A Change of Sisters

By Michelle Ann

Section I, Section II

Chapter One: The Meryton Assembly

Posted on Tuesday, 23 July 2002

An assembly was always an event in Hertfordshire, but the general Meryton Assembly tonight was considered to be even more eventful since a gentleman of about five thousand a year, who had just moved into the neighbourhood was to attend. Of course all the matrons promptly bought dresses for their daughters in the hopes that the gentleman (or one of his friends) would fall in love (or be persuaded to be in love) and marry their daughter.

Mrs. Bennet, mistress of Longbourn estate (a prettyish, country manor of approximately one thousand a year), was no exception to this rule. Indeed, with five daughters to marry off before her husband died, the estate being entailed away from the female line, she was quite anxious to get at least one girl most advantageously married. To be sure, the eldest, Jane was the most stunning with long golden hair, mild hazel eyes and a gentle and kind disposition, and Mrs. Bennet, in deference to Jane's seniority and beauty was set to have Jane become Mistress of Netherfield, Mr. Bingley's new estate.

Her youngest daughters also accompanied their mother to the Assembly (the Father found his library and the quiet more conducive to his humour). Some said that perhaps the two youngest were a tad young to be Out at such an age (Lydia, 15 and Catherine or Kitty, 17), but no one would broach the subject around the very loud Mrs. Bennet who wanted her children to have all the fun they could. The middle daughter, Mary, although older (19), was the least enthused about being Out since it took her away from her studies (theology mainly). Her only consolation was the chance to inflict exhibit her pianoforte skills to the general public.

The second eldest daughter was not quite so stunning as her older sister, but striking in her own way. She was quite tall and called elegant by some who could not think of anything else to describe her. She had a quick and intelligent mind and was often a favourite of the other young ladies, who quite looked up to her.

Needless to say, Mrs. Bennet and her daughters were all very excited to go the Assembly. Kitty and Lydia had been arguing all day as to the exact number of ladies and gentlemen that Mr. Bingley would bring with him, but as it turned out they were both wrong. His two younger sisters, one of whom was married to a fashionable, but otherwise un-noteworthy gentleman named Hurst, accompanied Mr. Bingley. Mr. Bingley's closest friend and advisor, Mr. Darcy also came. Whispers flew very quickly around the room that that particular gentleman was worth a clear ten thousand pounds!

Sir Lucas, recently knighted for his services to the King, being responsible for Mr. Bingley's invitation to the Assembly, took the honour of introducing Mr. Bingley and his company to the other occupants of the room.

"Mr. Bingley has asked to be introduced to you personally Mrs. Bennet after having met your husband a few days ago." Sir Lucas began, drawing Mr. Bingley, with his unmarried sister and friend over.

"Sir, you are very kind" Tittered Mrs. Bennet, curtseying, causing Miss Bingley to roll her eyes in amusement. "This is Jane, my eldest, and Mary, my third eldest. Kitty and Lydia, my youngest, you see dancing there (pointing to a pair of boisterous young girls). And my second eldest (with a frantic wave of her hand to call her daughter over from talking with Miss Charlotte Lucas), is here, Caroline."

Mr. Bingley bowed to all ladies present, noticing the graceful movements, and kind smile of the eldest Miss Bennet.

"I am very pleased to meet you all, ma'am. May I present to you, my youngest sister, Miss Elizabeth Bingley?"

Elizabeth came forward, a brilliant smile on her face and instantly engaged Miss Bennet and Miss Caroline in conversation. She soon found that Jane was a dear, sweet young lady, slightly older than herself and decided to befriend her whilst in the neighbourhood. Caroline, however was another matter. Elizabeth had seen her type before, all through London, and did not wish to converse with another pretentious sycophant, especially one with so little to be pretentious about (having no wealth, connections or, more important to Elizabeth, original opinions). Jane soon introduced Elizabeth to her good friend Charlotte Lucas and the three ladies conversed happily, until Charles claimed Miss Bennet's hand for the next two dances. Lizzy laughed at Charles quickness to claim the prettiest lady's hand, and continued conversing with Miss Lucas.

Mr. Darcy however, stalked about the room, already having offended Mrs. Bennet with not engaging her second eldest to dance; she lost no time in blackening his character to all in the vicinity. They generally believed Mrs. Bennet since they had seen some little conversation between Mrs. Bennet and Mr. Darcy, and that was all the conversation that he had had. Thus he was most certainly a proud and disagreeable man, no matter how much wealth he had.

"Do not worry, my dear Caroline" Mrs. Bennet consoled her daughter. "I am sure Mr. Bingley will ask you to dance after he is finished dancing with Jane. I would not dance with Mr. Darcy another time, even if he did ask."

Caroline however had a different idea. It was not Mr. Darcy's conversation, or dancing skills that she was after, but his connections and money. She was not entirely a bad person, but she did have the notion that the more money or influence a person had, the more consideration should be given them. If this included forgiving a snub, she was happy to do so. She knew in the end, when Mr. Darcy fell helplessly in love with her, she could exact her revenge upon his current neglect of her.

After conversing with Miss Bingley for a few minutes, it was easy to see that she could not glean any information about Mr. Darcy from her; Caroline simpered up to Mrs. Hurst. Although not formally introduced, Mrs. Hurst and Caroline got on like a treat and spent much of the remaining assembly together, even though Mr. Darcy did not seem inclined to spend any time with the Hursts.

Darcy himself was exactly the misjudged, reserved young man we have all come to love. He paced around the fringes of the Assembly, mentally tired from his worry regarding his sister as well as his friend's concerns with taking a lease, and physically tired from his journey from London this morning. Darcy, although a great friend with Bingley from their college days together, had not had much contact with the rest of his family. Mr. Bingley and Mrs. Bingley had died before Darcy had come to know Charles, and he had only briefly met Louisa Hurst, after her marriage. Miss Elizabeth Bingley, he had heard of, seen portraits of, but never come in contact with until this afternoon when she, as hostess for her brother, had welcomed him to Netherfield. It may sound strange, not knowing his best friend's sister, but considering much of their friendship arose from spending time in college together and going to the same club. When he was at Bingley's for any long stay (such as college holidays when he was not required to go to Pemberley straight away), Charles' sister had been to finishing school in France and then London when the trouble in France required her to come home.

From what he saw, Darcy acknowledged that Elizabeth Bingley had an inviting smile, polished manners and a sufficient dowry (twenty thousand pounds). Other than that, he did not dwell, since she was not stunningly handsome and her money was in trade. Of course, these objections were not consciously thought of as such, but the truth be told, he really did not know anything about her to base an opinion on. Plus there was his natural prejudice against ladies of the Ton who were constantly flung at him (or his money and estate), and his dislike of her sister, Mrs. Hurst.

In the meantime however, Darcy was too preoccupied with thoughts of Georgiana and That Man to pay much attention to anyone. Bingley did interrupt his reflections for a few minutes, in between dances, to urge his friend to dance with someone- his sisters, the other Miss Bennet's (Caroline looked up hopefully at this)- anyone really, just to stop the Town's opinion of Darcy sliding further. Bingley was politely, but firmly refused, saying "It would be a punishment for me to stand up with anyone, there is no one handsome enough to tempt me. I do not know anyone here, besides your sister, Mrs. Hurst, and she is dancing with her husband at the moment."

Elizabeth, or Lizzy as Charles affectionately called her, heard this and her opinion of Mr. Darcy (which was never very high to begin with), plummeted. Walking past him, to speak with Miss Bennet, she muttered under her breath "and no one can ever be introduced at an Assembly!" Mr. Darcy overheard however and he was startled out of his worries for a moment to express surprise at anyone saying such a thing, which turned to slight mortification as he accepted the truth of the statement, then to anger when he saw Miss Bingley, Miss Lucas and Miss Bennet laughing, no doubt, at him.

The rest of the Assembly passed with the principle characters acting as the principle characters always do- Bingley danced with most of the young ladies in the room, favouring Miss Bennet, Caroline simpered on the arm of Mrs. Hurst, Elizabeth discussed a variety of topics with the sensible Miss Lucas and Jane (when she was not dancing), as well as dancing with some of the local men. Mr. Darcy stalked the room, preoccupied with his thoughts, and an additional disturbing sense of his rude behaviour to his hostess.

He made the resolution to apologise to her, and left it at that. Unfortunately, when they arrived back at Netherfield, Mrs. Hurst started abusing all the Hertfordshire people.

"Apart from Miss Caroline, and Miss Jane Bennet of course, there is no one else I could endure for very long. Poor Miss Jane and Caroline Bennet! Having such a mother!"

"Louisa!" Lizzy exclaimed, disgusted with the alacrity with which she befriended Caroline Bennet. "Caroline's manners are not that far removed from her mother's!"

Darcy fought to hide a snicker, agreeing whole-heartedly. He had been fending off her not-so-subtle attempts to dance with him all evening.

Elizabeth noticed his smile, and frowned. His behaviour had not been too much better! At least he had been silent!

"But Miss Jane Bennet is beautiful, modest and intelligent. She is exactly what a young lady should be." Elizabeth glanced at her brother.

He lost no chance jumping into the discussion. "Yes, isn't she an angel!"

Darcy and Elizabeth rolled their eyes, both smiling fondly at Charles. They caught each other's eyes, and were disconcerted that they both reacted in the same manner.

He certainly is handsome.

Her eyes are so fine, so beautifully expressive.

Everyone soon retired for the night. Darcy, tumbling into bed, cursed when he remembered he had not apologised.

Chapter Two: Lucas Lodge

Posted on Sunday, 28 July 2002

Lizzy had been enjoying her stay at Netherfield. Charles had always been her favourite sibling and the prospect of keeping house for him amongst the beauty of the country was a happy prospect. Elizabeth loved the country, and the families living in and around Meryton seemed genuinely happy to welcome the Bingley's into their midst. Elizabeth was not so blind as to understand that many mothers were very enthusiastic about her brother, since he was handsome, agreeable and single. She approached the situation as she did every other situation- with humour.

Elizabeth was looking forward to this evening's amusements. The Bingley's and their guests had been invited to a little gathering at Lucas Lodge. She was sure that certain people would amuse her intensely. Sir William was a jolly, well-meaning gentleman, Caroline Bennet she could deal with, Mrs. Bennet, for all her silliness, showed herself to be a very loving mother- something that Elizabeth could not help feel slightly jealous of, having lost her own mother about five years after her birth.

Her guest, Mr. Darcy, however was a riddle she had yet to solve. That he was very proud, she had quickly determined, but what puzzled her was why he was such a great friend of Charles'? Surely Charles had many other young gentleman acquaintances that did not think they were superior to everyone else's company? She supposed that he was a great person to ask regarding estate business, owning the large and famous Pemberley. But having a great estate in Derbyshire did not allow him to be such an arrogant snob. She had endured snobbish gentleman and ladies all her life- those members of the Ton who thought that she was beneath them because her fortune was derived from trade. Elizabeth did not worry about what they thought of her, because she felt she was better off without their friendship, but it hurt her to know that a friend of Charles, whom she had to spend many days and nights with, would be sympathetic to those ideals.

Still, I had better let Mr. Darcy prove himself before judging him harshly. Who knows how I would have acted after being suggested to dance with someone like Miss Caroline! Elizabeth chuckled at the thought, as she returned to the house. It was a very fine looking house, she admitted. She was sure that her stay here, for however long, would be very pleasant indeed.

Little did she know that she was being observed by that very gentleman who had occupied her thoughts for the last half an hour. He too, was an early riser, and enjoyed walking to greet the morning. Perhaps one day he would ask to accompany Miss Bingley, and find some way to apologise to her? Just do not become desperate to do so, you do not have to apologise in the first place! She is lovely though. he pondered the last few days in her company and conceded that although she had not the classic beauty, she was had a light and pleasing form, rendered more brilliant by the teasing and playful charm she exuded. He envied his friend's easy relationship with his sister, and regretted that his own relationship with his sister was not so carefree and loving.

He knew that Georgiana and he loved each other, all the more because they were only two in the immediate family to love, but since last summer, the friendliness and ease of conversation had been overshadowed by Georgiana's shy nature becoming painfully introverted. Even their cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, with all his cheerfulness could do little to coax her out of her shell. If only she had a sister such as Miss Bingley, to talk with her, as only ladies and sisters can, perhaps then, she could put the past behind her. Darcy quickly curtailed the direction his thoughts were taking him. Why he had so quickly thought of Miss Bingley as sister to his sister, he did not want to pursue.

Sighing, he continued to dress himself for the morning, remembering that he had yet another evening amongst the locals in store for him.

"Miss Lucas, this is a charming room!"

"Thank you Miss Bingley, my mother did much to make it so." Charlotte drew Elizabeth past several local gentleman (many of whom stared approvingly at Miss Bingley) to introduce her to Lady Lucas.

"Mamma, may I present my friend, Miss Elizabeth Bingley. Miss Bingley, my mother, Lady Lucas."

Elizabeth curtseyed and started the little pleasantries necessary when forming a new acquaintance. Lady Lucas reminded Elizabeth of Mrs. Bennet, both in understanding and the gleam in her eye when she spotted Charles speaking with Miss Lucas. They formed a quiet quartet until the announcement of Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet and their children.

Elizabeth laughed at the stricken look Lady Lucas had, when she saw Charles head towards the new arrivals, especially the lovely Miss Bennet. Miss Lucas saw her mother's expression and shared a smile with Elizabeth.

"Miss Bingley, I believe you have not been introduced to Mr. Bennet, please allow me to do so?"

"With pleasure Miss Lucas." Elizabeth smiled, thankful to be away from making inane small talk.

Mr. Bennet, Elizabeth soon decided, was an odd mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice. She liked him immensely.

"Ah the famous Miss Bingley." Mr. Bennet bowed at Charlotte's introduction.

"Mr. Bennet, I have had the pleasure of being introduced to your wife and daughters at the assembly last week." Mr. Bennet lifted his eyebrows at this, much to the delight of Miss Bingley.

"Yes, they are an extremely entertaining set of ladies. I am sorry to have missed you at the assembly. I am sure we could have derived much pleasure from the event. I did, however, hear a most ... comprehensive account of it from Mrs. Bennet. No particular was beneath her notice." Elizabeth struggled to contain her laughter. "I believe your sister, Mrs. Hurst, had a very elegant dress, that did not lack lace."

Elizabeth's clear laughter rang throughout the room, she liked Mr. Bennet very much, and had a hard time reconciling him to his wife. Surely he would not have been tempted by just a beautiful face? Linking arms with Mr. Bennet, he escorted Miss Bingley around the room, introducing her to its occupants that she had previously not met. The commentary he supplied under his breath to her was full of anecdotes and made sure that she smiled throughout all the introductions, however tedious they were.

Jane looked fondly at her father and her new friend. She knew Mr. Bennet was sometimes sad that he lacked a daughter who truly understood him. Out of all his daughters, Jane was his favourite. Caroline had an excellent understanding, but was more sympathetic to their mother's causes than papas. Jane loved her father dearly, but did not like to join with him in making fun of the other girls. To see him instantly liking, genuinely liking, Miss Bingley warmed her heart. Perhaps this would mean Mr. Bennet would leave his powdering gown and books and mix more in society.

Mr. Darcy had hovered about and at the introduction of Miss Bingley to Mr. Bennet, he drew closer, especially after seeing her face light up with such pleasure. He fought down the jealousy of seeing her give such attention to another man, even if he was old enough to be her father. He then wondered why he should be jealous. Careful Darce, you seem to be dwelling entirely too much on the charming Miss Bingley. He then caught a reflection in the mirror of Miss Caroline, in another orange concoction, simpering his way, and quickly determined that anything could be better than having to politely speak with her. So with both inclination of thought and a desire to escape, he made his way over to Miss Bingley and Mr. Bennet, as they paused after taking a turn about the room.

Mr. Bennet looked up and noticed the tall, young man coming towards him, with a slightly panicked look about him. He nearly laughed out loud when he saw his daughter hurriedly following behind him, and took pity on the young man. Nudging Elizabeth slightly, he asked for an introduction, "for I have never seen a man so willing to escape my daughter, and I have seen many gentlemen in such situations in my time."

Elizabeth smilingly complied, on Mr. Bennet's behalf. Nothing could induce her to take pity on such a proud man. If it was up to her, she would have left him to shift for himself. Still, it was her place to introduce him, since she was his hostess, and it was assumed that she knew him. HA! As if I would want to know him! If he could ever allow anyone the pleasure.

So Elizabeth walked over to Mr. Darcy, and spoke for nearly the first time for the day. Linking arms with him, she drew him over to Mr. Bennet, looking over her shoulder and dismissing Miss Caroline with one imperious glance. This elegant gesture at once endeared her with the two gentlemen, but made an instant enemy out of the young Miss Bennet.

Darcy relaxed somewhat when he knew that, for a time at least, he was safe from Miss Caroline. He saw the look of sympathy in Mr. Bennet's eyes, but also noticed the satirical bent to him, and instantly was back on his guard.

"Mr. Bennet, may I present my brother's good friend, Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy owns a great estate in Derbyshire, Pemberley, and has a clear ten thousand pounds!" Elizabeth declared with all the pomp and ceremony that she thought Mr. Darcy's pride would warrant.

Grinding his teeth against the ceremonious introduction, he shook the proffered hand.

Mr. Bennet tried not to choke from laughter. "Ah, so you are the (in)famous Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes in response. "I am excessively happy to meet such a personage, for I have only one thousand pounds a year, and a small estate in Hertfordshire, called Longbourn. It is such an honour to be noticed by such as you." Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth shared a knowing glance.

Darcy nearly groaned aloud. Why are they teasing me thus? I have done nothing to offend them. Well, perhaps I have offended Miss Bingley by my comments the other day. Perhaps Mr. Bennet is offended on behalf of his daughters? he sighed. Things had not gone off to a good start.

"Indeed sir, you do me great honour. Miss Bingley has an excellent memory, I must thank you for such an introduction. It is rare that my fortune and estate are used to give me such a welcome." He commented wryly, much to Mr. Bennet's amusement, who instantly felt that Mr. Darcy was someone worth knowing and studying.

Elizabeth was shocked at his response. Was he being sarcastic? Is he really tired of all the trappings and social problems that arise from being a young, unmarried, eligible gentleman?

"Pemberley?" Mr. Bennet asked. "That sounds very familiar. Is it not situated near a village called Lambton?"

"Indeed it is. Lambton is not five miles from Pemberley."

Seeing his curiosity, Mr. Bennet told him that his brother-in-law's wife lived at Lambton, and always remembered it fondly.

"Yes," a smile broke out upon Mr. Darcy's face (Elizabeth was shocked and found it hard to remove her gaze from such an expression), "I too, remember Lambton fondly. I ran there as a boy constantly."

Mr. Bennet smiled. He was not the proud, disagreeable man that everyone had spoken of, but he was not about to make that general knowledge- he would be no friend of Mr. Darcy if all the mamma's suddenly turned their attention to him. Mr. Bennet thought in amusement to himself, that he would have to take note of how effectively a proud bearing is in disconnecting oneself from the chattering of all the mammas. Unfortunately, I lack what this one has- a reason to be proud.

He turned to Miss Bingley, and tried to draw her into the conversation, noticing that she was still somewhat distracted by something on Mr. Darcy's face.

"And is Pemberley as beautiful as they say, Miss Bingley?"

Elizabeth tore her eyes away to address Mr. Bennet. She coloured slightly at his amused expression, as if caught stealing cookies. "Uh, I do not know, I have not had the pleasure of viewing Pemberley."

"Really?" Mr. Bennet was puzzled. He was sure that Mr. Bingley would have visited his best friend's estate, why had the invitation not been extended to his younger sister?

"No, Miss Bingley has been away at school the many times that Bingley has visited me at my estate." Mr. Darcy supplied, glancing at Miss Bingley. How beautiful that blush makes you look.

"Yes," Elizabeth smiled, trying to regain her former easiness of manner. "My sister, Mrs. Hurst has been however, and was glowing in her accounts."

"Since you are now finished with your schooling, perhaps you would accompany your brother on his next visit? It would be a pleasure to show you Pemberley." Mr. Darcy gallantly offered.

"Thank you," Elizabeth stammered. She was now completely puzzled with Mr. Darcy. He swayed between being a charming young gentleman to a proud one.

Mr. Bennet smiled. It was a foregone conclusion that these two would marry. He was looking forward to watching the fireworks. He felt a twinge of pain at the thought of Miss Bingley, why could he have not been blessed with such a daughter? He was sure that they would have had many wonderful times together, laughing and teasing the world. Well perhaps I will see more of her, and her young man there, if Mrs. Bennet's plans to have Jane Mistress of Netherfield come to fruition.

This interesting little tęte-ŕ-tęte between our favourite couple was interrupted as Miss Caroline, on the arm of Miss Lucas, came over to join in the conversation.

"Oh Pemberley!" Miss Caroline exclaimed, proving she had been an avid eavesdropper, "My Aunt Gardiner raves about Pemberley. Such a fine estate, such extensive grounds! It is in Somerset is it not?" Caroline simpered, trying to impress with her knowledge. Obviously she was not as proficient at eavesdropping, as she should be.

The faces of the other four were instantly downcast, as they struggled to contain their humour. Elizabeth was the first to recover, and with a playful smile towards Darcy, she asked him whether he had another estate, "for the one Charles told me about was in Derbyshire, but I am sure a man of your standing would have at least two fine estates. And how much easier it would be to have both estates having the same name!"

Darcy had never wanted to strangle and kiss someone at the same time. That she was taking much pleasure from teasing him, especially about his wealth, was apparent. He simply had mixed emotions as to whether he found it more annoying or pleasant.

Mr. Bennet smirked at both of them, and calmly stated to Caroline, "Mrs. Gardiner lived in Derbyshire before London. I do not think she has ever been to Somerset."

Caroline, never one to put up with her father's teasing, was ready to scream at being mocked in this gentleman's presence, and to think that snippet of a woman was aiding her downfall! How was she to recover though? Should I try to cover my own blunder, or disregard it and move on to something else?

"I understand that you have a younger sister, Mr. Darcy" Caroline simpered, pretending that a minute before they had all been on the verge of laughing at her.

Mr. Darcy resigned himself to his fate. "Yes, my sister, Georgiana, is almost ten years my junior."

"Ten years!" exclaimed Caroline "Why she must look upon you as quite a father figure. How wonderful it was to have such an older brother to look after her when your parents died."

There was a stunned silence. Elizabeth had never thought anyone could make so many blunders in three minutes, but here it was. She quickly looked to Mr. Darcy, who had lowered his head in pain at the memory. She looked to Mr. Bennet to say something to his daughter, but he was enjoying her mistake too much to care about anyone else.

Charlotte, too, was shocked. She felt that she should do something, since it was at her house that this occurred.

"Miss Bingley," she smiled, "I was about to open up the pianoforte, and had come to ask you if you played and if you would like to play for us now?"

Elizabeth smiled, grateful that there was one sensible person in the room capable of moving past this painful point.

