The Trip to Brighton

Taz

Section I, Next Section

Chapter 1

Posted on Sunday, 9 September 2001, at 4:13 p.m.

Elizabeth Bennet anxiously stalked about her father's study as its owner looked up at his favourite child from his seated position whilst squirming uncomfortably in his chair. Her eyebrows knotted in frustration and exhaustion as she continued to argue her point. She would not give way.

"Father, you must see how you cannot allow to let Lydia run about loosely in Brighton," she stressed again as her only audience listened in silence. "She has already proved how wild her behaviour is in the presence of acquaintances and her relations. How shall she behave in company with perfect strangers?"

"Lizzie, please try to understand....."

"Father, you must take time to check her," Lizzie carried on determinably, "She is already threateningly close to being beyond the point of amendment. The name of Bennet shall be disgraced by her wild behaviour. You cannot be serious in your decision. Do you not remember her total want of propriety at the Netherfield Ball?" Mr Bennet winced slightly as the memories flooded back. He held his breath as he lifted his eyes back to Lizzie's. She kneeled beside him and held his hands in hers. Passionately, she continued.

"Father, I beseech you, do not allow something that you shall later foolishly regret." Lizzie hoped she'd given argument enough to reverse his opinion and stared at him with hope.

"I understand your consternation, my love," Mr Bennet sighed as he finally spoke. "But Lydia must go. Think of the non-stop whining we shall have to endure if she does not," he said the latter in a lighter tone but Lizzie could hear his voice betray insecurity. Had she convinced him? He smiled at her lovingly as he put the palm of his hand lightly on her cheek.

"Lizzie, I shall miss you terribly," Lizzie's eyes twinkled as she smiled with amused confusion.

"And pray tell, dear father, where shall I be going?" Mr Bennet smiled but his eyes revealed the seriousness of the answer's nature.

"Lizzie, I wish you to accompany Lydia to Brighton. She will not be easy unless she does and with her sensible and stern elder sister with her, she cannot disgrace the 'name of Bennet' too cruelly."

"But father, I have already made arrangements with Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. We shall tour the Lakes....."

"No Lizzie, you shall tour the Seas instead. I shall send my Brother-in-Law a telegram, informing him of the current turn of events."

Lizzie opened her mouth to protest but her father indicated for her to stop by raising his hand, "Think of the possibilities, Lizzie. Imagine the envy you shall endure from your mother and sister at your opportunity to sea bathe. Also, I believe there may be a certain gentleman whose company you do not wish to be relieved from so suddenly," his eyes twinkled at his daughter's embarrassment and an instant rose colour diffused over her face. Elizabeth smiled bashfully.

"Father, you are not expecting me to chase a perfectly respectable young man? I should believe you think me as bad as Kitty and Lydia." Mr Bennet smiled at the sport his witty daughter threw at him; it was one of the reasons he loved her so well.

"I just do not wish to see you separated from the one you love, my dear. The opportunity does not come often."

Lizzie hesitated before she replied. She would usually have answered back good-naturedly and joked with her father instantly but the subject was a sensitive one that needed careful consideration before an answer could be made.

"I-I must admit I like Mr Wickham, father. He is perfectly amiable and all that is noble. But I believe love is a strong word that should only be used when two people feel... as though they are one," Her father seemed very satisfied with this answer and kissed her forehead lightly.

"All the better Lizzie. I cannot part with you just yet. Now get along with you. Go before I change my mind."

Chapter 2

"Oh, Lizzie! We shall have such a wonderful time!" Lydia exclaimed in excitement as she squeezed Lizzie's arm tightly. Lizzie smiled weakly as she observed Jane in the corner, staring sadly out the window. Lizzie sighed deeply. Can he not see what he is doing to her? If only he would come......

"The carriage is ready, ma'am." Hill informed. Lizzie, rather startled by the sudden appearance of the maid thanked her quietly as Lydia shrieked in excitement, then ran out the door towards the carriage. Lizzie sighed as she looked at her father. Enduring Lydia would be a definite task for her, for she was not as patient or as good-tempered as Jane and would probably scold Lydia non-stop.

As everyone waited outside for the departure, Lizzie clasped Jane's hands and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"My dear sweet Jane, how shall I stay so long without your company? I shall go mad!" Jane smiled back as happily as she could and hugged her sister dearly.

"Hurry back, Lizzie. Be sure to write ever day," Jane suddenly smiled as slyly as she could and whispered, "Give Mr Wickham my love."

It was a long road to Brighton and Lizzie drifted into slumber on and off throughout the journey. Lydia was already trying and in amusement, Lizzie found she was rattling her nerves!

"Oh Lizzie! How much fun we shall have! How merry we shall be!" Lydia cried for the hundredth time, "We shall see Denny and Sanderson and Captain Carter again! How I long to speak to fellow acquaintances!"

"Yes Lydia," Lizzie said with controlled civility, "You've mentioned this subject many a time during this trip. I have agreed every time. Can we please move on and speak of something else?"

"Oh, Lizzie! You're such a bore! What else is there to speak of?"

"Poetry, Shakespeare........." Lydia snorted and fell back hard onto the cushioned exterior of the carriage seats.

"Lizzie, you shall never get a husband if you speak of such things!" Lizzie cringed as she could have sworn she heard her mother's words said in Lydia's voice.

"As I have told mama, I shall tell you, Lydia, " Lizzie said, trying to control her temper, "It is not my first priority to find a husband as it is yours. Now, I believe you should keep your opinions to yourself and speak of nothing until you think of something sensible to say." Lydia sulked but knew not to try her sister any further so she contented herself by staring out the window. However, ten minutes of solitude were not enough for the youngster, and Elizabeth found her solitary reverie being disturbed once again.

"I wonder how Mr Wickham is doing.......do not you wonder, Lizzie?" Lydia gave her sister an almost triumphant smile. Was the whole family conspiring against her? Coolly, Lizzie replied.

"I do wonder about Mr Wickham's health, as I would with any of my friends." Lydia snorted again.

"Do not be silly, Lizzie! What should I care about Mr Wickham's health? I am referring to his romantic situation......"

"Lydia!" Lizzie cried, absolutely shocked by her sister's forwardness.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, Lizzie! I know you think of it as much, nay, more than I do!"

"You know nothing about my thoughts so I shall instruct you to acquire better sources of evidence before you speak of these matters in public." Lydia rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.

"O Lizzie! We all know how pleased you are with Mr Wickham. You say you are concerned about the health of your 'friend'? We all know he is more than a friend, and that you wish him to be more........"

"Lydia! One more word from you and I shall instruct the driver to turn back to Longbourne this instant!" Lydia quickly closed her mouth before she continued. Nothing would stop her getting to Brighton, and if that meant silence for another few hours, she would hold her tongue. Lizzie's face was burning hot as she turned to the window beside her, letting the wind cool her down. She looked at the grey clouds and sighed. Why did I come with her? Why did I let father convince me? Lord, I do wish I was at the Lakes.....

Chapter 3

Posted on Monday, 10 September 2001, at 8:07 a.m.

Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner were disappointed to hear about Elizabeth's sudden duty to accompany her sister but 'rallied their spirits' by journeying to Derbyshire; where they would have originally taken Elizabeth if she had not changed her mind. Growing up in Derbyshire, Mrs Gardiner felt as though she had returned home and gladly visited all the places of importance to her as a girl. Going to Blenham and Chatsworth had quite tired her out but Mr Gardiner insisted on a trip to Pemberley, where dear Wickham had grown up with that odious Mr Darcy. Mrs Gardiner was enchanted by the grounds and had always thought the house to be one of the finest houses in the world. She had always pitied the future Mistress of Pemberley (which she assumed, from Lizzie's tales, would be Caroline Bingley when she finally wore Mr Darcy down) but looking at Pemberley made one forget all the faults of its owner.

The couple were guided around the delightfully extravagant house by a good-natured woman by the name of Mrs Reynolds. She seemed to be an amiable lady but both Mr and Mrs Gardiner gave stifled laughs as she grossly exaggerated her master's attributes. However, it did make the couple wonder how a sensible woman, as she clearly was, could be fooled by Mr Darcy. After all, she'd known him closely since he was four, whilst Elizabeth and the other inhabitants of Meryton had only been acquainted with the gentleman for the last two years.

Requesting a desire to wander the beautiful grounds of Pemberley, Mrs Gardiner and husband were seen off by Mrs Reynolds, who stayed inside to watch over the house. Mrs Gardiner sighed at the sight of the rolling hills and crystal lakes on the beautiful summers day and placed her hand on the crook of her husband's arm, basking in the glory of Pemberley.

She was quite surprised to see the owner, who they'd been informed wouldn't be arriving till the morrow, suddenly appear walking up the lane towards the house. The master of the house noticed the Gardiner's a little while after the elder couple did him and halted immediately.

"Good Afternoon," he called civilly, aware that another group of people were interested in Pemberley. Mr Darcy felt a rush of pride when he saw the appreciation of Pemberley he believed it certainly deserved. He had not yet met one person who did not approve of his estate. If only Elizabeth could have seen it then maybe...... Even so, he did not wish for Elizabeth to marry him for his money - he wanted her love, though he knew it could not be as ardent as violent as his own; but is was all now impossible... He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts that caused him so much distress and instead focused upon the amiable looking couple approaching him.

"Good Afternoon, Sir," Mrs Gardiner replied as she curtsied and Mr Gardiner followed the polite welcome by bowing. She had a certain amused twinkle in her eye that made Darcy smile. He promptly returned the civil welcomes, "Would we be too bold to inquire if you are Mr Darcy, sir?" Darcy nodded.

"Not at all Madam, I am Fitzwilliam Darcy. I hope you are both pleased with Pemberley?" Mr Gardiner smiled broadly and nodded, quite a bit taken aback by Mr Darcy's attentive behaviour.

"Very much indeed, sir. We were just commenting whether or not we'd seen a grander or more happily situated estate. Unanimously, we decided we had not." Darcy smiled widely.

"Thank you, sir. The compliment is much appreciated." There was a brief pause before Mrs Gardiner continued.

"We must apologise, sir, for invading upon your privacy. Had we known you would be here we would not have dreamt about disturbing you." Darcy shook his head.

"I came back a day early without informing anyone, so please do not distress yourself. You have in no way disturbed me Mrs......um," Darcy looked at them sheepishly. "Pray, may I have the honour to know to whom I have the pleasure of conversing with?" He wasn't sure why, but Darcy was drawn to speaking with this couple. They seemed friendly and noble and he was quite surprised with himself that he was speaking so openly with them. Something about the gentlewoman reminded him of his own sister, Georgiana. He was not too sure what though......

"Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner, Mr Darcy." Mr Gardiner introduced. Mr Darcy nodded; then his face suddenly froze. Was that not the name of the couple Miss Jane Bennet had stayed with during her visit to London? Miss Bennet. Miss Elizabeth Bennet.....

Stop being silly, Darcy, he instructed, There must be at least a dozen Gardiners in this part of the country. But they may be the ones. I must know........

He tried to control the quiver in his voice before he began but still managed to adopt an aspect of stammering in his address. With sweaty palms and a rush of adrenaline, he managed to utter,

"Mr Gardiner, would I be right in assuming that you are relations of the Bennet family of Longbourne?" Both Mr and Mrs Gardiner smiled at the young man admirably.

"Yes, sir, Mrs Fanny Bennet is my sister." Darcy was genuinely shocked that this well-bred and patient man could be so closely related to the boisterous and loud Mrs Bennet. There was silence for a short while until Mrs Gardiner boldly stepped forward.

"I do not want to appear ungrateful, Mr Darcy, but I believe that my husband and I should no longer trespass on your kindness and be returning back home for it is getting dark and the carriage is due back."

Remember why Elizabeth dislikes you so in the first place.........your blatant dislike of her relations and your inability to converse well with strangers were your main downfall when you were first acquainted with Miss Bennet. Practice makes perfect....

"Mr and Mrs Gardiner, I cannot allow you leave until I myself give you a guided tour of the gardens," Darcy said, smiling warmly, "You may send back the other carriage so it may fulfil it's timely engagement and I shall provide you with my own carriage and escort you both back to wherever it is you wish to go."

"Sir, we would not wish to inconvenience or trouble you....."

"I assure you sir, I would be honoured to accompany you." The couple were truly touched by Darcy's offer and heartily accepted. The Gardiners were still not certain why he was going out of his way to be more than just polite but liked the man more every passing minute. Darcy's face was bright with excitement.

"Shall we begin the tour?" Mr Gardiner whispered a comment in his wife's ear and she stepped forward to discuss it.

"I do not wish to sound rude, Mr Darcy........."

Was this a rejection yet again? His heart fell.

"But, you do not seem to be, well, properly attired for the occasion." Darcy looked down at his clothing and felt a spectacle. He was still soaking wet, in just his shirt and breeches, from the dive into the lake he'd preformed earlier. He'd completely forgotten! It was yet another action to try and forget Elizabeth....... they had all failed quite miserably. Mrs Gardiner tried to put the young man at ease as Darcy blushed furiously. "Mr Darcy, we would not wish our gracious host to become ill on account of our entertainment." Darcy looked down to the floor.

"What must you think of me..."

"Mr Darcy, " Mr Gardiner said, almost paternally, "Far be it for us to judge a man who has a swim on his own estate on a summers day." Darcy felt so as ease with these gentle folk that he felt the embarrassment leave instantly. He brightened up a bit, seeing Elizabeth's spark and charm in both these delightful people.

"Thank you sir, I shall return as soon as possible to begin the tour. Please feel obliged to sit on the benches in my temporary absence."

And with one last bow and smile, Darcy hurried over the lawn towards the house with the excitement of the man who had been given a second chance.

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, back at Brighton, where the main bulk of our story will probably be told (as hinted by the title) Elizabeth and Lydia had just arrived at Mrs Forster's rented beach house. Lizzie was unusually charmed by the white and aesthetically pleasing house whilst Lydia was more interested in looking out the quaint balcony, in her quest for searching out officers. Mrs Forster was a gracious host and offered Lizzie a bed immediately, seeing that her young friend's sister was quite tired from the long journey from Hertfordshire. Lizzie gratefully accepted and had not realised how tired she was until she'd placed her head on the luxuriously soft cushion and fell straight to sleep.

She suddenly awoke. She sat up and pondered what she'd heard to make her get up so quickly, but soon realised a short time afterwards when the noise was repeated.

"Lizzie!" Lydia squealed in delight, Lizzie could hear her sister thundering up the stairs and towards her room. The door slammed open and a breathless Lydia stood at the doorway with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "Guess who is waiting, just for you, downstairs? Wickham! Make haste, hurry up and ready yourself!" Lydia's nose crinkled up in distaste, "Lizzie, how awful you look. Bags under your eyes and you hair looks positively wild! What will Mr Wickham think?" Lizzie felt butterflies attack one another inside her stomach. Did she really look so awful? She quickly glanced at the mirror to see Lydia was exaggerating but there were elements of truth in her description of Lizzie's appearance.

I cannot see him like this!

"Hurry Lizzie! Do not take too long! You will chase Wickham away!" And with that short outburst, Lydia closed the door and thundered back down to the parlour. Lizzie sighed and sat in front of the mirror to try and improve herself.

"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you....."

Lizzie turned her head as Mr Darcy's face appeared in her head. Insufferable man! I shall never forgive you for what you've done to Jane. And to poor Wickham....

"Miss Elizabeth, you look very well," Wickham said smiling as he kissed her hand. Elizabeth blushed slightly and wondered if she was in love with Wickham, being more and more certain every time they met. Lydia was restless while her sister received such attentions, for Wickham had not even said a hello to her and Lydia believed herself to be as handsome as Lizzie.

"Thank you Mr Wickham," Lizzie said returning his warm smile. "Allow me to return the compliment, for you also seem to be full of health." Wickham leaned slightly closer to Elizabeth, which terrified the latter.

"Miss Elizabeth, you must understand that I do not speak of your health." Elizabeth froze, hoping her hand did not sweat through her glove. Why did no one care about ones health nowadays?

"Do you not care about my health sir?" She said in a mock serious tone. Mr Wickham smiled back broadly,

"Of course, Miss Elizabeth," he replied, "But I can tell by your pleasing appearance that you cannot be ill or unwell. So I contented to praise that beauty, knowing that your health was secure. So secure, it does not need to be stated."

"And my beauty needs to be stated, Mr Wickham? Shall I consider that a compliment or a insult?" Elizabeth teased. Wickham laughed and Lydia pouted at their hearty conversation.

"Miss Bennet, it is so distracting that it must be mentioned. If I do not state it, I shall not die a happy man." Lizzie seemed to like this answer and smiled even wider.

"Then sir, who am I to deny you a happy death? You may speak of my beauty as often as you like."

"You look very well Miss Bennet," he whispered close to her ear. Elizabeth reddened again, for she knew this was not acceptable behaviour and she was a well brought up young lady. She looked into his eyes and smiled, almost hoping that his closeness meant he might be bold enough to kiss her. Instead, he lightly pulled at one of her corkscrew curls with his thumb and finger and a second later let it loose, causing it to bounce back into its original position. "Now I shall die twice as happy."

Chapter 5

Posted on Wednesday, 12 September 2001, at 9:25 a.m.

Mrs Gardiner, like her niece Elizabeth, also believed herself a good judge of character and she could honestly say that Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy was all ease and friendliness and she could not, for the life of her, see the pride and false dignity Lizzie (and Wickham) had described in such detail. After their entertaining tour of the grounds (where Mr Darcy had shown the Gardiners the very lake that had caused him such embarrassment) they returned back to the house where their gracious host insisted they stay for dinner. However, the Gardiners were already quite spent from the extensive tour and thanked him for the offer, but decided that they should best be heading back to the Inn. It was however decided in the carriage to their destination that the Gardiners would come back the following evening for dinner and be introduced to Mr. Darcy's sister, Georgiana and the Bingleys. Both of the Gardiners dearly wished to meet the young man who had captured Jane's heart to assess him for themselves, and Mrs Gardiner dearly wished to witness the folly Elizabeth assured Caroline Bingley would be openly exhibiting.

When it came to Georgiana, she remembered how Wickham described the young girl as proud and arrogant but now drastically doubted anything that gentleman had previously remarked. In fact, Mrs Gardiner was absolutely certain that Miss Georgiana Darcy would be as amiable and pleasant as her brother and could not wait to meet her. The lady was not sure why, but she felt a sudden dislike of Wickham. Her dear husband offered the suggestion that perhaps Wickham had wrongly judged Darcy's character, but even he believed that to be a farfetched theory. She was also beginning to question Mr Wickham's character and almost felt anxious for Lizzie and Lydia to be in his company without parents or proper guardians. Could they have been mistaken about this apparently wronged and charming young officer? She continued to think of the well being of her nieces as the coach stopped at Pemberley; where Mr Darcy and an attractive young woman were standing at the gates. As Darcy helped Mrs Gardiner out of he carriage he looked excessively concerned. "Mrs Gardiner, are you unwell?" Mrs Gardiner, for her part, had not realised her worries were revealed from her face and quickly brightened up.

"I am well, thank you Mr Darcy. Just a little headache. It shall pass soon, I dare say." Darcy smiled, genuinely pleased Mrs Gardiner was fine and looked at his sister. "Georgiana, this is Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner."

During dinner, Mrs Gardiner had summed up the party entirely. Miss Georgiana Darcy was intelligent, talented, sweet but painfully shy. Mr Hurst spoke little, consumed greatly and drank substantially more than the combination of the entire party. Miss Bingley and her sister were overly dressed, expressed themselves with cold civility and thought themselves incredibly high above their company. Their brother, Charles, however seemed to be a complete contradiction and the couple found him to be pleasing, amiable, well-mannered and kind - thus seeing how perfectly compatible he was with their eldest niece. Bingley was incredible excited when Darcy had mentioned the Gardiners being their dinner guests, for he'd heard about the couple greatly from his Jane's own lips and particularly of how much she admired them. He had always believed Jane to be a good judge of character but he was pleasantly surprised on this occasion to discover her praise was not high enough. Mrs Gardiner tried her hardest to be her sociable self but was still troubled. She wondered if she was brave enough to inquire about Mr Wickham to Darcy, considering their past must have been somewhat unpleasant. She was well aware she'd only recently been acquainted with Mr Darcy and to ask such a personal question was completely out of order. She also realised how blinded she must have been by Wickham to believe such a falsehood about a completely respectable young man. What had the housekeeper said again? He's turned out very wild. Very wild indeed..... Mrs Gardiner stayed by Georgiana as she played the exquisite pianoforte, and turned her music sheets when the task was appropriate, attempting to lure the sweet girl out of her shell. Once she was satisfied with Georgiana's playing and her confidence, Mrs Gardiner sat back down to join Bingley, Darcy and her husband. She smiled as the three men talked of fishing and the correct tackle, knowing how much her husband enjoyed a sunny afternoon by the riverside.

"Mrs Gardiner, I hope you do not mind Darcy and I coercing your husband to join our fishing trip when we are next in town." Bingley asked warmly.

Mrs Gardiner chuckled as she placed her hand over her husband's. "Mr Bingley, you do not require my blessing! My Edward will surely be forcing you both to attend instead of the reverse, dear sirs. He is as slippery as the fishes he wishes to catch. Please, for your own sakes, watch out for him."

All three men burst into laughter at her words and Bingley attempted to speak. "Mrs Gardiner, it is a shame I did not have the privilege of being acquainted with yourself and Mr Gardiner when I was last in town. Then maybe we could have had our fishing meet then! Pray, may I now grasp the opportunity to request permission to be able to call on you both when I am next in London?"

Both Mr and Mrs Gardiner liked this man and smiled. "Sir, you may come whenever you wish. Our doors are always open to you."

Mrs Gardiner nodded at her husband's speech and quietly added with a smile; "Yes sir, come as soon as you can. For you know the address, so you have no excuse!" There was an uncomfortable silence before a puzzled Bingley replied.

"I'm afraid I do not have the honour to know where you reside in London, Mrs Gardiner."

At this statement both the Gardiners joined Bingley in his confusion. "But surely your sister told you of our inviting you to Gracechurch Street..."

Bingley's face suddenly darkened and he turned to Caroline. Everyone, including Georgiana's playing, silenced. He continued to look at his sister as he spoke to the Gardiners. Darcy had never seen Bingley in such a state.

"Mrs Gardiner, did Caroline give a reason why I could not attend?" Darcy whispered for Bingley to carry this on somewhere more private but he knew not to try his friend, for he knew not how he would react in such an 'un-Bingley' mood.

Mrs Gardiner uncomfortably answered. "We, erm, we were under the impression you were too occupied with Mr Darcy and Miss Georgiana and could not spare the time." Bingley glared harder at Caroline, whom studied her orange satin shoes to avoid eye contact. Mrs Gardiner was not sure she should continue, and she usually would not have if she did not love Jane to the extent she did or if she had not seen her so unhappy.

However, she saw both these things and again spoke up, "We were quite distraught, Sir. Mr Gardiner, myself and Jane were very much looking forward to your visit." For the first time in what seemed like hours, Mr Bingley finally quit his examination of Caroline's face and turned his gaze to Mrs Gardiner's. He no longer looked angry since the mention of Jane's name. "Miss Jane Bennet was staying at your house in Gracechurch Street during this time?"

"She stayed for many weeks, Mr Bingley." Mr Gardiner said in a firm voice. Caroline whimpered slightly, probably more unhappy her conduct was found out than anything else.

