have it aired and to have the furniture recovered if necessary. She had obviously taken his instructions to heart, as not only did the furniture look as good as new, but there were new curtains hanging in front of the large windows, and the carpet had recently been thoroughly cleaned.

After Elizabeth had finished exploring the sitting room, she and Darcy continued through the adjoining door on the opposite wall that led into her room. "Oh Fitzwilliam, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Darcy smiled in relief. "I am glad you approve of it. It was my mother's chamber, and I have not had the room redone as yet. I thought perhaps you would want to redecorate it yourself."

Elizabeth shook her head vehemently. "Oh no - I don't wish to change a thing. It's perfect!" She walked over to a row of small portraits hanging above the mantelpiece. "These are lovely," she said softly.

Darcy came over to stand by her side. "These are the portraits of every mistress Pemberley has ever had. I hope you do not mind if I have our family portraitist come up from the village to take your likeness - it is tradition that the painting be done soon after the wedding."

Elizabeth swallowed as she realized the importance of her new position. "Of course, dear. That will be fine."

Darcy looked at his wife and back at the portraits on the wall. "Of course, we will have to have a large portrait of the two of us done for the Gallery, but I think that can wait a little longer."

Elizabeth envisioned her own portrait alongside those dignified visages that she and the Gardiners had been led past on their tour. It was all too much to think about so soon. She closed her eyes to regain her composure.

A moment later Elizabeth opened her eyes and pointed to another door in front of her. "Fitzwilliam, love, where does this door lead to?"

Darcy recognized his wife's evasion of the subject, but thought nothing of it. He realized she would need more time to be completely comfortable as Pemberley's mistress.

Elizabeth took two steps into the next room and stopped, realizing where she was. Darcy, having fully expected such a reaction, came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I took the liberty of having Mrs. Reynolds redo this room, as it has not been used since Georgiana was a baby. I hope you like it."

Elizabeth couldn't manage the words, so she nodded with tears in her eyes. Her husband saw this and became worried. "Is there something wrong darling?" he asked as he turned her around.

She was touched by his concern and shook her head as she struggled to speak. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she tilted her head up to his and said the only thing she could. "I love you."

Darcy smiled and leaned down. "I love you, too."

Epilogue

Five months later, the Darcys found themselves back en route to Meryton for Jane and Bingley's wedding. The ceremony was well-attended. Everyone was happy to see the couple finally married - no one more so than the Best Man and Matron of Honor. The wedding party wondered at the Wickhams' absence, but all was explained by Mrs. Bennet at the reception.

"Oh my dear Jane! I am so very happy! So much money!" She reached forward to grab both Jane and Elizabeth's hands. "Just look at you two both - two of my girls so well off!" Mrs. Bennet sighed. "I hope soon I will be able to see my grandchildren?" she said suggestively. "I had such high hopes for Lydia, but now that she's lost her baby....."

The rest of her sentence went unspoken as a new crowd of guests arrived at the reception. The Bingleys followed off to greet the Longs and the Lucases, and as they left, Elizabeth sighed in exasperation.

Darcy mistook his wife's sigh as one of despondence, and tried to raise her spirits. "Do not trouble yourself, darling," he whispered in her ear. "I am sure it will happen soon enough."

Elizabeth turned to her husband and grinned. "It may happen sooner than you think."

Darcy looked questioningly at his wife as she started to walk away. Before she could move more than a few steps, he grabbed her arm and caught up with her.

"Elizabeth, what do you mean?"

She leaned toward him and said softly "Mr. Darcy, how do you feel about being a papa?"

Some time later, the Bingleys and the Darcys were talking about their plans for the future.

"I say," began Bingley happily, "wouldn't it be wonderful to take a trip together? Just the four of us - we could take a tour about the country. We could go to Bath and Lyme, or visit the Lakes. What do you say to going in July? That should be enough time for Jane and I to get settled."

Elizabeth smiled demurely as she noticed her sister's excitement over the plan, but it was Darcy who spoke first.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Bingley." Darcy looked fondly at his wife and took her hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Bingley looked questioningly at each other, and Darcy knew an explanation was in order. He grinned widely at the little group and said proudly, "My wife will be otherwise engaged."

The End

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