"Yes, I enjoy playing the pianoforte, and thank you for your kind invitation." She turned a bit more hesitantly to Mr. Darcy, "Mr. Darcy, would you be so kind as to turn the pages for me?" She was not usually this forward, but he needed saving from Caroline Bennet!

He looked up, happy at the distraction, and immediately complied.

Caroline pouted throughout the performance. Elizabeth fumed. How could Mr. Bennet let his daughters run so wildly? She was also concerned for Mr. Darcy's welfare. He was, after all a guest, and was it not her duty as hostess to see to the comfort of her guests?

Darcy, although shocked and pained at such an outburst, soon lost himself in the pleasure of hearing Miss Bingley's performance on the pianoforte. Her taste, her execution and her feeling performance were exquisite. She must have had the very best teachers in both France and London. He made a mental note of speaking with her on who these masters were for Georgiana.

He was so caught up in her playing, that he often failed to turn the pages appropriately, but she had chosen something that she knew very well, and therefore his forgetfulness only caused her to ponder how much he was pained by the mention of his parents. For the first time, the thought darted into her head, that Mr. Darcy could be a reserved, shy young man, who had yet to deal with the sorrow of his parent's death and the caring for his sister. Such responsibility could cause a loss of happiness and depression of spirits. He may not be so much as proud as introverted.

Her natural compassion swelled for him, his previous slight forgotten in her concern that perhaps she could do something for him to make his stay peaceful and enjoyable. She would have to speak to Charles when they returned home.

Meanwhile Charles and Miss Jane Bennet continued smiling and talking with each other. By the end of the evening they were practically inseparable, and Elizabeth had invited both Jane and Miss Lucas over for tea the next day. Unfortunately Charlotte declined, having promised her mother to accompany her on a previous engagement.

Jane therefore was to go to Netherfield.

Chapter Three: A Wet Journey

Posted Monday, 5 August 2002

"Why Miss Bennet!" Elizabeth exclaimed in horror, "you are wet through! Quickly, come in! Burton would you get Mrs. Hopkins to prepare the tapestry bedroom quickly?"

Elizabeth assisted the drenched Jane into the room. "Come Miss Bennet, I am sure I have something that will fit you. You must change out of these wet clothes immediately."

Jane, really feeling dreadful, both for the spectacle her mother put her through, as well as being frozen due to the cold, wet rain, nodded gratefully, thankful that Miss Bingley did not ask why she was soaking wet, but made ready things to ensure that she would be dry again very quickly.

Once they had been seated comfortably in the library, which was the warmest room, without any draughts whatever, with a cup of tea each and some delicacies on plates in front of them, Elizabeth started inquiring into Jane's background and history. Jane of course, never thought that this line of questioning could be impertinent, and coming from anyone other than Elizabeth it may have appeared so. Elizabeth, however was genuinely curious about Jane and her family, and decided after a few minutes that Jane was incapable of being unkind to anyone. Elizabeth smiled, slightly envious. She had never been blessed with the peaceful serenity Jane exuded, and felt that perhaps if she had, she would be more content with her situation. But self would not intrude for long, and Elizabeth started to like the idea of having Jane as a sister. They both fell easily into conversing on a range of topics, as if they had known each other forever. It seemed so natural to have a somewhat sisterly rapport.

"It is a pity, Jane" by this time, they had dispensed with the formality of 'Miss', "that Miss Lucas could not join us. There is nothing quite like being in the company of friends with a cup of tea, some chocolate and a roaring fire."

"I am sure, Charlotte would have loved to be here. I am also sure, had her mother been apprised of your invitation, she would have been!" Elizabeth laughed at this. "Oh, Lizzy, please don't think I mean that Lady Lucas would throw Charlotte at you or your brother" she blushed slightly at the mention of him, "but Lady Lucas is such a nice lady and so devoted to her children's care, that she would have insisted that Charlotte come and enjoy herself."

Elizabeth laughed again- she had thought that Charles would be the reason Lady Lucas would send her daughter. It was not often that such an eligible man came into the neighbourhood. She was amazed that Jane could honestly think so innocently of others.

"Don't concern yourself Jane. It is a pity, but I hope there will be many more chances to visit with Miss Lucas. Will you have another biscuit? Cook makes them especially for me. She knows I can never have enough chocolate. It is a chocolate covered chocolate biscuit with a chocolate centre." Elizabeth smiled dreamily, "I have nicknamed them Tim Tams* after Cook's little son, Timothy, who gave her the inspiration for them."

Lizzy's smile disappeared as Jane's face became pale.

"I am ... sorry, but..." and Jane promptly fainted.

Elizabeth bolted up, calling for assistance. Fosset, and another servant, came quickly in, and between them placed Jane on the bed in the tapestry room. Elizabeth wrung her hands helplessly, saddened at the thought that Jane could be really ill from her wet ride.

"Thank you Fosset, will you please call for the local apothecary?"

"Yes, Miss Bingley."

"Would you also inform her parents at Longbourn that Miss Bennet will be staying overnight here? I will quickly write the letter for you to deliver to them, and send them another in the morning to tell them of the apothecary's verdict and her condition. Go to the apothecary first, and then to Longbourn."

"Yes, Miss Bingley." Fosset bowed after being handed the letter. He had only known Miss Bingley for a week, and already she was a favourite of the servants. The way she treated this situation- with consideration and concern- endeared her more dearly with him.

After Fosset left, Elizabeth went to Jane's side and felt her forehead. It seemed too hot, and so taking a basin and cloth, she herself, started dabbing Jane's forehead. Whilst doing this she asked for her personal maid to inform her sister that Miss Bennet was unwell.

About fifteen minutes later, Louisa burst in.

"Why are you doing that yourself Elizabeth? Get a servant to do it. I can't believe the hide of these locals. To come out in the rain on horseback! No doubt it was this they intended to accomplish! I say send her back to them, no matter how ill she is."

"Louisa!" Elizabeth's temper flared "how dare you speak such things! We do not know why Miss Bennet was on horseback, perhaps the carriage was being repaired or the other horses being used! It is my fault- I should have sent around our carriage for her. I did not think of it. And if you are simply going to abuse our guest in such a fashion, I ask that you leave her room."

Louisa "hmphed", "My word Eliza, you certainly have started to throw your weight around ever since you got back from France! Those Frenchies certainly removed all the proper English gentlewoman from you. Here you are playing at being Mistress of Netherfield- lording it over everyone, including me- your older, married sister who has every right to be above you in consequence! But no, it is darling Lizzy that gets all the attention. I will not be treated like this in my brother's house, and will remove myself and my husband until you apologise!"

Elizabeth sighed heavily. As much as she would like to make some biting comments back, she knew that Louisa always had a problem with her and Charles' close relationship. As Mistress, she should also make every possible attempt at reconciliation, even if the person seemed to be a snivelling, self absorbed, waspish sister!

Motioning for her maid to take care of Jane, Elizabeth steered Louisa out of the room, into her own, next door. On the way, she silently prayed for strength to deal diplomatically with this situation. She knew that Charles would be disappointed that his sister and brother-in-law would be leaving. He was always disappointed when Elizabeth and Louisa fought. It would not do to cause a scene, especially with Mr. Darcy around.

"Now Louisa, I am sorry that I snapped at you. I was simply concerned that you had formed an ill-conceived notion of Miss Bennet. She is a charming lady, who would never dream of entrapping Charles."

Louisa looked away. She had not meant to snap so much, but all the attention was always on Elizabeth. (Indeed this story was all about Elizabeth- Louisa never got the limelight.)

"Please, Louisa, let us be friends. I am glad that you are here. We have hardly seen each other for many years. I know Charles was delighted when he knew the entire family would be assembled for this first time in a long time."

Elizabeth hated pleading, but she conceded that she had been neglecting Louisa in the past few years. Elizabeth put her arms around her older sister. Louisa slowly hugged her in return. Elizabeth waited for a similar apology from her sister, but realised after a few minutes silence, that it would never come. As usual she sighed, Give Louisa something to make her feel useful is the usual remedy for these situations.

"Perhaps you could tell Mrs. Hopkins that Miss Bennet is unwell and delay dinner for a while. When Charles and Mr. Darcy come home, I can... we can, inform them of what happened and see what Charles recommends we do."

Louisa withdrew from the embrace. It was about time her sister saw that she was quite capable of managing everything to everyone's satisfaction. She felt a little better, although regretted that it was Miss Jane Bennet, and not Miss Caroline that would be an invalid at Netherfield for a few days at least. She was sure that Miss Caroline would make a charming addition to their company. And perhaps she was the lady that would finally set Eliza in her place.

As Louisa was happily forming her brother's marriage to Miss Caroline (Caroline Bingley, how well it sounded!), Elizabeth went back to Jane, with similar thoughts (albeit replacing the name of the woman).

To ascertain whether Charles Bingley was more happy or concerned over the events that happened whilst he was with the Officers was hard. He was, of course, very sad that someone should be ill whilst at his house, but that it was Miss Jane Bennet, was doubly sad. Although there lay the joy as well- to be in Miss Jane's company, less restricted by social obligations of parties and assemblies.

In the end, his selfish happiness of having Jane in his home lost to the greater concern that she could be quite ill. The reports from Lizzy and the apothecary were disheartening. They both claimed that she was too ill to think of moving back to Longbourn for at least four days (had anyone been thinking of allowing her to go back home? ).

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Chapter Four: Less Congenial Company

Posted on Thursday, 8 August 2002

"Mamma," Caroline stated at breakfast the next day, "I believe I will visit Jane today." Another message had come from Miss Bingley insisting that they allow Jane to remain with them whilst recuperating from her fever for a few days at least.

Mrs. Bennet looked up from her muffin. "I see no need for that Caroline. You know there is nothing at Pemberley for you. You had better go and visit the Officers in Meryton with your sisters."

"I am determined to visit Jane, mamma. You never know, Mr. Darcy may improve upon acquaintance."

Mrs. Bennet's eyes narrowed as if trying to calculate the probability of that event occurring. She then decided that Caroline would have her own way anyway, and if she could catch Mr. Darcy, then what a triumph!

"I take it this is the cue for me to order the carriage." Mr. Bennet smiled at the irony of Caroline attempting to insinuate herself further with Mr. Darcy.

"Indeed papa!" Caroline replied as though shocked at there being any other way to go to Netherfield. "you cannot expect me to walk there! Why! It is three miles to Netherfield. I would be muddy- my skirts six inches deep in all the mud from yesterday's rainfall. My hair would be all blowsy and I would not be fit to be seen."

"Yes, my dear" Mr. Bennet commented dryly. Not really caring how she got there, as long as she went.

"Miss Bingley!" Darcy was startled out of his reverie by the appearance of Elizabeth coming around the corner.

"Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth smiled, reminding herself of her earlier promise to be nice to him. "It is a beautiful morning, is it not?"

"Indeed it is, Miss Bingley" Darcy commented, falling in besides her, noticing how her eyes had been brightened by the early morning exercise. "Do you often walk of a morning? I noticed you out yesterday as well."

"Yes, I love my morning walks. It is one of the chief pleasures in being in the country. You cannot walk about like this in Town- everything is close together and noisy, and those parks that are available are always cluttered with people seeing and wanting to be seen. Do you enjoy a walk, Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes, I agree that a morning walk is the best way to wake yourself up fully. When I am home, I often walk or ride and then have breakfast. Only then am I ready to tackle the morning's business." They shared a smile. "Do you ride, Miss Bingley?"

"Aye, but very ill indeed. It is not quite so shocking when you realise that we have never had a country house, and so opportunities for riding have not occurred very frequently."

"Well then, since you are in the country, perhaps you will take up riding?" Darcy suggested, daring himself to ask her to allow him to teach her. He could picture her, in a smart riding outfit, perhaps dark blue, on top of his sister's favourite mount, as they rode together through the woods at Pemberley. Pemberley? Where did that come from? He shook such thoughts from his mind.

"Yes, I think I might. I know that Miss Bennet is an excellent horsewoman, and so when she is feeling better, I hope we may go riding together."

Fighting down the disappointment, Darcy smiled tightly at her. He did not really trust himself to speak further, and after inquiring as to Miss Bennet's health, he quickly made his way back into the house.

Elizabeth stared puzzled at his as he walked into the house. She quickly reviewed their discussion. I said nothing that could possibly offend him? What is his problem?

"Ah Caroline! How wonderful to see you again!" Louisa Hurst declared when Miss Caroline Bennet was announced. "You simply must stay with us whilst dear Jane is becoming better."

Elizabeth's polite smile of greeting froze upon her face. Darcy looked with sympathy at Miss Bingley, and then indulged in empathising with her, when he remembered that he also lived in this house.

There was nothing Elizabeth could do however, but reiterate her sister's invitation and ask for a servant to see to bringing some clothes over for her.

Caroline nearly purred in contentment. This was exactly what she had planned.

"Oh! I did not know anyone else was in here." Elizabeth reddened in embarrassment as she walked into the library and encountered Mr. Darcy.

She had been muttering to herself about her sister and other houseguests whilst coming to fetch a book to keep herself entertained while sitting with Jane.

"No need to apologise, Miss Bingley. It is your house after all." Mr. Darcy smiled; he kept forgetting to remind himself that he should not be pleasant with Miss Bingley, thereby encouraging her attachment to him.

"You enjoy reading?" Mr. Darcy inquired.

"Yes, very much so. Please sit down, do not stand on ceremony for me. I am merely finding a book to read aloud to Jane."

Darcy nodded absently. "Miss Bennet is better, you think?"

"A little. I would be tempted to say that her sister's visit revived her spirits somewhat." She grinned impishly at Mr. Darcy. They both knew that apart from the brief time spent seeing Jane when she first arrived, Caroline Bennet had not been in the sickroom at all. Instead Louisa and she had been having little tea parties together in the drawing room all day, giggling about who knew what. Who cared what they giggled about! Elizabeth thought to herself, saddened that Jane would be used so abominably in her illness.

"I am sure that Charles as well as Miss Bennet are very grateful for the attention you are giving her." Mr. Darcy ventured to say, ignoring the little comments in his mind, telling him what a wonderful Mistress she would make.

Elizabeth smiled, surprised. "Why, it is nothing- anyone would do as much for Jane. She is such a sweet, dear creature. She bears it very well. It must be hard to be ill in a strange house, not having knowing the occupants for very long. I know she feels awkward here, she has often repeated that she is well enough to go home. So a close eye is needed to make sure she does nothing rash." Lizzy smiled, "I am also being quite selfish, Mr. Darcy, please do not attribute it all to a virtue on my behalf. I enjoy Jane's company immensely, and unfortunate as the situation may be, am deriving great pleasure from nursing her back to health."

Darcy had to stop himself from thinking off tangent again, about how wonderful it would be to be nursed by Elizabeth. Elizabeth? Come man! She is Miss Bingley to you!

Seeing that he had again gone silent, Elizabeth turned to find a book. Speaking over her shoulder, she apologised for the range of books.

"Charles has spoken of Pemberley's library. It sounds very grand."

"It has been the work of many generations. I cannot understand a neglected library. But, as Charles would say, I simply love to read and that is why I have troubles comprehending those who do not like it."

Elizabeth turned her head to smile at him. "Poor Charles! I often tease him about reading and his library. He has offered to hand over the task of buying books to me, but I have not dared to presume upon such an offer yet, nor have I been home enough to do so. Although looking at this dismal range, I am quickly becoming determined to do so!"

Darcy laughed quietly.

Elizabeth stopped commenting, having spotted what she thought was a copy of Shakespeare's comedies. She strained to reach it, but it was on the second top shelf. Cursing (ladylike of course) to herself at her short stature, she scanned the room for a stepladder to use.

Mr. Darcy meanwhile had been amused at her attempts to get the book, and had come forward. As Lizzy was vainly trying to get the book yet again, Mr. Darcy from his current position behind her, calmly reached over and took it from the shelf, his height making it an easy reach.

Elizabeth turned around to face him, and stopped. He was so close, and with his arm slightly raised, still bringing the book down, all she could see, feel and breathe was him as she met his eyes, inches from her own face.

His other arm involuntarily came to rest on the shelf next to her, so he surrounded her. She swallowed convulsively. He was a very attractive man; even more so up close where she could see his tousled hair, breathe his woody cologne, feel his breath tickle her face as his lips descended to claim her own.

His lips ... Elizabeth thought incoherently as they came closer. He is going to kiss me! she panicked, half wishing herself to remain, half wanting this to never have happened. I do not even know him, he knows nothing of me, and he is kissing me! Intolerable!

She broke eye contact, turning her head to the side, and slipping out from under his arms.

"Thank you for getting the book for me, Mr. Darcy." She was breathing heavily, still unsteady from his nearness.

Darcy looked around shocked, first of all at the fact that she had disappeared, and then at the realisation of what he had been about to do. Darcy you cad! What were you thinking?

"I ... uh..." he cleared his throat huskily, "you are welcome Miss Bingley." He handed her the book, noting the title, his hand brushing hers unconsciously.

She curtseyed to him, slightly wobbly, and started to move out the door.

"Miss Bingley, please, I..." he moved to block her path. He was desperate to apologise, and at the same time disappointed that she had not wanted what he so desired.

Elizabeth stopped in front of him, eyes downcast. She could not afford to be mesmerised by his eyes again. "Please sir, let me pass." She said in a small voice.

If he could have throttled himself, Darcy would have. "Of course, I am ... I am sorry, I did not mean to... detain you." He watched her leave the room. When she was gone, and he could no longer feel her presence, he thrust himself down into a nearby chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "How could you have lost your senses so quickly man!"

Still, she was a beautiful woman. Kind, considerate, loving, warm, tender, full of life, bewitching, witty, beautiful, loving ... he caught himself as he started to repeat her list of virtues. Then in an attempt to dislodge her from his thoughts, he quickly recited, in his most Lady Catherine-like voice, all the qualities that the Mistress of Pemberley should have.

Dinner was a strained affair. Charles was worried about Miss Bennet, and the fact that she was still unwell enough to attend dinner with them. Elizabeth had fought with herself long and hard about the duty of the hostess attending dinner, otherwise she would have simply stayed with Jane and had a tray brought up. She was less lively than at other times, and Darcy painfully noticed it, realising that it was entirely his fault. He desperately wanted to take back what had happened in the library, but at the same time, he wished that he had succeeded. He was fighting with all his might his attraction to her, and yet whenever she was around, especially when they were alone, he forgot about being the silent, disinterested, aloof gentleman, to simply being a man intoxicated with a woman.

Louisa and Caroline could hardly discuss with the same ease what they had been speaking about in private, and Mr. Hurst hardly ever spoke whilst at dinner.

Elizabeth was not inclined to eat anything, and so had to endure pushing around the food on her plate until it seemed the other ladies were satisfied. Then she rose to leave the table, instinctively looking to Mr. Darcy.

Their eyes locked, and he tried to communicate his sorrow at damaging their relationship. She hurriedly looked away, and in a moment was gone.

He quickly got up and went to pour himself some brandy. It was going to be a long evening.

Elizabeth was suffering. She had never thought it possible for her sister to sit and giggle inanely for half an hour, and yet she was doing that very thing with Miss Caroline. She prayed for the gentlemen's return, so she could speak with Charles about some housekeeping business. Anything to keep her mind and eyes occupied on something other than Mr. Darcy.

The gentlemen joined them in due time, and Elizabeth promptly called Charles over. Darcy, the last to arrive, saw that she was earnestly discussing something with her brother, decided that he would write a long overdue letter to his sister.

"And what do you do so secretly there, Mr. Darcy?" Caroline inquired sliding up behind him.

Darcy tried to repress his shudder. He could think of only one woman he would want to be that close to him (again!). In his coldest voice, he told them what he was doing.

"Oh dear Georgiana!" Louisa cried, promoting her favourite's attentions to Mr. Darcy. "Has she grown since I saw her in spring?"

"She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bingley's height, or a little taller." He was all too aware of exactly how tall Miss Bingley was after having her nearly in his arms earlier.

Caroline looked with jealousy on her rival for Mr. Darcy's attention. "Mrs. Hurst was telling me how accomplished your sister is."

Elizabeth and Charles had finished their discussions by this stage and looked with amusement, and no small amount of exasperation on the scene before them. If Elizabeth had been feeling more kindly disposed towards Mr. Darcy, she would have thought of some way to dislodge him from Miss Caroline's grasp, but she felt that he deserved the forced attentions of a lady, after forcing his own attentions on her.

Bingley suffered no such revenge, and decided to take a part in it. "It amazes me that young ladies can be so accomplished. They all paint tables, cover screens, and net purses. I scarcely know any one who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that she was very accomplished."

Louisa laughed, Caroline tittered, she had nearly accomplished all of those feats. Elizabeth smiled fondly at Charles' attempt to move the conversation.

"Your list of the common extent of accomplishments," said Darcy, "has too much truth. The word is applied too many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse, or covering a screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished."

"Nor I, I am sure," said Miss Bingley, praying that she was one of the six that he considered accomplished.

"Then," observed Elizabeth, joining the conversation almost against her will, "you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished women?"

"Yes; I do comprehend a great deal in it." He was happy that she had joined in. He was desperate for her opinion, to hear her voice.

"Oh! certainly," cried his faithful assistant, "no one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved."

"All this she must possess," added Darcy, desperately trying not to roll his eyes at the sycophant, "and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading."

Elizabeth blushed hotly as she remembered their encounter in the library. She was indignant that he would refer to it.

"I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any."

"Are you so severe upon your own sex, as to doubt the possibility of all this?"

"I never saw such a woman, I never saw such capacity, and taste, and application, and elegance, as you describe, united."

Mrs. Hurst and Miss Caroline both cried out against the injustice of her implied doubt, and were both protesting that they knew many women who answered this description, thinking mainly about themselves. Elizabeth was unconvinced, Charles tried to move past this point in the conversation.

Darcy quietly commented, with a piercing look at Elizabeth, "I have".

"If you will excuse me," Elizabeth said to the no one in particular, wanting to be out of the room, "I shall go check on Miss Bennet."

Both she, and Mr. Darcy thought it strange that Miss Caroline would not be the one to check on her sister. Caroline suffered no such thoughts, revelling in the chance to spend some more time with Darcy away from Eliza Bingley.

The next morning, Mr. Bennet called. Elizabeth thought it odd that the father would call instead of the mother, but Mr. Bennet gladly explained his reasons to her when they were together looking in on Jane.

"I had already inflicted Caroline on you, I could not expect you to put up with Mrs. Bennet and the girls as well."

Lizzy smiled in spite of herself. She was saddened that he would think so about his wife and daughters, but could not help agreeing with him, not to mention silently thanking him.

"I see Jane is in very capable hands, Miss Bingley. Thank you for looking after her so well. It distresses me that Jane does not have a sister of similar understanding and temperament. I believe she is very happy to have you and your brother come into the neighbourhood."