Bingley slowly stood up and looked at the exit and looked back at Darcy. "If you would excuse me..." His voice trailed off as he hurried to the door and slammed it shut after him.

Chapter 6

"How do I look, Lizzie? Shall I be the envy of every woman at the ball?"

Once Elizabeth's eyes rested on her sister, she could not help but smile. Lydia certainly looked like a young lady, if she did not act the part. "You look very good, Lydia," Lizzie said honestly. "I do not recall seeing that gown before. Pray, do not tell me it was bought especially for this outing?"

Lydia giggled at her sister's expression. "Lizzie, you know Mama bought me a few outfits for the balls and parties we have been invited to attend!"

Lizzie shook her head in utter amazement. "Lydia, I know of four dresses, which I thought were three too many when you and Mama came back from Meryton. I have not seen this one, or the three on the bed. Which leads me to conclude..."

Lydia huffed. "Fine! I shall confess all. Mama bought me eight dresses, and we lied and told you all we only bought half as many. Lizzie, why must you always look at me like that? You know Papa would never let me buy so many..."

"And rightly so!" Lizzie snapped angrily. "How could Mama be so thoughtless with her money? Father's money? We can barely afford to live at Longbourne, let alone spend saved pounds on needless material items..."

"If you please, ma'am. The coach is ready." Lydia smiled at the maid. "Thank Lord! Anymore lectures from Lizzie and I shall become a university student!"

The Ballroom was not as grand as Lizzie had seen but it was pleasant and handsomely decorated. Mr and Mrs Gorman were a young, quite financially safe couple who enjoyed a good dance and preferred the act more when in company with good people. As Lydia hurried off in search of any officer, her elder sister went in the search of a particular one. I feel like I am at the Netherfield Ball all over again! When she looked up and saw Mr Denny approaching her from across the floor, her heart sank. She began to remember the last time Mr Wickham did not come to a ball...

"Miss Bennet, I believe we've done this before, have we not?" he asked good-naturedly. Elizabeth tried not to show her disappointment.

She smiled, but Denny could see it did not reach her eyes. "Yes Mr Denny, you seem to always adopt the role of the bearer of bad tidings. What is the scoundrel's excuse this time? I do not see Mr Darcy lurking, or as he prefers, stalking about. I should have liked to have had the pleasure of dancing with him."

"And he you, I am certain Miss Bennet," Denny replied. "In fact, I believe this very strongly for the gentlemen took time to write you a note. And I must tell you, Wickham is not the greatest of authors!"

"I can well believe it!" Eying the white paper in Denny's hand again, Elizabeth desperately wanted to know what the contents of the note were. Passing her the paper he bowed.

"Enjoy your evening, Miss Bennet." Quickly, hurrying to a vacant seat in the corner of the room, she folded open the note in anticipation.

My Dear Miss Elizabeth, I do not know what to say. You cannot understand how much I wish I could be dancing with you at this very moment and I am cursing every man who has the great pleasure to see you this evening.

Elizabeth smiled wider, but made sure to look about her before continuing. To her left were dancing couples who were too engrossed with their partners whilst on her right were many Mr Hurst types, guarding the food and drink from anybody else. She did not wish to share Mr Wickham's thoughts with anybody else and held the note closer to her as she read.

But, alas, serious and unpleasant business prevents me from seeing your sweet face. However, it cannot be helped and I find myself in a situation that leaves me in hopeless trouble.......

Lizzie found her heart beating faster still .What awful business had her Mr Wickham gotten himself involved in? If she only knew where he was residing then she could speak to him face to face and know all the particulars....

I find my financial condition to be drastically withering away and I am in serious debt. Oh, Lizzie....

He had called her Lizzie.

I wish I could speak to you one last time, for I know you are the only one who can save me. But it is too late for me. This world throws cruel obstacles at people who have endured malice all their life....

My God! Is this a suicide note? Oh George, where are you?

If situation were only different. Had Old Mr Darcy never had a son! my life could have been so different. But, I suppose it does no good to dwell on the past. It is the future that is unbearable. Goodbye my dear Miss Elizabeth......

Oh, that wretched Mr Darcy! What has he reduced you to! Where are you?

Please wait 24 hours before you direct the police to my body at the Blackhorse Inn. I wish to leave this place in peace........for it is the one thing it has refused to offer me. Farewell. Yours Forever, in Death as Well as Life. George Wickham.

Lydia Bennet was making her way towards her sister as soon as the dance ended, but by the time it had taken the young girl to reach the other side of the dancehall the seat was vacant and Lizzie had disappeared.

Chapter 7

Posted on Friday, 14 September 2001, at 9:04 a.m.

"Bingley!" Darcy called after his friend as he followed his exit. Bingley stopped and turned to face him, his eyes were red and Darcy was quite shaken how very near he was to shedding tears.

"What must Miss Bennet think of me? Here I was practically professing my love for her all these months and for Caroline to refuse her thus! She must think me a monster. How can she ever forgive me?" Darcy placed his hand on an agitated Bingley's shoulder. He sighed deeply, knowing it was time for his own confession.

"Not here, Bingley. Come, let us go to my study. I have something I wish to tell you."

Once in his study, Darcy closed the door behind them. Bingley automatically poured himself a glass of port and drank the contents in one gulp. Darcy looked up at the ceiling and silently prayed.

God, give me the strength to do this

But before the gentleman could begin, Bingley started to speak again, but this time in a quieter, melancholy tone.

"How she must have suffered all those weeks...... She must think me the most abominably ill man living. The whole family must believe me to be a rogue who romances with beautiful young girls in order to break their hearts ......"

"Bingley," Darcy sighed, "Even you must see how highly the Bennet family regard you. More so then......." He quickly shook out of his own problems and focused again on his distressed friend. "I have something I wish to confess to you. I - I knew of Miss Bennet's time in London," Bingley opened his mouth to make his sentiments known but Darcy lifted up his hand to halt him. "I however, did not know about the invitation to the Gardiners' home." Bingley looked confused.

"If you didn't conspire against me with Caroline then why did you not mention her as you would any acquaintance?" Oh Bingley, I have eyes....

"I knew of your partiality to her, Bingley. I did it for you. I have seen you fall in love many a time all across the country and it is I that has to deal with you when you do!" Bingley's eyes narrowed slightly.

"And you weren't at all put off by her relations and her social standing?" Darcy winced then sighed.

"I confess, when I was first introduced to the lady, they affected me greatly. But I have lately discovered that these things are immaterial when you are in love," Bingley looked on at his friend in awe as he continued. "I did not believe her heart to be touched. However, I have recently acquired knowledge from a very reliable source who assures me otherwise." Darcy stopped as the Bingley tried to digest his words.

"She......she feels the same?" the younger man managed to utter. Darcy nodded.

"I do not wish to pry into your affairs ever again Bingley and apologise from the bottom of my heart for the distress I have caused yourself and Miss Bennet. But may I suggest you venture to Hertfordshire as soon as possible?" Bingley's anger had practically dissolved and his usual countenance had returned.

"Do I have your blessing?"

"Do you need my blessing?" Bingley smiled.

"No, but I would like to know my best man shall give it all the same." Darcy smiled back at his friend.

"Then we shall go to it. Now let us return to our guests and present them with the happy news."

Mrs Gardiner could hardly believe her ears when Mr Bingley announced he would propose to Jane and asked her and her husband for their blessing. She could not help but cry as she gave it and hugged her future nephew, for she knew he would not be disappointed with their niece's reply.

The Gardiners, Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy had decided to make their journey to Longbourne on the following day together. As the Gardiner's bid farewell, Mr Bingley seemed quite uneasy and suddenly asked Mrs Gardiner,

"Will Miss Bennet definitely be present at Longbourne when we arrive?" Mrs Gardiner and her husband smiled as they found the young man's impatience endearing.

"She should be, Mr Bingley, for she is taking care of our children while we are away and the only Bennets not at Longbourne are Lizzie and Lydia." The couple did not notice Mr Darcy's saddened expression at the mention of the absence of Elizabeth.

Again trying to control his voice, Darcy tried to inquire,

"Do you happen to know where the two Miss Bennets have gone, Mrs Gardiner?" The older woman looked at him almost suspiciously. Does she know about my feelings for Elizabeth? Darcy wondered.

Mrs Gardiner's suspicions over Mr Darcy's association with her second eldest niece had always seemed somewhat vague in the past but after these few days, she was absolutely certain he was in love with Elizabeth. However, Lizzie disliked him so.......but how could she if she knew what he really was? Mrs Gardiner looked back at Mr Darcy and dearly wished to call him nephew. Instead, she merely smiled.

"Elizabeth is accompanying Lydia on a trip to Brighton," she paused as she thought of Wickham, "Where the militia are encamped." She saw the dark expression that came over Darcy's face. Darcy felt almost faint as he thought of Elizabeth alone with the scoundrel who had turned her so against him - he would do anything to protect her. Mrs Gardiner realised that her darkest fears were true when he asked,

"Mrs Gardiner, do you know if a George Wickham is one of the party?" Her heart fell to her stomach as she realised that she had to be brave.

"He is, Sir. And I believe my nieces may be in serious trouble. Just one word from you on this subject will silence me forever, Mr Darcy. Is Mr Wickham an agreeable young man?"

Darcy's lip trembled but he remained composure as he battled to stay and talk instead of jumping on a horse and riding to Brighton himself.

"Mrs Gardiner, he is not. And I feel your fears for your nieces. Perhaps we should all sit down, it is time that I finally recalled my dealings with that gentleman."

Chapter 8

Elizabeth was not sure how to act. She had not been put in such a crucial situation and almost felt flattered Mr Wickham chose her as his confidant. However, these thoughts were expelled at once as she remembered what was happening and all she felt was desperation. All Elizabeth really knew to do was to get to the Blackhorse Inn as soon humanly possible. Maybe there was still time to save Wickham; she was his only hope. She was very short of time and luckily for her, both Mrs Forster and Mrs Gorman were talking to one another. Seeing her breathlessness and almost teary expression, both women quit their conversation and put their attention wholly on their young friend.

"My! Miss Elizabeth, are you quite well?" Elizabeth shook her head at Mrs Forster's question, holding back her tears.

"No-no, a sudden headache," how often she had used that excuse! And it was never more important then at this very moment. "Would you think me very ill if I beg to return back to the house?" Before the two ladies could reply Elizabeth quickly added, "Mrs Forster, I do not wish yourself or any of our party to accompany me. I am sure I will be fine with the servants and I do not wish to ruin everyone's evening because of my untimely ill health."

I cannot drag them into such scandal. Suicide is the most ill looked upon thing on God's earth and will surely tarnish their name! But what of my own..........?

.........stop being selfish Lizzie! A man's life is in your hands and all you can think of is your place in society. And you must deal with this alone...for what if Wickham awakes and everyone knows of the details? He will be despised for taking the life that only God can permit.

"I shall summon a servant to ready a carriage, if you are very sure Miss Bennet?" I have never been so sure of anything in my life.

"Yes, thank you Mrs Gorman. I shall send back the carriage when I am done."

Once the carriage stopped, Kendrick, the footman, stressed again his worries to Miss Elizabeth. He was wary of this area of Brighton and did not think it was proper for a young lady to travel alone with a servant as a chaperone. He liked her very much and did not wish for anything to happen to her in such a region as this was, for she was very attractive and well dressed (especially since she had dressed for a ball). She sported a dirty blanket over her dress, wiped some rouge from her face and attempted to untidy her hair by running her fingers through the curls, all done under the instruction of a concerned Kendrick. She whispered him an instruction, which he automatically agreed to perform as she walked towards the door of the inn. On opening the door she felt incredible vulnerable. Hoards of sizeable large men were drinking, yelling and were acting in a fashion she had never before witnessed. She was fully aware they were examining her rather closely as she hurried to the barkeep. The sweaty man observed Elizabeth in a manner which made the lady rather uncomfortable. He spoke gruffly.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing here without a chaperone? Do you not know what people do to unchaperoned young ladies in this part of town?"How shall I do this? Put on an accent?

"No, but you seem not to know what happens to men who are impatient with me." the man threw his head back and produced a hearty laugh.

"We seem to have a feisty one here! That is good. I dislike women who are otherwise. How may I help you, Miss?"

He prefers me unmannered? I have never witnessed a situation where rudeness gains you respect!

"I understand a George Wickham is currently dwelling in one of your rooms. Would you be so kind as to take me to him?" He smiled warmly at Elizabeth and then proceeded to turn to the small boy leaning against the bar.

"Percy, take this nice lady to room 3. And don't bother her with your stories! Got that?" The little boy nodded at his father and hurried up the stairs, and Elizabeth had to try and keep up in quite uncomfortable shoes, which were certainly not designed for running. Once they got to the door he gave her a smile and she felt obliged to give the sweet child a copper. She turned back to the door as she heard the child retreat back to the glow, shadowed movements and boisterous noise of downstairs. She knocked on the hollow door lightly, but was only responded by its echo.

"Mr Wickham?" she called softly. The hallway stayed silent and she heard no movement or sound from the other side of the door. "George?" She placed her hand around the doorknob and pushed it faintly. It was open. She left it slightly ajar before she decided what action to take. Elizabeth's heart was pounding as she placed one foot through the doorway.

What if he is dead? What if he has cut his wrists or hung himself? What if he is covered in blood? Oh George, can I be strong enough to help you?

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes tightly as she composed herself for the worst.

I must be strong.

As she finally pushed the door, it creaked loudly and Elizabeth ventured through it bravely. Her hand automatically reached for her mouth as she looked at the scene before her. She could feel the bile in her throat as the smell enveloped itself around her. Her voice was barely audible as she managed to whisper.

"George?!"

Chapter 9

Posted on Saturday, 15 September 2001, at 10:38 a.m.

Mr Bingley, Mr Gardiner and Mrs Gardiner sat in perfect silence and hardly moved as Mr Darcy recalled his past with Wickham (I shan't bore you all by telling his past with our beloved George - I think we all know it by heart!). Georgiana requested to stay, as much as her brother protested to her decision and the three spectators were each pleasantly surprised by her calm and mature composure as her brother revealed Wickham's dealings with her. She even helped contribute to the story sporadically and nodded occasionally as her brother made a valid or precise point. At the end of the story Darcy sighed deeply and took another swig of his drink. He had his back turned to his audience as he spoke,

"I am greatly concerned about Elizabeth........and erm, Lydia," Darcy quickly added as he managed to remember that the younger Bennet was also in grave danger. However all members of the party knew of his partiality to the second eldest Miss Bennet and smiled slightly at his behaviour towards his obvious favourite.

"As are we, Mr Darcy," Mr Gardiner added in a melancholy tone.

"We must do something Darcy, we cannot just sit back and wait for Wickham to corrupt the Bennets, any vulnerable young lady for that matter."

"You are right, Bingley. But I do not agree with the 'we' in that statement. I shall venture alone to Brighton." Bingley automatically began to protest.

"Darcy, you cannot be serious! You need my assistance if you are ever to stop this rascal...." Darcy shook his head as he adamantly made his decision.

"Bingley, you have owed Miss Bennet the permission to ask for her hand for many a month. It is because of my lack of observance and conceit that you have not done so sooner. I cannot allow you to delay this wonderful event any longer, for the sakes of both yourself and (I am certain!) your future wife. I will not be held responsible for separating you both any longer." Bingley continued to object, however to a lesser extent once he had heard Darcy's argument. Mr Gardiner suddenly spoke up.

"Mr Darcy, I believe Mr Bingley and my wife should venture to Hertfordshire while you and I direct our course to Brighton. I personally do not believe this is your battle, sir, though I would be very appreciative to have your help........."

"Mr Gardiner, " Darcy slowly interrupted, "If was not for my pride for not wishing my private affairs to be reported openly then George Wickham would not be put in such an agreeable position to seduce innocent young women and gain their trust so villainously......" Mr Gardiner found himself liking this young man more with every argument.

"Mr Darcy, I really do believe you take too much upon yourself."

"Sir, I must do this. Argument is futile and I shall not give way," Darcy's words were harsh but the gentleman pronounced the words with kind compassion. Mr Gardiner was also a stubborn man and shook his head.

"You cannot do this alone and I will not allow it. I must be of some help to my nieces, and I cannot bear to sit helplessly while that monster could be......" Darcy knew this man loved Elizabeth and could not refuse him as he could Bingley. He nodded and smiled.

"I would be honoured to have the pleasure to be in your company during this mission, sir."

It was then decided that this was the best course of action and the two gentlemen went on the longer trip south while Mr Bingley and his companion stopped at Hertfordshire in half the time. The trip was long and restless for the gentlemen went directly in Darcy's own carriage. Mr Gardiner offered the suggestion to his travel companion for a short break in town (where they would have to travel through in any case) to clear their thoughts. However, the younger gentleman did not wish to waste anymore time and insisted they keep on the road. During the long nights, Mr Gardiner slept uncomfortably on the coach while Mr Darcy merely stared out the window. I will not sleep. I will not close my eyes until I know Elizabeth is safe. He did not feel exhausted or even worn-out, even though the rings under his red eyes betrayed otherwise. He was simply alert and was completely aware of all movement around him. He unconsciously seemed to be preparing himself for the real challenge of seeking George out and stopping him once and for all.

Turning his eyes to the man he would dearly liked to have known longer, he smiled slightly. Mr Gardiner was a strong and healthy man and had been extremely helpful during their trip; but like all normal human beings, he was exhausted from the trying journey. Beside Darcy sat the other driver, Dawkins, who drove during the day while Phillips drove through the night, who was snoring softly. Darcy sighed as he turned to the window beside him and gazed at the starry sky. It seemed to console him to know that Elizabeth was under the same heavens and his mind suddenly reeled from the many awful situations he wished she had not gotten herself involved in. Why does he always choose the women I care for the most in the world?

For God sake, Darcy! Stop being so pessimistic. Elizabeth could be safely tucked in her bed, away from all the evils of the world and from the slimy grasp of George Wickham...

With this comforting thought in his head, Darcy unknowingly drifted into slumber as a vague smile continued to play upon his lips.

Chapter 10

Downstairs, Elizabeth had smelt the putrid stench of cheap liquors but the current smell that was wafting around Mr Wickham's room was more disgusting and made Elizabeth's eyes water. It was like a combination of vomit, liquor and urine and it took all of Lizzie's self control not to throw up herself. Wickham, who was uncomfortably situated with his head lying on the table, looked up at Elizabeth with a wicked glint in his eye. Elizabeth could tell he was very drunk and that all these awful smells were originating from his very person. He was in a half open shirt and breeches and only the two candles on his desk dimly illuminated the room.

He stood up.

If it were not for the state and odour of him, she would have run into his arms and hugged him tightly, thanking God that he was still on the earth. However, the Wickham she saw before her was not her Wickham. This Wickham looked sickly, pale and, most importantly, angry. He stepped towards her and Elizabeth felt almost worried to be alone with him. She decided to speak to tame her fears. Surely his sweet words would quieten her worries, wouldn't they?

"Wickham, thank God you're alive!" she said in relief, trying to sound herself. Wickham did not speak; he continued to approach her slowly. She was not sure why she was suddenly so aware of his size as she looked up at his towering form. His shadow came over her and the smell around Elizabeth grew stronger.

I will not faint, She instructed herself. However, she was not sure she was in full command of herself. He was an arm length away from her when finally spoke.

"You look so beautiful, Lizzie," he whispered, and then touched her cheek with the side of his thumb. Lizzie was not enjoying his attention to her as she dreamt she would have, and that almost lustful look in his eye terrified her. She moved a step backwards until he could no longer reach her and continued in a calm voice.

"Are your debts all settled now, sir?" Wickham hissed and turned away, walking back to his desk. She eyed the slightly ajar door and wished to be leaving via it. He is not dead, and I believe has no intention of performing an act against himself. So why am I still here......?

Because I am fearful of what he might do to me if I leave.

"Do you know why I called you here, my dear Lizzie?" she looked back up at him. He still had his back to her and his menacing tone did nothing to reassure her of her safety.

"You did not call me, sir, you tricked me," Elizabeth found her voice and her independent self, though both were presently quite shaky. He gave a dry chuckle under his breath.

"Yes, I tricked the astute and intelligent Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I only did it because I needed to be with you, alone." He turned back to her. The candle flames flickered and made him look more sinister as it caused shadows to play wickedly across his cheekbones.

"You had no reason to lie, sir. Which leads me to conclude that you are not the person I believed you to be. You have brought me here under false pretences and I beg to return back to my carriage." Wickham said nothing but just shook his head.

"I was going to ask you to run away with me." Elizabeth stood in stunned silence as Wickham sat on the edge of his desk, never removing his eyes from her. "My creditors will eat me alive for I do not have the funds to compensate them, so I can not stay here". This was Wickham. The real Wickham. The Wickham that was hidden from her for all this time. How could I have trusted him? After I defended him so to Mr Darcy...... my God, how wrong I was! He must think me so stupid.......Foolish, foolish girl!

Elizabeth finally found her voice, even though it was somewhat unstable and the lady was not too sure what she would say.

"What do you take me for, sir?" she asked, her anger slowly rising within her. "Do you really believe I would disgrace my family name to run away with a man I have no feelings for?" I have no feelings for you... "Do you believe me as naďve as Lydia?" Wickham growled as he stood once again.

"I believe you are naďve enough to come here unescorted," My God, he is right. He stared at her coldly, "And I am very sure you informed no one of your visit here. In fact, they will not even miss you, for they are all still dancing away at that stupid ball," He smiled slowly as he saw her eyes betray his words were correct. "So my dear, we seem to be all alone."

Without a second thought, Elizabeth ran to the door but the Wickham was too fast as he jumped from across the room and placed his body in front of the only exit - pushing it to close with his back and turning the key to lock. The lady knew of nothing to do but scream for help as Wickham grabbed her wrist and laughed at her.

"My dear Miss Elizabeth, you seem to forget that we are practically in a brothel! There are dozens of ruffians downstairs and you will not be heard above their shouting, I'm sure." And with this last statement he pulled her towards him and forced his lips upon hers.

Chapter 11

Posted on Monday, 17 September 2001, at 2:18 a.m.

The two gentlemen arrived at their destination in just three days, for their journey was non-stop, they did not experience any traffic and they also travelled throughout the night.

Their first act of business was to find the Forsters.

After asking around for several hours all around Brighton, they finally got a 'catch' from a servant girl, who had informed the gentlemen of the Forsters, and their guests, attending a ball hosted by a Mr and Mrs Gorman. Darcy could not believe his luck! An old friend of his and his new wife were throwing a ball that evening, purely in honour of it being Saturday - and there was no need to for a written invitation, since their close past history! Darcy chuckled as he remembered how his friend celebrated the birth of a neighbour's puppies, just for the excuse to host another party. He had not seen Reginald Gorman in many years and was quite surprised to hear of his marriage, for the young Master Gorman had always declared himself an honourable bachelor till the end of his days. The two gentlemen accompanied the young girl to the charming home of the Gorman's and silently prayed Reginald Gorman would recognise his old university mate.

Darcy tiptoed above the few heads that were blocking his high view and caught the eyes of the host, who stood by the door to the ballroom with an attractive young lady (who he assumed to be the new Mrs Gorman). Gorman's face broke into a huge grin and he left his wife to welcome all the guests temporarily as he hurried through the crowd towards the gentleman in question. The two men shared hearty pats on the back, as Mr Gardiner was merely relieved at their acceptance.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy! Good God man! What have you been doing with yourself these five years?" Darcy smiled as the three men walked back towards the entrance.

"You know me, my dear sir, I am the same tiresome old man," Gorman grinned at his old school chum and himself and Mr Gardiner made their introductions.

"Would you believe me very shallow to hope you will allow us to join your ball without a proper invitation?"

"Darcy, I shall not accept anything but! But I cannot believe you wish to join in the festivities! As I recall, you were never very fond of social gatherings........."

"And as I remember, you were excessively partial to them. I shall try to enjoy it, for you," Darcy and Mr Gardiner smiled as Reginald laughed.

"Dear Lord, Darcy! You have not changed a bit! You always managed to make a party sound like torture. But yes, I insist you suffer for you must stay, and I must introduce you the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld." Darcy chuckled as he realised these were Bingley's very words in his description of Miss Jane Bennet, however Darcy believed the second Miss Bennet would have been a more accurate candidate for such a depiction. The three men approached Mrs Gorman and immediately the four were in lively conversation. Darcy could not believe that a woman could be so compatible for his friend and found himself speaking to her as he would Reginald! But his mind never strayed from Elizabeth and he found himself scanning the entire room for her beautiful face and listened intently for her teasing voice. When he found that he could not contain himself for a further amount of time, he boldly inquired,

"Mrs Gorman, Mr Gardiner was very keen on seeing his niece when he heard of her presence at this ball. Do you know where we may find Miss Bennet?"

"Miss Lydia Bennet, I am convinced, shall be dancing with a strapping young officer, while Miss Elizabeth has requested, and has been granted, a carriage to take her home." Both Mr Gardiner and Mr Darcy applied for the reason why simultaneously. Mrs Gorman smiled as she found the concern the two men were demonstrating to be charming.

"Just a sudden headache, gentlemen! Do not worry yourselves. She went accompanied by our most trusted manservant, Kendrick, so I am in no doubt she is right now, safely resting," Mr Gardiner smiled and decided the best course of action would be if he safeguarded Lydia and Darcy went to inform Elizabeth of Wickham's true character (and to check her health was improving) since he was more familiar with the elder lady then he was with Miss Lydia Bennet. As Darcy made his apologies to the Gormans and stepped out into the night air, he had a terrible feeling that Elizabeth was not at the Forsters' house. The last time he knew of her ill health, she had feigned a headache. Elizabeth was too strong a woman to be so weakened by a mere twinge and Darcy knew it was an excuse. He sighed as he got into the carriage, If you have touched a hair on her head, Wickham, God help me, I shall shoot you without remorse or a second's thought.

Chapter 12

Kendrick looked back up at the dimly glowing window on the top floor of the inn. He had been staring at it for five full minutes and felt incredibly frightened as he watched the shadows seem to be in some sort of violent conflict. He left his post immediately and began to start for the door of the inn. However, before he could, a man from the shadows approached him.

"Pardon me, sir. But I must join my Mistress, I have not an instant to lose!" as Kendrick attempted to leave, the stranger placed his arm strongly on his arm.

"Would your Mistress happen to be a Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" the stranger asked desperately. Kendrick closed his mouth and looked back up at the room - the candle seemed to have been put out, perhaps by the struggle, and the window was pitch black. He impatiently answered,

"Sir, I have been sworn to secrecy. Now please, unhand me I must go." he knew very well he was being impertinent to a very wealthy and most likely, respected young man but Kendrick's only thought went to the safety of Miss Elizabeth. The two men raced into the inn and Kendrick was surprised to see how much the gentleman knew.

"What room is George Wickham residing in?" he asked impatiently. The barkeep raised an eyebrow.

"That gentleman certainly seems to be popular today.....just a while ago a young lady......." Absolutely everyone, including Kendrick and even the fellow himself, was shocked to see Darcy grab the innkeeper's collar and pull him slightly over the bar.

"Which room?!" he demanded forcefully, and the victim quickly answered. Man and servant quickly made their way upstairs to the door and Darcy was again surprised to observe the strength that he was exhibiting when he broke it down with one swift kick. Both himself and Kendrick froze as they witnessed the scene before them and Darcy's eyes stung with immediate tears. Elizabeth Bennet, who lay on the floor, pushed George Wickham from on top her body and hurried to Mr Darcy's open arms. Her clothes were ripped, her hair was dishevelled and her face was bruised and swollen but he had never seen her so beautiful - however it pained him beyond mortal words could express to see her in such a state. He held Lizzie close to him and thanked God he had come in time before that scoundrel could........

Elizabeth sobbed openly into Mr Darcy's chest, her words were slurred and muffled against him but he could hear her words of gratitude. She knew it was inappropriate to hug the gentlemen in the unsuitable fashion she was, but she had never wished for a person to save her as she wished him. Darcy kissed her softly on the forehead, forgetting all propriety.

"Elizabeth, I believed I would never get here on time. You know not how I dreaded walking into this room to find you dead. I-I cannot survive without you..........I will never forgive him for the wrong he has forced upon you......" he stammered and stuttered as he knew not what to say, but allowed his heart to communicate for him. Darcy could feel Elizabeth shake her head as she continued to sob.

"Mr Darcy, could you please just escort me home." Darcy looked up at Wickham, who was still lying on the floor, laughing to himself quietly as he realised he was exposed. Darcy clenched his jaw and hugged Elizabeth closer as he attempted to rein in his furious anger. Do not retrieve the pistol from your pocket. Do not throw him out of the window......

Darcy turned to Kendrick, who was still standing in awe and terror.

"Could you please escort Miss Bennet to the carriage," Darcy said in a forced tone. As he lifted his eyes back to George Wickham, his expression was stone cold. "I have things to discuss with Mr Wickham." Elizabeth held him closer and Darcy knew it was wrong to feel so content having her so near.

"Please, Mr Darcy, don't trouble yourself...." She said quietly, wishing they could put all this business behind them. She never realised how protected she could feel in his strong arms and never wished to part from their warmth. How could I have been so wrong? One has all the goodness the other all the appearance of it... Reluctantly, Darcy dropped his arms to his sides and agonisingly had to extract hers from around his waist. He cupped Elizabeth's face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. How long have I waited to touch her face? To see her smiling at me with such warmth....

"Please, just wait for me in the carriage," he whispered. "I shall be down directly."

Chapter 13

Posted on Wednesday, 19 September 2001, at 4:02 p.m.

Darcy sat in the rear of the carriage and was about to order the driver to go to the home of the Forster's when he heard a hissing sound. Darcy stopped and leaned slightly out the window, his ears in full alert. A dirty child emerged from the shadows and smiled at him somewhat boldly. He produced the noise again.

"Pssssst, Pssssst! Sir, I may have information for you." Darcy was suddenly attentive and looked at the child hard-heartedly.

"What information do you believe I would appreciate, young sir?" The child looked about him before he audaciously stepped forward. Darcy could distinguish the innocence in his face but also an intelligent gleam in his eye as he replied.

"I heard you were looking for a young woman, Sir," he said quietly, leaning towards Darcy as the seated gentleman did the same. "You were talking to an elder gentleman and you mentioned the name Miss Bennet?" Darcy struggled to remain composure and be in command of the muscles in his face.

"Go on," he croaked. The boy shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other and Darcy identified the child was not dishonest.

"Just half an hour before you arrived, sir, a young lady ran into a carriage, crying something awful, sir," Darcy's heart slumped as he mentally pictured Elizabeth in tears.

"H-How are you sure this was Miss Bennet?" Why can I not speak audibly when Elizabeth is mentioned?

"Sir, she had a servant with her, he kept saying, 'Are you alright, Miss Elizabeth. Miss Bennet, are you quite well?' and other similar questions." Darcy exited the carriage and knelt down so his eyes were level with the child's, he spoke warmly.

"I shall give you anything you desire, young sir, if you can direct me to where Miss Bennet went to." The child seemed to sigh with relief.

"I was hoping you'd say that sir," he said somewhat cheekily but his eyes shone with happiness. "I could barely hear her words, because of the crying and all, but her servant said the Blackhorse Inn." Darcy turned to the driver, still kneeling.

"Do you know the way to the Blackhorse Inn, Phillips?" The driver replied he did not and again the child bravely spoke up.

"I know the place, sir, and I should be able to take you there." Darcy thanked him and thanked the Lord for his good fortune in finding this child. As the little one scurried into the carriage he bounced slightly on the cushions with his small body while examining the beauty of the transportation device with wide eyes. As Darcy slipped beside him the boy gave his instructions and Phillips followed them from his Master's repeated command.

"Just up this path, sir." He chirped merrily, gazing out the window in awe.

"Just up this path, Phillips," Darcy repeated, finding the small boy's fascination touching. The little child turned back to Darcy and grinned,

"It's not far now, Sir," he added. Darcy smiled back.

"Thank you, Young Master..."

"David Fisher," he finished. "But ma calls me Davy." Darcy suddenly felt awful. This child's mother must be frantic with worry for him! All I have been thinking of is Elizabeth.... but how can I not? She is always preoccupying my thoughts, as unintentional as it may be.

"I think my ma would hide me something proper if she knew I was so near the inn," the child continued. Darcy suddenly broke from his temporary reverie and stared down at the child.

"Why would you conclude that, Master Fisher?" the child looked back and then looked out the window as they approached the inn.

"Well, it's not safe for a 'young child' is it, sir?" Darcy agreed as they halted outside it. It seems more unsafe for a lone and attractive young woman.

As Darcy exited (requesting Phillips to look after young David) and looked about him cautiously. He was suddenly aware of his attire but realised three days of non-stop travelling had roughened his appearance. His eyes were red and swollen, his hair was unkempt and many days without a shave had caused slight traces of a beard to surface. Before he entered the inn he saw a figure staring up at a window and Darcy approached him, hoping for clues of Elizabeth's whereabouts.

"Excuse me, sir, I was wondering..."

"Pardon me, sir. But I must join my Mistress, I have not an instant to lose!" as the elder gentlemen attempted to leave, the Darcy placed his hand strongly on his arm.

"Would your Mistress happen to be a Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" he asked desperately, remembering that she was being accompanied by a manservant by the name of Kendrick.

"Sir, I have been sworn to secrecy. Now please, unhand me I must go!" the man ran towards the inn doors and pulled them open in an action of fearful exigency. Darcy closely followed, knowing in his heart that this was connected to Elizabeth. Inside the inn dozens of ruffians were drinking, singing and some were even fighting one another. However, these things were unnoticed by both the elder and younger gentlemen as they frantically approached the bar.

"What room is George Wickham residing in?" Darcy asked anxiously, he could not afford to waste another second; for Kendrick's sudden urgency terrified Darcy.

"That gentleman certainly seems to be popular today.....just a while ago a young lady......." Darcy knew not what he was doing when he grabbed the sweaty gentlemen from across the bar.

"Which room?!" he demanded forcefully, hardly recognising his own voice.

"Room three! Up the stairs, first room to your left...." he spluttered as Darcy's grip tightened. His elder companion rushed to the staircase and Darcy followed directly. Please don't let me be too late... why did I not tell her of my dealings with him at Hunsford? My abominable pride! Once Darcy had ascended up the staircase, Kendrick was struggling with the door. His lips quivered as he turned back to face Darcy.

"It is locked."

Again, Darcy was not aware of his actions and found himself kicking down the door with no thought or consideration of its consequence. It is entirely my fault if he has harmed her.

As both men entered the room they coughed from the ghastly smell. The room was pitch black and Kendrick quickly retrieved a candle from the hallway. It at once illuminated the room......

Chapter 14

"Mr Bingley, will you not come in?"

Bingley suddenly hesitated as he looked at Longbourne once again. He's always thought it to be a handsome and friendly looking house, but now thought it terrifying. Mrs Gardiner, who had exited the carriage, looked through the window at Mr Bingley. She could sense his increasing trepidation and smiled to try and ease some of his anxiety.

"Sir, you shall make Jane a very happy woman. But......" Bingley's face fell and he dearly wished to be heading towards Netherfield, ".....this shall never take place if you do not ask the poor girl!" Bingley returned the smile, relaxing somewhat and he daringly opened the door to the carriage. But before the apprehensive young man could place a foot to the ground, a voice screamed which caught the attention of the weary travellers.

"Mr Bingley! Sister Gardiner!" Mrs Bennet had heard the approaching carriage and saw the appearance of her sister-in-law out the window, however her joy increased all the more when she saw Mr Bingley also. Before she exited the house, the good mother sent her daughter Jane to the bedroom with Mrs Hill and every other maid in the house. Hopefully, it shouldn't take too long to get her ready. Oh the agonies a mother must suffer to get her children married....... but who else will do it but myself? After sorting the house in 30 seconds, Mrs Bennet excitedly hurried outside to greet her guests.

Bingley smiled nervously, for Mrs Bennet's easily excitable nature was doing no good for his own nerves!

"Mrs Bennet, I-"

"It is very good to see you, sir!" She cut in suddenly as Mrs Gardiner rolled her eyes slightly but smiled. "It has been so long since we have the pleasure to be in your company, sir! Mr Bennet tried to convince me you got tired of certain acquaintances here, but I am glad to see that is not true!"

"My Dear, Fanny," Mrs Gardiner smiled. "I apologise for not giving you further notice, but may Mr Bingley and I trespass on your kindness by inviting ourselves inside?"

"Of course! I was going to suggest the very thing. But, Sister, you sly thing! You did not mention your coming to Longbourne so early! And to bring Mr Bingley too! Oh, my nerves......I have not prepared a special dinner or anything of the sort..."

"Sister, do not trouble yourself..."

"If I knew your favourite fish, Mr Bingley, I would have ordered it, I assure you sir. And even though you have more professional cooks in your kitchens sir, I have been told many a time that my own are fit for a king. For I grant you..."

"Mrs Bennet, is Miss Bennet in?" Bingley immediately felt like retracting his words when both women silenced and gazed at him, shocked with his forwardness. He smiled embarrassingly at Mrs Bennet, feeling incredibly uncomfortable not having her speak. The lady smiled and quietly answered.

"I believe she is upstairs, sir. Shall we go inside?" she turned towards the door as she motioned towards it with her handkerchief; with an almost triumphant smile, she walked towards it.

As her two guests followed behind her Mrs Gardiner placed a light, reassuring hand on Mr Bingley's arm as he escorted her to the door. She could see what a state he was in and felt him trembling beneath her fingers.

"It shall be fine, sir," she said softly and she continued to reassure him with gentle looks as they reached the empty drawing room. As Mrs Bennet sat down she smiled broadly at Mr Bingley.

"So, what brings you back to the country, sir?" Your daughter, Madam.

"I, erm... well, a shooting trip, yes. A shooting trip." Yes, good thinking, Bingley!

"Oh, where are the rest of the party, sir?" Where are the rest of the party? Oh blast!

"They, um, they will be coming down tomorrow. I came early for I have some business to take care of ...yes." Stop sweating so, man! If you cannot speak to the mother, how shall you behave with the daughter?

"Oh, is it urgent business, sir?" Mrs Bennet pressed on. "Is it of a serious nature, or can you not disclose, sir?"

"No, um, just housekeeping problems at Netherfield. That is all, Madam. Nothing too important." Mrs Bennet seemed to have a sudden revelation and cried out in that high voice of hers.

"Why, you must talk to Jane if you have these problems, sir. She practically runs this entire household, after myself of course. She is such a sweet girl! So capable and willing to help. And she does such a good job at it, sir. She reminds me of so much of myself when I was her age." Mrs Bennet quickly motioned to Sarah the maid, "Would you please tell Miss Bennet I wish to speak to her immediately." Before Mr Bingley could protest, Sarah hurried out the room.

Even Mrs Bennet was surprised to see how quickly her eldest daughter entered the room and Bingley took a deep intake of breath. My God, how will I do this? I do not deserve such an angel. Remember to breathe, Bingley...... Jane blushed slightly as she entered the room, curtsying to their guest. Her eyes often studied the floor, but the occasional bout when she would lift them to meet his made Bingley's heart swell.

"You called for me, Mama?"

"Jane, Mr Bingley requests your help in housekeeping, for your knowledge is extensive and broad." Even Jane knew that this was not completely true but Bingley did not overrule and merely smiled. Jane yet again gazed at him and shyly replied.

"I doubt I can be as helpful as Mama has stated, Sir, but shall be glad to help you in any way I possibly can," the couple stared longingly at one another in a fashion that betrayed their feelings for the other to their happy audience.

"Perhaps, you should show Mr Bingley the garden, Jane, for there you may discuss housekeeping in private," Mrs Bennet said excitedly, she could not bear the obvious proposal Mr Bingley had come to declare to be postponed a second longer. Mrs Gardiner was pleasantly surprised to see neither party object to her sister-in-law's suggestion and watched anxiously out the window as the couple made their way through the gardens around Longbourne.

Chapter 15

Posted on Thursday, 20 September 2001, at 2:09 p.m.

As Kendrick escorted Elizabeth out the door, the lady's eyes did not tear away from Mr Darcy until the door was shut and she could only cast her gaze at that direction in vain. She was as strong a person as there may possibly be, but even she needed assistance reaching the coach, which Kendrick eagerly provided. He could not shake off the culpable feeling he underwent each time he glanced at Miss Elizabeth and cursed himself for allowing her to persuade him to consent to her coming to this awful place. As Kendrick helped her into Mr Darcy's carriage she felt someone stirring about inside its darkness. She gave out a scream and landed into Kendrick's arms as she shuddered with fear. The servant felt tears in his own eyes as he held the shadow of Miss Bennet against him.

Suddenly a small frame leapt out of the carriage cleanly and revealed himself to be a child of age 9. Elizabeth calmed down considerably as she looked down to see a scared little boy staring intently at her. Wiping her tears hurriedly away she tried to laugh, but even the youngster could sense the melancholy in her voice and the haggardness of her appearance.

"I must apologise, Sir. You seemed to have scared me! Pray, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" The boy, as scared as he was with such a open display of emotion, was immediately drawn to this kind lady and recognised her to be the 'Miss Bennet' he had seen prior to this event. He was sorry to observe he had only ever witnessed her in distress and was determined to cheer her up considerably. She smiled back at him as they made their way into the carriage, but her eyes always darted back up to the lit room where she saw the movement of bodies and curiosity overcame her.

Darcy was a rational man. He knew he did not do the unreasonable, regardless of how tempted or swayed he was by undertaking the reverse. However, he was combating with feelings he had not yet experienced before and they made him feel uncomfortable, for he knew not how he would deal with George Wickham while battling with them. Wickham was still lying on the dirt-ridden floor as Darcy circled around his prey dangerously. The former gentleman's drunkenness did not add to the latter's tolerance and Darcy found his patience, and temper, being increasingly tried.

It seemed as if hours had passed at what time, finally, George Wickham broke the icy silence Darcy's cold presence seemed to be emanating.

"Why are you here, Darcy? Keeping an eye on my affairs?" He chuckled, and then wheezed with the effect of the alcohol. Darcy clenched his jaw and thought wisely for a sensible answer.

"Why did you do it, George?" he managed to roughly whisper. "She has no money, no connections and you know her family are of no importance."

"Why do you care, Darcy?" he smirked self-righteously. "You have not answered my question. I dare not flatter myself with the notion that you are merely here on my account. Pray, enlighten me, old friend."

"Why did you choose her?"

"Why not?"

"I know you Wickham. I know that you only chase a woman for either her money or her associations. Elizabeth... she has nothing to offer you." Wickham raised an eyebrow.

"Elizabeth?" His eyes danced with playful deceit. "I think I now understand why you made such an effort. I did not know you had it in you, old man! And with her dislike of you so violent, it's quite ironically amusing!" Darcy cringed as he recalled her refusal at Hunsford. But surely she must have forgiven me after seeing Wickham's true nature...? Wickham carried on, "And, what would Lady Catherine say to such an imprudent match?" Darcy remained silent, for he could not deny his feelings for Elizabeth or his Aunt's very probable disapproval. His solemn reply merely encouraged Wickham to finish. "Besides, she has one thing to offer that only a woman can, Darcy," He smirked. Darcy could no longer stand his disgusting reference to Elizabeth and kicked Wickham powerfully in the stomach, instantly causing the gentleman to keel over even further and Darcy regret. I am as bad as he. Violence solves nothing, Darcy. Keep your head. Elizabeth is safe, and she needs you to behave with a level head. He closed his eyes to regain composure and ensure his breathing was back to normality before he continued softly.

"You will never repeat your attempt to dishonour Miss Bennet to another human soul, do you hear me, George? And if I found you have, I shall find you and will personally deal with you."

"Dishonour?" George wheezed as he held his injured stomach with both his hands. "You never were one to put things bluntly, were you, Fitzwilliam?"

"Do you understand me, sir?" he asked harshly. Wickham sneered and Darcy recalled how close both Elizabeth and his own sister were to romancing with this monster.

"Do not you think you can buy my silence, Darcy?" he asked, still panting from his bruised stomach.

"I shall offer you no payment of the kind," Darcy said sternly. "You have already consumed a great deal from my family and I will grant you no more. Farewell sir, this shall be our last meeting." With this statement, Darcy turned to the door, but his foe had not finished.

"I may accidentally tell Colonel Forster, Denny...what shall happen to poor Miss Elizabeth's reputation if this spreads throughout Brighton and beyond?" Darcy turned back down to Wickham; who was determined not to give up. Darcy returned Wickham's sneer and the latter gentleman suddenly knew he was defeated.

"Who will take your word over mine, Sir? And on the subject of reputations, what will become of your own when you tell the story, Wickham? Luring a young woman into an inn to physically abuse her and attempt to..." Darcy hesitated to compose himself. Every time he thought of it, he temporarily lost his voice. He could see the desperation in Wickham's eyes and this prompted him to continue. "You are finished, Wickham. At this very moment, Mr Gardiner is spreading the word of your dealings with my family, and I shall doubt greatly if you still have a position open in Colonel Forster's, in fact, any regiment. Everyone will know of your true character by the time you have sobered, Sir. You will never be accepted in polite society again." Darcy paused and looked at the empty bottle beside Wickham that had fallen to its side and was leaking liquid. "Do enjoy your bottle of rum." Darcy smiled coldly, bowed and felt uncannily triumphant as he made his way to the carriage and, most importantly, back to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Chapter 16

The couple walked along the shrubbery in silence as the gentleman was enduring an inner conflict on starting a conversation as the lady waited eagerly for him to begin.

"Miss Bennet?" he suddenly inquired, not at all sure how to prolong the rest of the sentence. Jane looked up immediately, for she was keenly anticipating any address Mr Bingley wished to make to her. The two looked at one another for a while before Mr Bingley finally found his voice. "I, erm..." Jane, who was sweet-tempered and kind was for once showing defect in her usually flawless character as she softly, yet impatiently, prompted him.

"Is there anything you wish to discuss with me Mr Bingley...?" Suddenly being aware of her informality, she blushed and quickly added, ".... on the subject of housekeeping?" He turned his body so it was directly in front of her, which caused the lady to once again find terrible interest in her shoes. Bingley sensed her uneasiness and looked about him for any type of aid.

"Miss Bennet, would you be so kind to show me the beauty of that wilderness on the side of your lawn? I see there is a bench where we may sit and talk..." Jane slowly looked back up at the gentleman as he realised it was his turn to quickly add, "...of housekeeping." As they silently walked side by side, without touching, towards the bench many thoughts raced through the minds of each.