Elizabeth blushed, wishing that they may share a sisterly bond soon enough. "Thank you, Mr. Bennet. Jane is a pleasure to take care of. She never complains, she is constantly grateful, she is the soul of repose."

She escorted him back to where everyone else was.

"Well you have a beautiful house and grounds here, Mr. Bingley. I am sorry to impose on your hospitality, but I fear Jane is still too unwell to bring home."

"Think nothing of it, sir, I am sure she will receive the best attention" Charles responded, eager to please the prospective father-in-law.

"Yes, I am sure of it. Your sister seems an apt nurse. If you are not careful, you will have the entire county mamma's sending their daughters on horseback to sample the famous Netherfield care."

Elizabeth blushed and laughed at the compliment. Charles beamed in pride of his sister. Caroline and Louisa rolled their eyes.

Mr. Bennet noticed his second eldest there, and decided that she no longer needed to be there. In telling the party of this, Caroline and Louisa put up such a fight, that Elizabeth was forced into saying that Caroline was welcome to stay for as long as Jane was unwell.

Mr. Bennet conceded defeat, and as he was saying goodbye, patted Elizabeth on the hand in sympathy. Elizabeth fought down tears at such a fatherly gesture. She did not remember much of her own father. Although he died four years after her mother, he kept himself aloof from the rearing of the children, so she never really knew him. Mr. Bennet seemed the sort of father she could be friends with.

Mr. Darcy noticed this touching exchange and saw the look of yearning in Elizabeth's eyes, and was saddened by it. But there was nothing he could do. He had no father-in-law to offer her.

The next morning at breakfast, with only Charles, Darcy and Elizabeth present (the other ladies were either indisposed (Jane) or it was too early for them to rise yet (Louisa and Caroline)), Charles broached a subject that he had been thinking about recently.

"Elizabeth, do you think it would be too much trouble to hold a Ball here?"

Elizabeth's eyes lit up with pleasure. She had never organised an event of that scale, and saw it as a challenging experience.

"Of course, Charles! What a wonderful idea. I am sure the general populace would welcome it wholeheartedly. Roughly how many people did you have in mind to attend?"

"Oh, I am not sure, at least all the principle landowners. Can you think of anyone else you would like there?

"You will want to invite the Officers, a general invitation should do, apart from Colonel Forster." Darcy added.

Elizabeth was surprised at his compliance, expecting a fight from I-never-dance-Mr. Darcy.

"When were you thinking of holding it?" Elizabeth asked.

"Not before Miss Bennet gets better, but I do not want to wait too long after that. How long do you think it will take to do the invitations and call on our neighbours?"

"You will have to alert your Cook to start preparing the white soup as well." Darcy interjected again.

Elizabeth was amazed that he knew so much about a Ball. She was also slightly miffed at the way he kept saying the things she was going to.

"I can inform Cook after breakfast, and ask her opinion." Elizabeth stated firmly.

Charles grinned foolishly. "Well, it seems that you and Darcy know what to do, how about I leave you two in charge of the preparations?" and with that he rose, leaving two very startled people behind.

Elizabeth was the first to recover. "I assure you, Mr. Darcy, that I am quite capable of seeing to all the preparations for the Ball, and therefore thank you for your offer, but do not require it."

Darcy stopped her as she started to leave. "Miss Bingley, please, be assured that this comes as much a surprise to me, as it does to you. I nevertheless, would be happy to help you. I have not held a Ball at Pemberley for a very long time, but do remember a few things from when my..." he paused and took a painful breath, "my mother last held a Ball."

Elizabeth was moved by the expression in his face when he mentioned his mother. She felt herself softening towards him again.

"Thank you, if you would like to, you are more than welcome to help with the arrangements."

"It will be a pleasure, Miss Bingley." He looked at her deeply, "you will of course, need some spare time to organise a gown to wear."

She did not know whether to be flattered or affronted at the suggestion that she needed to get a new gown made!

He continued, oblivious to her displeasure. "And I would like to ask for the pleasure of the first two dances with you."

Elizabeth looked shocked. Nothing could have shocked her more than his application to dance with her. Not knowing what else to say, she accepted demurely.

Then she remembered something.

"Do you still dislike being introduced to people at a Ball Mr. Darcy and that is why you must ask people that you know in advance?" she challenged as she walked out the door.

Darcy simply smiled, satisfied that he had gained at least two dances from her, and being in charge of the Ball could have its benefits. He would make sure to make the first two dances to be ones he would be sure to enjoy with Miss Bingley.

Throughout the rest of Caroline's stay, Darcy and Elizabeth continued to cross swords with one another. They argued about yielding to the persuasions of a friend, they argued about Charles' style of writing and the rapidity of his thought. They argued without truly understanding why they sparred, other than the need to be in each other's company, and perhaps some mental stimulus that was lacking from other people.

One such argument started simply enough. The party had finished dinner and had retired to the drawing room, where the men had joined them. It was Jane's first night downstairs since her convalescence, and Bingley quickly made his way over to ensure she was warm enough by the fire. With her guest so well cared for, Elizabeth decided that she could finish off the book she had started.

Caroline paced the room, rather bored, but not willing to say so, and vainly attempting to gain Mr. Darcy's attention, by hanging about him. Her figure was elegant, and she walked well; -- but Darcy, at whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious. In the desperation of her feelings she resolved on one effort more; and turning to Elizabeth, said,

"Miss Bingley, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. -- I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude."

Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Caroline succeeded no less in the real object of her civility; Mr. Darcy looked up. He was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth herself could be, and unconsciously closed his book. He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. "What could he mean? she was dying to know what could be his meaning" -- and asked Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him?

"Not at all," was her answer; "but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it."

Miss Caroline, however, was incapable of disappointing Mr. Darcy in any thing, and persevered therefore in requiring an explanation of his two motives.

"I have not the smallest objection to explaining them," said he, as soon as she allowed him to speak. "You either choose this method of passing the evening because you are in each other's confidence, and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking; -- if the first, I should be completely in your way; -- and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire."

"Oh! shocking!" cried Miss Caroline. "I never heard any thing so abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?"

"Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination," said Elizabeth. "We can all plague and punish one another. Tease him -- laugh at him. - Intimate (she rolled her eyes as Caroline tittered excitedly) as you are, you must know how it is to be done."

"But upon my honour I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not yet taught me that. Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind!" Caroline pulled the first two general compliments that came to her, "No, no -- I feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject." The impertinence of the woman! Laughing at such a man! "Mr. Darcy may hug himself."

"Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!" cried Elizabeth, knowing she had laughed at him countless times. "That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintances. I dearly love a laugh."

"Miss Caroline," said he, "has given me credit for more than can be. The wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions, may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke."

"Certainly," replied Elizabeth -- "there are such people, but I hope I am not one of them. I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can. -- But these, I suppose, are precisely what you are without."

"Perhaps that is not possible for any one. But it has been the study of my life to avoid those weaknesses which often expose a strong understanding to ridicule."

"Such as vanity and pride."

"Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride -- where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation."

Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile.

"Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume," said Miss Caroline; -- "and pray what is the result?" she had not really been able to follow the conversation.

"I am perfectly convinced by it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise." Caroline nodded eagerly at this- she could understand and agree completely with that. She then started shaking her head as Darcy contradicted Eliza's statement.

"No" -- said Darcy, "I have made no such pretension. I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. -- It is I believe too little yielding -- certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. -- My good opinion once lost is lost for ever."

"That is a failing indeed!" -- cried Elizabeth. "Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. -- I really cannot laugh at it; you are safe from me."

"There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome."

"And your defect is a propensity to hate every body."

"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them."

"Do let us have a little music," -- cried Miss Caroline, tired of a conversation in which she had no share, and oblivious to the impropriety of her initiating the question. -- "Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst."

Mrs. Hurst made not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was opened. Caroline played tolerably well, but nothing compared with Elizabeth or Georgiana. Darcy, after a few moments recollection, was not sorry for the playing. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention. He had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was with Miss Bingley. But how was one to ignore their hostess?

Elizabeth similarly was feeling frustrated with the constant sparring, and wished, not for the first time, that they really could spar with swords, since it would put one of them out of their misery soon enough. Yet, she could not decide who was winning in their arguments, and that frustrated her all the more.

To think I actually have to dance with this man! How will I ever survive?

Chapter Five: A Discovery

Posted on Friday, 16 August 2002

Jane Bennet let Elizabeth know the next morning that she was fit to travel, and Elizabeth, after much pleading, agreed to let her go. Jane asked that Caroline would see her, and used her eldest sister status, as well as some newly acquired firmness from Elizabeth, to put Caroline in her place and demand that she go pack her things.

Elizabeth offered the carriage, which was gratefully accepted since Jane knew that if she applied for Longbourn's carriage, her mother would deny it in the hope that Jane and Caroline to would be forced to stay a few days longer.

Elizabeth said a teary farewell to Jane, promising to call on her in a few days time to see how she was faring. Caroline sullenly got into the carriage, annoyed that she had not secured a marriage proposal, or even a dance at the upcoming Ball, from Mr. Darcy.

Darcy watched Elizabeth as she said goodbye to her guests, and wished instead that she were going away. How could he survive living with her in the same house, without being with her. Not that I want to! he reminded himself curtly. She is unsuitable as Mistress of Pemberley. Lady Catherine would fall off her chair if she found out that I was contemplating marriage to a woman in trade. But I'm not contemplating marriage to her, or anyone else!.

He spent the next few days in the library.

Unfortunately for Elizabeth, this meant that she could not use the library as she was frequently wanting to. She determined that she would never be alone in the library with Mr. Darcy again. She could not trust his behaviour. You could not trust your own behaviour either! she begrudgingly acknowledged.

So the few days passed before Elizabeth was to visit Jane. She spent some time with Miss Lucas, whom she now called Charlotte, and they also became good friends. She also visited with Charles to extend invitations to the Ball. They had left the Bennet's invitation to last, paying a particular attention to the family, considering that Bingley was determined to open the Ball with Jane Bennet.

Elizabeth and Charles had decided that they would meet at Meryton to go on to Longbourn. Elizabeth needed to make some final adjustments to her Ball gown, and so walked into the village, much to her sister's horror, that morning.

As she was coming out of the dressmaker's shop, she bumped into all five Bennet sisters and a young man, who, from his clothes, looked to belong to the cloth.

And Mr. Collins, as was the gentleman's name when Jane introduced him, did. He was minister to a small Hunsford community that had the blessed patronage of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Elizabeth had never been so amused in her entire life, as she was when Mr. Collins attached himself to her- a young, fashionable lady- and expounded his patronesses many virtues.

They stood by the road for some time, Lizzy's amusement at Mr. Collins quickly wearing thin. Jane tried her best to steer the conversation away from chimneypieces and windows, but Mr. Collins was very persevering and always managed to bring whatever topic they were discussing back to Lady Catherine and her condescension.

"Did you find the dressmaker satisfactory, Miss Bingley?" Jane spoke up quickly as Mr. Collins paused for breath after proclaiming Lady Catherine's windows to be just the right height as befitted a lady wishing to look out and view her wonderful park.

Elizabeth quelled a smile, and replied "Madame. - seemed to be able to understand exactly what I wanted. She certainly has a talent for trimming a gown in such understated elegance."

Jane nodded, but was interrupted by her cousin before she could speak.

"Yes, trimmings make the gown, Lady Catherine was condescendingly explaining to me one afternoon, after finding that I was lacking" with a humble duck of the head, "in this area of female delicacy. She expounded the virtue of lace to be used sparingly, for," he cleared his throat, his voice becoming slightly higher as he remembered her exact words (he had misplaced his little book that he usually wrote down her speeches to him in), "'a lady must never appear ridiculous. Feathers and lace and other such trimmings should only be used of those ladies in the highest sphere of society. Indeed had Miss De Bourgh not been allergic to feathers, she would have worn them truly proficiently.'" This speech was accompanied with much bobbing of his head. He then looked around and then a thought darted to his head, almost as if from heaven itself, that he may have offended his fair cousins and their wealthy friend.

"Of course, my dear cousins, and you Miss Bingley, would all wear feathers nearly equally as well as Miss De Bourgh, although you must allow that being the daughter of such an esteemed gentlewoman, she would always look much better. Especially my Cousin Caroline," with a look and a pull on her arm that she was forced to enter into their conversation, "would look stunning in a feather cap." Caroline blushed at such flattery. Perhaps Mr. Collins was not so bad after all?

Mr. Collins smiled, prodigiously pleased as another of his delicate little comments pleased a young lady. He expounded on just how well Caroline would look, "a large peacock feather I think in a turban style bonnet that would match the purple gown she would wear so befittingly."

Caroline extricated her arm from Mr. Collins' simpering grip. Purple?! she humphed, was the man blind? You could not wear orange with purple! And I would not give up my orange gowns for all the feathers in China.

Her cutting response (and subsequent ridicule as the feathers and other exotic fashions originated in India, not China) was never said however. Lydia was screaming across the way, to Captain Denny.

He promptly came over, bringing with him a young, handsome man dressed smartly in a blue coat.

"He would be more handsome in regimentals." Kitty proclaimed, a tad loudly.

"Oh he will be, Miss Kitty." Captain Denny proclaimed as they drew a bit nearer. He then made the introductions, allowing Jane to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bingley and their cousin Mr. Collins.

Mr. Wickham was the Officer-to-be, and he instantly weighed up the ladies in front of him. They were all pleasant looking girls, Miss Mary less so than the others. Miss Jane Bennet was angelically beautiful, but a bit too placid and serene for his tastes. Miss Caroline was a bit too tall and... well orange. Lydia and Kitty seemed the sort of girls who could be led on a merry chase, but once Wickham saw Miss Bingley, he decided there and then who had his preference.

Smiling disarmingly, he approached Miss Bingley and introduced himself again, engaging her in pleasant conversation for about five minutes. Elizabeth thought him charming, although she was instantly wary of him, being accustomed by this time to men who wished to prop up their dwindling fortunes, or make themselves a fortune through her dowry. Still, he was the most interesting gentleman she had met in a while, and therefore was quite annoyed at being taken away from Jane and Mr. Wickham so quickly.

For, during their pleasant chat, her brother and Mr. Darcy, who had decided to accompany them to Longbourn, passed by. Bingley, instantly dismounted to greet Jane and ask after her health. He nodded to Wickham who was speaking with his sister. Darcy also was looking at Elizabeth. It had been half a day since he had last saw her, and he drank in the sight of her. Until he saw him.

He could not have been less prepared for the sight of That Man than he could a physical blow. To make it worse, his Elizabeth was staring smilingly up at him. Wickham looked around, and met his gaze. Elizabeth happening to see the countenance of both as they looked at each other, was all astonishment at the effect of the meeting. Both changed colour, one looked white, the other red. Mr. Wickham, after a few moments, touched his hat -- a salutation which Mr. Darcy just deigned to return. What could be the meaning of it? -- It was impossible to imagine; it was impossible not to long to know.

Darcy did not know what to do. He could not speak to that blackguard, but he should not leave Miss Bingley in that fiends clutches, especially since she was eligible enough to be a serious target. Darcy stood for a few moments in turmoil, and then acted as he was always wont to- he turned and rode away. Wickham could not help a small smile of triumph cross his lips. Darcy was ever the coward, never one for confrontation until backed into a corner with nowhere to turn. Wickham had seen the look of desire on Darcy's face when looking at Miss Bingley, and this only spurred his own intentions towards the lovely lady on.

Bingley, by now alerted to the fact that Darcy had ridden his horse along, apologised to Miss Bennet, and came to collect his sister. Elizabeth was dying to know what it was between the two men, and so was disappointed at being separated from the more congenial of the two. But she took Charles' hand, as he walked his mount.

Once they had reached the outskirts of Meryton, Elizabeth started inquiring into Mr. Darcy's acquaintance with Mr. Wickham.

Bingley could not tell her anything, other than the fact that he faintly remembered Darcy speaking of a Mr. Wickham being the late steward of his fathers.

"He spoke disparagingly of the son, whom I presume is this Mr. Wickham. I don't know why, Elizabeth, so don't ask me!" Charles laughingly interpreting the look on Elizabeth's face correctly. "Lizzy, don't go prying into other people's business. I am sure Darcy has a good reason to dislike Mr. Wickham. I would trust Darcy's judgment any day."

Elizabeth was not satisfied. "Which is what I am worried about Charles. I do not understand your friendship with Mr. Darcy. He seems very unsociable and severe. Would it not be wise to trust your own judgment in things other than being persuaded by your friend to see his way?"

Charles laughed. "Lizzy, do you remember the argument you had with Darcy the other night- about being persuaded to stay an extra night by a friend. You were the one defending the right of the person to be persuaded by his friend, and now you are claiming Darcy's side by saying it is wrong of me to be inclined to listen to my friend's opinions."

Elizabeth blushed at his interpretation of the matter. Sometimes Louisa and she had the tendency to underrate Charles' ability to look after himself. But that is only because he tends to do so himself, by inviting Mr. Darcy to tell him what he should do!

"Point taken Charles, but then again, I was meaning it in the context of two friends who knew each other very well and were similarly disposed, and had only the best intentions for each other."

Charles squeezed her hand, "Then rest assured Lizzy, Darce and I are the best of friends."

A few days later, her fluctuating opinion of Mr. Darcy was to take a dive. On one of her many walks to clear her mind of the upcoming Ball preparations, she happened across Mr. Wickham. That it took her by surprise was apparent, but it really was no surprise for him.

As Elizabeth had not dared ask Mr. Darcy for an account of his dealings with Mr. Wickham, and however inappropriate a subject it was to broach, it was the one which Elizabeth had been fixated on for some time.

He immediately greeted her, and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on the weather, and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker.

He had been walking, taking in the beauty of the county and was happy to escort Miss Bingley on her walk home. Mr. Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that gentleman. Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton; and, after receiving her answer, asked in a hesitating manner how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.

"About a month, he came a little after my brother and I settled here" said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."

"Yes," replied Wickham; -- "his estate there is a noble one. A clear ten thousand per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that head than myself -- for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy."

Elizabeth could not but look surprised.

"You may well be surprised, Miss Bingley, at such an assertion, after seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting yesterday. -- Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy?" This was what Wickham wanted to know. Being the sister of one of Darcy's closest friends, Wickham thought that she would be warned off seeing him, but as she did not seem to be overly concerned by his presence, and was actively talking with him, he supposed it possible that the Darcy pride would not let Elizabeth in on the secret. And if that were the case, Wickham would strike.

"A little," Elizabeth said hesitantly, not really understanding her relationship with Darcy, -- "I have spent over a month in the same house with him, and I still do not know whether he is proud, disagreeable, or merely silent."

"I have no right to give my opinion," said Wickham, "as to his being agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one. I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for me to be impartial. But I believe your opinion of him would in general astonish -- and perhaps you would not express it quite so strongly anywhere else."

"I do not know, I believe he is not at all overwhelmingly liked in Hertfordshire. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one."

"I cannot pretend to be sorry," said Wickham, after a short interruption, "that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts; but with him I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen."

"I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered man." Wickham only shook his head.

"I wonder," said he, helping her over a stile, "whether he is likely to be in this country much longer."

"I do not at all know; but I have heard nothing of his going away any time soon. I hope your plans in favour of the ----shire will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood."

"Oh! no -- it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding him but what I might proclaim to all the world; a sense of very great ill-usage, and most painful regrets at his being what he is. His father, Miss Bingley, the late Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend I ever had; and I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behaviour to myself has been scandalous; but I verily believe I could forgive him any thing and every thing, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the memory of his father."

Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase, and listened with all her heart; but the delicacy of it prevented farther inquiry.

Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics, Meryton, the neighbourhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, with gentle but very intelligible gallantry.

"It was the prospect of constant society, and good society," he added, "which was my chief inducement to enter the ----shire. I knew it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me farther by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintance Meryton had procured them. Society, I own, is necessary to me. I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude. I must have employment and society. A military life is not what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible. The church ought to have been my profession -- I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now."

"Indeed!"

"Yes -- the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me. I cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply, and thought he had done it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere."

"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how could that be? -- How could his will be disregarded? -- Why did not you seek legal redress?"

"There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honour could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it -- or to treat it as a merely conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it by extravagance, imprudence, in short any thing or nothing. Certain it is, that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man; and no less certain is it, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done any thing to deserve to lose it. I have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may perhaps have sometimes spoken my opinion of him, and to him, too freely. I can recall nothing worse. But the fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me."

"This is quite shocking! -- He deserves to be publicly disgraced."

"Some time or other he will be -- but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him."

Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them.

"But what," said she after a pause, "can have been his motive? -- what can have induced him to behave so cruelly?"

"A thorough, determined dislike of me -- a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better; but his father's uncommon attachment to me, irritated him I believe very early in life. He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood -- the sort of preference which was often given me."

"I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this -- though I have never entirely liked him, I had not thought so very ill of him -- I had supposed him to be despising his fellow-creatures in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity as this!"

After a few minutes reflection, however, she continued, "I do remember his boasting one day, at Netherfield, of the implacability of his resentments, of his having an unforgiving temper. His disposition must be dreadful."

"I will not trust myself on the subject," replied Wickham, "I can hardly be just to him."

Elizabeth was again deep in thought, and after a time exclaimed, "To treat in such a manner, the godson, the friend, the favourite of his father!" -- She could have added, "A young man too, like you, whose very countenance may vouch for your being amiable" -- but she contented herself with "And one, too, who had probably been his own companion from childhood, connected together, as I think you said, in the closest manner!"

"We were born in the same parish, within the same park, the greatest part of our youth was passed together; inmates of the same house, sharing the same amusements, objects of the same parental care. My father began life in the legal profession, but he gave up every thing to be of use to the late Mr. Darcy, and devoted all his time to the care of the Pemberley property. He was most highly esteemed by Mr. Darcy, a most intimate, confidential friend. Mr. Darcy often acknowledged himself to be under the greatest obligations to my father's active superintendence, and when immediately before my father's death, Mr. Darcy gave him a voluntary promise of providing for me, I am convinced that he felt it to be as much a debt of gratitude to him, as of affection to myself."

"How strange!" cried Elizabeth. "How abominable! -- I wonder that the very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you! -- If from no better motive, that he should not have been too proud to be dishonest, -- for dishonesty I must call it."

"It is wonderful," -- replied Wickham, -- "for almost all his actions may be traced to pride; -- and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling. But we are none of us consistent; and in his behaviour to me, there were stronger impulses even than pride."

"Can such abominable pride as his, have ever done him good?"

"Yes. It has often led him to be liberal and generous, -- to give his money freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants, and relieve the poor. Family pride, and filial pride, for he is very proud of what his father was, have done this. Not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a powerful motive. He has also brotherly pride, which with some brotherly affection, makes him a very kind and careful guardian of his sister; and you will hear him generally cried up as the most attentive and best of brothers."

"What sort of a girl is Miss Darcy,?"