Do not ask her yet, Bingley. Wait until we reach the bench.

Dear Lizzie, where are you in my time of need?

That's it man.....one foot in front of the other.

Be strong Jane, we are common and indifferent acquaintances...

Stop forgetting to breathe, man! It's not far now...

So why does my heart beat away like this?

I will not look at her. It shall distract me and I will become a shaking wreck.

What do I know of housekeeping? Surely, Mama would have been a better candidate for teaching such a subject? What if he asks me for help in a matter I do not know...?

Thank God, I thought we should never reach here!

Sit down before you faint, Jane...

While Jane swiftly sat down Mr Bingley remained standing. She looked up at him in slight amusement as he paced about the place, reminding her greatly of someone else she knew. Her eyes followed his agitated movement and she started to feel anxiety herself. Was there something terribly wrong with his housekeeping? He finally stopped and knelt before her; the lady froze as former quietly cleared his throat and looked at her deeply. You can do this, Bingley. There is no time but the present. But what will she say? Will I be able to stand it if she refused me?

"Miss Bennet," he began, in an inhibited tone which still hinted anxiety. "You must know how greatly, I erm, admire you. I find myself thinking of you in a way I have never thought of another human soul and have discovered for some time now that this somewhat uncomfortable but most wonderful feeling is, in fact, the deepest of love." Jane even now did not speak and her face was still and unmoving with absolute shock. Bingley took this as a bad sign and he felt all hope dissolve inside him. He panicked.

My God, she doesn't feel the same. How could I even hope to dream otherwise? I do not deserve such a woman.

Say something, Jane! What had Charlotte advised again? 'Put him in no doubt of your heart'...

"I understand exactly what you mean, Mr Bingley," she said in a strong tone that shocked both parties. "For I have felt the very same for many months now."

My God, she does feel the same.

"And it is a glorious feeling, sir." Jane, is this your own voice you hear? Lizzie's open influence has taken its toll! The two looked at each other with love written openly on both faces before Mr Bingley raised Jane's hand towards his lips.

"Miss Jane Bennet, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Jane sighed happily, and decided not to stare back at her feet ever again as she studied the face she knew she would see for the rest of her life. She could not help but smile.

"I would be honoured, Mr Bingley." He kissed her delicately on the back of her hand and she felt uncommon pleasure from the action.

"Charles." He whispered into her hand as he turned it to kiss her palm, then blushed as he realised his impropriety. He was however pleased to see Miss Bennet did not believe it was so and received his actions with delight. He saw her eyes brighten and well with tears as she smiled back at him.

"Charles," she whispered realising, for once, she was saying his Christian name to him in actual reality, instead of only in her head.

"Mr Bennet, how can you be so tiresome!? Of course Mr Bingley is proposing to Jane!" Mr Bennet moved the netting to one side so he could examine the two faraway figures. He was, in fact, absolutely certain his hysterical wife was indeed correct, yet his wit and playful nature induced him to continue to 'try her poor nerves'. Mrs Gardiner, Mary and Kitty were also looking out windows, trying, in vain, to either lip read or attempt to listen intensely, trying to make out the enigmatic conversation between the young couple. Mr Bennet bit his lip to try and stop his smile.

"And what has brought you to this conclusion, my dear?" he asked, in a disinterested tone.

"Well....." his wife fussed about with her skirts, then looked back out the window. "Look, Mr Bennet! Look! He is kneeling! Now what do you say?" She asked triumphantly. Mr Bennet however did not react to this new evidence in the way his wife wished he would.

"Perhaps he has fainted, Madam," he stated simply. Mrs Bennet shrieked at him, which caused the other three members of the room to suppress chuckles.

"A man of his strength? Do not be silly, Mr Bennet! It would never happen!" Mrs Gardiner smiled as she watched Mr Bennet's sport continue.

"I used to believe that very thought as well, Mrs Bennet, until I saw Sir Malcolm Vista faint with the heat of the day. Do you not remember my dear sister-in-law?" Mrs Gardiner replied she did, which caused Mrs Bennet to moan even more.

"Why must you vex me so, Mr Bennet? You seem to do it knowingly just to distress me."

"Mama!" Kitty suddenly cried, as the elders of the party had completely forgotten about Bingley and Jane. "He is kissing Jane's hand!" Mrs Bennet rushed to the window and gasped, for it was true. She rapidly smirked at her husband.

"Well Mr Bennet? How shall you work your way out of this?" Mr Bennet did not have to think for very long about his response.

"I do not understand your meaning Madam. I am in no way intentionally trying to spite you, my dear. I just speak as I find." Mr Bennet again glanced at the window and witnessed a tender moment between his daughter and the man she loved - he could not help but feel happiness for them both. "In any case Mrs Bennet, I do not see him 'kissing' her, as Kitty so elequently puts it, so I will continue to think as I did before." His wife cried out at him but was too happy with the present situation to continue to groan.

"Oh, Lord! Mr Bennet!" she suddenly screeched. The gentleman closed his eyes as he attempted to absorb her high-pitched words. "They are walking back towards the house!"

As the couple walked back in, Jane quickly seated herself beside her sisters and picked up her sewing. The others in her room tried to compose themselves as Mr Bingley requested to speak to Mr Bennet. As both men went to Mr Bennet's study, the women automatically crowded poor Jane who merely answered their questions with smiles.

As Mr Bennet walked back inside with Bingley, the young man automatically went to Jane's side as the elder gentleman went to his wife. As everyone congratulated the newly engaged couple, Mrs Bennet stood staring with success at her husband. He usually would have ruined her chance to triumph, but he decided that for once, he would let her win a dispute. The elder couple watched Jane and Bingley smile lovingly at one another as Mrs Bennet turned to her husband.

"Well?" she asked, waiting for him to apologise.

"I stand corrected." He whispered back mischievously.

Chapter 17

Posted on Friday, 21 September 2001, at 1:26 p.m.

As Darcy approached his carriage he could hear Master Davy entertaining his audience of three with tall tales of magic and wonder. The gentleman could heed faint laughter emerging from the coach and was terribly relieved to hear Elizabeth's leading the bulk of it. He was predominantly relieved that she had not allowed that scoundrel to destroy her passion and (he dearly hoped) extinguish the fire in her eyes; the two attributes he loved most about her. Even muffled, he could distinctly make out her voice above the others from inside the carriage and felt his heart flutter with excitement and, he was more than convinced, love. Why do I act like an animated schoolboy when I but know of her presence? After all these months, I feel even more for her than I ever had at Hunsford... but, alas, it is all in vain.

Darcy exhaled deeply as he eventually plucked up enough courage to rap on the coach door with the silver head of his cane. Could he bear to see Elizabeth in that heart-wrenching state once again? Though she probably would never return his love, he could not bear to live in a world that intended her discontent or distress.

An occupant of the coach and a barely audible voice, which Darcy immediately recognised to be Elizabeth's, accepted him into the carriage. Whilst he entered the coach, he felt incredible guilt as his eyes automatically scanned Elizabeth's stature. Her curls had become loose with the lack of pins placed in her hair, and were damp and untidily clung about her shoulders. Her pretty face was bruised slightly and a neat slash adorned her right cheek, causing slight traces of blood to glimmer with the moonlight and Darcy agony; yet her skin still adhered to that glow he was so often revelling in whenever he gazed upon and admired her (which he did quite frequently!). Elizabeth's ripped clothes were hidden beneath cloak Kendrick had wrapped about her, which she seemed to unnaturally hug to herself protectively. Darcy's emotions had never so greatly wished for her than at that very moment. He cursed himself for envying the shawl's closeness to her and wished to drape himself over her instead of the reality. The darkness prevented the gentleman from seeing the utter delight that diffused over her face when he first entered the carriage. I do not deserve such kindness from so good a man. After all the pain I must have caused him! And yet, even now, he saved me... was it all only for my sake? How could I have been so blinded by prejudice?

Phillips quickly hastened exit to the front of the car while Dawkins hurried to join him; readying for their departure on their master's further order and providing privacy for the gentleman, shaken young lady and the boy.

"Are you quite well, Miss Bennet?" Darcy whispered warmly, trying to compose his voice into what it was not upstairs and instantly remembered his lack of propriety when embracing her and kissing her forehead. He raised his hand to his mouth, restraining himself from holding her hand in comfort as he saw a tear suddenly fall from her eye.

"I do not....," she stifled a cry and endeavoured to continue in an emotional sob. He could not bear to see her thus and unconsciously found himself biting into his bottom lip until it resulted into numbing. He could contain himself no longer in this fashion and placed his comforting hands lovingly over hers. She welcomed their warmth and persisted to carry on her sentence before her feelings brusquely interrupted once more. "I do not believe I can thank you enough for your timely appearance, Mr Darcy." She managed, dabbing her eyes with the handkerchief he automatically procured out his pocket. She found herself instinctively running her fingertips over the imprint of his embroidered initials on it's fine material as he began to speak.

"I would have moved heaven and earth to get here on time, Miss Bennet," He croaked, barely hearing his own voice, but Elizabeth, who was attentively gathering every syllable that escaped his lips, did and coloured. "However, I did not arrive early enough to stop his harming you...which I blame entirely on myself."

"Sir, you cannot, and I will not allow you to, blame yourself," Elizabeth whispered with emotion, as she struggled to restrain her tears. She again attempted to speak but just his presence caused her to remember her past conduct concerning him, which included her contemptuous and disdainful behaviour. Mr Darcy, who was convinced the tears were the work of George Wickham's imposition upon her (whom he now wished he had promptly thrown out the window) would have suffered further if he understood that it was he who was the chief cause of her grief.

Darcy held Elizabeth's hand tighter and she was glad for it. Both were completely unaware that the child was still in their company and quite amazed by them until he suddenly, but quietly, spoke up.

"Did I upset Miss Bennet with my stories, sir?" Both adults laughed as they tried to console the boy of his feeling of guilt.

"And pray, sir. What stories did you tell?" Darcy asked with humour as he patted Davy on the back. "I feel quite envious that I was inside when you disclosed them to Miss Bennet."

"Just stories of Dragons, sir." He said quite guiltily. Darcy smiled as he recalled how he had tried to scare a young Georgiana with novels of such creatures as his allies. He could understand that some would find them terrifying, but Darcy could almost see Elizabeth battling a dragon and ending victorious with one strike of her fist. But she could not defeat George. As he glanced at Elizabeth once again, Darcy suddenly realised how utterly vulnerable she really was. This woman. This woman who had enough courage to confront a condescending, arrogant and a much too respected young man, who had not only slandered her underprivileged relations but herself, yet speak with her heart with such vigour could still be so harmed.

"And what stories of dragons were these?" Darcy asked, still attempting to ease the anxiety that was written so clearly upon David Fisher's young face.

"Just of the one I've seen, sir."

"You've seen one?" Darcy asked in mock surprise; trying not to make his disbelief too obvious, for the child's naivety touched him.

"Yes, sir," Elizabeth smiled through watery eyes. "Master Davy was entertaining us greatly. I personally felt no fear from your faithful account, my young sir, so do not distress yourself!" she leaned forward towards the child and Darcy's heart leapt as he sensed the playfulness in her body language and in her sparkling eyes as she whispered. "However, I believe you gave poor Phillips the scare of his life!" The child giggled as he tried to imagine the tall, broad and strong Phillips cower with fear. Darcy smiled too, and insisted to join in the fun. Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to see that the proud man before her was indeed not so.

"That was most unkind of you, sir," Darcy said to the child, sighing dramatically. "How shall Phillips drive at night when you have told him of such horrors?"

"He can not be scared of the dark as well!" Davy cried out, which prompted the other two to continue their sport.

"And I have heard snakes too." Elizabeth cheekily added, though Darcy could sense the hint of melancholy in her sweet voice. How could he have thought she had recovered so quickly? If it were not for little David Fisher's spirited nature and enchanting character, Darcy was sure Elizabeth would not have been so lively or as well as she seemed to be at present. From his heart, he thanked the child for saving her in a small yet noteworthy way and wondered if she may possibly ever trust again. Was all this sudden life just a ploy to disguise her true feelings of misery?

"My mama is terrified of snakes!" Davy added in Phillips defence. "Though she is brave enough in everything else..." Davy smiled before he finished, "Including the dark." My God! His Mother! She must be sick with worry for her boy! I am a selfish creature for keeping him so long for my own use...

Darcy automatically suggested that they take David home, to which the youngster in question reluctantly agreed to, for he knew it was a sensible proposal even though he was enjoying the carriage and it's company very well indeed. He had never experienced such luxuries and adventure in the past, and found himself having a wonderful time.

Once Davy was dropped home (to a very anxious mother, as Darcy had predicted) Darcy promised to return the following day, for the child deserved such a great payment, which Darcy did not, in the slightest, resist to award. Elizabeth and Darcy stared at one another without the use of words as the carriage moved down an empty lane, then parked, for the next course of action was not yet decided.

"Miss Bennet, what would you wish we do?" Darcy asked, unsure of the correct plan himself. Elizabeth sighed, for she realised what her foolish actions could do to her family name. I cannot leave this coach. I look so awful and how would I explain my dishevelled appearance?

"I-I honestly do not know, Mr Darcy," she finally answered, her voice shaking somewhat. "How will I ever give explanation for myself looking this way? I am a foolish being. For my own fancy, I have jeopardised my family name... yet, I truly did believe him to be in serious danger..."

"Do not ever blame yourself, Miss Bennet," Darcy suddenly said sternly. "George Wickham is a vicious man who can turn even the most intellectual and brilliant minds against the truth. Many a person has fallen under his spell."

"But what can be done?" Do not cry Lizzie! You're turning into Mama... be strong. Fight back your tears. I can not have him see me this way. "I have ruined it all! What will I do when the Forsters see me? How shall I explain my absence and my bruises?" Darcy squeezed her hands comfortingly, and Lizzie felt empowerment herself from their amazing strength.

"You went for a walk, Miss Bennet, as we all know you enjoy and often execute..." Darcy began. Elizabeth blushed as she realised how much this man knew of her. "You may have got quite adventurous climbing the rocks and peaks of Brighton and slipped... and considering the fact that I was sent to discover you, my finding you would not seem too farfetched." Elizabeth smiled at his attempt.

"Sir, I hardly look like I have merely fallen from a rock." I look as though I have been attacked by a man twice my size. Darcy sighed deeply before he made his suggestion.

"Would you consider going to the home of the Gormans? I have known Reginald for years and he is as good a fellow as ever I met, and as agreeable as Bingley," He suddenly stopped as he recalled the painful incident in which Bingley's name had last been mentioned between them. The lady also seemed to be engrossed in this thought, for she remained very quiet and refused to meet Darcy's eye. He speedily continued. "He would not ask questions and Mrs Gorman seems as agreeable as he, and would surely help fix your appearance..." Elizabeth smiled at him somewhat mischievously.

"Do I look that awful sir?" she asked, her eyes still twinkling, with more amusement than tears at present, which eased the gentleman's nerves. Darcy exhaled deeply as he examined Elizabeth. Dear Lord, she is so beautiful. Elizabeth felt his stare run over wherever he gazed and blushed furiously. She had seen that look on his face many a time, but had always considered it to be scrutiny or disapproval of her merely 'tolerable' appearance, but at this instant, she could not deny the love and was it lust? she suddenly observed. Darcy quickly attempted to compose himself. Fool! How could you stare at her so? Control your feelings...

"You must know how well I believe you look, Miss Bennet," He said quietly as he retreated his hands back to his lap and stared down at them. "However, I must stress we get an apothecary to see you as soon as may be. We should have your cuts seen to..."

"Cuts, sir?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, feeling ill. She had not known of a cut. Darcy suddenly dabbed the handkerchief in Elizabeth's hand onto her cheek (as her own hand even now held it) and as she felt the stinging pain, gave out a short yelp. The gentleman blew at the cut softly and Elizabeth was shocked how she responded from it. Her face was enticing close to his, and under any other circumstance he would have dared to kiss her. Her smell and beautiful features intoxicated him..... but no. He could not. She has been through enough physical harassment for one day. I could not bear for her to believe me as bad as Wickham. And it is not respectable... surely I am not that type of man? All I truly know is that I am a man that repulses her.

With an aching chest, Darcy leaned away from her tantalising scent and tapped the roof of the carriage with the top of his cane.

"To the Gormans' please, Phillips."

Chapter 18

Elizabeth gazed at her reflection and sighed with a heavy heart. Her hair had been pinned up beautifully by Mrs Gorman's own personal bedchamber maid and her cut looked a mere scratch after being tended to by Dr Grayson and some alcohol. Her curls were generously placed over the bruises on the side of her face to conceal them as best as could be done and Elizabeth knew they would soon become more noticeable with the passing days. She dropped her eyes down to the gown Mrs Gorman had generously offered her to wear, after observing the tattered state of the other, and touched the velvety material with gentle care. The fire danced in the corner and Elizabeth found herself sitting in front of its warmth, contemplating the day and her sudden shift of views. Obviously, her opinion of a certain Mr Wickham had been grossly and negatively altered. In but a day she went from love(?) to ultimate hate, and from dislike to... on the matter of that gentleman, she still was not too sure. Mr Darcy was still a complete enigma to her, and she could not for the life of her, work his character out. The gentleman was either hot or cold; for she was certain she had seen admiration for her in his eyes, but he coldly withdrew from her in the carriage. And when he had saved her from Wickham's clutches, he had embraced her so lovingly and kissed her forehead with such affection. What could it all mean? She certainly could not deny he was an extremely attractive man. Recalling their first encounter with one another, she had indeed supposed him very handsome indeed. But, the gentleman had soon after opened his mouth, and Elizabeth had come to the conclusion that some persons should be better seen and not heard. Of late, however, Elizabeth had found herself increasingly wishing to hear Mr Darcy's voice, for it had a deep, thoughtful intelligence about it and his conversation was often quite engaging. But were spoken entertainment and his obvious fine looks his only virtues?

He is indeed a very decent saviour.

But how had he known of her presence at the inn that evening?

After the way I have so condescendingly treated him, I would not have been astounded if he had left me with Wickham. How he must have despised me for my abhorrent behaviour at Hunsford! I wish from my heart that he will forgive my irreverence. But he has boasted himself of his adamant manner and quite fervently; a man like he is could never accept my lowly apology. She shook her head to rid herself of these unpleasant thoughts, for she knew it did no good to dwell on them.

Teasing, teasing man! I shall think of him no more! There was a soft rap on the door and Sarah the maid shyly appeared once Elizabeth gave her approval to enter.

"Miss Bennet, dinner is being served," the young girl said as she curtsied. "Shall I inform the Gormans to continue to wait for you?" Elizabeth forced herself to smile.

"Thank you, Sarah, please tell my hosts I shall be down directly." Look at the trouble you have caused these kind people. How can I go downstairs and face them all? Elizabeth turned back to the mirror as Sarah hurried out. Her now neat appearance, which at present did not resemble the battered woman she was convinced could never be concealed, filled her with confidence. She blew out the candle on the dressing table and made her way to the dining room as the fireplace embers continued to crackle.

Darcy felt extreme relief when Elizabeth finally joined the Gormans for dinner. He was even more pleased by her fresh appearance, which was as lovely as ever. He took note of the new hairstyle and though he sincerely believed Elizabeth would be beautiful with no hair at all, he preferred her simple yet elegant chignon. However, he soon afterwards discovered this was a tactic to hide the many bruises about her face and he tightly clenched both fists under the table. Her scratch, which was so prominent when Darcy had first seen her that night, was hardly noticeable and he thanked Mrs Gorman and her maids silently for all their help - for she looked as good as before. Before that blackguard imposed himself upon her. Every time Darcy thought of it he felt ill. His head spun as he thought of the possibility that he never met David Fisher and he could not make it on time to intervene...

Reginald Gorman and his lady both arose at Elizabeth's arrival and Darcy soon afterwards did so himself. Elizabeth noticed he seemed to be somewhat preoccupied in his own thoughts to recall welcome civilities as promptly as the others. However she could easily forgive him, given that he was staring at her so intensely she need not have thought him to be disregarding her in the slightest.

"Miss Bennet, you do look very well indeed." Reginald complimented. Though he did not add, 'in comparison to before', all members around the table knew his polite statement owned that hidden innuendo. Elizabeth smiled, though Darcy knew, from his intense past study of her once 'tolerable' now beautiful face, that it was forced for it did not reach her exquisite eyes.

Dinner was delicious and quite superb, though Darcy and Elizabeth did not consume much at all, and spent most of their time at the table playing with their food with their cutlery. Reginald tried to rally up the glum spirit of the group by recounting stories of himself and Darcy in their youth at Cambridge, which brought a smile upon the face of other gentleman who was seated directly opposite Elizabeth; a smile she had never seen before for it was indeed rare since Mr Darcy's teeth were seen. She smiled to herself when she remembered a thought she had once shared with her dear friend Charlotte Lucas...

"You know Charlotte, I shall be quite surprised to hear that Mr Darcy has teeth at all! Maybe that is why he stands brooding in the corner silently and does not speak or smile - I am sure he does not wish to scare all the Caroline Bingley's in this world by showing his bare mouth, for who else could tolerate him enough for marriage?" Elizabeth remembered Charlotte finding this theory very amusing, but could prevent laughing enough to not encourage her friend to continue.

"Dear Lizzie, you must remember you can be cordial without showing your teeth. Your hypothesis seems to have a fault."

"But we have not seen him genial or amiable, Charlotte," Lizzie pointed out quite seriously. "I have only ever witnessed his resentful and implacable behaviour - and I may add, not a tooth in sight."

"Lizzie, what have you seen of the gentleman to cause such dislike? You can not base all your negative feelings on merely Wickham's account as a foundation."

"Charlotte! Surely you can see, and have noted, his abominable pride?!" Elizabeth cringed as she recalled her spiteful words.

"Lizzie, he has ten thousand a year, is very handsome, owns a grand estate in Derbyshire, is one of the most respected men in the kingdom and has a noble history. If those are not reasons to be proud, then I can not say what is."

"Noble history, do you call it?" Lizzie snorted, then scolded herself for resembling Lydia. "His contemptuous behaviour to Wickham does not imply 'nobility' to me, Charlotte."

"You know very well I was referring to his grand ancestry, Lizzie," Charlotte said smiling, though her eyes hinted some annoyance. "But you can not judge him entirely on Mr Wickham's report. It reminds us to think very hard before pronouncing ill judgement on any of our fellow man." Lizzie rolled her eyes but giggled.

"Charlotte, I did not imagine that the day would come when you would begin to resemble my dear sensible sister Mary!" The serious nature of the conversation soon melted away with their laughter and they continued to talk of the nonsensical conversation of Mr Collins.

My dear, Charlotte. Do you not remember the days when we used to tease that odious man? And now to think, you are lying beside him...

"Miss Bennet, do you not agree?" Elizabeth immediately shook out of her private reverie and glanced up at Mr Darcy eyes, which gazed at her expectantly and betrayed he had been indeed communicating with her. She sheepishly looked down at her still very full plate and blushed.

"Forgive me, sir. My thoughts were not so pleasantly engaged and I had not the honour of hearing your suggestion. Would you think me abominably rude if I begged you to repeat it?" Is she thinking of Wickham? Has he invaded her thoughts in addition to all he has already accomplished?