He shook his head. -- "I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy. But she is too much like her brother, -- very, very proud. -- As a child, she was affectionate and pleasing, and extremely fond of me; and I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement. But she is nothing to me now. She is a handsome girl, about fifteen or sixteen, and, I understand, highly accomplished. Since her father's death, her home has been London, where a lady lives with her, and superintends her education."

After many pauses and many trials of other subjects, Elizabeth could not help reverting once more to the first, and saying,

"I am further astonished at his intimacy with my brother! I have often wondered at how he can have a truly amiable friendship with such a man. How can they suit each other? He is a sweet tempered, amiable, charming man. He cannot know what Mr. Darcy is."

"Probably not; -- but Mr. Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not want abilities. He can be a conversable companion if he thinks it worth his while. Among those who are at all his equals in consequence, he is a very different man from what he is to the less prosperous. His pride never deserts him; but with the rich, he is liberal-minded, just, sincere, rational, honourable, and perhaps agreeable, -- allowing something for fortune and figure. Have you never seen Mr. Darcy being agreeable towards yourself?"

Elizabeth paused a moment. "Yes," she conceded, "Mr. Darcy can be a pleasant companion." She coloured as she remembered that day in the library.

Wickham decided to throw his final punch. "Yes, Mr. Darcy is often uncommonly charming to beautiful, eligible ladies, such as yourself" Elizabeth blushed at his compliment, "although for how long they feel his patronage is entirely up to his fancy for them, and often falls short of how long they need his patronage."

Elizabeth looked up shocked at what he was implying. But if it was true, it put the events in the library in a much more sinister light. If she had not refused him, could she have been one of these women dependent on his benevolence?

It was shocking. Too shocking to believe, and yet why would Mr. Wickham say such slander?

"Of course, he could not marry any of these ladies, even if he had wanted to, since he is intended for his cousin." On seeing Elizabeth's startled look, he continued. "Did you not know that Lady Catherine de Bourgh (the patroness of that fellow Collins yesterday) and Lady Anne Darcy were sisters; consequently that she is aunt to the present Mr. Darcy."

"No, indeed, I did not. -- I knew nothing at all of Lady Catherine's connections. I never heard of her existence till the day before yesterday."

"Her daughter, Miss de Bourgh, will have a very large fortune, and it is believed that she and her cousin will unite the two estates."

This information made Elizabeth smile, as she thought of poor Miss Caroline. Vain indeed must be all her attentions, vain and useless her praise of himself, if he was already self-destined to another.

"Mr. Collins," said she, "speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and her daughter; but from some particulars that he has related of her ladyship, I suspect his gratitude misleads him, and that in spite of her being his patroness, she is an arrogant, conceited woman."

"I believe her to be both in a great degree," replied Wickham; "I have not seen her for many years, but I very well remember that I never liked her, and that her manners were dictatorial and insolent. She has the reputation of being remarkably sensible and clever; but I rather believe she derives part of her abilities from her rank and fortune, part from her authoritative manner, and the rest from the pride of her nephew, who chooses that every one connected with him should have an understanding of the first class."

By this time, they were within the grounds of Netherfield, and Wickham, not wanting Darcy to catch him poisoning Miss Bingley's mind against him, bade her good bye.

Elizabeth knew not what to think. She had never thought Mr. Darcy capable of this- such unchristian ingratitude to his father and jealousy of Mr. Wickham. What he had said about his treatment of women was only too believable considering what he had tried to do in the library with her. As much as it pained her to dislike any of Charles' friends, she was now determined in her dislike of Mr. Darcy and was determined to avoid him for the rest of his stay. She remembered the two dances with dismay and thought vainly of some way to break the engagement. But barring physical injury, she could not, and therefore she decided that the dances would be the only time of interaction between him and her.

First of all, however, she needed to find some way to break the news to Charles, so he could help her throw him out of the house.

Chapter Six: The Netherfield Ball

Posted on Sunday, 25 August 2002

It was the night of the Ball, and Elizabeth paced nervously. She had lost somewhat of her initial hatred of Mr. Darcy in the few days between the talk with Mr. Wickham and the Ball. Speaking to Charles was useless, he blindly went along with anything and everything Mr. Darcy said, without questioning his judgment. The only unsatisfying part of the discussion, besides Charles' inability to throw Mr. Darcy out of the house, was his final remarks in rebutting her earlier question of blindly following. Charles had said that she was blindly following Mr. Wickham's recital of events.

Elizabeth refused to concede Charles' point, however it continued to haunt her. Mr. Wickham had spoken with such feeling, there was truth in all his looks, he was such an amiable man, he had given particulars of events and circumstances, how could he be doubted?

Then Charles had become concerned that Elizabeth was blinding herself with her like of one man and the dislike of another. That was easy to laugh off. Elizabeth was nothing if not discerning. She never let her prejudices cloud her judgment.

Unsatisfied, she paced about her room. She was completely ready, as she should be, having retired extremely early to prepare. She had been determined to do anything to avoid Mr. Darcy. Even the extra precautions she took to make herself look even more presentable did not take her longer than an extra hour. Elizabeth was usually not so concerned with her appearance, but she felt it important as hostess of the Ball, and in the hope that Mr. Wickham would not be scared off by Mr. Darcy's presence, and dance with her.

Indeed, he had said that it was not for him to go away, but for Mr. Darcy to avoid his society.

Darcy was likewise pacing about his room, also having been ready for a good part of an hour. He was frustrated by his feelings. For the last week he had determined to avoid Miss Bingley's company for as much as possible, and instead of feeling satisfied at his success, he was further downcast. He also believed that she was avoiding him as well, and could not understand it.

Surely she could not dislike me? Admittedly, we have always argued, but this week she has even refrained from arguing with me. He sighed in frustration at the time when he had purposely said something controversial in an attempt to elicit a reaction from her.

Instead of retorting back, she had looked shocked and immediately left the room. He tried to remember what it was about. Something about reminding her of the time in the library, and what a brother should do if he ever caught his sister in such a position. He chuckled in memory. The library scene was one that he carried with him, both as a reminder of her bewitching presence and as a warning to him letting his emotions carrying him away.

But she had not chuckled. She had turned red, as if angry, and left him. Without saying anything, which was unusual for her.

Well tonight he would be his most pleasant. After a week of avoiding her, he was determined to enjoy her presence. It would be one of his last chances to, since he needed to leave for London for a few days to check up on Georgiana and check with his steward on some business. It was also his chance to try and forget Miss Elizabeth Bingley.

But tonight, tonight he would let himself fully enjoy her beauty. Smiling in anticipation of the first dances, having chosen them himself, he checked his appearance one last time before spending the last few hours immersed in a book in the library.

Elizabeth was quickly tiring of greeting the many guests. Taking a much-needed respite from smiling when the Bennet's were announced, she nodded calmly to Mrs. Bennet, gravely (with a twinkle in her eyes) to Mr. Bennet. She warmly greeted Jane, hoping that her stay tonight would be much nicer than her previous stay. She listened to Mr. Collins for as long as she could. Miss Kitty and Lydia did not acknowledge the bare nod they received from their hosts, as they quickly scampered off to meet the officers.

Mr. Wickham had not come, another sore point with Elizabeth, he had instead given a message to Captain Denny to deliver to her, intimating that the only reason why he did not attend was the possible embarrassment to her and her brother with regards to an encounter with Mr. Darcy in their home. She wondered at his forbearance, and lost any real hope of true pleasure for the evening. The little voice in the back of her mind, questioned his earlier remark at not being frightened away by Mr. Darcy, but she silenced it by admiring his consideration.

As the first dance was announced, Bingley welcomed his guests, again and led the set with Jane. As Mr. Darcy came up to claim her hand, he looked at her with such intensity that her body betrayed her by flushing with pleasure. He in turn, smiled down at her gently, and hoped that she would approve of his choice of dance.

Thus the first dance opened with 'Mr. Beveridge's Maggot'. Darcy had thought it extremely appropriate since Elizabeth and he always seemed to be sparring with each other. The dance had a lot of stamping feet, coming together and parting. Some of the turns the dance required of them were similar to the turns of a matador. It gave him the sense of combat as well as dancing, and he hoped Elizabeth would understand. *

Elizabeth did understand all too well. She had an excellent understanding of music and dance, and she was affronted at the thought that Darcy thought of her as some sort of animal to tease and lead on a merry little dance. Her anger transmitted itself in her dancing, and so she was extremely energetic.

Darcy completely misunderstood her seeming enthusiasm, and smiled in complacency. She had understood him, and appreciated the fighting nature of the dance, and their relationship.

Unfortunately (for him), or fortunately (for her), the dance required many partings and so little was spoken of, and the topics that they did speak of were of little consequence and tersely answered by Elizabeth.

The first dance over, Darcy was slightly nervous as to what would be Elizabeth's reaction to hearing the next dance, indeed, what would be the reaction of the populace in general?

As the first strains of the scandalous waltz flew through the room, there were many gasps of astonishment. Jane and Bingley, both surprised at the dance, did not back away however and spent their time together pleasantly.

Caroline Bennet was green with envy at not dancing such a dance with Mr. Darcy, having been made to promise her first two dances to her cousin, Mr. Collins.

Elizabeth could not believe her ears, and desperately thought of a way to extricate herself. She looked in disbelief to Darcy.

"How could you?" she hissed as he approached her. She knew very well how he dared, considering her information from Mr. Wickham. "This is a scandalous dance, I am surprised that you suggested such to the musicians!" As much as she disliked the knowledge that the responsibility for having such a dance would fall on her, she would have been more content if she was dancing it with anyone else. Mr. Bennet would even do! Mr. Wickham, of course, being preferable.

Darcy smiled, almost tenderly as the moment he had awaited for over a week came. He had ordered the musicians to double the length of the dance, and he was going to cherish every moment of it.

He could not help a small smile of satisfaction as he slipped his arm around Elizabeth's waist, whilst his other hand clasped her own. She lightly placed her free hand on his shoulder. She did know how to dance it after all. It had been introduced into French society whilst she was studying there before the war.

She could not disregard her feelings at being held this way. It was the most romantic dance she had ever beheld. She was just angry that he was the one dancing it with her. Her body was in direct conflict with her mind however. She vainly tried to make herself believe that she would feel such a tingling emotion in the pit of her stomach with anyone, that it was not Darcy that was affecting her this way.

As the dancers started dancing, it was obvious that not many people knew how the dance went, or refrained from dancing it. Many ladies were enviously looking at Miss Bingley's good fortune of having snared the handsomest man in the room, who coincidently did know how to dance it properly.

Jane and Charles also did a fair job, but they were too busy quietly talking to notice that apart from Darcy and Elizabeth, there were not more than five other couples dancing. And that the couple who was being given the centre of attention was, for once, not themselves, but his sister and best friend.

Mr. Bennet smiled smugly as he saw Darcy and Elizabeth flawlessly moving in sync to the music. He noted with some small concern that Elizabeth was not looking as well pleased as her suitor. But, as usual, he chose to ignore it, and instead watched as Caroline tried to dance it with William Collins. He had never been entertained half so much in his entire life. Collins had danced the first with Caroline, often stepping wrongly and out of turn which made him apologise profusely to Caroline and anyone else who would listen (which often meant his words went unheeded).

But the diversion Mr. Bennet received on seeing his cousin turn purple with indecision as the first strains of the waltz floated across the floor was bliss. It seemed that Reverend William Collins could not make up his mind whether he should say something about such a scandalous dance (what would Lady Catherine say if she heard that he had attended a Ball with the waltz being played?) or his desire to please his most amiable cousin, especially since he would be allowed to hold her so very close, and try to impress upon her his own wonderful qualities- up close.

Having found out that his most noble patroness' nephew, Mr. Darcy was also in attendance, quieted his unease, although he still attempted to impress upon those around him the dangers of dancing such a dance with a strange partner. Then once he was satisfied that many couples took his most excellent advise, he turned to his fair partner.

"Mr. Collins," Caroline spoke, hope at escaping a second painful dance with her cousin rising when she heard his advice, "it does you great credit to speak thus, and let me join you in saying how inappropriate such a dance is and assure you that I have no desire to dance it at all! To think that Mr. Bingley, who is so amiable, would allow such a dance to be played at his Ball, although I am sure the hostess (with a jealous look at Elizabeth in Darcy's arms) is the most to blame."

Mr. Collins was gratified that his cousin felt like he did on such topics, but he was not about to relinquish his chance to show her, and her parents how attentive and obliging he was.

"Be assured my dear Cousin Caroline that your reluctance does you credit, but since it is not objected to by your parents," with a quick motion towards where Mr. Bennet and Mrs. Bennet were standing, one looking amused, the other oblivious to everything but her gloating over Jane and Mr. Bingley to Lady Lucas, "and since we are not strangers, but are more closely related (with a leer) by blood, and other familial feelings, I venture to declare that there is nothing I would enjoy more than to dance with you!"

And without waiting for a reply, Mr. Collins clasped her close, and Caroline shuddered at the unpleasant odour that wafted beneath her nose (she was a tall lady, and her cousin was not the tallest of men). Of course, Mr. Collins merely took her shudder to be a ladylike response practiced by elegant females. He briefly wondered how it would feel to have Miss De Bourgh as closely as he held his cousin (which was a deal closer than required by the dance). She is not quite so tall, and I do not appreciate orange as a colour for a garment. Lady Catherine would never let her daughter wear such a... bright... colour. He quickly schooled his thoughts from that direction, and devoted all his considerable amount of attention on the lady that was in his arms.

As could be expected he was no better at dancing the waltz than he was the previous dance and so they moved unevenly and kept bumping into each other, and the other couples, even though there were so few on the dance floor. Charlotte Lucas who was happy to be dancing at all, let alone with a charming officer, laughed merrily with her partner, Captain Denny, as Mr. Collins and Caroline yet again bumped into them, nearly tearing her dress. Captain Denny saw how pretty Miss Lucas could look with a smile on her face and laughter in her eyes, and was determined to get to know her better.

But back to our main couple.

"How did you find France when you were there, Miss Bingley?" Darcy asked her, in a vain attempt to initiate some sort of friendly conversation.

Elizabeth, fighting the urge to rest her cheek against Darcy's chest, decided that carrying a conversation would be just the thing to distract her from her attraction. She realised that if this was how Darcy wooed his women, she could certainly understand why he was so successful. She was even slowly warming to him, even after being made aware of his bad character.

"I liked France very much. They have some of the best music teachers there." Lizzy smiled, wondering where he was going with the conversation. What did he hope to glean from her, where was the next attack going to be?

"Your sister did not go to school in France?" Darcy persisted, needing to know more about this beautiful woman in his arms.

"No," Elizabeth laughed, sending shivers of pleasure up Darcy's spine, "Louisa was never one for studying, and was content with some first rate education in London. She has always been more interested in the latest fashion and intrigues in London to worry too much about anything other than gaining the standard accomplishments."

"But you were not?" Darcy smiled disarmingly, knowing that Elizabeth was far superior to the typical woman of the Ton.

Elizabeth looked quizzically at Darcy, especially his smile- Is this supposed to divert me from concentrating on my answers, so he could find fault somewhere? Does he not understand how his mere presence so close to me drives me to distraction? Treacherous senses! she screamed to herself. You are supposed to despise him!

"Yes, I enjoyed reading and studying history and art. I also have a passion for music, and was recommended to go to France for further tuition." The sentence came out more of a challenge, than a reply, as if she was daring him to despise her.

"Your love of music certainly shows in your playing. The other night at the Lucas' I had never heard that piece played so well."

Elizabeth blushed slightly, and then got angry with herself for letting his words affect her so deeply. "Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I believe Miss Darcy plays the pianoforte exquisitely. Charles has often commented that she plays very well for such a young lady."

Darcy warmed up to his topic, "Yes, Georgiana finds solace and consolation in her music. She devotes much energy into perfecting every performance."

Before they could continue with the conversation, they were interrupted by Sir William Lucas, congratulating them on such superior dancing, and intimating that it would not be long before they would be dancing again, glancing slyly at Charles and Miss Bennet and winking.

Darcy was so surprised he nearly missed the next movement in the dance, causing Elizabeth to step away from him because he did not follow. Charles and Miss Bennet? he wondered. When did this occur? Could Charles really be serious about her? It is obvious the rest of Hertfordshire thinks so. How could such an obvious piece of news startle him? He cursed himself for his neglect of Charles. You were too busy enjoying the charms of his sister!

Elizabeth wondered at Mr. Darcy's sudden silence. Sir William was a bit vulgar in his comments, but did not say anything out of the common. She was looking forward to congratulating Charles on his engagement to Jane. She was not sure whether she was looking forward to dancing with Mr. Darcy again however, no matter the event. Just as he chooses! He is a very whimsical fellow, one minute being extremely pleasant, for a change, the next being his usual, silent and solemn self. Hateful man! Elizabeth rolled her eyes and continued dancing. At least the dance is nearly over. I can get away from his nerve-wracking closeness.

As the final bars lingered through the air, the dancers clapped enthusiastically, declaring the waltz to be a success. Many young ladies went home later, determined to learn it so the next time, they too could dance.

Elizabeth was not one of those ladies. She was busy reprimanding herself for betraying Mr. Wickham in her pleasure at being in Mr. Darcy's arms.

Darcy was also reprimanding himself- for not seeing Bingley's inappropriate attachment to Miss Bennet, as well as for not fully enjoying the last minutes of his dance with Miss Bingley. He wondered if she had any inkling of her brother and Miss Bennet's supposed attachment. Perhaps he should ask her?

But when he returned her to her friend Miss Lucas, she curtly thanked him for the dances and turned around dismissing him. To say that he was hurt was an understatement. But the pain was soon replaced with anger about being so dismissed by her.

He spent the rest of the night, trying to forget Elizabeth's presence by prowling about finding as much information on Miss Bennet and her family as he could, as well as closely monitoring her behaviour, trying to ascertain her feelings towards his friend. Unfortunately for Darcy, Miss Bennet spent much of her time conversing with Elizabeth, and so he found his task more difficult than planned. Then there were the times that Elizabeth was escorted to the dance floor by the many admiring gentlemen in the room. She seemed to attract the attention of the officers especially, and he was glad that Wickham had decided not to rear his ugly head.

Elizabeth did not enjoy the rest of her evening. She conversed with Charlotte, and when available Jane, but her discussions with Charlotte were unsatisfactory. After informing her somewhat on the information regarding Mr. Darcy, Charlotte calmly stated that Elizabeth would be a simpleton indeed to let her fancy for a poor officer such as Mr. Wickham cloud her relationship with a man of much more means. Especially a man who was so closely united with her family, and had the trust of her brother. This warning, from the voice of Reason, made Elizabeth stop and wonder for the first time whether Mr. Wickham could be another fortune hunter. But what would be his motive in setting her against Darcy? Mr. Wickham had not made any unseemly advances towards her, Mr. Darcy had. Mr. Wickham's intimation that Mr. Darcy was a horrible flirt, and possibly worse, was a way of warning her, she believed. He had acted generously and without any emotional outbursts. Is it odd that a man of such understanding and feeling be quite unemotional when relating his tale of woe? As if it was rehearsed. Elizabeth had certainly felt high emotion upon hearing of Mr. Darcy's unchristian actions, and yet Mr. Wickham was very calm throughout it all. Could such pleasantness be a cover for duplicity? Elizabeth was hard pressed to refute the possibility. Perhaps Mr. Wickham told it dispassionately to hide his aggrieved emotions or so as not to upset her. She then remembered all the times that Darcy had acted haughty and in exactly the same manner that Mr. Wickham had accused him off, and she meditated on the pleasant way he had chosen her out of all the other Bennet ladies. She shook of these meditations and attended to what Charlotte was saying.

They also argued about Jane's feelings for Charles. Charlotte insisted that her feelings were too guarded, and that Jane had better be more explicit otherwise Charles may be unaware of her regard. Elizabeth disagreed, saying that if she could notice Jane's feelings, she was sure her brother could. Charlotte was then asked to dance by Captain Denny again, and Elizabeth smiled with delight at the attention her friend was receiving.

Caroline Bennet, too, on hearing of Eliza's favourite officer (she never found out how Caroline knew), came to offer some insincere advice, pressing Eliza to marry Mr. Wickham quickly before other ladies snatched him up (in the hopes that this would leave Mr. Darcy for herself).

She spoke with Mr. Bennet for a while as well, but could not put up with Mrs. Bennet's or Mr. Collins' fawning for long. When Mr. Collins asked for a dance with her, she declared herself to be tired, and therefore was subjected to sit out the remaining dances.

Miss Lydia and Kitty Bennet flirted constantly with the officers, Lydia actually grabbing and running around with one of their cutlasses. Miss Mary Bennet's performance on the pianoforte was lacking, and even Mr. Bennet managed to embarrass his family by his cruel comments to his daughters. Caroline tried several times to convince Mr. Darcy to dance with her, sometimes in the most suggestive terms. Mrs. Bennet lorded over the other matrons, already seeing Jane as Mistress. Elizabeth had never felt such shame on behalf of another as she did for Jane. This did not affect her desire to have her as a sister in law, merely her desire that Charles find another house to live in at the other end of the country.

And so ended a promising night. By the time all the guests had departed, Lizzy was in an extremely cranky mood, and even snapped at Charles when he reminded her that he would be away for about three days, as he was visiting his solicitor in London. The only good thing was the revelation that Mr. Darcy would be also leaving with Charles in the morning.

A few days of quiet, without that bothersome man to affect her senses, was exactly what Elizabeth needed.

*Actually adapted from The Making of P&P

Chapter Seven: Sister or Friend?

Posted on Thursday, 29 August 2002

Elizabeth was extremely displeased at her sister's proposition. She knew exactly how the locals would see this. It would seem as if Mr. Bingley and company were deserting Hertfordshire for good. Considering that was Louisa's intention, Elizabeth conceded that she would get it.

Elizabeth did not leave without a fight, though, and it was only with the realisation that she would be left alone, in the large house, that prompted her to fall in with her sister's plans.

She was not willing however to further her sister's cause by trying to sway Charles' attentions away from Jane Bennet. She was also indignant at her sister's suggestion that was the same reason why Mr. Darcy left for London with Charles.

Elizabeth knew how to deal with Mr. Darcy's influence, and she was hoping that her own influence and opinions would be able to sway Charles in Jane's favour. She dwelt on her plan of attack throughout the trip to London that day. She dwelt on the pain she may have caused Jane in her letter conveying her regret at leaving, but the hope that she would be back within the neighbourhood with her brother in a few days.

Once they arrived in London, Elizabeth lost no time in going to her brother's Townhouse, only to catch Mr. Darcy in the very act of dissuading his friend by pointing out the disadvantages of a union to Jane Bennet. Her brother looked hopelessly swamped by all the arguments.

Each man reacted differently to her presence. Bingley perked up a bit, knowing that Lizzy would support his decision. Darcy looked crestfallen, knowing that there would be an unwanted clash with Elizabeth over Jane Bennet. He did however note to himself how beautiful an angry Elizabeth looked, and steeled himself for the first blow.

But it did not come. Elizabeth looked him up and down challengingly, and then turned to her brother as if nothing was amiss, and asked him how his business with his attorney went.

Charles smiled at her and replied that he had yet to visit him, he had planned to go on the morrow. He then asked her why she was there.

"Louisa and Mr. Hurst decided to come to London for a while, and I could not be left by myself, so I accompanied them and will wait for your business to conclude before accompanying you back to Netherfield." Elizabeth smiled sweetly at Darcy (as he tried to dislodge the thought that he could have been there, alone with Elizabeth whilst Bingley and the Hursts were in London).

Charles smiled widely. "I am glad you are here Elizabeth, for I may need your advice for some, umm, jewelry purchases in the near future." He grinned silly.

Elizabeth was enraptured. She promptly got up and gave Charles a hug. "Oh Charles! I am so happy for you! I am sure Jane loves you to distraction, even if she does hide behind proprietor's demands of a serene countenance." This last with an impertinent look at Mr. Darcy.

He rose to the challenge. If Miss Bingley wanted a fight, he would give her a fight.

"Unfortunately Miss Bingley, I disagree with you." He stood up, trying to use his height to intimidate her, "I believe Miss Bennet's countenance betrays no special regard for Charles and I would hate to see your brother in a loveless marriage."

"And what do you base your opinions on, Mr. Darcy? Have you spoken with the lady herself? Have you taken it upon yourself to discuss this with her? Or is this purely disinterested observation on your behalf for the last month's acquaintance with Jane?"

Mr. Darcy looked a bit uncomfortable, and Elizabeth did not waste time pressing her advantage.

"I on the other hand, have constantly interacted with her, when she was not otherwise engaged with Charles, and found her to be a sincere, sweet, reserved young lady, whom I would gladly call sister. As for her feelings, let me assure you Charles, that whenever your name was mentioned between us, she would blush modestly. I feel that to be a fair indication of her feelings. On the other hand, I would ask you Charles, who have surely spent as much time with Jane as myself, what you think of her feelings? Do you feel that she returns your feelings?"

Charles smiled widely, "Well Lizzy, I had, before Darcy started pointing out to me her behaviour, thought that she was extremely attentive to my conversation. She remembered details that I had told her previously and had taken a genuine interest in myself, the estate, my family and interests. Yes, I would have to say that I think she is capable of returning my regard."

Elizabeth nodded, satisfied. Then turning her gaze on Mr. Darcy raised her eyebrow as if challenging him to defeat her.

"Miss Bingley, you have been so much away for the last few years, you have not seen how your brother falls in love at the drop of a hat. It has been I that has had to pull him out of potentially damaging matches where the ladies have only been looking at his fortune. I believe I am more capable of forming an objective opinion in this matter. You seem to be too involved with the young lady in question to be capable of making a rational decision."

Charles cringed. No one would ever dare imply Lizzy devoid of rational judgment, well no one would ever say such things and not be sharply called down, possibly physically beaten. He heard her intake of breath, and wondered whether they would notice if he slipped outside for a while. He then thought better of it. He may be needed to keep Lizzy from harming his friend.

"Mr. Darcy," Lizzy stated in her most cold, aloof voice imaginable. He shuddered to hear her address him in such a manner. She smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you for your obviously selfless concern with my brother's welfare. You seem to take into consideration his feelings and opinions on these subjects. You also seem to employ a most dizzying logic in supposing that a sister's attachment to a potential sister-in-law is not a consideration for a brother when marrying. I acknowledge that the sister's affections should not blind the brother, but he should, as a loving brother, take into due consideration whether the ladies would be friends. Or do you not suppose to take into consideration your own sister's feelings when taking a wife?" She paused, gathering her thoughts, and letting her words sink in. "You are mistaken, however in supposing me blind and stupid and unfeeling towards my brother's past attachments. We have always corresponded frequently, and he has often commented on the lady that has caught his eye. I have also sometimes seen him when he is with said ladies of interest, and I have never seen him so completely besotted as I have watched him interact with Jane. I again thank you for your concern, and unless you have any other degrading remarks to make, I rather think you should leave."

Darcy stood there stunned. Never had any woman ever dared to speak to him in such a manner. Elizabeth even rivalled his Aunt when she was in high dudgeon. He was angry with her. Angry with the way she made him feel about her, whilst she seemingly did not care a twig about him. Darcy was a proud man, and he would not humbly admit being wrong, nor that he loved someone without having her return that affection. He paled as his emotions churned within him.

"Miss Bingley," his tone dripped with as much ice as he could muster. "you are wrong in supposing that affection is the only consideration in marriage. Jane Bennet, however much she may appear to love your brother, is poor. She has relations in trade (Elizabeth flinched at that), her family's conduct is appalling at the best of times, verging on the obscene at others. I think it very imprudent of Charles to form such an inappropriate and belittling alliance. She can bring nothing good to the marriage, apart from a pretty face that will wither in time."

It was Charles' turn to become angry. "You go too far Darcy! How dare you insult her like that! Jane has many qualities, many that some of the wealthiest, most influential families are entirely devoid of. I am sorry that you feel so strongly about this, but I must side with my sister on this issue." He took a deep breath to dislodge his anger, "I understand that you truly are only thinking of me here, but will you not allow me to judge for myself in the matters of the heart?" He stopped himself from going on to say "since you are devoid of one, and are not qualified to judge?".

Darcy stiffly bowed, and moved to leave. He could not go, however without having the last word. "Do as you please Bingley, I will not stop you, however much I am disappointed in your decision. I am constantly amazed at the allurements adopted by females in attempting to lure men of fortune to them." Darcy winced as he said the words. He knew he had gone too far. Even he did not believe Jane Bennet a cold, contriving lady.

Bingley was struggling not to bodily throw Darcy out of the house after such a comment about his beloved. Elizabeth felt no such restraint. She walked straight up to Darcy, and would have slapped him sharply across the face if her brother had not quickly prevented her.

"How could you say such a thing after the way you treat women?" Elizabeth demanded, emotion choking her sentences.

Darcy turned to her in amazement, more at the words than the intended blow (he felt he deserved some reprimand). The way I treat women? Darcy was too puzzled to continue walking out the door. One slip up in the library hardly makes me the world's worst flirt!

"Elizabeth!" Bingley reprimanded, half-heartedly. He was shocked that she would behave so impulsively, but he too, was curious as to her meaning.

"Charles," Elizabeth tried to regain her ragged breathing, her emotions- anger and disappointment and shock- were brimming over. "you do not realise what a ... a ... cad this man is! He treats his friends infamously, snubbing everyone who is beneath him. He flirts with women and ... and ... worse! He ... ruins their reputation, knowing full well that he will not marry any of them!"

"Elizabeth Bingley!" Charles cried, amazed at her accusations. He knew that Darcy was the sole of honour, where had she learnt this? "Who has told you such ... such dribble?"

Darcy clenched his fists as he heard her continue to fling insult after insult at him. Proud, disagreeable, haughty and un-gentlemanlike being the kinder of them. How could she believe him over me? Where had she met him to hear his poison? His anger got the better of him for the second time in the day.

"Do not concern yourself Bingley. I am fully aware of who told such lies." He laughed mirthlessly, "I had simply given your sister too much credit in believing her too intelligent to believe his lies. I see this is another area that I have been deceived in." He spat bitterly. Miss Bingley was no better than any other woman. She fell for Wickham's charms easily.

Her eyes blazed. "How dare you," she gasped, "how dare you call them lies after I have seen your behaviour to people inferior to you? After you treat people with such contempt! After what you tried to do in the library that day!"

Darcy's face paled. It suddenly hit him how badly it would reflect on him in Elizabeth's opinion, after hearing Wickham's account of his supposed dalliances with other ladies (a new low, even for Wickham). The last week's interactions took on a new meaning as he pondered her reactions to him. He winced when he remembered his attempted jest regarding the library scene and a brother's duty.

Bingley, however, wasn't interested in watching them reflect on what they had said to each other. He wanted answers.

"What happened in the library, Elizabeth?" he asked deadly calm. If Darcy had tried to ... oh it was too horrifying to think about.

Elizabeth swallowed her tears, but they threatened to spill over. All the hurt, all the worry and confusion of the past few weeks flooded her, and she flung herself into her brother's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Charles soothed her as best he could. Darcy was still deathly pale, looking shocked.

Damn! he swore to himself. Why could I not control my reaction to her presence? If I had, she may never have believed Wickham! He roughly shot his hands through his hair, which Bingley tried not to see as a guilty reaction. Who am I kidding? She would have believed him, no matter what. He has the charming, easy manners. He never hurt her or was one minute conversing pleasantly with her, the next ignoring her. Wickham did not have this damnable pride that prevented him from speaking to people, nor disclosing his true feelings however humbling they may appear to be. It was then that Darcy realised that his objections to Charles getting married, was not so much the woman, but marriage itself, and what it meant for his relationship with Elizabeth. He had never believed that someone's actions should be controlled by an irrational passion for another person. Darcy had felt himself above such weak emotions. What had love got to do with anything? It made you weak and confused and totally dependent on another person. And Darcy was not willing to feel that exposed for anyone. Poor Georgie Darcy lamented I am the real reason she feels so isolated. After she was hurt so abominably by Wickham, I decided to cut myself off from ever feeling an emotion. He looked sadly at the sobbing Elizabeth. His feelings for her however had sprung up and broken the wall he had built, and he had been afloat ever since. And with the realisation of his love for Elizabeth Bingley came the humbling conclusion that he would forever be separated from her.

Darcy bowed his head. He had not wanted to cry since a child, but he realised he had needed to cry for a long time. Just wait a few minutes longer he silently prayed. I need to speak to Bingley and straighten this mess out somehow.

Bingley had, by this time sat himself and Elizabeth down on a couch. She had quieted, and was softly sniffling, not daring to raise her head, embarrassed by her outburst, and feeling that somehow her trust in Mr. Wickham was misplaced. Bingley however, still demanded an explanation.

"Don't let her speak Charles" Darcy said softly, standing in front of him, as he would his father when he was in trouble so many years ago. "I..." his voice choked up on him. He blinked back tears.

"For some time, I have been ... attracted ... to your sister, Elizabeth." There, he had finally said her name out loud. "I fought it as best I could."

Charles looked puzzled at this, Darcy smiled wryly. "You can easily believe my arrogance capable of supposing such an attachment beneath me." Elizabeth sniffed loudly, and Darcy's heart bled at hurting her.

"I suppose her low connections, her fortune in trade would appear to be the main reason for my arrogant assumption, but in reality it was not it- not fully at least. It was more the paralysing effect of such a strong emotion. To be sure, some of my family will continue to look down upon such an alliance, but surely, you can believe me from my friendship with you, that ultimately such considerations were not the problem."

"I am a proud man." Elizabeth could not help smirking in satisfaction at such an admission. "I still believe pride to be a positive virtue, if treated properly. You can be proud of your accomplishments, proud of your wife, proud of your parents, your son. This is constructive pride. But I suffer from the more common, destructive pride. I am still proud. Too proud that this next confession will hurt."

"Sit down, Darcy, I will not have you pacing back and forth as if you were a child being scolded."

Elizabeth could not help letting out a very small giggle. She still had not looked up, but she could picture his tall frame pacing back and forth, his hands behind his back, him glancing up occasionally to see if Charles was still following him.

He smiled painfully at her laughter, and sat down. He recommenced.

"George Wickham, (Bingley felt Elizabeth stiffen at his name) was the son of my father's trusted steward. We grew up as friends, my father giving him all the benefits of education and society that his own father could not have afforded. This generosity extended to his attending college with me. We shared a room, but not for long. I soon found out that he often used our rooms for his own ... ahh ... pleasures, and..." Darcy became flustered at speaking of such a thing before a lady, especially Elizabeth.

"Don't worry, Darcy, I think we understand what you are referring to." Bingley smoothly interjected.

"Needless to say, that I felt it most unsuitable to allow Mr. Wickham to become a clergyman. My father died five years ago, and less than a year later, the living promised to Mr. Wickham fell vacant. I was not surprised, but was heartily glad, when Mr. Wickham declined entering the Church. He expressed an interest in the law, and I wanted to believe that he was sincere. I bequeathed to him three thousand pounds in lieu of the living. He accepted, and all connection between us ceased. How he lived and spent that three thousand I do not know, nor do I wish to, but in less than three years, he came back demanding more from me. In short, demanding that I give to him the family living promised him by my father."

"What?" Elizabeth exclaimed, sitting up in shock.

Darcy smiled sadly at her tear-streaked face. "You can imagine my surprise at his declaration, and I hope you can acquit me of any cruelty at refusing his request."

"I should say so!" Bingley agreed. "Mr. Wickham forfeited all claims by taking the three thousand. Three thousand in less than three years! How could one spend that much?" Elizabeth silently agreed with her brother.

Darcy took a deep breath. He knew he need not continue with his account, but he knew he would always regret not telling them, not telling her, not humbling himself fully in her eyes.

"Forgive me," he began, "this part is most painful."

"Please," Elizabeth begged, looking at him for the first time, fully in his eyes. "You do not have to continue. You are entitled to your privacy. I... really should not have believed him, nor accused you."

He smiled sweetly at her, how he longed to caress her cheeks, to brush the tears from her eyes. He was amazed at how quickly his anger had dwindled in the face of her pain.

"No, I will tell the tale in its entirety. Last summer, my sister, who was fifteen at the time, went with her companion, Mrs. Younge, to Ramsgate. And thither also went Mr. Wickham undoubtedly by design. I found out later that he was somewhat intimately acquainted with Mrs. Younge, and had planned this for a while. Mr. Wickham persuaded Georgiana that she was in love with him, and she, remembering his kindness to her as a child, felt herself so much in love as to agree to an elopement. You can hardly be surprised at Mr. Wickham's ease with which he can attract ladies of sense and education."

Elizabeth lowered her head in shame. She had been deceived most cruelly. Why had she not listened to her brother and to Charlotte? Why had she not simply looked at it more objectively?

Darcy continued, his voice becoming stronger, as he felt the worst was over. "I joined Georgiana unexpectedly two days before the elopement was to take place, and she, looking up to me as more of a father, couldn't bear to deceive me, told me everything. You cannot be surprised at my reaction to such news. Mrs. Younge was promptly dismissed, and I sent Mr. Wickham off. He only wanted her fortune of thirty thousand pounds and his chance to revenge himself on me. My sister was devastated at his duplicity and has still yet to recover completely." Darcy paused, feeling surprisingly freer than he had for a long time.

"And what happened in the library?" Bingley still wanted to know.

Both Elizabeth and Darcy blushed. "I, as I said earlier, had been struggling with my feelings for your sister. I saw her attempting to retrieve a book from a shelf too high for her to reach, so I assisted her." A small smile spread across his face, which did not go unnoticed by Charles. Darcy forced himself to look Charles directly in the eye, "I was standing very close to her, closer than proprietary allowed, and I ... tried to kiss her."

Here was a situation Darcy had never thought himself to be caught in. Especially confessing such a thing to his friend Charles. But he had never met a woman who enchanted him more than Elizabeth. Even now, after all the hurtful, spiteful things they had said to each other not ten minutes ago, he was incapable of hating her.

"And are you sorry for what you did?" Charles demanded. Elizabeth tried to shush him.

Darcy flushed hotly. Was he sorry? He stood up and bowed to leave.

Charles stopped him as he walked out the door. "Well?" he inquired.

Darcy smiled smugly. "No, I am not. I am only sorry that I did not succeed. Good day Charles." He turned at the end of the hallway. "I am sorry for the things that I said about Miss Bennet. I hope you may overlook what was said in a heated moment. I wish you both very happy."

As he walked out of the door, he felt his heart break as he heard the door close behind him. Emotionally exhausted, he ordered his carriage to take him home.

After Darcy had gone, Charles turned to Elizabeth and hugged her. "Are you satisfied with Darcy's account? Do you believe him?"

Elizabeth sniffed a little in remembrance of how horridly she had upbraided him. "Yes" she replied in a small voice. "I am so sorry Charles. I have acted like such a fool! To be so blind! To be so prejudiced in my opinions! I, who prided myself on my discernment! Til this moment, I never knew myself."

Charles tightened his hold on her, "do not worry Lizzy, you heard Darce say how most women fell under Mr. Wickham's influence."

Elizabeth sniffed back a tear, "that does not help Charles. What must he think of me?"

Charles smiled to himself. She was more concerned with Darcy's opinion than her own disillusionment. That had to be heartening.

"Come, I will get Betsy to make you some tea. Then I think you should have a warm bath and have a good sleep."

Elizabeth got up from her position on the couch, hugging her brother in gratitude. What would she have done without Charles there to comfort her? "I believe I shall, Charles. I will speak to you in the morning then."

As she was walking out the door, however, she turned back with a puzzled expression.

"Yes Lizzy?"

"Umm ... I was just wondering, what he said?"

"What who said?"

"Mr. Darcy." Lizzy replied in a small voice.

"About what? He said quite a few things if you recall." He gently teased her.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. "About whether he was sorry for trying to... umm... kiss me."

Charles grinned, "Go to bed Lizzy."

She pouted. "Charles! Tell me!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!!!"

"Will you promise me to go straight to bed if I tell you?"

She nodded.

"Darcy was only sorry that he did not succeed." He grinned at the stunned look on her face. Going over to her, he gently pushed her out the door, and tousling her hair, he told her to go to bed.

She eventually slept.

Chapter Eight: Back to Netherfield

Posted on Sunday, 8 September 2002

The next morning saw brother and sister walking towards the shops. Charles was escorting Lizzy to make some dress purchases, whilst he was meeting with his solicitor, and then he would join her again later and they would look at some jewelry together.

Elizabeth had slept extremely well, being emotionally and mentally exhausted from her shouting match with Mr. Darcy yesterday.

Mr. Darcy she pondered whilst looking through the latest fabrics. Am I angry at him or not? I should be. He said some awful things about Jane and ladies in general. Not to mention some uncomplimentary remarks about me as well! Elizabeth stood absent-mindedly stroking the soft fabric. But then again, I also said some awful things to him. Lizzy blushed when she remembered just exactly what she had accused him of. He had looked so bitter, so utterly perturbed at my trust in Mr. Wickham's tale. Lizzy started reprimanding herself, again, for the lack of discernment she had shown in her dealings with the two men. The fact that she had readily believed a stranger over the man who was her brother's closest friend, over a guest in her own house, for what? Because one man wounded my pride, my vanity, whilst the other flattered me. I who prided myself on my judgment, I who have been fending off many attempts by men to gain my fortune, was reduced to falling so easily. I should have noticed that Mr. Darcy acted without any malicious intent towards any other woman in Meryton. He could have easily had Miss Caroline if he had wanted a quick fling!

Elizabeth was very distressed with herself.

What about the lovely things he said about me? a voice within her whispered. The part where he said he admired me, even felt himself falling in love with me. So much so that he could not stop himself from kissing me! Elizabeth shook her head. It was utterly incomprehensible! A gentleman of his standing, his fortune, to fall for some tradesman's daughter! How that must hurt his pride. She thought wickedly, then sobered. He had certainly humbled himself yesterday. Her kind nature felt compassion for the man who laid bare his sister's humiliation, his own private dealings to someone who had just said they despised him. Oh you did worse, Lizzy! You nearly hit him! Hit a gentleman!

She sniffled back a tear. What she would do to take back those words, even the last month in his company so they could start again! Elizabeth was already predisposed to believe Charles when he says how good a man Darcy really is (and he had repeated that often all morning!).

"The muslin is beautiful is it not, Ma'am?" the serving lady asked in a vain attempt to rescue the fabric from being worn out from Elizabeth's stroking.

Elizabeth shook herself out of her reverie.

"Yes," she smiled at the lady, "very beautiful. I think I would like a dress made out of it. Perhaps a morning gown?"

The serving woman's eyes lit up at the potential customer. "Indeed madam, the light blue colour would be perfect for morning calls." She gently removed the cloth from Lizzy's hands. "And if I may be so bold as to suggest this matching bonnet?" she indicated a blue trimmed bonnet in the latest style. "We also have a fine selection of gloves and ribbons and other trimmings in the case here. And if you like blue, madam, perhaps this deep blue dress for an evening gown?"

Needless to say, Charles was very much surprised at the amount of material and clothing that Elizabeth was loaded down with when he came to get her.

What is it with females and shopping? Charles wondered. Something that would be echoed by males everywhere, throughout time.

But noticing that Elizabeth was nodding absently at the serving lady at each suggestion, Charles knew that he had to put a stop to it.

"Come Elizabeth, we are wanted elsewhere."

"Oh! Charles! Finished already?" Elizabeth turned, still holding some blue fabric. "Do you think this colour very pretty?"

Charles rolled his eyes. Lizzy was generally not this fashion conscious.

"A very lovely shade of blue. It will perfectly match that cloak you bought back with you from France. But Lizzy, are you quite finished?"

"Yes, to be sure." Elizabeth then collected herself, and her purchases (she was quite surprised at how many she had made), and directed a servant where to take them.

Brother and sister walked out, quite the favourites of the shop workers.

They strolled up the street, unaware that a certain gentleman was watching from a distance and envying his friend's good fortune at escorting Elizabeth anywhere. He knew it was wrong to stare, he knew it was equally wrong to not make his presence known, but when he was uncertain of whether his presence would be welcomed, he hung back, content to watch.

He reprimanded himself again and again for the mess he had made. If only he had disclosed his dealings with Wickham to Charles earlier! But he had always hoped that his sister's good reputation would not have any stain. He also, he admitted, thought that Bingley might be a good potential match for his sister, no matter the fact that he was in trade.

He smiled bitterly at this reflection. Oh the irony of it all! To think that the brother was worthy of Georgiana, but the sister unfit as a wife for me! He chuckled mirthlessly. There is no going back. No real hope. Why bother? But he knew he still loved her enough (yes, he had finally admitted during his reflections by the fire last night) to want to make amends.

If only she could look at me and see me for who I am! Darcy thought, knowing he was not quite so bad as she had painted him yesterday. But who knows who I really am? I purposely kept myself apart from everyone, hoping to never let anyone into my life so I wouldn't hurt so when they left. Like Mother and Father. Darcy sighed and turned his thoughts back from the dark recesses of his mind.

He slowly followed them at a safe distance, and when passing by them as they entered the jewelers, he managed to catch a small amount of their conversation.

"By the way, Lizzy" Bingley was addressing his sister. "I was invited to a party tonight at Mrs. Brackley's. The invitation, of course, extended to both you and Louisa. I was hesitant at first to say yes, but they pressed me so earnestly that I accepted on behalf of yourself and I, and assured them that I would ask Mrs. Hurst."

"Yes, Charles, we should go, however much we may prefer to be in different society at the moment," with an arch look at Charles, "but I do not fear for your affections being swayed, and perhaps I could do with a slight reprieve from my thoughts. I do not think Louisa will be able to attend however, since she and Mr. Hurst were going to attend a gathering in order to glimpse the famous Sir Walter Elliot and his daughter Miss Elizabeth Elliot who is to be introduced tonight!"