"Not at all, Miss Bennet," Darcy replied, struggling to tear his eyes away from hers. "I just recommended that we return to the home of the Forsters and your Uncle Gardiner, as well. I am sure he has received my message but I am convinced he would prefer to see you than hear of your presence."

"Mr Darcy, have you..." she inhaled deeply, for she knew the Gormans knew all of the particulars, "...have you told my uncle of the events surrounding this evening, Sir?" The uncomfortable silence was quickly filled by Darcy's voice and she was relieved to hear it as the awkwardness increased with each passing second.

"I have not, Miss Bennet," he said in a strong voice but his composure was exposed once he had dropped his eyes down to his own full plate. "I believe that is your prerogative. I will not mention a thing if you do not wish me to. You can be assured of my secrecy." He lifted his eyes back up to Elizabeth's and was pleasingly surprised to see a look of trust and warmth in her face as she returned his gaze. She nodded at his idea but found she could not avert her eyes from his person.

Reginald Gorman, his wife and their servant Kendrick stood at the gate as they waved their temporary guests adieu for the night and watched the carriage vanish into the distance.

Reginald had known Darcy for so long and knew the gentleman as well as any. He always remembered being the one who would be popular with the ladies whilst Darcy would stand uncomfortably in the corner, drinking down the port. He was lively enough with others of his sex but it seemed he had difficulty conversing with females. However, he'd found Darcy's behaviour with Miss Bennet touching and very suspicious. She was indeed an attractive young lady but Reginald had seen many a more beautiful woman literally throw herself at Darcy's feet and he would merely step over them. His entire conduct with Miss Elizabeth convinced both Reginald and his wife that they would be giving their congratulations to this young and very perfect couple very soon indeed.

Chapter 19

Posted on Saturday, 22 September 2001, at 10:02 a.m.

"Lizzie, I am pleased to see you so well," Mr Gardiner spoke dotingly as he held his young niece in relief, the latter greatly appreciating his comforting embrace. She knew she could not ever disclose her transactions with George Wickham to her dear uncle, for she could not bear to have him see her in a disagreeable light since she esteemed himself and her aunt higher than any other being, save her beloved father. Why do I feel dishonest for not also declaring Mr Darcy in this context? But why should I feel guilt? Is it written that my saviour must be regarded as high as my dearest relations? I have only been acquainted with Mr Darcy for a short time, and for most of it I have thought him abominably ill mannered, for it has only been recently that I have held him in any admiration. Yet he has made such an impression... Elizabeth held her uncle tighter as she battled her conflicting thoughts, almost longing he would shield her from them.

"I am pleased you find me well, uncle," she said, concealing her frustration with a mask of a smile as she broke the calming embrace. Mr Gardiner smiled at her fondly. Though he discerned it was improper to opt favourites, he could not rebuff Elizabeth was undoubtedly his. Ever since her youth, she had earned his respect and love from her vivacity and passion for life. Also, her intelligence and wit had esteemed her above her sisters in Mr Gardiner's eyes and he deeply comprehended his brother-in-law's fondness for the child, as he felt it keenly himself.

"I hope you now comprehend, Elizabeth, that rock climbing is not the finest hobby for a young lady to partake of." He suddenly laughed. "Dear Lord, I sound like my dear sister. I shall save my breath for more important matters then scolding, for I do it terribly ill and I may frighten myself more with my likeness with Fanny."

"It is also a subject where only negative thoughts are uttered, and I would dearly wish not to hear Mama's retortions in your kind voice, uncle." He touched her cheek and she moved from his touch, for he had pressed a wound. He immediately spotted its alien mark upon her ivory complexion (which was even more so due to the day's repucussions) and pushed aside the locks of hair that were concealing it.

"Dear Lizzie!" the gentleman exclaimed in concern. "Your face is bruised terribly on both sides! Pray, how on earth did you fall to create such an effect?" Elizabeth cursed herself for knowing not what to say.He has found me out, and I cannot lie to him. What will he think of me when I disclose the details...?

"Uncle, I..."

"Miss Bennet fell from one rock onto another, Sir." a voice suddenly interupted, to Elizabeth's grand relief. Mr Gardiner looked at Mr Darcy quizzically.

"Mr Darcy, are you implying my niece had the misfortune and bad luck to fall to one rock, stand, then fall again to another on her other side?"

"That is indeed what I am disclosing, Sir. Yes."

"If you would pardon my incredulity in your narrative, Mr Darcy, but this does not sound credible."

"I comprehend your scepticism completely, Sir, for I also would doubt it's reliability if it were not for my seeing the event from afar." Elizabeth held her breath for Mr Gardiner's response. She would not have ever thought Mr Darcy a convincing swindler, but she had seen it with her own eyes and was very sure at believing him herself! Mr Gardiner did not turn back to the gentleman, but to his niece. His eyes softened once on her, yet twinkled with amusement.

"Elizabeth, I believe you to be the clumsiest person of my acquaintance." Elizabeth smiled back as she finally exhaled. She dared not glance at Mr Darcy, for she knew he would be focusing towards herself. However, she wished to tell him how much she wanted to thank him and how greatly appreciated his white lie was; however this act would include conversing and looking at the gentleman and she could not in a composed state. Instead she focused further on her Uncle and smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle Gardiner. I believe I have never previously come first in anything before."

"I very much doubt that, niece. Come, Mr Darcy, would not you not have to dispute to such a statement?" Uncle, are you aware of Mr Darcy's previous feelings for me? Are you up to something?

"I would have to, Sir."

"Mr Darcy is too kind." she replied with, this time, not a trace of sarcasm or amusement in her tone.

"I only speak as I find Miss Bennet."

"As do I, Sir and I do not see myself as... let us say accomplished as you and my dear Uncle believe, for I have many faults that will soon drive away any inclination that I have the correct attributes for such a compliment."

"You are too severe upon yourself, Lizzie." her uncle replied with sport as he escorted her to a seat. "If you are not deemed accomplished, I do not know who is worthy of such an honour."

"I have never accomplished anything that I find pride in, sir," she replied quietly, for the conversation was beginning to take heart to Elizabeth and her uncle's persistence unnerved her. "I have not given anything back to the world that has offered me such splendour. I have not preformed a miracle and I have not saved a life."

You have saved mine. Instead of replying thus, the gentleman decided against it.

"Miss Bennet, accomplishment does not establish the lady in question as a martyr or saint, merely very capable in many aspects." Elizabeth smiled weakly as she recalled the many heated debates with Mr Darcy she had been involved in, and how she used to tire of them... she could not see at present why her she ever thought that way.

"I suppose my explanation differs from yours sir, for the word 'accomplished' applies, to myself, as a person who has preformed a worthwhile task that many a person cannot."

"Many consider and imply those tasks to be speaking French and German."

"I cannot speak either, so I am neither accomplished in your world, or my own."

"Miss Bennet, you read..."

"For amusement."

"You play..."

"Very ill indeed."

"You make sport." She finally allowed her guard to be set down and laughed.

"Aye, that is true but that does not label me accomplished."

"It does in the eyes of all that know you." She could not help but stare at the gentleman with this bold remark. Mr Gardiner smiled subtely to himself as he examined the look that passed between the two youngest of the small party. He did not wish to interrupt the look of affection both openly exhibited towards the other but he had to insist Elizabeth rest her aching body from her ordeal (which he was still sure was due to her inability to rock climb). She sighed. Though she dearly wished to stay and converse with Mr Darcy her practical side knew she would not be healthy enough to see the gentleman the following day if she did not have a break. As Elizabeth excused herself upstairs and bid her adieus Darcy wished to ask her to stay but five more minutes, but he knew that would be improper. Instead, the gentleman watched her intensely as she made her exit, savouring his last moments in her company that day. Just before she walked out the door she stopped. Darcy attempted to stand, considering that she might need assistance but her turning to face him halted his gesture. From across the room, Elizabeth Bennet smiled at only him, and due to the noise Lydia and Mrs Forster were emanating, whispered the words 'Goodbye' clearly then slowly turned on her heel and disappeared into the hallway.

Chapter 20

Darcy's Night>

He could not believe it. He just could not. He replayed the short scene over and over in his mind until his head ached, but a throb could not impede him from reliving it again. Elizabeth had looked solely upon him and whispered him goodbye. Not her uncle, or her sister... but him. Could it mean she had grown to like him? But, as she had herself said, how could anything induce her to accept the man who had separated her sister from her own beloved? But I have indeed studied from my many mistakes, and I now understand the affection they feel for one another. I have not only given Bingley my blessing but I ordered him to ask for Miss Bennet's hand. Even now, I am convinced they are engaged. Darcy smiled as he imagined Bingley asking for Jane's hand and even chuckled as he imagined Mrs Bennet's excitement. Darcy was sure Bingley would not really need to ask for her blessing, however he was not so confident in the very same situation with her daughter Elizabeth, with he being her future son-in-law. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply. He knew he should not torture himself at the idea of marrying Elizabeth, but the notion entered into his head thousands of times a day and he could not help prevent it. Some mornings, he would wake up and almost believe he was on his honeymoon, for his dreams were so vivid. He bit the inside of his mouth as he recalled how he had suffered every time when he discovered it to be a falsehood.

He rolled to his side as he sunk his head deeper into his pillow.

However, it seemed to excite him more to know she was but a few doors from his and he again wished to thank Mr and Mrs Forster for allowing him to stay that night. After her departure, Darcy had felt incredibly out of place in the party. Lydia and Mrs Forster were usually in the corner, giggling over some subject hysterically funny whilst the latter lady's husband played cards with the few officers present that evening. One of those Officers was Officer Denny, who Darcy had observed could not stare himself or Elizabeth in the eye. Darcy pondered how much the gentleman knew of Wickham's plans, for Elizabeth had disclosed to him that it was Mr Denny who had given her the letter. Darcy did not wish to dwell on the situation, or the gentleman, any further, so he continued his conversation with Mr Gardiner. If it was not for Mr Gardiner, he was not sure he could have endured to stay. As boisterous and loud Lydia Bennet and her companion were he could now easily overlook their folly, however it was being in the company of friends of Wickham that incensed him. He could sense their eyes upon him and he could almost heed their angry words against his character... for he was convinced he had heard the word 'proud' on eight separate occasions from that table. Mr Gardiner could also perceive Darcy was ill at ease and attempted to string him into light-hearted conversation to ease some of his anxiety. Darcy could not deny that the more time he spent with Mr Gardiner, the more he was liking the gentleman and he could easily notice how the two eldest Bennet's had benefited from spending so much of their childhood around him and his sensible wife. But he was quite certain Elizabeth strong nature would never have ever influenced her to behave in the fashion of her youngest sisters whatever the situation... a trait in her that he deeply respected and loved.

If you keep thinking of her you will never get to sleep and it will seem like an eternity until tomorrow does come He rolled back to his first position and suddenly smiled to himself. Look at yourself, Darcy. Who would have thought you would be in such a state over a woman? And to think, you never did consider yourself a romantic. He attempted to drift into sleep, which he eventually did after several more tries. That night he did not succumb to any dreams, for he knew he would be in touching distance with the genuine article tomorrow morning.

Elizabeth's Night

Elizabeth stared upon the ceiling, for sleep refused to come and drift her away from her views. In her practical mind, she refused to believe Mr Darcy was on her thoughts but her heart knew there was indeed nobody but him to think of at that particular moment. What a puzzle the man was! He had come to her aid many a time in the last few hours... yet she could not comprehend his reasons. Surely he would, as would any man, despise her for her words at Hunsford, for the way she had spoken and what she had said. Elizabeth was sure that he would disapprove of her, for he was so full of pride and confidence that being rejected and insulted by a mere country girl was bound to anger him. But since their first meeting since Hunsford, he had been nothing but attentive... and comfortingly affectionate. But he had hurt Jane. How could she ever think of him that way when he had caused such pain to her dear sister? I am a terrible being! Even knowing about his business with Bingley I wish him to be near...

She rolled over to her side and sunk her head deeper into the comfort of her pillow.

She felt utter guilt for having feelings for such a man, for now she knew it did no good to deny them and their strength. However as much she attempted to recall his past dealings with her at Hertfordshire she could not and found herself merely noting his fine appearance than his behaviour.

If I had only ventured to Derbyshire with my Aunt and Uncle... perhaps meeting Mr Darcy in his own territory would allow me to perceive the gentleman in his most open and true countenance. And this whole affair with Wickham would never have taken place... Elizabeth stopped and remembered the night at the inn. She wished to forget the entire business and squeezed her eyes tightly... but in vain. Even in her own bed she felt unsafe and could almost smell the room again. She hugged at her pillow as a means of protection and never wished for Mr Darcy as she had just then. Do not be silly, Lizzie. Mr Darcy is but a few doors away... if anything did happen which is not likely, he would hear. And he would come to my rescue... She suddenly cursed herself for being so weak. She was Elizabeth Bennet, who could not be frightened easily and could look after her own well being. However she had realised that this whole escapade with Wickham had lessened her confidence and had left her more vulnerable. She could not count how many occasions she had thanked Mr Darcy in his presence, and especially how many times in her own head. If he had not arrived... If he were but one minute too slow..

However, there was some novelty in her saviour being that particular gentleman, even though at the time she did not know his regard for her and she did not feel anything for him. She could not place her finger on why she felt so, but she believed it to be for the reason that she knew he loved her and cared for her. Well, he did once. Don't think about it. He will never marry you... who would bring such a girl into their family... especially a family like his? Maybe society may not know but every time he looks upon me he will. She felt a tear fall to her cheek and wiped it immediately. She slid her head under her pillow and wept silently until sleep and exhaustion both came at once.

Chapter 21

Posted on Sunday, 23 September 2001, at 10:41 a.m.

"Lizzie!"

Elizabeth moaned as she rolled to her side. "Lydia, please, not now..." she murmured into her cushion. Why did her youngest sister always choose the worst moments to wish to speak to her?

"Lizzie! You lazy thing! Do you not know what time it is? We shall be heading to Longbourne very soon indeed!" Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She observed Lydia closely, who was fully dressed and was looking towards her with slight annoyance.

"Why did you not wake me before? I am not yet dressed!" Elizabeth stressed as she pulled back her covers and ran to her trunk in despair. Lydia rolled her eyes and dramatically fell to the bed.

"Why is no one punctual today? First Mr Darcy, now you. I wish to go home as soon as may be and show Kitty my new ..."

"Mr Darcy?" Elizabeth inquired in a feign disinterested tone as she pretended to admire the embroidery of one of her finer gowns. "What can he possibly have to be belated by?" Lydia fell back onto the unmade bed and lay there for a session.

"Oh, Lord! I do not know. He made some excuse about not being able to sleep well." She suddenly bolted back up and looked at her sister gleefully. "Do you not think Kitty will be incredibly envious of my new bonnet and parasol from Mrs Forster? I dare say, I have bought her a locket which I am sure will be enough for her, for I cannot have her thinking ill of me...do you think she will think ill of me, Lizzie?" Elizabeth did not listen as her sister continued to rant about material possessions and ultimately mundane subjects. Did he stay up thinking of me as I did him? Lord! Stop it, Lizzie! You must or you shall never free him from your mind. Elizabeth sighed as she pulled out her dress, for Lydia's stories were getting taller and longer.

"Lydia, could you please leave me to change?" Her sister made a groaning noise but soon got over the tragedy reasonably well and scampered excitedly out the door. She did love Lydia, but sometimes her youngest sibling was a bit too high strung for her own good... and was even more tiresome in the mornings!

Elizabeth had sat at her dresser for not less then five seconds when there was a rap on the door. She dropped her brush from her hand and hastily opened the door.

"Lydia, will you not leave me in..." The lady stopped as the image of Lydia outside the door metamorphosed into the true form of Mr Darcy. She had forgotten her appearance with one look at the gentleman, but immediately came to recollect her nightclothes as a blush came over his face and he tore his gaze away from her figure and down to the floor.

"Miss Bennet, I apologise for intruding upon your privacy." He replied hurriedly. He looked back upon her but quickly continued by examining his feet once again. Elizabeth pulled the shawl closer around herself and felt her cheeks burn as she attempted to speak.

"N-No Sir, it is I-I that must apologise for my inexcusable tardiness. I will not be long."

"Erm.... pray, take as much time as you need." Darcy nodded then coughed lightly; yet refused to meet her flustered and unsteady gaze. Elizabeth sensed his uneasiness, which was quite contagious.

"You are very kind, Mr Darcy, but I could never intentionally inconvenience anyone." Especially you. Darcy finally raised his eyes and for a brief moment neither party spoke as their gazes locked. He smiled at her warmly as he replied.

"I know you could not, Miss Bennet." Once again, they both fell into silence and Elizabeth struggled to look away. With the realisation that the gentleman would not be next to speak, she made a sudden bold inquiry but could only do so in a shy voice.

"Are you accompanying us back to Longbourne, Sir?" Darcy felt his heart warm at the look of expectancy and slight excitement in her eyes. Would you wish it, dear Elizabeth?

"How could I avoid it, Miss Elizabeth, when such festivities are to be had?"

"Festivities, Sir?" It was now Darcy's turn to question in confusion, for he was sure Elizabeth would know.

"Miss Jane has not told you of the news?" What news is this? It must be good, for Mr Darcy is smiling and he rarely ever smiles. He should practice the expression more often for it becomes him so very well indeed... Elizabeth pulled herself from her thoughts and blushed slightly at their nature. This is about dear Jane. So why do I turn it to Mr Darcy's fine appearance? Quick Lizzie, inquire...

"If you do not tell me quite soon, Sir, I shall have to find my sister out!" she said smiling, though Darcy could see she was somewhat distracted. The gentleman smiled and handed her the letter he had held behind him for the duration of their talk.

"Do not go to the trouble, Miss Bennet, for I am sure this letter will clarify it all. Will you be dressed in fifteen minutes?"

"I shall try it in fourteen, Sir," Elizabeth said, smiling widely though her heart felt sudden melancholy as she came to the heart-wrenching conclusion he could never be hers. "And I shall attempt read my letter in that time." Darcy could not resist but smile back at her laughing eyes.

"Then I shall leave you to it." he said unwillingly. Darcy gave her a short bow, a toothless yet endearing smile and entered the hallway once again.

Once the gentleman was completely out of sight, Elizabeth entered her chambers. The precise moment Elizabeth had composed herself into a relatively appropriate state to easily breathe and calm her excited heart, she opened her letter in both earnest interest and anticipation.

My Dearest Lizzie,

I can hardly write for I am so happy! Please excuse your silly sister's attempt of a letter for her excitement has overpowered her and she finds she cannot do a thing without smiling inanely into space! Promise me you will scold me for ever doubting you again, my dear sister, for you were right all along. He loves me! Mr Bingley loves me and has apparently loved me all this time... as you yourself had estimated, Lizzie. Mama is beside herself with delight and I have not seen Papa smile so widely since your departure! Even our dear Kitty and Mary and pleased and the only blessing I find I now cannot do without is yours. Caroline and Louisa have been very kind and have wished both Charles and myself every joy and happiness in the future. But, dear Lizzie, do not believe I am as ignorant as I once was for I now know their true nature... but I cannot cause grief between by beloved and his sisters so I will try my best to attempt to be more than just civil towards them. They are my family now.

The only request I have now to make is for you to return to Longbourne as soon as you can! How shall I survive these few months until my wedding without my maid of honour beside me? I apologise for appearing so selfish, Lizzie, but I find that I have only you to confide in and shall burst if I do not relate my joy out loud. I also have another reason for my impatience to see you once again, for I cannot withstand Mama's constant nagging and proposals of wedding arrangements without you to hold my hand and to tell Mama (quite firmly!) that there are some matters I might attempt myself. I know it is terrible of me to talk of our mother this way and I do understand her distress is only for her love for us all but sometimes I find her (just slightly) a bit demanding! I must away Lizzie, for Mary, Kitty and Lydia must be found bridesmaid dresses and Mama will only allow us to wear cloths of Meryton. Lord, provide me with strength and, my dear sister, wish me luck!

Please come as soon as you can.

Your loving sister... Jane

Elizabeth revised the letter so many countless times that the lady could recite the particulars and sentences by heart. Her dear sister was to be married to the only man she could ever love! Could there be happier news? Elizabeth sighed happily as she fell to her bed and read the communication once again.

So, this was the 'festivity' Mr Darcy was referring to so enigmatically... but why should he be so well pleased? Was he not the very gentleman who had separated the now reunited couple in the very beginning? Mr Bingley would not ever engage in such a rash and life-changing decision without informing Mr Darcy and asking his blessing. But why would Mr Darcy declare it unless...? My God! He has changed! Or maybe I perhaps was not observing his true self. His true good-hearted, well spirited, kind, courageous... Lizzie! Stop it! Elizabeth snapped out of her reverie and once again pushed aside her provoking thoughts whilst glanced at the intricate clock on the mantle. She had only 5 minutes to change and style her hair - it was absolutely impossible! If it were not for her promise to Mr Darcy to arrive down the stairs in that time, she would not have hurried so and only as she applied rouge to her face did the lady recall her 'battle scars'. Elizabeth bit her lower lip firmly as she traced her finger across her bruises, causing tears to come her eyes. Not only did they water because of her physical pain but the wounds mentally reminded the lady that she would never have her sister's good fortune and marry for love.

Chapter 22

Elizabeth studied Mr Darcy as he slept opposite herself and stirred occasionally, either due to the moving coach or some disturbance in his slumber. Mr Gardiner gazed upon his niece's almost adoring gaze with some significance and continued to do so even when Elizabeth had noted his bemused expression and turned her reddened face promptly out the cooling window. Mr Gardiner inclined back upon the upholstered cushion as he pondered the unfathomable feelings of Elizabeth. He was more than too sure that a certain sleeping gentleman beside him was violently in love with her but the only feeling Elizabeth had ever truly expressed regarding Mr Darcy was censure. However, Mr Gardiner had not observed a look of that sort often and with such intensity... and it certainly did not imply disdain. What it did imply puzzled Mr Gardiner even further... could his Lizzie be in love? Would she become the Mistress of Pemberley... the dear wish himself and his wife had hoped for when they first sensed Mr Darcy's predilection? Despite the tacit decree that simply women were taken to love and ardour, Mr Gardiner was himself a born romantic; an asset he possessed which gave his wife reason to both tease him and love him even further. However he wished it, he was not the type to meddle into the lives of others and he was convinced his sensible nature would forbid him to match make... would it not? Mr Gardiner sighed slightly as Lydia's excitable chatter turned towards his self, for her sister was not willing to contribute and was fairly preoccupied in other more productive matters... which included staring longingly out the window and keeping her gaze engaged on other objects than the one of affection directly in her opposite. He smiled slightly as Lydia, who seemed completely oblivious to the feelings of her sister and the gentleman, continued her prattle.

"Uncle, it is quite a tragedy that you did not arrive sooner, for there were such parties and balls! I must admit, they quite fagged me out."

"I am glad you had a pleasant time, Lydia," Mr Gardiner laughed for her animation sometimes astonished him!

"O Uncle! To merely call it 'pleasant' is like calling a beauty 'tolerable'. I had such a wonderful visit! I hope to go back to Brighton every summer!" I am not sure Elizabeth will accompany you any more, my dear. Lydia continued even further and her forever tolerant uncle was beginning to grow impatient as Lydia procured a bonnet and parasol from her bag to show off. "Have you felt such a rich material, Sir? I could scarce believe it when Mrs Forster presented me with it! I shall where it now, so Kitty can see it and wish to borrow it." Mr Gardiner knew the disposition of both his youngest nieces and knew the arguments that would be stemmed due to this immediate action.