Bingley and Elizabeth both shared a smirk. They had heard that Sir Elliot was an extremely good-looking man, and as a consequence was very vain. They did not envy (or understand) their sister's wish to see him and his daughter.

Darcy stood still, letting them pass into the store. Once they were engaged at the counter he gave one last glimpse at his friend and sister, and rushed home to check his correspondence.

"I must say Lizzy, it was fortunate that you could get that new dress made for you. It is stunning my dear. The deep blue enhances the red glints in your hair."

Elizabeth smiled gratefully at Charles. Not all brothers took notice of when their sisters needed that extra bit of encouragement. She knew she was extremely fortunate in having such a considerate brother.

Elizabeth was dressed in a deep blue, almost sapphire evening gown. The matching ribbons that were weaved throughout her curled hair and long black evening gloves made Lizzy look every bit the eligible young lady that she was.

They quickly made their way to the little gathering, which turned out, to Charles' surprise to be rather larger than their hostess led him to believe. It seemed that quite a few ladies and gentlemen had arrived in London recently and had been promptly invited along as well.

Many young gentlemen openly admired Elizabeth, and Charles was quite worried for his sister, especially when he started hearing people murmur who she was and how much she was worth. It had been quite a while since his sister and he had attended a London event together and he had forgotten how much trouble it was to keep an eye on every young man who approached Elizabeth. Charles knew however, that he could trust to Elizabeth's judgment, however much recent events pointed to the contrary, and relaxed enough to spot and converse with a few of his friends from his club. Quite a few ladies were disappointed that the usually affable Mr. Bingley seemed to be more interested in his friends company than theirs, and wondered who the lucky lady to have captured him was. This of course meant that Elizabeth was swamped with introductions and invitations to dance and converse. As much as their false pretence annoyed her, she had to admit it kept Mr. Darcy from her mind.

She then spotted a familiar form, as he hurried to greet her.

"My dear Miss Bingley, how stunning you look tonight! I did not know you and your brother were attending this little party, when did you arrive back in London?"

Elizabeth laughed, "That would make you the twenty fourth person to ask me such a question, Mr. Willoughby, but since I know you are not one to be interested in knowing whether there is a young lady that has snatched my brother from the pool of eligible bachelors and who she is, I believe I can answer your other questions without fear!"

Mr. Willoughby bowed low and offered her his arm as they moved towards a quieter location.

"Charles and I did not plan to be in London at all this evening, but he found he had business to attend to and decided to leave his new estate in Hertfordshire to attend to it."

"Indeed? I had heard that Bingley finally found himself an estate."

"It is only temporary at the moment, he is merely leasing it for a year to determine if he wishes to settle there."

"And?" he raised an eyebrow.

Elizabeth smiled archly, "And what, Mr. Willoughby?"

"And, would his stay depend upon a certain lady's residence in the neighbourhood?"

Elizabeth lightly slapped him on the arm, drawing attention to themselves. Willoughby quickly asked Elizabeth for a dance, and during the dance she proceeded to tell him a brief account of their stay at Netherfield.

"Well, Miss Elizabeth, you have been busy since I last had the pleasure of seeing you." Willoughby stated as the dance ended, and he drew her towards some refreshment. "I hear that your talents on the pianoforte have excelled that of most accomplished ladies of the Ton, and that you draw very well. Did you have a pleasant stay in France before the... unpleasantness arose?"

"France was beautiful. It is such a shame that there is so much squabbling over titles. But I will not be drawn into a political debate with you, Mr. Willoughby! I know only too well that you have little taste for such discussions."

"Ah, as usual Miss Bingley, you have seen through me." and he bowed charmingly before her. Thus he failed to notice the pale face of a certain young lady of his acquaintance across the way. This beautiful, for she was beautiful, young lady was attired carelessly, as if she expected little pleasure from such an evening, and clutched at, what Elizabeth could only guess, her sister's arm as she glimpsed Willoughby.

Seeing that Elizabeth bore a puzzled expression, he followed to where her gaze rested and was instantly panic stricken. Here was his beloved Marianne witnessing his flirtations with another woman. And he was purposely flirting with his old acquaintance, Miss Elizabeth Bingley, because he was in desperate need of some money, and her twenty thousand pounds would do quite nicely if Miss Grey was not inclined to accept him.

But he never wished to hurt Marianne, and since he was certain she had a deep regard for him (why else would she write such letters to him?), he was deeply disturbed at being caught in such a state.

Elizabeth quickly saw that both she and he were acquainted, quite intimately by the look of things, and since Elizabeth really did not care too much for the hopeless flirt, she quickly prodded him in abandoning her to go and speak with his friends.

Charles, who had become slightly alarmed at seeing Willoughby near his sister, reached her as he was leaving, and escorted her back to his own friends. Charles had been chatting amiably amidst his happy recollections of Jane Bennet, when his friend Mr. Dixon had pointed out Elizabeth and Willoughby. Charles had not worried at first, having known Willoughby for quite a while as a harmless flirt, until Dixon had quietly informed Charles on some of the rumours that were floating about regarding him. Therefore he was extremely happy to have Elizabeth safely back by his side once more.

Darcy, who had made his entrance at some stage during Elizabeth's dance with Willoughby, was relieved to see her away from that scoundrel. Darcy had more recently encountered John Willoughby at a similar party, where he attached himself to every lady who had any form of dowry, and to see Elizabeth in his arms was almost too much to bear. His concern and envy had almost made him cut in on their dance, but he had persevered in keeping hidden in the corners of the room.

But not for long. His hostess was overjoyed that someone of Mr. Darcy's calibre (rich and single) had deigned to join her party, so she was determined to make a scene, and hope to be noted in the fashionable gossip sections of the newspapers.

"My dear Mr. Darcy!" exclaimed Mrs. Brackley, "Why do you hide here in the corner? Please, allow me to introduce you to my good friends!"

Darcy nearly groaned as he was led about by Mrs. Brackley, and was introduced to every mother and daughter in the room. He only came to see Elizabeth, and he could do that in peace and quiet in one of the corners of the room. The necessity of being polite forced him to lose track of what Elizabeth was doing and who she was talking to. He was as curt as his natural politeness would allow, although he attempted to be slightly more pleasing since Elizabeth's condemnation of his social abilities last night, and still the ladies would not leave him alone!

He started to become desperate, when relief was found in the least expected place.

"Why Mr. Darcy! I thought it was you! Please come and see my brother, he will be absolutely delighted to see you here." Elizabeth quickly attached herself to his arm, and drew him away from the seven drooling young ladies that had clustered about him.

Giving a quick bow to the said ladies who were looking daggers at Elizabeth's retreating back, he did not know whether to hug her right there, or whisk her away to a balcony to hug her. In the end he decided that a hug, however much he wanted it, would not be the most appropriate thing in such a crowded room.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, had noticed with shock Mr. Darcy being introduced to all the ladies in the room by their hostess, and once the amazement had worn off, she saw the cornered look in his face, not to mention the predatory gleam in the faces of those that surrounded him. Without thinking too much about what she was doing, nor even why she was doing it, she had quickly planned a way to escort him away.

"Charles," Elizabeth smiled to her brother. "Look who I found!"

"Darcy! My goodness man! I did not expect you to be here!"

Darcy was slightly uncomfortable at such a happy greeting from the man whom he had wronged so much yesterday. He was doubly amazed that the woman he had offended so deeply had actually freed him from captivity.

"Err ... hello Bingley. I found Mrs. Brackley's invitation when I arrived home, and thought I might attend." Swallowing nervously, he continued babbling. "I decided, in light of recent, umm ... enlightenment into my character, that I should ... hmm ... try to mix a bit more in society." It wasn't entirely false. Darcy had meant to try to improve his demeanour and social skills, he just wanted to see Elizabeth more urgently.

"Why Darcy!" laughed Dixon who had overheard their greeting. "I have never heard, nor found you to be anything other than charming and pleasant. A little on the quiet side, but polite to a fault! I don't know how you put up with all the matchmaking mammas!"

Darcy grimaced slightly at this exclamation. "Well, I don't know if I am always polite, Dixon. I rather think that the ladies overlook whatever snubs I may give them due to my other recommendations."

Dixon laughed heartily. "Well now, whoever knows you for who you are, can think nothing but the best of you. But I shant keep you listening to an old married fool prattling on, I see Mrs. Dixon needs some saving from yet another young Miss who wishes to be noticed by her!" And with that, Mr. Dixon was off, leaving a slightly uncomfortable trio.

Elizabeth was trying to think of some way to remove herself from their company, but all the friends who had clustered around before were engaged with other acquaintances.

Bingley was likewise thinking of how to leave his friend and sister alone. He knew they needed to get beyond this first awkward meeting after such outbursts yesterday, especially since he wished Darcy to be his best man at his wedding.

Darcy was torn. He wanted to stay, he wanted Elizabeth to stay. He needed to apologise, and yet at the same time, he wished for her miles away, albeit still in his sight, so he could think of some way to beg forgiveness.

They were saved from starting a conversation by a commotion. It seemed a young lady was being escorted, held up by two friends, towards the door. Elizabeth noted with interest that it was the same lady she had seen produce such an interesting reaction out of Mr. Willoughby.

Mr. Darcy, knowing the older lady slightly as Mrs. Jennings, immediately went to their aid, inquiring urgently if they needed any assistance. Mrs. Jennings thanked him profusely, saying that it was merely the heat, and some unpleasant hullabaloo that caused her young friend to feel quite faint.

"I can call for my carriage to come round, if need be. You can send it back for me whenever you are finished with it. Truly, she does look very ill."

Mrs. Jennings smiled under her burden. "Thank you, Mr. Darcy, you are extremely kind, but I am sure Miss Dashwood (with a slight nod to the other lady) and I can get her sister safely into our carriage. My son-in-law is here if we need any further assistance. Thank you again!" she hurried off with Marianne Dashwood.

Elizabeth who had also hovered around behind Darcy was amazed at this display of charity. What she found most disturbing was that his friends (including her brother), and Mrs. Jennings did not blink in amazement at his help. It seemed as if it was a common occurrence for Mr. Darcy to offer his help. She again was amazed when she overheard Mr. Dixon, who had returned by this time, relate to his wife "typical Darcy, always the first to help anyone in need! Remember that time at Lord Ingram's party when one of the servant's nose started bleeding. He promptly called for assistance and rang for the doctor."

Mrs. Dixon laughingly agreed, "Mr. Darcy has always been generous and kind to the noble and servant alike. But my dear, I was wondering if we could not retire, I fear I am quite tired, and it is awfully hot in this room. It is no wonder that the poor girl fainted!"

Mr. Dixon willingly complied with his wife, and quickly bade everyone a good night.

Elizabeth was shocked. How much had she misjudged Mr. Darcy? But then again, if he is so affable and wonderful, why was he not more considerate in Hertfordshire? Elizabeth was thoroughly confused. Who was the real Mr. Darcy? Elizabeth had no answers; she only had the need to know.

The next day passed uneventfully, except for the fact that Charles finally decided on a simple but elegant engagement ring for Jane. Elizabeth had to keep reassuring Charles that it was beautiful and that Jane would love it. The rest of the day was spent preparing to leave London for Hertfordshire. Elizabeth and Charles visited their sister and brother-in-law, to invite them back to Netherfield, but Louisa, still put out with the fact that Elizabeth and Charles had gone against her wishes regarding Jane Bennet, decided to snub them and refused to return.

Elizabeth could not honestly say she was sorry for it.

But Charles had a further dilemma. He wished for Darcy to come back to Netherfield with him, but how was he to invite him with the awkwardness between Lizzy and himself? Charles still rankled at some of the nasty comments that Darcy had spoken regarding Jane Bennet, and had hoped for a further apology. Still, he was a humble man, and decided that he would visit Mr. Darcy at his Townhouse late in the afternoon to tell him of his departure. Whether Mr. Darcy would be invited to Netherfield, Bingley decided to play by ear.

But Darcy saved him the trouble of visiting by coming to pay his respects himself.

Darcy was still ashamed at his own behaviour and knew that it was going to take more than a few words to make it up to Charles, and Miss Jane Bennet. The damage he had done to his relationship with Elizabeth, he tried not to think about.

Thus he took himself to Bingley's townhouse to apologise once again for his behaviour and comments to Bingley.

Bingley asked the servant to lead Mr. Darcy into his study, where he had been sitting, composing proposals in his mind.

"This is a bit of luck Darcy! I was going to visit you later today!" Bingley rose and shook the older man's hand.

Darcy was surprised that Bingley would have visited him today, and said so. "I do not deserve such a friend as you Bingley. Knowing my own disposition, once my good opinion of a person is lost, it is lost forever. You never fail to amaze me- you are very forbearing and forgiving!"

"Have a seat Darce, and do not concern yourself so much. I do not hold words said in a fit of temper against a friend."

Darcy complied with the request, and thanked him when Bingley passed him a brandy.

"It is not only my behaviour towards you last night that I feel myself inclined to apologise for, however Bingley. I see now that my behaviour to you has always been friendly, but I rarely acted with in your best interests, but rather my own. No Bingley, please, let me say this." Darcy asked as he saw Bingley on the verge of interrupting.

Bingley reluctantly agreed.

"I have always been a proud man, full of the sense of my own self worth. In befriending you, a tradesman's son, I was not simply doing it out of your own self worth, but as if to pride myself on my broadmindedness and generosity. Later I truly enjoyed your company, but there was always a distinction between us. You were very trusting and open with me, I was less so. When I could have used a friendly shoulder to lean on with my sister's troubles, I denied myself the weakness. You were extremely supportive of me when my father died, and yet I took the burden entirely upon my shoulders without reference to anyone else. Some may say this is admirable and responsible, but I see now that it stunted my growth as an individual and perhaps caused many rifts to form between my family, especially Georgiana, and my friends and myself."

He paused to take a slow drink of his brandy.

"I do not know if I have ever been a true friend to anyone. I have many good friends- my cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam and yourself, and yet, I never gave of myself freely in return. When you invited me to Netherfield, desirous of your best friend to approve of your new lease and enjoy your company, my pride was flattered, and I willingly came, with the notion of showing you how to run an estate. It was more me showing you how to run an estate than teaching you the basics and letting you learn for yourself. And I apologise Charles. I apologise for the many times where I have dragged you to Balls and Assemblies that I had no wish to attend, let alone thinking of your wishes, in order to introduce you to polite society." Darcy laughed mirthlessly, "I was almost as bad as any mamma in society- proud of their charge and wishing to set them up handsomely."

Charles chuckled at the thought of Darcy behaving similarly to a Mrs. Bennet.

"My dear boy!" he began, "truly you have never dragged me anywhere I was not happy to attend. I thank you for your apology, but really think you are being too harsh upon yourself. You have had much to deal with, and have taken much responsibility upon your shoulders and dealt with it gracefully."

Darcy bowed his head at his friend's resistance to his guilt.

"And what of my behaviour in Hertfordshire? I don't think even you can call it graceful! I was rude and arrogant and proud! I am heartily ashamed of my behaviour. I am sure my mother and father would be most displeased if they witnessed it!"

Bingley was hard pressed to disagree. He had made several rude remarks regarding the families of the neighbourhood.

"And what I said about Miss Jane Bennet yesterday." Darcy felt shame. "I was more than rude, I was ungentleman-like. Please believe me when I say it was partly due to a fit of anger- anger at your stubbornness in not listening to me, and your sister's defense. I truly do not believe Jane Bennet to be mercenary. I wish to apologise for my words yesterday, and hope you may forgive me."

Bingley felt some satisfaction at this heart-felt declaration. But he could not be happy in the sight of his friend's pain.

"And..." Darcy nearly choked on his words. "And what I did to your sister ... please believe me Charles- it was a moment of weakness. I would never wish to hurt your sister. I ... know you have every reason to throw me out of your house and never wish me near again, but I promise to ... well, there is no use in promising anything. I know I should never approach her again."

Why can I not take back the past? I would do everything so much differently now.

Bingley had never thought Darcy to be so melodramatic. He even rivalled Louisa. Bingley could see, having been in love for some time, that his friend had a very deep admiration for his sister, and he could not be happier for it. To think that his best friend may become his brother made Charles very happy. Of course, he knew that Darcy would have to make amends with his sister, but judging from her reaction last night at the assembly and her persistence in wanting to know whether he had regretted the attempted kiss, made him believe that she was not so indifferent to Darcy as she led him to believe.

"Mr. Darcy," Charles said formally, making his friend concerned, "I do not attempt to hide the fact that I was displeased at what you said two days ago, but again, I am willing to believe it was a fit of temper, and we all are human. Do not be too proud to admit that you do not have times when you get... irritated." The men smiled slightly. "I also believe that you are honourable, and do not doubt you when you say that you never intended to ... err ... kiss Elizabeth. I also know that Elizabeth can look after herself, as I am sure you are aware of by now. But really Darcy, as much as I am interested in what happens between my best friend and my sister, I really feel that you should be making your apologies to her." If they are even needed Charles thought to himself, wondering if it was very brotherly to simply lock those two in a room together.

"Now then, with all that unpleasantness out of the way, I accept your apologies, even if I think you don't need to apologise for half of what you did, and I was wondering whether you were coming back to Netherfield with Lizzy and I tomorrow?"

Darcy's eyes widened. "Tomorrow did you say? You are leaving tomorrow?" He was torn in two. He desired to be near Elizabeth as much as possible, wanting to prove himself in her eyes, and yet, tomorrow ... tomorrow was not so far away. Did he have the courage?

"To be sure- I said to my housekeeper that I would be three days in London, and it has been three days." Charles chuckled at Darcy's perplexed look. "Besides, I think this engagement ring is burning a hole in my pocket! I really would feel safe to give it to the woman who owns it before I lose it!"

"Yes, you would" Darcy replied absently.

"Well?" Charles prodded. "Are you coming with us? Would you like to travel in the carriage or ride? I do not know what I shall do. It doesn't seem like it will rain, so it might be nice to ride through the country side."

"Umm, yes." Darcy was still struggling with himself.

"Splendid then!" Charles exclaimed, taking that as his answer. "I will pick you up at your place at ten tomorrow?"

"Ten?" Darcy was a bit stunned. "No, Charles, I really cannot go with you. Georgiana was so happy that I had come to visit, that I should spend some more time with her."

"Oh Miss Darcy is in London? Well then, I happily extend the invitation to her as well. I am sure you will be happy to have your sister with you."

Darcy collected himself. "No, please Charles, I would feel better if I did not come back with you to Hertfordshire. I am not ready to leave London. It is most generous of you to invite Georgiana along, but considering certain officers in the neighbourhood, I do not feel comfortable in having her along."

Charles nodded, understandably disappointed at his friend's decision. "And so it is only Miss Darcy and your fear of her bumping into Wickham that keeps you away from our company?"

"Yes, of course."

Charles raised his eyebrow.

Darcy became slightly uncomfortable at his knowing look.

"Damn you Bingley! I also am not prepared to see your sister yet. I would do everything in my power to save Elizabeth any pain. I am sorry, Miss Bingley. I don't think she will wish my presence. Plus," Darcy continued, cutting off Bingley's predictable negative answer, "I really should let you court your lovely Miss Bennet without seeing to the comfort of your guests."

Bingley's eyes started to gaze dreamily at the thought of his lovely Jane.

Darcy rolled his eyes with humour.

"So you will come later? I am planning on you to stand up with me for my wedding."

"Bingley! Do you really want me, after all that I have done! Me to stand up with you, and be your best man?"

"To be sure Darce! Who else would I have? Although I fear that Miss Caroline may be the maid of honour. I am sure that will be sufficient punishment for any sins you may have committed."

Charles smirked at Darcy's groan.

"Very well, I will come in a week's time." Darcy started to rise to leave.

"You won't stay for dinner? Very well. But you will bring Miss Darcy with you? I would be most happy to see her at the wedding."

Darcy smiled as he shook his friend's hand. "Of course Bingley. I am sure she will be delighted to attend."

And Darcy went home with a lighter heart, knowing he had gained the forgiveness of one Bingley. It was the other Bingley that would be harder, and more precious, to gain the friendship of. Well you have a week to formulate a plan.

Elizabeth should have felt a certain amount of satisfaction in her brother's triumphant re-entry into Meryton society, but she could not. She felt that she had gained her victory at a high price. Even Jane's happy smile at seeing her beloved in so short a separation was not enough to drive a pair of pained dark eyes from her memory.

But it was done, and done for the best - Charles' and Jane's at least. Charles suggested a walk the day of his return since it was such pleasant weather, and Mrs. Bennet quickly urged Mr. Collins and her other daughters to go out to keep Miss Bingley company. Caroline, Kitty and Lydia refused to go however. The latter two were hoping to go into Meryton, whilst nothing could persuade the former to act pleasantly to her rival. She was still sore about not dancing with Mr. Darcy, whilst Eliza Bingley had danced the waltz with him!

Whilst they were walking, Mr. Collins remembered himself and walked behind with his cousin Mary, whom Elizabeth found out was lately engaged to him. Jane smiled cheekily at Elizabeth when she explained that she had been his first target. Elizabeth, equally cheekily inquired as to why Caroline, second in consequence, accomplishments and beauty, was not second on Mr. Collins' list, "for they had seemed quite attached the day I was first introduced to him at Meryton."

Jane laughed, "perhaps they had, but I believe had it not been for mamma's strong liking of Caroline, as well as some strong comments on her behalf, she would have been. But Mr. Collins' affections easily turned to Mary to everyone's satisfaction. He applied to Mary and papa yesterday and was accepted."

"Well, Miss Mary seems to enjoy his attentions, so perhaps your mother was wise. I do not think Miss Caroline would have been as happy."

"No," Jane replied, "I think mamma has her heart set on Caroline making a better match, or at least that is what Caroline convinced her of. I am simply happy for Mary- Mr. Collins will make her a good husband, and she a ministers wife. Mama is also overjoyed to have a daughter being married."

"I can imagine." Elizabeth laughed.

But Elizabeth did not wish to take all of Jane's attentions and so left her and Charles to wander slightly behind as she, feeling very much the martyr walked with Mary and Mr. Collins.

Her efforts paid off however when Jane and Charles, after having conveniently been detained near a shady tree, quickly caught up asking for congratulations. Jane was positively radiant and hugged her dear friend, soon to be sister, in joy.

"'Tis too much! By far too much- why can't everyone be as happy as me?"

Lizzy smiled indulgently, and moved to congratulate her brother whilst Jane received Mary and Mr. Collins' best wishes.

"She loves the ring, Lizzy." Bingley smiled broadly as Elizabeth hugged him.

"I am glad. I told you she would."

He let her go, "If only I could see you so happily situated yourself." he wished, knowing a certain gentleman who would gladly fill the role.

Elizabeth smiled fondly, "til I have your and Jane's goodness, I cannot have your happiness."

He laughed and shook his head.