"My dear, I think it would be quite unfair of you to show your sister your gifts as soon as you leave the coach. Should you not wait a day or two, or at least after presenting her locket?"

"But Uncle...!" Lydia whined as she cut into her Uncle's sentence. Elizabeth, who decided not to join the conversation prior to the present, sighed as Lydia pronounced her last feeble point.

"Lydia, both your bonnet and parasol will be fine and will not lose any of their grandeur by being belated by a few days." Lydia sulked, but could not deny her sister's words were true. Mr Gardiner smiled at Lizzie with thanks. Suddenly, the gentleman beside him stirred and yawned; hints of his soon waking. His eyes fluttered and he winced as they attempted to adjust to the afternoon sunshine. As soon as focus came, the blurred shapes formed a coherent figure and Elizabeth's came into view. To wake up and for hers to be the first face that I see. Damn those torturous eyes...

"You are finally awake, Sir." Mr Gardiner chuckled as he patted Darcy on the back. Darcy had forgotten Mr Gardiner's presence and joined in the amusement as he struggled to shake off his fatigue. Elizabeth watched the two gentlemen in awe... why did they both suddenly possess a closeness and mutual understanding?

"I apologise for my laziness, Mr Gardiner. How long was I out?"

"Unfortunately, Mr Darcy, I was not keeping count," Mr Gardiner smiled, and then quite boldly turned to his niece. "How long would you say, Lizzie?" Elizabeth found herself quite speechless. Was her uncle suggesting that it was she who was counting the length of the gentleman's state of unconsciousness? It is a perfectly innocent question, Elizabeth. Why are you interpreting it so? Elizabeth had not a clue to what she would say and found her voice trailing off into nothingness with every sentence.

"Erm... I would say about a half an hour, sir... but I confess I also was not paying it's, at present it seems, due attention..." Again Mr Darcy sensed the agitation and distraction in Miss Bennet's address and wondered desperately what it was that lingered upon her mind. He gave a slight frustrated smile, which only caused Elizabeth to withdraw her first warm gaze quite coldly. Why can I not think of him as a common and well... indifferent acquaintance? If you continue this, you will not even be able to meet as friends

Lydia Bennet was the only occupant not to speak, for her fear of Mr Darcy (though not as impressive as her sister Kitty's) prevented any words from escaping her mouth. Elizabeth felt somewhat relieved that Mr Darcy had behaved in such a manner prior to his visit to Brighton for she knew if her sister had courage enough to speak up, she would declare a subject either offensive or ignorant in his presence. However, the elder Miss Bennet came to the deduction that she would more readily have seen the true nature of the gentleman in Derbyshire, and then possibly she might have accepted an offer she promptly and quite callously refused once. It would not be a possibility. I believe I would accept him without a moment's thought.

Mr Darcy sat back as he now watched Elizabeth. Her expression betrayed her inner turmoil and she seemed to be (was it repulsed?) by a certain revelation she had recently made in that mysterious and brilliant mind of hers. He turned to Mr Gardiner, who seemed to watching him with some interest and amusement. As he would with a friend, which Mr Gardiner had slowly become to him, Darcy responded with quite a questioning glance but soon accepted it with a (still quite frustrated!) smile. Instead of inquiring into the glance, Darcy spoke more productively though did not push it from his concentration.

"How long have we till we arrive at Longbourne?" he asked his neighbour.

"Not long, sir," a foreign voice suddenly answered. All eyes turned to Lydia Bennet and to her great delight, Mr Darcy smiled. The gentleman she was in complete awe of was in fact quite human indeed!

"And what brings you to that conclusion, Miss Lydia?" he asked, widening his smile. A man who even sports with Lydia! How could I have been so blind to think so ill of him? Stupid, stupid girl...

"Well, that is the road into Meryton, Sir." Darcy looked to where her finger was gesturing and then back to the lady.

"Well you have lived here all your life, and I have only stayed a few months in succession, so I take your word completely, Miss Lydia." Lydia was almost astonished into silence as Mr Darcy not only spoke with her pleasantly but also bestowed her his trust. She suddenly did believe him quite amiable - perhaps Mama had been wrong regarding him. She had always (quietly) disagreed with her mother that Mr Bingley was the handsomer of the two but now she went far enough to disagree that he was very appealing indeed... However, she did not entertain the hope that he would want her as a wife. Though she would have usually attempted to flirt, his money and looks went against the age difference... and his obvious love for her elder sister. Lydia Bennet may not have been the most astute or sensible young lady but she was not blind enough to see Elizabeth held regard for the gentleman also. And though there were many things she was quite guilty of, she would never take the love of a most beloved sister.

She turned to her window and sighed happily as Longbourne slowly came into view. Clutching her bag tighter she closed her eyes and imagined the shrieks Kitty would produce once seeing the treasures within it... well, in a few days time.

Chapter 23

Posted on Monday, 24 September 2001, at 12:42 p.m.

Mr Gardiner heaved a heavy sigh as Darcy closed his carriage door and the four party members stepped outside.

"Are you sure you will not reconsider your decision not to join us for tea, Sir?" he asked almost pleadingly as he sensed the melancholy in the eyes of both his nieces. The three stood outside the entrance to the house with the grand coach as they attempted to convince the gentleman to stay. Lydia's protests were not as animated as Elizabeth had dreaded, though she had not a clue that they were all purely for her benefit. Darcy smiled faintly as he found their determination endearing and quite touching.

"I thank you, Sir, and yourself included, Miss Lydia but I must away to Netherfield." There was a considerable silence as both Lydia and Mr Gardiner watched Elizabeth expectantly for a reply. Why are they both so keen for me to speak? Darcy shifted his boot into the dirt ridden ground and made vague circular shapes as he awaited some conversation. Elizabeth knew the unspoken task befell her and bit on her lip as she contemplated a topic.Speak from your heart, Lizzie.

"Er... will you not return soon?" Neither the elder Miss Bennet nor Darcy observed the looks of pleasure exchanged between the observing Uncle and niece. Darcy knew, from previous experience, not to hold his hopes too high... but surely he had due cause from this inquiry?

"If that is your wish, Miss Elizabeth."

"It is," she quickly remembered herself and coughed lightly and averted her glistening and frustrated eyes as she added,"...as it is our all." Darcy bowed to his company.

"I shall try; good day to you all." And with that last statement, the gentleman entered his coach. However, he kept both eyes fixed on Elizabeth as it took him further up the path and out of sight.

Elizabeth allowed her gaze to linger down the lane as the carriage disappeared into the dust of the road. As she turned back to the house, she observed both her Uncle and sister had already entered and it seemed they had for quite a while, since commotion was heard from inside. She could hear her mother's voice and found she had, to her own astonishment, missed it.

"Fanny! How could you do such a thing?" Elizabeth heard her Uncle sigh as she opened the door to the sitting room. Her mother embraced her slightly and gave her a light kiss on the cheek but did not discontinue her chatter with her brother.

"O brother, she is doing very well!"

"Who is doing very well?" Elizabeth inquired with some interest. She looked about her for her sister Jane but gave up hope and supposed she to be in the stillroom. She was greeted by her other two sisters and sat down beside them at the table as she provided her mother a questioning glance. Lydia was entertaining Kitty with the pleasures of Brighton, who seemed merely happy to hear as she played with the locket about her neck in contentment and Mary put down her book to converse with her elder sister. Mrs Bennet, in her frenzied state, did not note the present eldest sister's expectant gaze and Elizabeth was finally relieved by her 'most sensible' sibling.

"Mama thought it would be sensible to send Jane, in the rain and on horseback, to Netherfield to visit Mr Bingley," Mary paused before she added. "I believe Mama used this as an aid yet again to get our poor, but not too ill, sister to stay the night."

"Mama!" Elizabeth cried out in loud disapproval. Her mother looked taken aback. What have I done that is so wrong, Miss Lizzie? If I did not do it, Mr Bingley would forget Jane in an instant!

"What is it? Why do you look it me like that? She will be very well taken care of." Elizabeth had foreseen that her mother would not grasp her meaning and for a moment considered what the easiest way of informing her would be.

"Mother, it does not follow propriety for Jane to be alone in a house with Mr Bingley. If there were any ladies..."

"O Lizzie. People do not care about things of that sort nowadays. They are engaged, for Lord's sake!" Mrs Bennet fell to her chair and began to emphatically fan herself once again.

"But they are not married," Elizabeth stressed as her uncle nodded in support. "And to be alone in a house when it is widespread knowledge that they are partial to one another..."

"O Lizzie, why do you put things so?" Mrs Bennet whined as she ceased fanning. She then began fluttering her handkerchief once more and dismissed the argument with a wave of the material. "Well, there is nothing to be done." Elizabeth thought for a time before she repeated her thoughts into the open, not only as how to state them persuasively but to convince herself that they were the right action to take. In the end she believed a simple statement ought to have accomplished her task.

"Mother, I feel I must go to Netherfield," She said in a feign disinterested tone. Maybe it is not sensible to be in the same house with certain gentleman so soon after recent separation... but I must go. And I must see Jane. Elizabeth ignored the view of her heart that she was merely venturing on the trip for Mr Darcy's benefit. I am to see Jane... and surely, he can not have that much of an affect on me?

"Oh, I suppose you must go when you explained the situation, but I am sure it is not necessary! I do not know what to do with her, Edward. The second she returns home she endeavours scurrying off again!" Mrs Bennet gave Elizabeth a minor scowl then continued her retorting. "And I suppose you will refuse to go by carriage." Elizabeth smiled slightly for, resembling her dear father, she did find quite some amusement in vexing her mother.

"Walking is beneficial exercise, Ma'am."

"And how else is our daughter to catch a husband without being in the peak of health, Mrs Bennet?" Mr Bennet inquired as he entered the room.

"Papa." Elizabeth whispered in contentment as her father kissed the top of her head, which only caused his wife to complain further... she never could understand why Mr Bennet liked her so well above their others!

"But Mr Bennet! You must agree!" She continued animatedly as both father and daughter shared looks of enjoyment. Mr Bennet lowered himself slowly into his chair before he gave a sensible reply.

"Well Mrs Bennet, you must enlighten me on the conversation. I had only walked in on the most recent contributions and am not too sure what the devil is going on."

"Elizabeth is far too adventurous for her own good. She has spent but five minutes in the house and now she is off again!" Mr Bennet, it seemed for the first time in his sensible life, appeared to be in favour of his wife's disapproval.

"Yet again, Lizzie?" he asked in quite an earnest voice. I have missed you too, Papa. "Can you not delay this action?"

"I have yet to wish Jane my joy and it would be selfish of you to not allow me to do so, Sir; for you have all preformed the task to your hearts' content. And in her time of need, I know she will wish me to be with her... again." Elizabeth accentuated the last word whilst glaring quite reproachfully at her mother. Mr Bennet sighed, but this soon melted into a smile.

"Well then, off with you my girl. And give Jane our love." Elizabeth beamed, kissed both parents (an action which made Mrs Bennet's anxieties and anger soon dissolve) and stood to leave the room to ready herself. However, her playfulness once again took over and she stated a point to her mother before she quickly left the room and a response could be made.

"And Mama, Mr Bingley will think Jane of a sickly disposition and break the engagement if you prolong sending her away in the rain." Even with her quick escape, Elizabeth could hear her mother's voice screech in disdain behind the closed door and she could not help but laugh as she hurried towards her room.

Chapter 24

Elizabeth smiled slightly as she glanced down at her petticoat. She knew there would be no Miss Caroline Bingley or Mrs Louisa Hurst to look upon her attire in disapproval or abhorrence. She wondered why they did not join Mr Bingley and if it was due to their grand objections to the marriage proposal their brother had made to the 'advantageously' matched Jane. Closing her eyes, the lady allowed the warm sunshine and gentle breeze to play about her flushed face and pursue the lace upon her bonnet. Elizabeth felt wonderful to be back at Hertfordshire and was sincerely relieved neither parent nor her sisters noticed her bruises, which she had to admit were a lot less prominent than she feared. Even with her bonnet securely off, her marks were not much more perceptible and she knew it was a colossal occurrence of luck.

As Netherfield came into view, she felt her heart begin to accelerate, for memory suddenly kicked in that not only would her sister and her fiancé be in that surrounding area, but a gentleman she was now in no doubt that she was in love with. It had been a slow and steady journey for Elizabeth to allow Darcy into her heart, and now she finally and unconsciously had, she did not think he would ever vacate the premises. She did not have many regrets, but one of the few, and the most important, she did have was her refusal and Hunsford... for she knew he would never ask again. But how could I have known of his true character when all he had ever revealed was his arrogance? Wait, Lizzie. It was not arrogance... it was timidity. How could you have overlooked that his unwillingness to mix in society was due to his terribly shy nature? As Elizabeth turned towards the park and pondered these thoughts the very gentleman in question appeared before her. The couple appeared startled and the rosiest blush overtook both their handsome faces.

"Miss Bennet." Darcy managed in his surprise. He was not alone for all the lady could offer in return was,

"Mr Darcy." They stammered for sentences but the observation that neither knew what to say caused both lady and gentleman to smile.

"I believe we have done this before, Mr Darcy." Elizabeth laughed softly, though was still quite embarrassed.

"I believe we have, Miss Bennet," Darcy smiled ironically. There was a silence before Elizabeth returned it and attempted to reply under his tender gaze.

"I believe this is when I ask if you would be so kind as to take me to my sister."

"Then now must be the instance where I reply, 'Of Course'." Elizabeth laughed rather dryly at his remark.

"No Sir, I believe this is the moment you smirk at my appearance and gesture for me to walk ahead." Darcy looked away and she instantly wished to withdraw her words. What a fool I was back then.

"I apologise, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy stammered once again to his feet. "I was stupid being then and knew not of the beauty I saw before me." That sentence was supposed to be noted in my inner monologue! Darcy, you idiot! But to his relief, and the lady's chagrin, she replied with as much ardour even though her sentence was predominantly shorter.

"As was I." They mutually stared at one another in longing once again, though this intensity was unmatched by the others in their past and caused neither to be able to breathe. Before he became conscious of what he was undertaking, Darcy reached out for her free hand and clasped it affectionately as he drew her slightly closer...

"Miss Bennet?!" With Bingley's sudden appearance, the gentleman pulled away in mortification as he remembered his lack of self-control, though Elizabeth wished for him to return ardently as her mind hurtled uncontrollably. Can he still love me? Can he overlook my past history with Wickham and the events that occurred during that fateful Trip to Brighton? I cannot be labelled as too confident to believe he holds some regard for me... could that look and the touch of my hand be classed as merely an innocent motion? As she continued to ask herself countless questions in no rational order, Mr Bingley had approached them both from his running from the house in top speed. He paused as he realised he had disrupted a scene between the two and cursed himself for his impeccably bad timing. It was he who was the biggest player in trying to secure a match between the two after he first sensed his friend's partiality and now felt his guilt as they both pulled away as far as could be and blushed somewhat in discomfiture. Be imperturbable, Charles. Pretend you have not noticed a thing. "My dear 'future' sister." He said in a composed and stable manner as she offered her hand. She smiled at Mr Bingley though he could see her eyes darted to his friend all too often. "Jane will be more than pleased to see you." Elizabeth instantly recalled the joyful occasion as she closely noted Mr Bingley's use of her sister's Christian name and smiled widely due to the feelings it brought in her.

"Mr Bingley, words cannot express how happy I am to hear of your engagement." She said with sincere joy.

"No more of that 'Mr Bingley' I so detest upon the tongues of those I hold with esteem. Please call me Charles, Miss Elizabeth." This is real... he is finally going to be my brother. O my dear Jane!

"Then you must do the same and drop that infernal 'Miss'." Bingley laughed in sport as he not only found her words amusing but realised she was his sister.

"Elizabeth, I will drop any Miss you wish except for a certain Miss Jane." Bingley joked quite seriously. Elizabeth could see the love in his eyes as he even mentioned her sister's name... were her own feelings so evident when she mentioned Mr Darcy? The lady was suddenly so aware of her own presence that she even premeditated her conversation with her new brother.

"That is one Miss that could not be taken even if we all wished it, for she would refuse to go!" she stated truthfully.

"And I would refuse to let her, sister." Do not cry with happiness, Lizzie...! but they are so perfect for one another...

"You will make her a very happy woman, Sir, though I believe you already have." She smiled tearfully, then laughed at Mr Bingley's nervous expression and fidgeting hands before she added. "And now I must suggest that we go inside, for you seem to be quite desolate when not with the lady." Mr Bingley looked down to his sweaty palms and joined her laughter sheepishly.

"You must think me a useless creature, but I have never heard such a true statement in all my life." He suddenly smiled craftily.

"Darcy, could you escort Miss... no, simply Elizabeth inside and show her to Jane? I fear I must away to Jane this instant." With this last cunning request and quite useless excuse to leave, Bingley departed as quickly as he had appeared, leaving both this guests opened mouthed. Elizabeth finally gave in and turned to Darcy, who appeared to be standing as silently as he was when Bingley had joined them and seemed to be eagerly studying the lane beside them. Boldly, she at last spoke.

"Will you not offer your arm, Sir?" Her confidence rose as Darcy smiled broadly back and offered it with no delay. Hand on arm, the couple slowly walked towards the entrance of the grand Netherfield, each greatly aware of the physical contact being made with the other. After a short while they both turned to the other to begin conversation, but this was lost and they merely managed to produce affectionate stares and knowing smiles; non-verbally implying to their partner that words simply were not necessary. This knowing expression upon both their quite lovesick faces continued until they were well within the halls of Netherfield and even after they reluctantly parted outside Jane's temporary room.

Chapter 25

Posted on Tuesday, 25 September 2001, at 2:05 p.m.

Elizabeth chewed on the inside of her mouth as she turned the handle to her sister's door. From the room she could hear her Jane's light coughing and, to her dismay, found herself smiling slightly as she felt a sense of nostalgia. She recalled her last venture into that very room... how differently she thought and how little she knew back then. Though many things have not changed, Lizzie... Miss Bingley's affection for Mr Darcy, for example. She suppressed a smile as she remembered how well curved Mr Darcy's letters were written, in Miss Bingley's opinion, and how quite infatuated that particular lady was with peering over his shoulder with no effect. Elizabeth felt an unfamiliar pang in her stomach... why was she suddenly so jealous? Especially of Caroline Bingley?

On opening the door Elizabeth caught Bingley sitting upon her sister's bed, clasping her hand and staring at her so affectionately she had not the heart to disturb them. Smiling to herself, she closed the door softly, though she was convinced if she did so louder neither lovebird would have noticed. She could always talk to Jane later and she was not sure if her sister would forgive her for intruding upon their privacy, though Jane was the most magnanimous person she knew! Venturing down the stairs, Elizabeth realised she was quite very lost for she had completely forgotten how large a house Netherfield was. She thought of how her Aunt Gardiner had described to her the enormity, beauty and grandeur of Pemberley and wondered to herself what it would be like to live at such an estate. You had your chance, Lizzie. Don't reminisce about the past. Running her fingers down the wooden handrails, Elizabeth stared elatedly at the almost undiscovered parts of Netherfield. The intricate paintings, the ornaments and furnishings were overwhelming with their magnificence and Elizabeth decided that being so very rich was quite appealing indeed. Hearing a noise from the long corridor ahead, Elizabeth presumed Mr Bingley had at length completed with his conference with Jane and she entered one of the eleven vast doorways to find Mr Darcy drinking by the wine decanter. At her entrance the gentleman placed down the glass and both smiled warmly at one another.

"Mr Darcy," she smiled contentedly as she approached him. Daringly, she extended her arm and Darcy eagerly took her hand into his and lightly kissed the back of it softly. It lasted longer than propriety regulations strictly allowed but neither of the party took offence or reminded the other as Darcy looked up at her from his bow. Elizabeth was not the type of lady to be easily diverted or to exaggerate a situation but she could not deny that the wonderful tingling that travelled from her hand, up her arm and around her body made her knees weak. His adoring gaze and dark eyes did not help lessen the lady's breathless disposition and she could do nothing but return it with equal fervour. She had not a clue that her presence was equally distracting the gentleman and he could barely keep his own mind from spinning from just seeing her ivory complexion, sparkling eyes and those corkscrew ebony curls that bounced as she moved.

"Miss Bennet," he murmured as he retreated his lips but remained in his bowed position whilst the lady continued to smile down to him. Darcy blushed somewhat when he realised he was still hunched over and both hastily and shyly recoiled back to his tall frame, which only caused Elizabeth to love him even further. He smiled quite sheepishly as he attempted to start a conversation.

"You... erm, did not spend longer with Miss Jane?" he endeavoured, as neither seemed inclined to sit. Both members felt their fingers itch to touch the others, which merely resulted in them standing a foot apart with hands clenched tightly behind their backs. Elizabeth tried to ignore all these new feelings within her and focused herself mainly on his conversation... and not his lips.

"She seemed more busy with Mr..." Elizabeth stopped as she laughed softly. "I mean, Charles, and I did not wish to interrupt their tęte-ŕ-tęte." Darcy smiled at the dreamy look upon her face as he hazarded to himself what caused it. Instead of asking, he merely stated,

"They are very happy with one another." Elizabeth grinned quite playfully.

"I think it is safe to declare that they are very much in love with one another, Sir." He laughed softly as her eyes danced, which they constantly did when Elizabeth was in a heated discussion.

"I do not doubt it, Miss Elizabeth," he returned. "But being in love does not automatically make one happy. In fact, it usually performs quite the opposite." Elizabeth studied his darkened features as he pronounced this to see the serious melancholy obviously written all over them.

"You make love sound like an awful experience, Sir," she laughed, as she attempted to lighten the conversation.

"It is, Miss Bennet," he said quite gravely. "Love has been known to kill many a sensible person... especially the unrequited kind." He is talking of me. He hates me... The conversation was getting slightly too sombre for the lady but she refused to drop it.

"Y-You speak as though you have experienced it," She stammered somewhat. He lifted his eyes towards her and Elizabeth felt her heart ache as she saw the tears in them. Before she could say she was wrong, that she was a blind fool and how in love with him she now was and how she thought of him every waking and unconscious moment... the door opened. Mr Bingley walked in and wanted to kick himself as he disturbed the couple once again. You are a useless matchmaker, Bingley. How are you ever to unite the pair if you never give them a moment's peace?

"Err... Bingley, how is Miss Jane?" Darcy suddenly inquired as he again stepped away from the lady. Noticing this gesture, Bingley wished Darcy would forget propriety and stop being so God Damn formal all the time! Why could he not just hold her hand... or better still, ask for it? Darcy turned to pour himself a glass of port as Elizabeth stared upon the floor... leaving Bingley to deduce they were as bad as one another!

"She is quite well, but is in dire need of her sister," He smiled warmly at his future sister, who excused herself immediately to go to Jane. With a curtsey to both gentleman (Bingley and Darcy's back) she exited the room and journeyed back up the stairs. Bingley used this opportunity to sigh deeply in the direction of his friend. Darcy did not turn but merely groaned;

"What is it, Bingley?" He poured himself another drink and his friend did well to grasp it from him before he poured it into his mouth.

"You are not to London?" Bingley asked, knowing full well Darcy would swap Utopia to being under a roof with Elizabeth.

"No." he said simply as he dropped to chair. Bingley rolled his blue eyes to the ceiling.