It was a happy party that made its way back to Longbourn. Charles immediately went to apply to Mr. Bennet, whilst Jane told her mother. The entire neighbourhood probably heard Mrs. Bennet's shouts of joy.

"Oh Jane! I knew you could not be so beautiful for nothing! To think I shall have two daughters married whilst Lady Lucas has none!" she chuckled gleefully the rest of the day, and as Elizabeth and Charles were to stay to dinner, Elizabeth resigned herself to laughing with Mr. Bennet at his wife's silliness.

Chapter Nine: A Welcome Departure

Posted on Friday, 27 September 2002

Visits between Netherfield and Longbourn became a common occurrence over the next few weeks. The wedding was to be held early in the following month, a double wedding with Mary and Mr. Collins (who had returned to Hunsford for the next three weeks), and so Mrs. Bennet went into a flurry of activity. Elizabeth visited Jane along with her brother almost every day, and she learnt to enjoy even Mrs. Bennet's company, if not always approving of the way she acted. Lydia she found she could tolerate in small doses, Kitty once removed from Lydia's company actually became quite a nice young lady with a dry sense of humour which reminded her of Mr. Bennet.

Elizabeth spent quite a few afternoons in Mr. Bennet's company as he showed her through his small library, and he even took walks with her and his other daughters. Elizabeth was happy to note that Mr. Bennet started to appreciate his daughters, especially Kitty, more. The first time that Mr. Bennet joined one of Kitty and Elizabeth's walks (Jane was helping Mary and her mother choose between the different colours available for the Wedding Breakfast trimmings), Elizabeth was asking how Kitty had progressed with a new book she had lent her.

Mr. Bennet listened in astonishment as Kitty responded with some original and profound insights as to the themes and reflections on society the author posed. This led him to rapidly rethink his daughters, and Kitty especially. Towards the end of the first week of Jane and Charles' engagement, Elizabeth happened upon father and daughter in the small Longbourn library reading together. She was touched by the scene, and let them in peace, since they had not noticed her presence in the room.

Wandering about the house, she stumbled upon Lydia sulking. In the excitement of her two daughter's marriages, Mrs. Bennet had been somewhat neglectful of her youngest and most favoured daughter. Lydia had also lost her closest sister to the wonder of books and witty conversations, which left Lydia without a companion other than Caroline. Lydia and Caroline had never been very happy together, since they were constantly in war for gaining attention to themselves, especially from their mamma. Lydia didn't care two twigs for Caroline, especially since she refused to walk into Meryton with her to visit the officers.

"I am sure by now I should be grand friends with Colonel Forster's new wife. She looks to be such a jolly lady, I am sure she would be inviting me to all sorts of wonderful parties. If only you would come with me Caroline! Kitty is too dull now and finds books to be too interesting to accompany her best friend to see the officers. I am sure she will be reading Fordyce with Mary soon!" Elizabeth overheard Lydia exclaimed at one time to Caroline.

Elizabeth was for once thankful to Caroline for not indulging her sister in such an occupation, knowing that only tears would come about if Lydia were to become intimate friends with Mrs. Forster and the officers, since one particular officer (at least!) was not to be trusted with any ladies.

Of that particular lady, the less said the better, Elizabeth thought. Caroline was barely civil to herself, and gushed constantly to Charles, asking him how her dear friend Louisa and her husband and all her other friends were (of course referring to Mr. Darcy). The main reason for her incivility to Elizabeth was because Caroline felt that Elizabeth was keeping Mr. Darcy away from her because Elizabeth was jealous of his preference for her. That couldn't have been further from the truth.

Charles was expecting Darcy at the appointed week from his own return to Hertfordshire, but put off telling Lizzy of his stay, fearing how she would take the news. He therefore left it to the morning of the projected arrival of Mr. Darcy and his sister. Charles knew that she would be deeply disturbed. He was anxious to know why she feared his coming to stay- whether it was a dislike for him (which he highly doubted) or that she was still smarting at his insults, or simply if she was still too embarrassed by her own behaviour.

Before he could find a way of broaching such a disclosure, the butler entered with an express. Finding the Darcy seal, he opened the letter and was instantly disappointed at what it contained. Seeing that Elizabeth had also seen whom it was from, he read it aloud.

Dear Bingley,

I regret to announce that I must postpone my arrival at Netherfield due to unforseen business arising. I will try to finish it as quickly as possible, and hope to arrive, at the latest, the week before the wedding. Allow me to congratulate you on the joyous news, and let me sincerely express my delight at the prospect of being further acquainted with Miss Jane Bennet.

My sister, Georgiana also directs me to give you her best regards and I can tell that she is extremely excited at the prospect of spending some time in the country.

Please extend my compliments to your sister, Miss Bingley. I was surprised to meet Mrs. Hurst and her husband at a dinner party the other night (at Sir Walter Elliot's Townhouse). She informed me that both her husband and herself would be also journeying to Hertfordshire the week before the wedding. We shall be quite a party to keep your spirits up (if they need any propping) before your marriage.

Fitzwilliam Darcy.

If Elizabeth had known how many copies of the short note he had written before restricting himself to the short line about her, she would have been less disappointed. She would have been gratified to know also that the "business" Darcy was seeing to was the betterment of himself in society. The night at Sir Walter Elliot's had sorely tested his newfound pleasantness amongst his fellows, and contrasted starkly the simple Assemblies and parties that he attended in Hertfordshire. He was quickly learning that the society offered by the Ton didn't compare to the quiet (in comparison) evenings spent in the countryside. Especially in the company of the lady that was quickly consuming all his other thoughts.

He had found he could not face her before he had attended to her reproofs, nor before he had formulated a plan to win her- he had decided that much at least. But any thoughts that he had, quickly dissolved with other remembrances of looks and discussions shared. The scene in the library and their dances at the Netherfield Ball were often brought before him, but as frequently was the astonishment he felt when she had "rescued" him from Mrs. Brackley's young ladies.

Elizabeth had decided soon after the letter was read out to go for a walk about the countryside, and Bingley wrote a quick note to Jane explaining his absence for the morning, and quickly followed her. He found her briskly walking towards Oakham Mount.

"Elizabeth!" he called, puffing slightly at the fast pace.

She turned around in surprise, slightly wary of why her brother would be following her.

Once he caught up, he offered her his arm, which she was expected to take. Brother and sister strolled along the scenic route in silence for a few minutes.

When Charles had formulated a line of questions (and regained his breath), he began.

"You looked a bit pale before leaving, and I was wondering if you were feeling ill. We have not spent much time alone together recently."

Elizabeth smiled at his round-a-bout way of asking how she was. "Charles, do not think I begrudge you the time spent with your fiancé. I enjoy going to Longbourn to see Jane and Mr. Bennet and Kitty. I feel a slight headache is all."

Charles stopped walking at the top of the hill and let them savour the view silently for a few minutes. He then turned to her, and spoke seriously.

"Elizabeth, I am sorry for not telling you sooner of my invitation to Darcy and his sister, but I thought it would be for the best- it would allow you as little time as possible in agitating yourself over their arrival. It seems my plans were all for naught since they are not coming for another few weeks. If their, or his company is too distressing for you, I can find an excuse delaying their visit until the day before the wedding."

Elizabeth turned from Charles. She was grateful for his generous offer, but could not accept it.

"No Charles, I will not let you sacrifice your own friends for me. I am... I am not distressed about his, their coming at all. I simply have a headache and feel the need for solitude."

Charles, took her arm and forced her to look at him. "No Lizzy, you cannot lie to me. You are distressed, and I know it is because Darcy is coming. I want to know if you are more disappointed because he no longer is coming or that he is coming at all!"

Elizabeth coloured. How was she to answer something she herself did not know the answer to?

"I hardly know," she murmured, she turned again to gaze out at the view. She laughed bitterly, "I am so ashamed of myself Charles. I treated him abominably and accused him so wrongly- with so little foundation. I don't wish to see him again, especially with that look of pain in his eyes. I know he despises me now."

"It did not seem that way at Mrs. Brackley's party. He was more nervous than anything else. And you did not have to talk with him, but you did." He looked over to see her reaction.

She was staring at the landscape, but he was sure she was replaying that night. She smiled slightly.

"Yes, he did seem quite uncomfortable in those ladies' presence. It seemed that all the Caroline Bennet's in London had swooped down upon him."

She sobered quickly.

"But I am more concerned about you Charles. I truly hope that I did not damage your relationship. If I hadn't come when I did, I am sure he would never have said such things to you."

Bingley shook his head. "He would have thought them though, and ultimately it would have been the same thing. I am glad that you came when you did. I don't want to think about what would have happened had Louisa come to support Darcy in his attempt to show me that Jane did not care for me. It does not matter now at any rate. I do believe that most of the comments he made were due to his anger or frustrations over your speeches than any real lasting convictions. He called the last night we were in London and apologised most profusely." He chuckled at the picture of the proud Mr. Darcy bowing his head humbly in shame. "He was remarkably meek and begged my forgiveness whilst at the same time declaring it was impossible that I could forgive him. Of course I could, and did forgive him! He has certainly shown me a great deal of friendship, and the services he rendered me at College and after Father died, I will never forget."

Elizabeth had spent the last week pondering the comments Mr. and Mrs. Dixon had made before leaving the party and ventured to ask her brother how a person could be at times extremely caring and solicitous and at others overbearing and haughty?

Charles simply shrugged. "I can't answer you Elizabeth. Darcy has always been somewhat changeable- I think he reverts to his cold demeanour when in uncomfortable situations. I know that does not justify his behaviour, but are any of us less guilty? I become somewhat silly and talkative when uncomfortable. In the face of Darcy's behaviour you became arch and cheeky. Mrs. Bennet gushes when excited, Mr. Bennet reverts to his sarcasm, and Jane becomes solemn and quiet. Each of us has our own tendency to assume a behaviour when unsettled. And remember, he may have been preoccupied with his own thoughts- he did say that Miss Darcy's intended elopement had occurred recently."

Elizabeth looked in surprise at her brother's acuteness. She was again reminded not to take her brother lightly.

"I believe he needs to apologise to you and I would recommend that you think carefully over what he has to say. I also urge you to accept his apologies!" Charles chuckled again, "since he is still a close friend, and I would dearly love to see my favourite sister and best friend become very good friends. I have always wanted to introduce you to him. He has a fine mind and would prove a very stimulating conversationalist for you since you have left the lofty world of education."

Bingley smiled at Lizzy's blushes.

"But I know you have already crossed swords with him. Next time I shall leave the room and let you two sort your arguments out instead of trying to stop the argument!"

Elizabeth smiled gratefully at her brother.

"Thank you Charles. I am sure there are many brothers who wouldn't care what their sister's did. You have given me much to think on, and I promise you that in the next few weeks I shall think on them."

She took a final look over the wonderful view and then took Charles' arm and started walking back.

"Now Charles, since you have been most kind and selfless, I suggest we walk directly to Longbourn, and then send a message back to Netherfield for the carriage to pick us up in the afternoon."

Charles quickly assented to this plan, rather impatient to see his Jane again.

They walked on, but as they could just start seeing Longbourn in the distance, they noticed a young lady and an officer in a quiet conversation. Lizzy quickly saw that it was Lydia Bennet, and had the sudden certainty that the officer was Mr. Wickham. She quickly informed Charles, and they silently drew closer to the couple.

They need not have been so silent, since Lydia was (again) complaining loudly to her bored companion.

"Again mamma would not support me coming to Meryton to visit all of you officers. She is really quite tiresome! And Kitty is a regular bookworm now, Caroline is intolerable and Mary and Jane are so caught up with their suitors that a whole campful of soldiers could come into the county without raising their excitement!"

"Then you must be happy that I can contrive to meet with you Lydia."

Charles stiffened at the freedom with which Wickham addressed his soon-to-be sister. Lizzy cautioned him not to reveal their presence, hoping to gather exactly how intimate they had become.

Wickham was speaking again.

"I had heard that Bingley has come back to claim your sister. Well I'm happy for both of them. And for me- that Elizabeth Bingley is certainly someone worth speaking to!"

Elizabeth again had to restrain her brother from doing something rash. Elizabeth wondered how she had ever thought Mr. Wickham handsome or charming listening to him leer about her.

"Wickham!" Lydia pouted at hearing him speak of someone other than herself. "I shall not walk out with you anymore if you persist in speaking about her! I dare say she is pretty, but she has the money to be! I do think this bonnet looks pretty on me- Kitty could never wear it!"

Wickham nearly rolled his eyes at her search for a compliment. He happened to meet Lydia on a walk once, and felt that she would provide him with a bit of change from the tediously honourable brother officers, and the friends he had made amongst the tradesmen's daughters. It was a pity that Lydia had no money to make her anything other than a temporary diversion, because she would be quite easy to compromise. Of course he would then have to think whether he wished to spend the rest of his public life with such a woman- self centred and vain. It would naturally depend on how much money she could have brought him and how naďve she was, and perhaps the probability of his being forced to marry her if he did compromise her.

He was still hoping to come across Elizabeth Bingley on one of his walks. She would be one woman he would dearly like to have. She had beauty, brains and money. He was sure he would have been attracted to her without the latter- she was a fiery young woman who would give him a challenging chase- and of course, there was the fact that Darcy may be interested in her. He was very happy to hear that Darcy had not returned with Bingley. It allowed him a bit more freedom, and he had quickly used the blacker parts of the story he had made up for Miss Bingley's sake to turn the town's favour on himself. Many young ladies had mistakenly pitied him, which he had used to his own advantage.

But for now, he was providing himself with some entertainment by walking out with Lydia Bennet. She was sure to give him little details of her family's dealings as well as those of her surrounding neighbours. They had met two or three times in the last week, and he wanted to see how far she would let him take her.

He bestowed one of his most charming smiles on her, and boldly took her hand. To do her justice, Lydia was not really affected by his dazzling smiles- she was too preoccupied in wondering how many bonnets she could buy if she was as wealthy as Elizabeth Bingley. But when he took her hand, she was slightly surprised- not shocked- just amazed that someone would hold her hand outside a dance.

But he did not stop there. He slyly pulled her closer to him and happy that she didn't resist his slight liberties, and that she had been silenced for a while, he drew her arm through his own so that their shoulders were touching (or would touch, if she was as tall as he).

Elizabeth was too amazed at his forwardness to stop her brother from bounding out behind the tree they had been standing at, and demanding that Wickham release Miss Lydia this instant.

Lydia and Wickham were equally shocked at the abrupt arrival of Bingley. Wickham drew himself up slightly but still retained a hold of Lydia. It was only when Elizabeth stepped out to support her brother that Wickham quickly let go of Lydia, and bestowing another of his charming smiles on her, he stated that he had met Lydia along the path and had offered to escort her home.

Charles quietly asked Lydia to come back to Longbourn with Elizabeth and himself. Lydia resisted.

"Really Mr. Bingley you are a dreary fellow. Mr. Wickham and I have often walked together. It really is quite pleasant when one has no fun at home!"

Wickham grew slightly pale at this, but still affixed a smile, as if embarrassed by Lydia's coarseness. He certainly didn't want his up until now innocent dalliances with Lydia to affect his chances with Elizabeth Bingley.

"Really Miss Lydia! You do exaggerate."

Charles' face grew dark. "Since you will not give up Mr. Wickham's company, I ask that he also turn back with us. I am sure Mr. Bennet would be happy to see him." The thinly veiled threat rattled him slightly, but recovering, he replied that he would be happy to walk back with them, and fell in beside Elizabeth.

Charles was only slightly satisfied at having rescued Lydia from Wickham's clutches. He knew that Elizabeth would be impervious to his charms. But Wickham didn't know this, and so tried in vain to get some sort of response out of Elizabeth equalling that when he first related his tale of woe. But she calmly showed her disinterest in everything he had to say, until in a fit of desperation he tried to inspire her pity again.

"Did you see anything of Mr. Darcy while you were in London? Or did he snub you as being too beneath his notice? I know in the past he was ever the changeable fellow- always associating with those he feels are the top of society."

Elizabeth coloured slightly at this statement. To think that she would have easily listened to Mr. Wickham in the past merely because he couched half-truths in lies and flattered her! She was at a loss as to how to respond to his comments, instinctively knowing that if she gave him reason to believe that she welcomed his comments he would become eager to press his control over her emotions. But to refute his statements by defending Darcy may make it more dangerous for her. What would this man be capable of if he realised that she knew him for the liar that he was, and admired Darcy? What if he found out that Darcy admired her? Would he try to use her as another pawn in his endless war with Darcy? She smiled slightly at him to buy herself more time to formulate a disinterested answer.

"I did not see much of him." she expressed, hoping that she conveyed the idea that she did not care how much she saw of him. It was imperative that she protect Darcy from Wickham at all costs, but she could not let Wickham believe that she welcomed his comments. "He came to visit my brother a few times. They are such good friends." She shrugged slightly, "How are things with the regiment?"

Wickham was very dissatisfied with her moving onto another subject, but tried to be as pleasant as possible in his answer. And so they came to Longbourn, but Wickham declined entering to stay for tea, saying that he was surely needed for some duty at the camp. And Bingley really could not detain him without creating a scene. On Elizabeth's small signal, Bingley let Wickham go, but determined to speak to Mr. Bennet.

Bingley quickly paid his respects to the ladies of the house and quietly telling Jane that he wished to speak to her father, he went in search of Mr. Bennet to relay the conversation that he had overheard, as well as some particulars about how untrustworthy Mr. Wickham was.

Mr. Bennet heard what he had to say and became quite furious with himself for not keeping a better eye on his daughters. It was natural to wonder what may have happened to Lydia if Bingley had not stepped in when he did. And if not today, what would have had tomorrow or next week, since Lydia clearly did not understand the impropriety of her actions. He thanked Bingley for his intervention and alerting him to the problem and then bade him go and greet Jane properly. Mr. Bennet sat in his study quietly resolving on what he should do.

Elizabeth had much to think over- both from her talk with Charles and the encounter with Wickham, and so was much suited to sitting with Mary and Kitty. Jane and Charles talked quietly in one corner, he apprising her partially of what had detained them. Mrs. Bennet for once was not in the room since she was speaking to Caroline about some new tradesman who had come into the neighbourhood.

Once the Bingleys had left and the family was sitting down to dinner however, Mr. Bennet brought up today's event. Mrs. Bennet (and Lydia) sat uncomprehending as to the possible outcomes of what Lydia's carelessness could have brought about, but the rest understood exactly what might have happened. Jane was sorry that Mr. Bennet had to make Lydia feel uncomfortable in front of the whole family. Mary was thinking of some appropriate quotes to apply to the situation. Kitty was slowly working through all the implications, but Caroline was incensed. And felt no compunction to keep her anger to herself.

"Thoughtless Lydia!" she exclaimed, causing Mrs. Bennet to jump in her chair. "Why on earth did you walk out with Mr. Wickham? He is merely an officer- not worth the effort!"

"Caroline!" shrilled Mrs. Bennet, "don't talk that way to your sister! I dare say Lydia was bored at home, goodness knows she has been complaining a lot of late. I don't see the harm in a quiet walk between two friends Mr. Bennet. I do not understand why you have to make such a fuss over it."

Mr. Bennet never thought his wife so deficient of understanding.

"Mamma!" Caroline exploded. "If she had let Mr. Wickham do anymore, and they had been caught by those gossips we know Meryton to be full of, it would have produced such a scandal- they would have been forced to marry!"

"Marry!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet. "That would mean I had three daughters married! Oh Lydia, you wondrous girl, I should have let you walk out more often! Mr. Wickham is a handsome young man, and perhaps we could get dear Charles to persuade that horrible Mr. Darcy to give him some of the money old Mr. Darcy bequeathed to Mr. Wickham."

"I fear, my dear, that again Mr. Wickham has played upon our sympathies and deceived us. He received a generous sum of money from Mr. Darcy quite a few years ago, and it has all been wasted on cards and horses and other more unsavoury habits."

"Mamma, do you not see how such a scandal would reflect on the rest of your daughters?" Caroline persisted, despite Jane's gentle admonishment. Seeing Mrs. Bennet's uncomprehending look, Caroline continued. "It would put a stain upon our family name, and no good gentleman would want to associate with such a family. It would mean that Kitty and I would have the little chance of marriage to a splendid fortune dashed. Mr. Collins and Mr. Bingley may even break off their engagements to Mary and Jane!"

Mrs. Bennet nearly fainted, but thanks to Jane's quick mindedness in providing her with her smelling salts, she merely shrieked.

"What?! How can they abandon Jane and Mary when the wedding is in less than three weeks? But is what she says true Mr. Bennet?" Seeing her husband nod somewhat reluctantly, Mrs. Bennet turned suddenly on Lydia. "How could you?" she demanded, "ruin your sisters chance of a marriage over such a penniless fool? You should have chosen an honourable, well off soldier, such as Captain Denny or Carter."

Mr. Bennet and Kitty rolled their eyes. Lydia pouted.

"I shall go to my room if you all look at me so crossly. It was a bit of fun- you have all been such boring people these last two weeks, I should not care three straws for you, and Mr. Wickham was so charming and handsome. I dare say we would have married, and then he could wear his red coat to the wedding and have an honour guard of his fellow officers with all their sabres drawn."

"Lydia!" Caroline stood up, "you stupid girl! He would never have married a little twit like you!"

Lydia's eyes flashed, and for the next few minutes there were some heated words passed between the two. Mrs. Bennet thinking over what everyone had said, decided that Caroline, being quite quick, was probably more correct, and so she sided with her. Lydia was promptly sent off to bed with the knowledge that she would be refused any outings until after the wedding, perhaps longer.

Caroline continued to vent her anger until Mrs. Bennet became too flustered and Mr. Bennet had to ask both Caroline and his wife to go to bed as well. The rest of the family did not stay up too much longer, all except Mr. Bennet, who sat quietly reviewing his own indolence with regards his daughters.

The three weeks before Mr. and Miss Darcy were to arrive passed quickly for Elizabeth as she helped Jane and Mary prepare for the wedding. Caroline too, was busy, as was Mrs. Bennet, at quickly informing their acquaintances how little Mr. Wickham was to be trusted, and the tradesmen in Meryton looked closely at their dealings with him and reports of debts started to circulate. It placed Mr. Wickham in a very bad light and Colonel Forster was forced to investigate (especially after a visit from Mr. Bennet and Bingley). Surprisingly, Wickham's friend Captain Denny (who really was no more than an acquaintance) was the first person to step forward to present evidence of rumours regarding Wickham's dealings with some of the local women. The evidence piled highly against Wickham and prompted Colonel Forster to quickly dismiss him from the regiment, and order to place Wickham in debtor's prison.

Wickham had felt the tide turning on him and quietly stole out of Town early one morning, taking with him quite a few valuable belongings from his former fellow officers. Colonel Forster quickly sent these officers after him, and about half way to London they found Wickham hiding out in a small town. They then escorted Wickham the rest of the way to Town where they saw him safely ensconced in a cosy cell.