"Why do you not just ask her?"

"Don't you think I've tried, Bingley?" Darcy suddenly cried as he shot out of his seat, alarming his friend. "Don't you think I ask it a hundred times in my head every time I am in her company?"

"Just once out loud will suffice the answer you seek," Bingley sounded suddenly wise as he spoke, but Darcy merely shook his head. He advanced towards the decanter once again but Bingley blocked his way. Exasperatingly, he tried to explain.

"At Hunsford, I loved her half as obsessively as I do now and she destroyed me with her refusal..." He looked up at his friend and smiled dejectedly as he slumped back down to that chair. "I believe she would kill me if she did it again."

Chapter 26

"Lizzie," Jane's face instantly flashed into a warm smile and spoke excitedly as she sat up from her bed. Elizabeth closed the door and joined her sister on the edge of bed and embraced her lovingly. She had wished for her sister cruelly.

"My dear Jane," she whispered into her long blond hair. "How I have missed you." She pulled away to glance at her sister's beautiful face, which betrayed only pure happiness.

"And I you, Lizzie," she sighed contentedly. "I have longed for weeks now to speak to you and now I finally can... in the happiest of circumstances."

"Even ill you look so bright and joyful," Elizabeth laughed then teasingly added. "I do not believe you looked so well last time we were in this very room a few months back, Miss Jane."

"I did not have his love back then, dearest." Jane smiled back shyly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but not in any annoyance for she smiled soon afterwards.

"You had his love upon his first seeing you. Even Lydia could see that!" Both giggled, though Jane in more timidity and shortly afterwards produced a dry cough. Grasping her sister's hand affectionately, Jane attempted to continue.

"Well, on the subject of Lydia... how was Brighton?" The look of expectancy on Jane's face froze Elizabeth's. How can I tell her of Wickham when she is finally so happy? There is no need to upset her...

"It was, err... quite interesting." Jane gave a concerned look.

"Interesting? Lizzie, with Lydia's constant tantrums and Mr Wickham's presence, it could not merely have been 'interesting'?" Elizabeth dropped her eyes down to her sister's hand.

"Mr Wickham is not the man we thought, Jane." The look upon her sister's face unsettled Elizabeth even further and she stood and released her hand.

"Lizzie?" she uttered, for she knew not how to approach such a, it seemed, delicate subject.

"Mr Wickham, he tried to..."

"Yes?"

"He attempted to..." Elizabeth voice trailed off as she slowly stopped. I cannot do this to her so close to her wedding. "...runaway with me."

"Runaway?" Her elder sister repeated incredulously. "He wished to elope?" Elizabeth laughed dryly.

"I do not believe he wished for marriage, if that is what you're implying."

"Dear God!" Jane whispered loudly, in quite some shock and disapproval. "Lizzie, are you quite sure?" The immediate tears that sprung to her sister's eyes convinced Jane she was and she could barely hold back her own as Elizabeth persisted in a shaky tone.

"I was a fool, Jane. I, who pride myself on being a good judge of character, fell for such a monster." Jane pushed back her covers and stood on her weak legs to embrace her sister. Elizabeth was appreciative of the comfort and realised how very much she would miss her sister when she married.

"Lizzie, do not blame yourself. He fooled us all," Jane said in a soothing voice as she sat Lizzie down on the foot of the bed. "Even Papa, who we both believe to be the most astute person of our acquaintance." Elizabeth continued to shake her head as she placed it in her hands, causing Jane to believe there as more to this business than her sister was willing to contribute.

"I got it all so wrong, Jane," she mumbled against her fingers. "Why did I choose the wrong one?" My God, she is in love with Mr Darcy...! I cannot believe Charles was right. Innocently, Jane inquired in a clueless tone,

"Who is the right one, dearest?" Elizabeth looked up at her sister with teary eyes and smiled.

"You never could lie to me, Jane. I think you already seem to know who the gentleman is." Jane nodded that she did and both were silent until there was a sudden knock on the door and Bingley entered as soon as permission was given.

"Elizabeth," he said breathlessly, implying to both he had run at top speed up his stairs and this stirred curiosity. "Forgive the intrusion but we have a guest who is demanding to see you."

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"Lady Catherine, why are you here?" Darcy inquired again as the elder sat firmly down on the sofa in the front room.

"Do not speak to me in that tone, Darcy," she said resolutely, paused and lifted her nose up at her nephew so her angry eyes were directed at him. "What has happened to you? What would your poor mother say if she were alive and witnessed what you were doing to the family?" Darcy had always thought his Aunt particularly rude, but never more so than now. Control your temper, she is one of the few relations I have and I cannot dissipate that relationship because of my irritation.

"I have not the pleasure in understanding you, Aunt Catherine," he said in a cool tone. "What have I performed to gain your, and apparently my mother's, bad opinion?"

"Your engagement, boy," Lady Catherine's voice boomed. "Your shaming the family with that country girl!" Darcy froze.

"M-My engagement?" he stammered as he stood and walked to the window, for he feared his face would give away any sign of his emotion. "To whom?"

"Miss Bennet to see you, Ma'am." Bingley said as he suddenly entered with Elizabeth. Both family members turned to Elizabeth... one with a look of disgust and the other with nothing but love. Elizabeth dared not look at Darcy under Lady Catherine's tenacious gaze but merely bowed and attempted civility.

"Lady Catherine. It is an honour to see you again." Lady Catherine stood, causing all members of the room to hold their breath.

"I am sure it is, Miss Bennet," she said archly. Without looking away from the lady she spoke haughtily.

"Mr Bingley, I was wondering if there was a room where I could speak to Miss Bennet... in private." Bingley fumbled over himself and managed to utter that there was and directed both women there immediately as Darcy merely stared after them in despair.

As soon as the gentleman left the room, Lady Catherine sat and looked up shrewdly upon Elizabeth... who was not at all put off by her Ladyship.

"What can I do for you, Lady Catherine?" she asked in disinterested and casual tone. "I would be far too arrogant to believe this trip is merely to wish my happiness and health."

"You ought to know not to trifle with me, Miss Bennet." Lady Catherine started dangerously. "I believe you know fully well what has prompted me to come all that distance from Rosings to call upon you."

"Well, now I am convinced it is not a social visit," Elizabeth said coolly. "I must say, Lady Catherine, I cannot begin to appreciate why you are calling upon me." Lady Catherine narrowed both eyes before she began.

"A report of an alarming nature reached me, Miss Bennet, concerning your attachment to my nephew Mr Darcy," Lady Catherine did not pause to look upon Elizabeth astonished expression. "I had heard that he travelled from Derbyshire to Brighton to secure your affections... and to ask for your hand in marriage."

"Whom did you hear from that he came to Brighton?" Elizabeth breathed incredulously but Lady Catherine discounted her as she carried on determinably.

"Do not play with me, Miss Bennet, you know I shall not endure it. Answer me yes or no. Are you engaged to my nephew?"

Chapter 27

Posted on Wednesday, 26 September 2001, at 10:45 a.m.

As Elizabeth entered back into the sitting room once again, both her elder sister and her future brother stood immediately upon observing her distressed condition and speedily hastened towards her direction. Elizabeth found her legs were increasingly weak with every passing moment and motioned for the servant, Fosset, to obtain and present her cloak.

"I must go," she croaked as Fosset helped the lady into her newly procured outing cape. Jane looked upon her fiancé with dreadfully worried eyes before she directed them back towards Elizabeth and inquired in a trembling voice;

"Lizzie, what did she say?" The troubled lady looked about her to discover Mr Darcy was not in the room and returned to shaking her head continually. "I must go," Elizabeth repeated as inaudibly as she did chokingly whilst she tied the cloak clasp around her neck. "I promised Mama I would be back before tea." Once done struggling with her cape, the lady curtseyed to exit but could not immediately once examining her still quite sick sister's petrified expression. Gifting Jane with a forlorn smile and a squeeze of the hand Elizabeth attempted to speak, though her voice refused to suspend quivering. "Do not worry, Jane. I am strong. I am. Now, I- I must now go." Wishing one last goodbye to Mr Bingley, the lady left the premises before either could halt her and her exodus was merely accompanied by their feeble attempts to call her back.

Elizabeth quite accelerated into a fast paced run as her walking quickened and the lady felt hot tears suddenly and unexpectedly roll down her cheeks. She was not the type of female who would usually cry for a gratuitous reason, and she usually would not have taken Lady Catherine's pompous and pretentious remarks to heart but in this case... She wiped her moist face with the back of her hand vigorously once outside air was reached and found that her Ladyship's words came hauntingly back to her...

"Do not play with me, Miss Bennet; you know I shall not endure it. Answer me yes or no. Are you engaged to my nephew?" Elizabeth had stopped for a considerable amount of time before she gave her answer, trying both Lady Catherine's patience and temper and her own confusions. She dearly wished to say 'Yes, Lady Catherine, indeed I am' in the loudest possible voice and to say it truthfully, but she found the painful truth had to be known instead of her betraying her quite whimsical imaginings.

"I am not." Elizabeth greatly desired to remove that look of relief that washed over Lady Catherine's sharp features by quickly declaring the statement to be an untruth... but that act would have been a falsehood in itself. Lady Catherine looked quite content and almost pleased as she requested the next application.

"And will you promise me never to enter into such an engagement?"And ruin my minuscule chance of his asking for the one thing I long for most in the world?

"I will make no promise of the kind," Elizabeth said determinably and almost enjoyed doing so for the reaction it brought upon her Ladyship's face was quite entertaining indeed!

"Insolent girl!" Lady Catherine had exploded with energetic anger, but still not fazing the ever-strong Elizabeth. "So, it is your devious plan to woo my nephew! Well, I shall not have it; do you hear me, Miss Bennet? I will not! Mr Darcy is engaged to my daughter, Anne, and will remain so until they are securely wed!" Elizabeth felt her face flush with anger and clenched both fists before she continued.

"Perhaps you should tell Mr Darcy of this course of action, Madam, for I am not sure he is even conscious of its existence."

"My nephew knows of all the particulars!" Lady Catherine carried on in her angry state and stood to prove her point's significance. "But you may have distracted him with your licentious methods and allurements," Lady Catherine quite snorted as she persisted. "I am not surprised with what degrading means you country girls will lower yourselves to secure a rich husband... but you shall not take this one! I forbid it!" Elizabeth could not believe her temper had taken the best of her as she recalled her next infuriated sentence.

"Are you his keeper, Madam? Do you decide his life and what he is to do with it?" Lady Catherine was quite taken aback. In fact, she was very for she could not speak for the shock of Elizabeth's words for a good minute. When that minute passed, she was back to her fuming tone.

"I have never witnessed such rudeness! Such bad breeding! Obstinate, headstrong girl, mark my words! I will never allow a girl of your sort to ever become Mistress of Pemberley. I shall die before I see you take the role of my dear sister. I shall disown that pig-headed nephew of mine if he even considers you as a prospective wife!" Before Elizabeth could quip back Lady Catherine uttered one last soft-worded caution as she managed to finally compose herself into a reasonable state. "I know about all your true dealings with Darcy at Brighton, Miss Bennet," she hissed dangerously. "Even you must agree that you would pollute the Shades of Pemberley and ruin my nephew's name and status within wedlock. No one will solicit his company. He will be shunned in public and will be looked down upon for the rest of his life." She paused as she saw she had finally managed to quieten and discomfort the intractable Miss Elizabeth. Wetting her lips slightly, she performed her grand finale impeccably. "If you truly cared for him, you would not destroy him thus." That was the very moment Elizabeth had realised that they could never be together... and that was the sentence where all her tears originated. However, she held them back in Lady Catherine's presence and her Ladyship carried on. "So, do we have an arrangement, Miss Bennet?" Elizabeth shook her head as Lady Catherine repeated the request again but more forcefully.

"Excuse me," she said as her head reeled and she thought she would quite literally be sick. "I must go." I was not exaggerating... I would ruin him. I would disgrace him, his grand ancestry and the name of Darcy. Can I allow merely my vain happiness to destroy all that he finds important? And with that last and terribly bewildered sentence, Elizabeth had exited the room pursued by Lady Catherine's insulting and thunderous remarks chasing behind her....

Get out of my head! Leave my thoughts! She cried within her mind and resulted in sprinting towards Meryton and finally Longbourne as she tried to outrun her poignant and unpleasant memories and dry her uncontrollable tears.

Chapter 28

Merely ten short minutes after Elizabeth's upsetting departure, Darcy entered back into the room where his friend sprung out of his seat in as much annoyance as a soul like Bingley could procure.

"Where have you been?" he demanded in a desperate tone and Darcy was quite taken aback by the new behaviour of his closest friend. He finally answered in a bewildered tone.

"I have been walking about your park, Bingley," Trying not to go mad by thinking of what Lady Catherine could be saying to my Elizabeth. In a concerned voice, Darcy inquired, "Why? What has happened?" Bingley did not speak immediately and Darcy found his new manners unnerving. He found his heart beating frenziedly as he choked. "Elizabeth? What has happened to Elizabeth?"

"Talk to your Aunt, Darcy." Darcy could not endure Bingley's solemn tone and spoke animatedly,

"Damn it, Bingley! Tell me!"

"She left here in a terrible condition."

"And you let her go?!" Darcy cried out at his quite calm companion.

"I suggest you speak to your aunt if you would like to know the full story," His friend replied, exhaling deeply. "She is the only person but Elizabeth to know." Bingley walked towards the door and turned to Darcy. "If you will excuse me, I must return to Jane. She has been in a state since her sister's distressed departure."

As Darcy opened the door his aunt stood up and spun around to face him. Her features softened once she came to see it was indeed him in her presence.

"I thought you were, Miss Bennet," she spoke sharply. Darcy did not think as he immediately spoke.

"What have you said to her, aunt?" Lady Catherine let out a sharp breath as she prepared for her energetic speech.

"It is her that has offended me, Darcy!" She spat out angrily. "She used such filthy language that I have never heard in all my life!" Darcy shook his head. Nothing his Aunt could say would ever make him think ill of Elizabeth. In fact, not even Georgiana could persuade him against her. The two women I love the most in the world have never met. How I long for Georgiana to learn from Elizabeth's spark and vivacity... Realising he was getting, once again, quite sidetracked, Darcy coughed to shake out of his reverie and began again.

"Aunt, you must have prompted her."

"How dare you, boy!" she boomed, causing her nephew to both cringe and close his eyes. "Just because of your disgusting partiality to the creature does not mean she is so innocent!" She could insult him as much as she wished to, but she could never utter a word against Elizabeth... he would not allow it.

"Lady Catherine, please do not ever speak about her so when in my presence." Her Ladyship narrowed her eyes as she discovered the profundity of his feelings for the gold digging child.

"So, you are under her spell. That vindictive little witch! Mark my words, Darcy, no matter how much she pretends to love you, it is merely your money she is after!" Darcy was about to answer back when he halted himself. Did she utter the words 'she', 'love' and 'you' in the same sentence?

"She said she loved me?" his voice trembled with fear, sudden excitement and new hope. Lady Catherine did not note the optimism in her nephew's eyes as she carried on in a disgusted voice.

"She said she refused to not marry you!" Darcy restrained himself from jumping in the air and punching his fist in the sky. "Watch out for her, my boy, she is a sly one!" He could not keep his mind focused as her Ladyship spoke, which she supposed to be due to his now negative feelings for Elizabeth. Feeling triumphant, Lady Catherine added, "If I were you, I would visit her and let my sentiments be known!" Darcy nodded and pressed his lips together from smiling, even laughing! Tight-lipped, he replied.

"Thank you, Aunt. I shall go directly." He kissed his Aunt's offered hand, turned and sprinted out the door.

"Dearest?" Bingley whispered as he opened his fiancé's door. Jane looked up at her Charles from her moist pillow and he felt his heart break with every tear that fell upon her face. He hurried towards her and embraced her lovingly.

"Oh, Charles," she sobbed into his shoulder as he stroked her hair. "What have we done?"

"Dearest, it is all for the best." He said relaxingly, though he himself doubted his words. Jane shuddered against his chest as she continued her weeping.

"We should never have interfered. Just seeing that look upon Lizzie's face, and knowing I had caused it..."

"If we did not write the letter then nothing would have brought them together." Bingley attempted to convince both Jane and himself. His fiancé merely shook her head against him and he felt exceedingly culpable for thinking up the plan originally.

"But how do we know this?" Jane moved her face so she was staring into his eyes, and he found himself stroking her cheek lovingly as he endeavoured reassurance.

"I have seen them together, Jane. They stare at one another longingly but I know Darcy will never ask for her hand for his fear becomes him." Jane composed herself slightly as Bingley wiped away her tears. She smiled weakly as she accepted the reality.

"Do we know what Lady Catherine said to Lizzie?"

"No, I could not hear through the door," he smiled sheepishly. "But hopefully she mentioned to her our bogus account of the occurrences at Brighton but not in too much depth." Jane, who had never hazarded trickery in all her three and twenty years, could not help but question for her inexperience made her nervous at their being caught.

"It will not ruin Lizzie's reputation if Lady Catherine reveals it in public?" Bingley shook his head and squeezed her hand.

"No. Simply seducing a man to follow you to Brighton is not going to make an impression upon a person." Jane raised a brow softly, as she pondered if her companion thought over what he said.

"But are you certain? I could not bear to be the cause of Lizzie's troubles..." Bingley shook his head once again, but more adamantly in this occasion as he spoke in a strong voice.

"It is all taken care of. I have already forged a letter in my sister's hand pronouncing the story as a complete hoax." Jane smiled lovingly and her eyes shone as she gently whispered.

"Should I be worried that you are so cunning, my dear?" Bingley grinned for Jane finally looked content and was absolutely correct about his sudden perspicacity.

"I'm sure it is a temporary thing. It shall pass as soon as they are both united." Jane nodded with still a hint of a smile upon her beautiful features.

"So the trip with Lydia was actually worthwhile, in a strange way."

"It was." The two were silent for a considerable while before Jane spoke insecurely once again.

"What do you think happened at Brighton, Charles? She refuses to tell me the full story." Bingley shrugged, for he was none the wiser.

"That is between herself and Darcy."

"Do you truly believe this is going to unite them?" Jane asked as soon as he finished. Her hopeful look melted Bingley's heart and he could not help but give her the answer she wished... and he truly desired as well.

"Yes, I do, dearest."

"But I know Lizzie," Jane began worriedly again as she stood and paced a little. Bingley sighed slightly but did not quit smiling as her consternation touched him. "She will not marry Mr Darcy if she believes his reputation will be tainted." He pulled her down beside him as he rested her fears.

"That is why your letter to her is so important. Does Mary still have it?" Jane nodded, and exhaled in some relief.

"Yes, hopefully, she will give it to Lizzie once she returns home." Bingley looked upon the clock on the mantle.

"Then, that should be taking place about now." The sudden knock on the door shocked then intimidated the two conspirators, revealing that they were not the slyest couple in the world! Darcy entered and both were quite shocked to see his excited and restless countenance.

"Bingley, I must away to Longbourne this instant. May I borrow a carriage?"

"No, Darcy," Bingley said solemnly and both Darcy and Jane were shocked at his answer. However, the gentleman soon revealed a suppressed smile. "You cannot borrow a thing unless I am in your company." Darcy was about to protest when Jane's voice also joined the conversation.

"And I," the lady said lightly. "I believe I am suddenly fully recovered enough to leave for home." Very convincing, Bingley thought as he watched his fiancé willingly attempt deceit and could not help but wish to burst with pride. "Just give me a few minutes," She continued as she gave Bingley a knowing smile. "I shall be changed, packed and down without delay."

Chapter 29

Posted on Thursday, 27 September 2001, at 6:07 p.m.

Mary Bennet studied the window without a blink of an eye but an awful amount of nervous fidgeting and a pursing of her thin and quivery lips. In her hand she held the letter Jane had expressly wished her to present to her sister Elizabeth after she returned from her visit; for Jane knew Elizabeth well enough to know she would venture to Netherfield immediately after hearing of her illness. Ever since Jane's going to Netherfield, Mary had wished to view the contents of the letter with such curiosity as was normal for any person put in the same circumstance; even a moderately quite sensible one as Miss Mary Bennet. She felt somewhat privileged and honoured that her sister entrusted her for such a duty... though she was not surprised for the only other alternatives would be Lydia or Kitty. She had never really associated or spoken with any of her sisters for they regulated in keeping in pairs but recently she had spent more time with her eldest, whom she found to be sweet, good-tempered and ever kind. Young Mary had not ever practised what life was like in close company with her sisters and discovered she did not truly know any of them, and for this she was truthfully repentant. Though Mary did at times simulate to know many things she was in no means familiar with and had no real knowledge in, she was not the type of woman who would go back on a promise and she would try with all her ability to perform her task the best she could.

Once Elizabeth was finally in view, Mary felt a feeling she had hardly ever experienced... genuine excitement! Rushing from the room and towards the front door of the house, Mary panted for breath, for she was not a frequenter in strenuous physical sport, as she reached her sister... but suddenly halted. The young Miss Bennet knew not what to say when she observed Elizabeth's usually fine eyes were blood red from crying. Mary was not a proficient in handling this type of situation in her calm and non-expressive history and was not the type to be so swayed by trivialities like emotion. She suddenly berated herself for being so inexperienced in matters of the heart and thought back on the many books she had read for assistance on this subject. However, none from her memory provided any advice or solace for the disturbed and scared girl and she attempted to converse and operate with her own merits and conduct. You can do this, Mary. You have lived in the world and you have knowledge of people... well, perhaps not an understanding as well as others may possess but...(sigh) Be strong. You can do this.

"E-Elizabeth, are you alright?" She found the words could barely surface from her mouth as her first attempt of revealing her true affection was harder than she anticipated. Elizabeth looked disconcerted and distracted, but managed a weak smile.

"Yes, why should I not be?" she expressed in amusement, though Mary could see her sister's act automatically and it was not going to deceive her.

"You do not have to be fearful of showing fragile eyes to me, Lizzie," she whispered softly and Elizabeth's face softened into a true but slight smile.

"Thank you, Mary," She said as she fondly squeezed her younger sibling's hand; much to the latter's happiness. "You do not know how your words comfort me."

"And you do not know the power of your own," Mary smiled back then shyly looked back upon the letter. This sudden feeling of affection was... warm. Did it always feel like this to have the exposed love of one's family?

"Jane directed me explicitly to give you this letter, Lizzie," she said handing the letter, for this was her true assignment and the main matter at hand. Her sister looked flustered and shook her head.

"Err... Mary, you must be mistaken. I have just been in Jane's company..."

"She wished for you to read it now," Mary added with subtle urgency. She smiled a small smile. "I shall leave you to read it."

Elizabeth watched her suddenly mature sister hurry back into the living room and made her own way up the stairs towards the sanctuary she referred to her room. On opening the door, she wished to fall upon her bed and sob to her heart's content but she knew this would do no good but make her appearance worsen and her pillow damp. She had to face the reality; Mr Darcy would never be hers. She would never again feel herself in his arms and never wake up hearing his voice utter her 'Good Morning' every day... she had to get use to the idea. She could cry forever for the pain it had caused inside her but she knew if she started once again, she would not be able or strong enough to stop herself. She had always believed the theory that one only loves once, and she supposed her time had come and would not ever go.

The lady had quite almost forgotten about Jane's letter, which was quite creased and crumpled since she had clenched her fists in her agonising frustration but soon remembered it upon scraping it's sharp points upon her palm. Not drawing blood, it provided itself as a reminder and she hastily broke the seal as she pondered what Jane could possibly be writing of.

My dearest Lizzie,

I know you will never believe the contents of this letter or my actions,

but I suppose you will finally see that your sister is capable of hiding some plans from her only confidant. I am in earnest, dearest; I have been the cause of much of your grief. For this, I know I can never forgive myself... please assure me you can. My actions may seem reckless but Charles and myself saw no other alternative. We both have sensed your partiality for Mr Darcy, though my Charles more than myself (I could scarce believe it! Had you not always hated him?). We both involved ourselves in a little trickery and I confess that I was quite shocked at how much I enjoyed it! I must now lay down all the facts, and I beg you to read it all before making an opinion, my dear Lizzie. We wrote a letter to Lady Catherine as Caroline, informing her how Mr Darcy followed you to Brighton and how 'imprudent' we believed the match to be. We did not mention any of the particulars, Lizzie, for you have not shared them with us... perhaps one day you will when you can forgive our interference. We hope that her Ladyship will come to visit you both; making you both believe that is widespread knowledge that you are partial to one another... and we know neither of you can deny your adoration for the other. In fact, you should be receiving this letter, optimistically, following a conference with Lady Catherine. If our plan worked, then Mr Darcy will soon know of your discussion with her Ladyship and will call upon you very soon indeed. I am writing this from the past, so I have no knowledge if I find you in a happy or quite a reverse state. I pray it is the former.

I must say one last thing, Lizzie, and this is as honest as I can muster. Mr Darcy loves you. He always has and Charles is more than confident that he will marry you in a heartbeat if he knows of your own feelings. All Charles has ever heard from Mr Darcy is his admiration for you, and he informs me if he did not think so highly of you, he would hit his friend to quieten him up! Reputation means nothing and yours is fully intact, be sure of it; Charles and I have the matter in hand. I know how you will go against your own wishes by fulfilling the dreams of the ones you love... and the only fixation he dreams of is you.

Charles sends all the love he can direct away from myself and says that you will understand his not writing a letter.

Affectionately and quite slyly yours,

Jane

Elizabeth was utterly speechless and tried to still her beating heart as she read over the letter again and yet again. Could it all be true? Could Jane be suddenly so sly and cunning? Could Lady Catherine really be the means of reuniting herself and Mr Darcy? Could that gentleman overlook her reputation... the one that Jane and Mr Bingley say they have preserved? And most importantly, could Mr Darcy still love her enough to propose marriage? It cannot be true! This is all a dream! After all these agonising weeks... could I finally have a happy ending?

The sudden knock on the door broke Elizabeth from her spinning thoughts and she found she still had the letter clasped in her hand.

"Come in," she called as lightly as she could in her state but her permission was not requested or obligatory, for Lydia hurried in before Elizabeth had given her approval and bestowed upon her sister the cheekiest of grins.

"Lizzie, you are needed immediately. Guess who is downstairs? Jane, Mr Bingley... and guess who else...? Mr Darcy!"

Chapter 30

Posted on Friday, 28 September 2001, at 4:58 p.m.

Lydia escaped the room as rapidly and stridently as she had entered, leaving her sister Elizabeth to have a short and quite exhausting breathing attack! My God! How can I face him so quickly after I know of his true feelings... and my own? I have not even had time enough to meditate my next conference with him! O Lizzie! Do not make a fool of yourself... Elizabeth placed her palm over her wild heart and closed her eyes as she thought of the only image that would calm and quieten her fears of her conduct with the gentleman... his very face. She recalled a time when she would look away from the haunting memories of his uttering those painful words at Hunsford... however now knew that that very same face was her only solace and comfort to reminisce within. She opened her eyes slowly as her heart gradually began to decelerate and the lady exhaled softly. < surreptitiously are you if as is it yourself... control cannot suddenly You Elizabeth. deep, so within>
With yet a few more attempts of composure, Elizabeth shakily opened her door and ventured down the stairs and towards their main sitting room. When the lady had finally plucked up enough courage to open the door her eyes quite greedily scanned the area. There was no one there but Mrs Bennet and her three younger sisters. Both Lydia Bennet and her elder sister Mary noted Elizabeth's heartbroken expression and looked upon the other with a small smile... it was indeed true love. The two had never had any subject or mutual fondness for a topic that coerced them to be in conversation or company with one other but the matchmaking of Elizabeth and Mr Darcy seemed to bring the two young ladies closer together. Young Lydia had found that Mary could be up for a good joke and Mary and recently discovered that Lydia had matured greatly and spoke with just a little more intelligence than she was known to provide. Neither spoke until Mary decided it was cruel to leave her sister in such a state for any longer.
"Erm, I think you will find Jane, Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy waiting for you outside, Lizzie."
"And I believe a good walk is in order," Lydia quipped in cheekily. Mary suppressed a smile as she looked upon the youngest girl then returned her eyes back to Elizabeth, who was somewhat surprised to see the two foes of the family suddenly... joining forces?
"Thank you." She said rather suspiciously but then thought nothing of it as her excitement and fear at seeing the gentleman strongly took over. As she procured her outing jacket and bonnet, she quickly made her way outside. The lady's anticipation merely allowed her to look ahead of her, thus she did not notice the small party to her side and her sister's sudden inquiry was quite a surprise.
"Lizzie? Are you ready?" Elizabeth turned and could not help but smile at her sister's sweet voice. In her new line of view stood Mr Bingley, Jane on his arm and Mr Darcy to her side. She suddenly felt a new type of confidence and the lady smiled warmly at the gentleman that owned all her affection. Mr Darcy seemed in a trance... which was strangely directed at her own person. Both Jane and Mr Bingley noticed the 'more than affectionate' look they unconsciously provided for the other and knew if they did not speak or break the stares, then they would still be standing in that very spot after dark! Jane coughed lightly as she stared upon her fiancé in amusement. "Are you quite well now, Lizzie?" Elizabeth took several seconds to adjust her 'fine eyes' from the gentleman and looked upon her sister with a quite flustered expression.
"Erm... yes, perfectly so."
"I am glad to hear it, Miss Bennet." Mr Bingley smiled warmly. Jane looked upon the other gentleman as she added.
"As are we all." However, he still seemed incapable of speaking as he could not help but allow his eyes to look over every part of Elizabeth's face.
"Shall we set off to Meryton now?" Bingley asked but had already decided in the matter for he and Jane hurried on ahead up the path. There were many questions Elizabeth should have asked. Why are you all here so soon after our last meeting? Why are you all acting as though nothing has happened? And why are we walking to Meryton all of a sudden? A woman with less affection would have questioned; a woman who felt less love than the lady who was expected to ask all these. Instead, the second pair smiled slightly at one another then followed behind.

As they continued to walk up the path, Elizabeth found herself yearning to converse with Mr Darcy merely to see him gazing upon her. She discovered just how selfish she had become when she became quite conscious that she wished for all his attention to be justly on her. She promptly cursed herself for such fancies, though she knew they could not be helped. She had almost forgotten the days she had thought ill of the gentleman beside her, yet the gentleman could think of nothing but. His sudden confidence didn't prevent him from believing that she thought defectively when her mind was engaged in thought of him; however, his understandable paranoia did not deny him to believe that she did not dislike him as she had in their history with one another. We cannot keep walking without speaking a word! I must try and extinguish this invisible awkwardness... Dear Lord, Lizzie! why are you behaving so? You never thought it difficult to speak and debate with Mr Darcy in the past. Quickly, say something constructive.
"Erm, do you have any news on David Fisher, Mr Darcy?" Darcy was immediately shaken out of his silence as he awaited any word from Miss Bennet, and when this was presented, he attempted to his utmost capacity to grace her with the words she chose to hear.
"Yes, but not happy I am afraid."
"Oh?" She asked in sudden concern for she had come to care for young Master Davy substantially during their short acquaintance. Darcy heaved a heavy sigh as he elaborated.
"His mother recently passed away."
"And what of his father? Is he to care for him now?"
"His mother died a widow and he was an only child." Elizabeth suddenly felt responsible for the child. She had to be of some help.
"Well, what is to become of him?"
"Do not distress yourself, Miss Bennet," Darcy said, finding her even more beautiful as she revealed her affection and care for the child. "He is at present at Pemberley and has become one of my staff, for the time being. I promise to take good care of him." he paused before he boldly and quite shakily added. "Perhaps, some time in the future, you could visit him there?" Elizabeth looked upon him with warmth, but the gentleman was too terrified to catch her eye to take note of it. She replied with trembling ardour and found herself, to her own displeasure, choking up with emotion.
"It would be an honour." They continued to walk as Darcy nodded to her last sentence, though he truly believed it to be an empty remark and merely due to civility. Again, Elizabeth was stumped for conversation and before she really considered her next words, she spoke. "Mr Darcy, why did you come to Brighton?" Oh no! How rudely abominable of me! How could I blurt such an inquiry out loud? I have always pondered it... but to actually implore! Darcy looked at the woman beside him and found himself at a loss for words. I cannot speak the truth... as it was all for you. The gentleman stuttered as he attempted to search for a logical and reasonable falsehood.
"I-I believed that it was through my poor conduct that Wickham's deceit and character were not exposed to the world before that night at the inn, Miss Bennet." I did not tell untruths exactly. There is indeed some honesty in that statement. I could not bear to deceive her. Elizabeth raised her brow, for she was not wholly convinced of this story. However, she did not question his account and Darcy thanked her mutely for it.
"Mr Darcy, you cannot think that you are to blame for all Mr Wickham does. He is his own being and adult and performs as he chooses, perhaps not sagaciously however but that is his own downfall...and not yours." Darcy shook his head adamantly, for he knew he could not make his association with Wickham so light.
"Are there not proceedings you considered yourself responsible for, Miss Bennet? Have you not ever believed that if you had not preformed a certain miniscule task at a certain time, then the awful repercussions of a bigger, partially-connected event would never have surfaced?"
"Are you now studying my character, sir?" she asked smiling.
"I am," he said softly, smiling back at her warmth. "As a delightful young lady once preformed the very same analysis towards myself."
"What did she conclude?" Darcy sighed deeply as he recalled her piercing words at Hunsford.
"She fixed my person as arrogant, conceited, selfish, condescending, disdainful, derisive, irreverent and contemptuous." Elizabeth blushed as she recognised her angry hypothesis of Mr Darcy. How wrong I was.
"T-That is quite a list, sir," Elizabeth stammered, whilst attempting to continue indifferently as they walked on further. "She sounds extremely presumptuous and impertinent."
"She was perfectly correct. I was a selfish being, full of prejudices and pride."
"I do not know about that certain lady, Mr Darcy, but may I be so bold to put forth that I believe she quite foolish in making such a grand error." Darcy stopped walking. Were his ears deceiving him? Was that a compliment?
"How foolish and how grand an error, Miss Bennet?" he managed to croak. Elizabeth looked down at her muddy feet as she softly answered back.
"Extremely in both cases, Sir." She finally glanced up, hoping to see a becoming smile diffuse over his handsome features. However, Elizabeth was quite taken aback to see Mr Darcy rushing off further down the lane. Surely, he could not have altered his opinion from love to abhorrence so hastily? My God! Jane and Mr Bingley must have been wrong in their letter! He dislikes me so very greatly he is running away to seek avoidance? Curse my inexcusable behaviour at Hunsford! He is surely the only man whom I could ever love and I have chased him away with my ill manners and impertinence. How could I believe that my reputation was the only thing he disapproved of? I, at length, now comprehend his own feelings when I had first refused him... Oh! The agonies I must have caused him... To her immense relief, the lady understood Mr Darcy was merely hastening to a nearby bench, for he did not appear capable of standing. Is he unwell? In great distress, Elizabeth rushed to his side to anxiously grasp his hand. As the apprehensive young lady crouched beside him, her face betrayed her colossal concern. "Mr Darcy?" She knew not what to say but his shaking head in addition to his quivering voice petrified her. Could I survive if anything happened to him?
"I cannot say it." He stammered out and shook his head as he gazed restlessly upon his feet.
"Say what sir?" she inquired softly. Had she lost her voice? Why was she choking with emotion by seeing him so distraught?
"I.... I must ask you or I shall go insane... but I could not endure.... well, anything if you refused me once again..." She could never believe a man of his strength and reserved character as being so vulnerable and open... and all this insecure pain was based on her response! He suddenly looked so innocent and her heart begged her to reach out to touch him.
"Mr Darcy," Elizabeth whispered, her eyes unconsciously welling with tears and her hands clenching in irritation with herself. "If you do not ask we shall both regret our lives hence forth and forever, Sir. Please..., say what you had wished to."
"Do you promise not to be too cruel?" He asked softly, almost like a child would. She gazed at him intensely although the gentleman (for once!) refused to meet her passionate stare.
"Sir, I could not, even if I wished to cause you pain. My own being would be in agony with even a trace of your own distress." Mr Darcy shook his head, for he did not believe her words to be sincere. Insufferable! Just ask! Merely permit me the opportunity to answer...! Elizabeth exhaled deeply before she continued, for she knew her courage was a necessity.
"Sir, may I grant you the permission to ask for my hand?" Mr Darcy looked up at her eyes in what seemed like an eternity. This cannot be happening... Darcy, wake up man! Do not tease yourself so cruelly...
"You may, Miss Bennet, if that is your wish," he whispered, choking.
"It is my greatest wish, sir. I grant you it without a second thought." Elizabeth eagerly awaited his proposal, causing her heart to flutter and her hands to dampen within her gloves. Darcy still shook his head in disbelief.
"This cannot be occurring in reality. Am I not dreaming, Miss Bennet?" Ask me! I have been waiting to hear your voice utter those very words for so long now...
"Aye, it is real!" she cried out, her sudden and uncontrollable tears began to chaotically stream upon her delicate features. "And if you do not ask me soon I shall run home directly and refuse to see you again." I am not dreaming. And if I am, I shall dearly like to finish it. My dear Elizabeth, how could I bear to never see you again?
"Miss Bennet, will you do me the honour of marrying an ungentleman-like being as I am?" He has said it! Now, how shall I answer his proposal with just as much passion with purely my lowly self to construct a suitable response? However, Elizabeth found herself answering without previous consideration, for her excitement and delighted disbelief caused her to speak freely.
"With all my heart, yes, for there is no one to accept but you, Sir." Darcy stood and continued to walk as Elizabeth followed, staring intently upon his face for a reaction. I have professed my love in the most animated language yet you continue to look so grave and solemn? As they walked further, Darcy's face betrayed the realisation of her words within his thoughts, causing him to smile so very wide that the gentleman had to look away from his beloved's adoring gaze. She placed her gloved hand into his and brought his to her lips. Dear Lord, Lizzie! Can you not control yourself without using such perverse aids? If you continue thus he will retract his offer, I am sure! Darcy laughed at her masculine and gentlemanly formality yet did not wish to stop her, for he'd been anticipating to feel her lips since before his memory could recall.
"Miss Bennet, " he asked huskily as he tenderly stroked her cheek, causing the habitually well-countenanced lady to colour. "Do you know of any lanes where we may easily lose our way in?" Elizabeth coughed softly as she raised her glittering eyes to her fiancé.
"I am convinced any lane would suffice, Sir, for I am sure my terrible sense of direction would make even the shortest a considerable challenge."
"Are my ears deceiving me, my dear Elizabeth, or did I honestly hear that a woman without fault, as you clearly are, admit a flaw?" The lady laughed and flushed concurrently as she recollected a certain tęte-ŕ-tęte with Miss Caroline Bingley at Netherfield. She smiled quite mischievously as she placed her delicate hand upon the crook of the gentleman's arm, who scolded himself in silent annoyance for reacting so when they made any sort of physical contact.
"I am merely as flawless as Miss Bingley, Sir." The lady replied. He chuckled at her play as they wandered somewhat off the path.
"Ah, then you must be as accomplished as she!" Elizabeth smiled at his teasing expression, though he was still quite reserved in demeanour... and she realised she would not have him otherwise.
"You flatter me too much, Sir,"
"I believe you must be right." Darcy quickly responded with a sharp nod. Elizabeth attempted to look affronted and struck the gentleman playfully on the arm, who chuckled gaily at her sport. To think, I am striking Mr Darcy! Yet, I can now see myself with this man till the end of my days, for that smile encourages me to believe I will never tire of seeing him. And, headstrong and obstinate Lizzie, I am convinced you never will. He placed his arm around her waist protectively and Elizabeth suddenly forgot how to commence in the action of breathing. He sensed her uneasiness immediately and felt his chest ache as he began to remove his arm. "I-I am sorry, Miss Bennet, I thought you might have felt a chill..."
"No!" Lizzie suddenly cried as she pulled his arm securely back. Both parties were indeed surprised by her outburst and she blushed feverishly as she attempted to explain herself. "It is that I, erm... I was indeed quite cold, and fear that your touch is my only remedy."
"Then I shall never leave your side, dearest."
"Promise me you shall never fall under the charms of another." she suddenly whispered. "I could not bear it if you..."
"There is no one alive who can bewitch as you." Elizabeth smiled through watery eyes.
"Not even Caroline Bingley?"
"Not even Caroline Bingley." He spoke adamantly and kissed her lightly on the forehead as he murmured into it. "Though she comes a very close second."
"I believe we have lost Jane and Mr Bingley, Fitzwilliam."
"You do not know what pleasure I feel from your saying my given name, Elizabeth."
"And I you, Fitzwilliam." she pronounced his name in a more accentuated tone which prompted the gentleman to clasp her amorously. "But though that may be, we still have no inclination to where our future brother and sister have disappeared to."
"I do not care when in presence with you, Elizabeth."
"Mr Darcy, that is not kind," She said sternly, though her eyes betrayed her approval of his thoughts. He sighed into a dimpled smile.
"As always, you are right, dearest. Shall we head back towards the house?"
"The quicker we go the sooner you may get my father's blessing." she said, smiling mischievously. Darcy released his hold of Elizabeth's slender waist and held her hand securely instead.
"Then let us run for it."

Epilogue

So it was that the two eldest Bennets married their prospective beaus and in the presence of all their dear acquaintances at Longbourne Church; as Mrs Bennet fervently requested throughout the entirity of the wedding proceedings.

Two years after the eventual marriages of her eldest sisters, Miss Lydia Bennet wedded a clergyman, whom she was a great deal in love with. Her past immaturity and childishness had both slowly dissolved into pure adulthood due to her beloved and handsome husband's acumen and wit. Mr Bennet himself, who found this young gentlemen pleasing and very agreeable to be in company with, believed this almost unlikely match to resemble his own marriage! However, due to considerable study, the elder gentlemen discovered their couple to be of a more affectionate kind than his own and in this attachment, the younger gentleman's temperament greatly improved his silly young wife. The couple lived close to Longbourne, so the gentlemen and his father-in-law and his wife and her mother could communicate with one another easily; however, Lydia soon discovered her mothers antics to be quite trying for her own nerves and attempted, very successfully, to rebuild the relationship with her father.
Kitty Bennet also wedded well. The young Miss Catherine was a frequent visitor at Pemberley and made many acquaintances at the balls her sister and her amiable husband hosted. Secretly, Kitty believed he her favourite brother-in-law and came to tease him and enjoy his reserved yet charming character as often as her lovely sister did. Kitty stayed most of her time either in Pemberley or with Georgiana Darcy, who had become a great friend and was positively influenced by Kitty's wit and energetic conversation. Darcy also could not deny Kitty was his favourite sister-in-law (even before Jane!) and himself, his wife and his sister undertook some matchmaking to get her in good graces with the young, and rather shy, Jacob Winterbourne. The match, to everyone's grand shock, did indeed unite the pair and they married three months afterwards.
And as for our dearest Mary Bennet, she also married for love. Mary had initially encountered with her potential significant other at an Assembly, where the gentleman asked for every dance, much to the inexpert young lady's astonishment and keenness. Her sisters, particularly Kitty and Lydia, taught the inexperienced dancer how to perform every step and Mary found herself preferring the physical aspect to a ball rather than the observation and reflection side increasingly. The young gentleman was a well respected, and quiet young, physician who was sensible and amiable... though became more easy and playful with Mary's company and changed in countenance for the better; as had his wife.
Our dear Mr Bennet could finally justly pronounce he has no silly young daughters, merely five mature and sensible young women.

As good-natured as Mrs Bingley and her husband were, they discovered Mother Bennet's frequenting her visits to their home, Netherfield, four times a day instead of the week to be quite trying indeed! The handsome couple soon resolved on moving further north, and but 20 miles from the grand estate of Pemberley, where they had some acquaintance with the current owners... The Bingleys were blessed with one child; a boy whom they decided to call Edmund. The youngster grew, quite obviously, amiable, kind and gentle and with the goldest hair that ever was seen. The gentleman was quite shy and needed the assistance of the Darcy children to bring him out of his shell and chase away Miss Bingley's (now Lady Grustrock) persistant daughter, Elsie. However Edmund, despite his endearing shyness, conversed enough with a lady to make her violently in love with him... and she him.
As for Mr Collins, he suffered influenza and shortly after Elizabeth's wedding to Mr Darcy, died. The days before his death, he had improved vastly in his pompous character, gained maturity and wisdom and his wife did indeed quite sincerely grieve when he did pass away. A short few years after her husband's death, the widowed Charlotte Collins became legally bound to a certain Colonel Fitzwilliam, whom she had made quite an impression on during his stay at Rosings Park. With this attachment, Mrs Collins pleasantly came to the conclusion that she was, to her own astonishment, quite romantic indeed.
Mr Wickham was by no means allowed in polite society again, befell bankruptcy, was wanted all over the country by the authorities and eventually died at the age of seven and thirty in a flea ridden back room of an inn.
And as for young Davy Fisher, Darcy not only compensated the child substancially for his mother's death and his help with Elizabeth but hired him as permanent staff at Pemberley, where the child blossomed into a good looking young man who caught the heart of many a girl as well as retaining Elizabeth's and her husband's.
And finally, our most beloved hero and heroin, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy and his lady Mrs Elizabeth Bennet Darcy. They lived a very pleasant life indeed. They were blessed with two children, a boy and, followed by a few years, a girl. The fellow grew to be like his father and his grandfather and as amiable a gentleman as ever was seen (with no pride, and as Elizabeth noted, a very many teeth). As with his younger sibling, his eyes were uncommonly fine and he portrayed a wit and easiness in his character that proved to one and all that he was indeed his mother's child and a handsome mien and striking resemblance betraying he was his dear father's, as well. The daughter was, by even Miss Caroline Bingley's strict measures, an extremely able and accomplished young woman. Having the reverse disposition of her brother, looking as fine as her mother and betraying a quiet but passionate countenance like her father, meant the two siblings got along extremely well, for, like their dear parents, their personalities flattered each other perfectly.
But alas, both grew older (as children often do), married and moved from Pemberley, leaving their parents again, all alone, as they were for years before their births.
It is a truth universally hypothesised that a man and woman lose their love and affection for one another due to the aging process, which inevitably, dies down any flames which were once ignited in youth. However, those critics would tolerate to retract those ideas if they witnessed the sheer passion Mr and Mrs Darcy still felt for one another in the years of their retirement. Any outsider who had the pleasure of observing the expression of love the couple had for the other would surely have to agree that a man and woman were never so perfectly matched as were the Darcys of Pemberley, Derbyshire.

Finis

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