Elizabeth felt great satisfaction at Wickham's removal from Hertfordshire and when she heard of him being placed under arrest, she was thankful that he could no longer importune anyone ever again. She started her own subtle campaign of turning Meryton's hostility towards Mr. Darcy (which had not changed despite Wickham being shown to be a liar) into a warmer feeling. By dwelling on his good points, Elizabeth came to realise just how many he owned and became increasingly desirous of apologising to him of her accusations and scathing remarks throughout their acquaintance.

She found a willing helper in Jane and her brother, and between themselves Meryton and the surrounding countryside quickly forgot Mr. Darcy's snubs and haughtiness and felt anticipation in seeing his tall and handsome (and wealthy!) features again in their town.

Caroline swelled with pride at the Town's openness and dwelt with satisfaction on the many admiring and jealous glances she would receive when she caught Mr. Darcy and his ten thousand pounds a year. Mrs. Bennet also helped Caroline daydream about her conquest- she had quickly forgotten how much she had disliked the gentleman and was again dazzled by the amount of jewels, pin money and consequence that Mrs. Caroline Darcy could have.

And so the day arrived when he was expected. Louisa and Mr. Hurst had arrived the day before, and gave their chilly congratulations. Louisa was barely civil to Elizabeth and the Hursts kept strictly to themselves, unless Louisa was speaking with Caroline Bennet.

Elizabeth had dressed in the pale blue morning gown that she had made in London the morning after their argument when she had been so distracted by thoughts of him. It was a perfect cut and enhanced her natural beauty. Even Louisa begrudgingly admitted that Eliza looked very well indeed. Charles shot Lizzy amused glances throughout the day as she started at every little noise outside. Jane had been invited for the day, and Caroline had tagged along as well, however unwanted her presence was. Charles knew that Caroline would not be the best person to have around when Darcy and Elizabeth were to meet for the first time in a month.

Lizzy distractedly turned the pages of a book she was attempting to read. There was a crunch of gravel outside and the sound of a driver urging the horses to slow down. Charles smiled widely, and stood up, offering Jane his arm. Elizabeth jumped up unsteadily, and then sat down again, in an attempt to seem unconcerned. The book fell to the floor.

The door opened, and Fosset announced, "Mr. and Miss Darcy".

Elizabeth slowly stood and forced herself to look upon him. Their eyes met and for a few minutes silence prevailed. Then reminding herself that she was the hostess, she moved to welcome them to Netherfield.

Miss Darcy shyly thanked her for the invitation and the welcome, and then looked to her brother. Elizabeth followed her gaze and moved to greet Mr. Darcy.

Colour suffused her cheeks; it felt like a very warm day.

"You are welcome back to Netherfield, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said quietly.

Darcy had not taken his eyes off the beautiful apparition in soft blue since entering the room. Her fragrance wafted up to him as she stood in front of him, and he, drowning in the look and smell of her, took her hand and placed a lingering kiss upon the back of it.

Elizabeth felt that there were only two people that existed in the Universe at that moment.

He gently caressed her hand before reluctantly letting it go.

"Thank you, Miss Bingley," he said equally quietly. "I am happy to be back."

Chapter Ten: A Wedding- where to go?

Posted on Saturday, 12 October 2002

While our couple stood fixed to the floor opposite each other, the other inhabitants of the room were in various states of emotions. Jane and Bingley smiled fondly at the couple, seeing, if they did not, the love that flew from their glances. Georgiana Darcy however was standing on a strange threshold and felt all the awkwardness of the moment. Jane and Charles quickly moved to ask her to come in and sit down with a cup of tea.

Caroline's feelings upon beholding their greeting can be summed up in a few words: envy, anger and annoyance at being so ignored. She cleared her throat noisily, but no reaction was received.

The couple gently became aware of their surroundings, and both, colouring deeply turned around to see Georgiana already comfortably seated and sipping tea. Elizabeth was mortified at having neglected her guest.

"Won't you come in Mr. Darcy and have some tea or coffee?"

"Tea would be greatly appreciated." Darcy responded, walking over to greet Bingley and Jane and to offer them his earlier congratulations in person.

Once they were all comfortably seated, and Elizabeth had regained some of her equilibrium, she felt composed enough to inquire whether all his business had been carried out to his satisfaction?

"Yes, thank you, Miss Bingley. I am quite impressed with the amount of work I accomplished and am quite proud (with a small smile for her) of the fact that I stuck to it when I could have been more agreeably engaged with friends."

Elizabeth could think of nothing to say in reply- she was too busy wondering if he was referring to someone in London, or the fact that he would have been at Netherfield sooner.

Jane, seeing that Elizabeth was preoccupied, stepped in to carry on the conversation.

"I know Charles is happy to have you staying here with him, and I too am happy to have such a dear friend of his amongst us."

Darcy smiled at her and felt himself a hypocrite having abused her so abominably to Charles and Elizabeth.

"Thank you Miss Bennet. I feel I do not deserve such devotion, but I am very glad to be here amongst such friends again." He directed a warm look to Elizabeth.

She coloured again, and joined in the conversation.

"I heard that you attended Sir Walter Elliot's dinner. I have not had the chance to ask my sister how it went. Did you enjoy it? I have heard that Sir Walter is very attentive to his guests."

Darcy allowed a small smile to play upon his lips. "Indeed, he commented on the uncommonly pretty young ladies that were to be seen in London, and recommended certain products to be used by some of the ladies present to improve their complexions."

Elizabeth smiled at his dry humour. "And what product did he recommend the most, sir?"

"Gowlands."

"Really?" Georgiana exclaimed, having followed the conversation closely. Then becoming flustered at her outburst she mumbled something and lowered her eyes.

Elizabeth saw that Georgiana was exceedingly shy, tried to make her feel comfortable.

"Miss Darcy, why are you so surprised? I know quite a few acquaintances who believe Gowlands to be a saving grace!" This was all said with a twinkle in her eye and a smile to the young lady.

Georgiana at first worried that she had offended, saw that her hostess was teasing and relaxed somewhat.

"But I always thought buttermilk baths the preferred method." Georgiana teased back.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, and continued the game, much to Charles, Jane's and Darcy's amusement.

"Oh no, for buttermilk takes such a long time to prepare, and then you have to go through the process of splashing it on, cleaning it off, and repeating the whole process numerous times."

Elizabeth and Georgiana looked at one another and burst out laughing.

The noise made Caroline come over and having heard parts of the conversation, decided to turn everyone's attention on herself.

"Yes Miss Bingley, you may need to use Gowlands because of how much walking outdoors you do, but as you can see from my naturally brilliant complexion, I have no such need of artificial methods of making my skin look aristocratically healthy."

Darcy and Georgiana were affronted at Miss Caroline. Elizabeth was shocked that she would expose herself but really could only laugh to herself.

"Indeed, Miss Caroline, your complexion lacks nothing." Was all that she trusted herself to say, and seeing that lunch was ready, invited everyone in.

Lunch passed congenially enough. Elizabeth continued to become acquainted with Georgiana, and upbraided herself for again being deceived by Wickham. Georgiana was not haughty or proud, but being young and uncertain was naturally shy. Elizabeth took great pleasure in drawing her out and asking her opinion on music.

Darcy, although slightly jealous of his sister's good fortune, was nevertheless pleased at the blooming friendship between the two young ladies.

Caroline was seated across from Mr. Darcy and tried desperately to divert him with her attentions. Jane noticed how uncomfortable he was becoming determined that they would not stay long after the luncheon.

Bingley was sad to see Jane go, but reflected with joy that a time was fast approaching when she would never leave his side again. After saying tender farewells and arranging for him to visit Jane tomorrow, Bingley turned and showed Darcy to his rooms. Elizabeth also escorted Georgiana to her rooms, where they continued to get to know each other.

By the time dinner approached, Elizabeth had coaxed Georgiana further out of her shell. Georgiana was in awe of her hostess. Miss Bingley was a beautiful, witty woman who could make anyone feel at ease. Darcy noticed with pleasure the change in his sister's countenance over such a short time spent in Elizabeth's company, and felt so much gratitude towards her all he wanted to do was to ask for her forgiveness and her hand. But he was unsure of her reaction, and wished to prove to her that he was a better man for having known her.

The days leading up to the wedding passed quickly. Elizabeth was constantly helping Jane with the preparations for the wedding, and often brought Miss Darcy with her. Mr. Darcy was at first slightly worried, but Bingley assured him that Wickham was no longer in the area. Georgiana became friends with Miss Kitty and Maria Lucas. Charlotte came over occasionally with her younger sister, but seemed to spend much of her time with a certain officer. Elizabeth was very happy for her friend who seemed to be too sensible for marrying for affection. And Captain Denny was a fine young officer and had some independent money of his own, apart from his military wages, so he could afford to keep her in the same style to which she had become accustomed with her father's elevation, whilst giving her some excitement from moving about with a regiment.

Jane often thought that Elizabeth should be her maid of honour, since she did most of the work. Caroline was often out with Mrs. Bennet seeing if anyone new and eligible had come to the neighbourhood, for Mr. Darcy rarely visiting Longbourn. Jane was always on the verge of changing her maid of honour, when her duty to her family, not to mention keeping the peace, required that Caroline be her closest friend on such a day. Ever since Caroline had figured out that Mr. Darcy would be Charles' best man, she had been adamant that only she could be the maid of honour. Jane sighed, but contented herself with the knowledge that Elizabeth was not the least bit jealous (well, not too much), and that she would be her sister very soon.

Miss Darcy was slowly becoming less awkward in society, Kitty introduced Georgiana to her father and to the astonishment of his daughters, he quickly befriended her. Lydia did not care for the latest arrival in their social circle, especially when Georgiana refused to agree with her on a particular bonnet looking better on her than it did on Kitty. Lydia was still in disgrace with her family and Mr. Bennet had refused her all sorts of outings, the first outing she would be allowed to go to would be the weddings.

Caroline and Lydia each gave each other a wide berth, not trusting to be civil with each other. Even Mrs. Bennet was quickly losing patience with her youngest. Mr. Bennet, annoyed with both their childishness, often amused himself with the idea of letting them punish themselves by making Caroline and Lydia share the same room- Kitty was quickly becoming sick of hearing Lydia's many complaints. There was an advantage to having two daughters marry and move away- it allowed more rooms to be freed up, both Mary and Jane having a separate bedroom, which meant that Kitty could have her choice of another room so as not to be stuck with Lydia's grumblings throughout the night.

Darcy, however, had the greatest shock upon his return to Hertfordshire. He had been most concerned about how he would be able to remove the county's bad impression of himself, and yet it seemed someone else had done it for him! Neither Bingley, Jane nor Elizabeth would tell him how this had been accomplished, or why it had been done. Nevertheless, he accepted it gratefully and proved to the skeptical inhabitants that he was a man changed.

The person to whom he most wished to show his new behaviour was the most cognisant of the change. Elizabeth daily interacted with him and soon realised that he was one of the best gentleman of her acquaintance. Seeing his kindness to his sister, which Georgiana simply took for granted as always being present, presented a new side to his character- that of a responsible and generous guardian. To think he had many people within his care as a great landholder in Derbyshire! How many more people were reliant on his goodwill and charity?

On the morning before the wedding was to take place, Elizabeth and Georgiana set off for Longbourn, leaving Charles and Darcy to potter about Netherfield trying to keep their minds off the ladies that had captured their hearts. Seeing that Charles had quickly succumbed to the temptation of lolling about the house with a silly grin on his face, Darcy decided that he needed to purchase a few things, for Georgiana and he were to leave shortly after the wedding ceremony since the newlyweds were leaving to go to Italy for their wedding tour.

He set off at a quick pace, driving away thoughts of anything but the rhythm of his horse's hooves against the hard packed dirt. Entering the environs of Meryton, he slowed his pace into an easy trot and stopped at the front of the local bookstore. Darcy was not a person to whom shopping was an exciting experience, but he always found that if he stopped and browsed through a bookstore first, the rest of the shopping trip could be born with a degree of cheerfulness.

Nodding to the owner, a Mr. Harrod, Darcy inquired about the latest books and quickly became absorbed in analysing which ones he should buy, and for whom. Being very methodical, he had quickly sorted at least ten books into four piles. One pile for those books not worth buying, one for books he was interested in, one for Georgiana, and another for... well... for another person of his acquaintance that he knew appreciated reading and libraries. He had already separated a few books out into her pile before being fully aware of what he was doing, and he could not resist the temptation to leave them piled. He did not have to buy them in any event- he just wished to leave them there as a sort of day dream where he could believe that he had the pleasure and the right to buy her books whenever he pleased.

Thoughts of books were soon driven from his mind however, as three young ladies entered the room. It was a slip into his old habits that made him move further into the store to avoid being seen. He was not sorry for it as he found to his amazement that he was the eventual topic of the young ladies' conversation. He strained to hear their conversation and quickly identified the speakers as Miss Lucas and her sister, Maria, and Miss Mary Bennet.

"Mary you must be excited about tomorrow!" Maria giggled nervously, the thought of marriage was at once both thrilling and daunting, especially when the husband was Mr. Collins. Well, she thought, perhaps it was less thrilling and more daunting.

"Hush Maria!" Charlotte scolded, "When her time comes, Mary, I am sure she will act just as you have. It must give you great comfort to be so well situated, at just nineteen too!" Charlotte would have been envious of Mary's good fortune, except her own prospects looked more promising currently than they would have a few months ago. She had seriously considered trying to secure Mr. Collins affections when it was obvious that Caroline wanted none of them. But Mrs. Bennet had been too quick, and Captain Denny removed all disappointment, and so Charlotte could sincerely wish Jane and Mary a very happy married life.

There is a saying that one marriage begets another, and Charlotte had reason to believe that her own wedding would follow shortly after this double wedding. She hugged to herself the knowledge of Captain Denny's warmth affections and application for her hand. He was at this moment going to her father to ask for his blessing. The wedding would take place as soon as possible, especially since the militia were being reassigned to Brighton. Brighton would be a wonderful place for her honeymoon!

Mary nodded knowingly at Charlotte, having been long aware of her more practical nature. "Thank you Charlotte, and I do hope that you may one day find another Mr. Collins to make you as happy as I am!"

Charlotte nearly laughed at the absurd notion. To think now, when she was so happily engaged to a man she loved, that her former self would have been able to calmly reconcile the notion of marrying for convenience. But she would not dare to wound Mary thus, and nodded pleasantly and changed the subject.

"I believe Miss Bingley is spending a great deal of time at Longbourn. Will she be there later today? Maria and I were hoping to call upon Jane and yourself to offer our congratulations and best wishes before the wedding tomorrow. I know that Maria would also enjoy speaking with Miss Darcy."

"Yes, Charlotte, both Miss Bingley and Miss Darcy had arrived by the time I was leaving, and they often stay til after tea. Depending on how much they can bear Caroline and Lydia's constant squabbling!"

"But is there a great deal of nastiness between the two do you think?" Maria put in, eager for a laugh over the famous Miss Bennet's fights, especially when it had arisen and no one had yet to understand the exact nature of the spat.

Charlotte made a shushing notion, but was also eager for the gossip. Mary sighed in resignation.

"Those two need to learn to control their emotions! You should see Lydia stomping about the house declaring how bored she is! And Caroline! With all her airs and fine feathers, declaring herself to be the next Mrs. Darcy and the proud Mistress of such a grand estate as Pemberley!"

Darcy started at this open declaration. He was not blind to Miss Caroline's pretensions but to hear it declared so openly by her was shocking. He would know how to act, and would enjoy putting Miss Caroline in her place for once and for all!

Meanwhile the ladies had moved on further.

"Although I do not believe that his intentions lie where Caroline would wish." Charlotte smirked. Mary could not help but smile back; she knew it was not right to gossip behind people's backs, especially family members. But these were two good, close family friends, and it was Caroline! Caroline who had to be put up with day and night for the last six years, ever since she came Out.

"No indeed." Mary rejoined, raising her eyebrow. "One does get the notion that Caroline has chosen the wrong sister to befriend in her campaign. Mrs. Hurst can be of no real assistance to her designs on Mr. Darcy, indeed, they may even hinder them!"

"Yes" laughed Charlotte, "I believe I may have detected him faintly rolling his eyes and shrugging his shoulders sometimes when in Mrs. Hurst's presence. Meanwhile, here is Mr. Darcy's sister herself in the neighbourhood. Quite the person to use as an arrow to his heart, and yet she fails to capture his sister, or himself."

Darcy started becoming extremely uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going. He was nevertheless astonished at how free and open young ladies can be with each other. This was definitely something to be told to his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam when they next met. But Mary had continued.

"It is not by any want of trying on Caroline's behalf- she has, poor Miss Darcy, praised her dear, new friend to the skies, especially whenever Mr. Darcy is present, and yet Miss Darcy seems to take no notice of her and merely shrugs her off with the utmost politeness. If your theory is correct Charlotte, I would say it was Miss Bingley that would be prime suspect for being on the most intimate terms with the sister. For the brother, I should not attempt to determine."

Charlotte smiled knowingly. "Yes, Miss Darcy and Miss Bingley get along famously well. I am happy for her, since I know she derives little comfort from her sister, Mrs. Hurst. And now with her dearest brother getting married, she must face the harsh reality of being in the way of both couples. I know Jane loves her and would have asked her to be the maid of honour, but for familial duty. I am glad that she will get along with her brother's wife. But then who could not with dear Jane?"

Maria, not the brightest spark, was still processing the information of Miss Darcy and Miss Bingley very good friends, which may lead to Miss Bingley becoming Mrs. Darcy? Is that how it worked? Sisters determined whether someone was suitable for their brother? What if one had no sister? Maria was a tad confused by it all.

"But do you really feel that the charming Miss Bingley could marry Mr. Darcy?" Maria asked timidly. Shocking the three listeners.

"Whatever do you mean Maria?" Charlotte demanded. "He is a little guarded in company to be sure, but don't you remember the dance at the Netherfield Ball?"

A dreamy look came into the three young lady's faces, even Mary paused to wonder what it would have been like. They sighed in unison. Darcy blushed furiously. Had it really been that obvious even then that I loved her so much?

"But he was so disliked then!" Maria persisted, "Everyone was so affronted by his snobbery and arrogance."

Charlotte sighed in exasperation. "What about all that Miss Bingley told us of his wonderful, kind nature? And his behaviour since coming back has been all that is gentlemanly and considerate. Our father was delighted with his comments on St. James the other night."

"That is true, I suppose," Maria admitted reluctantly. "But how can one change so quickly? How would you know that he would not just change again?"

"I do believe that in essentials, Mr. Darcy is as he ever was. And according to Miss Bingley, who confided that she was afraid that he would not be very welcome when he came again from London, he has always been slightly shy and had some personal troubles that made him neglectful. She spoke so glowingly to all of town and the tradesmen in such a subtle way that within two weeks of her returning, before he arrived himself, that she had affected a total change of opinion." Charlotte smiled in amusement. She was quite sure by that act alone that her friend Elizabeth felt very strongly about Mr. Darcy. "She is a very capable lady."

"Yes!" Mary exclaimed. "She has even my mother asking her opinion on lace and finery, and, this is the astonishing part, mother listens to her opinions!"

The other ladies looked suitably impressed.

"But I really would like to find that volume. Mr. Collins stressed to me how wonderful it was, and how Lady Catherine had actually quoted from it."

Charlotte imperceptibly rolled her eyes. Mary had not changed that much.

As the ladies moved on, Darcy let out a slow breath and passed a hand through his hair. He had often wondered why he had received such a friendly welcome, and now he knew. Elizabeth had worked long and hard to efface any remaining censure of his previous behaviour. He did not understand it, but he wished to thank her. Immediately! Darcy quickly took his four bundles to the counter, paid for three of them and impatiently waited for the books to be wrapped. Once outside, he quickly mounted his horse and galloped off to Netherfield. He would need to change before seeing her.

As Darcy came closer to Netherfield, he paused a moment in front of the view of the house. It was a fine old estate, and the people in the surrounding village could be very nice and gracious in light of his past behaviour to them. He dismounted and pondered for a while the information he had gained whilst in town. To think that Elizabeth had spoken so glowingly of him warmed his heart and gave him confidence that his desire may yet be achieved. With only one day before the wedding, he was concerned with where and when he would see her again. He only hoped that she would visit him when she was in London with her sister.

With such thoughts as these, he was startled to see the object of his thoughts in the distance. Seeing a gardener close by, Darcy quickly led his horse over to him and asked if he would be so kind as to see the horse stabled. The gardener agreed, leaving Darcy to quickly catch up with Miss Bingley.

She was a little flustered at seeing him, and asked herself if this was the moment when she could finally apologise.

He bowed formally to her, and she responded in kind. He noticed her flushed face and thought her more beautiful than ever.

"I did not expect to see you here Miss Bingley. I had... err... heard that you were at Longbourn all day today."

Elizabeth smiled. "Yes sir, I was, but we finished our preparations early, Mrs. Bennet can be quite an efficient woman. And so I left Jane taking a well-deserved rest. Her aunt and uncle Gardiner, and their children, came today from London. They were extremely nice and Mrs. Gardiner worked wonders with Mrs. Bennet! There were enough people in the house by that time so Georgiana and I decided to make our way home. I left her having a little lie down- she has been a great help to everyone."

Darcy smiled. "And are you not yourself tired Miss Bingley? You have worked hard as well on the wedding preparations." He offered her his arm, praying that she would take it, even if she was not tired.

Elizabeth laughed gaily, and took his arm. "I am not particularly tired, although after all this bustle, I am afraid I may become bored with normal life!" Seeing Darcy's raised eyebrows, she amended her statement. "Well, perhaps not bored. It may actually be quite pleasant!"

Darcy smiled, and moved ever so much closer to her. "But you will be in London soon with your sister. Surely that will prove bustle enough?"

Elizabeth grimaced slightly. "Yes, I suppose it shall. No doubt there will be plenty of Balls and Assemblies and dinner parties to go to."

Darcy fought a stab of jealousy at the thought that some Officer or Gentleman or cad could be dancing with his Elizabeth by the end of the week. "And this does not thrill you?" He asked in an attempt to move his thoughts away from a dancing Elizabeth. A dancing Elizabeth in his arms.

Elizabeth paused for a moment. "I must admit London is not my favourite place. The Operas and music recitals are wonderful and I do enjoy having the ability to occasionally spend some time there." She smiled at him, "but I will admit to loving the country. So that is one vexation amidst all this happiness and excitement. If Charles was not getting married tomorrow, I would not have to leave the country for the city."

An idea was forming in Darcy's mind at her speech. He was extremely pleased that their views coincided so well regarding the city and country, and he wondered what her reaction would be to the wilds of Derbyshire. Then he remembered why he had come over to speak with her in the first place.

"Yes, the country can be the best place to be, especially when the inhabitants are as welcoming and kind as they have been to me here." He directed a piercing gaze at her.

She coloured, unsure of why he was saying it. She had never meant for him to find out her campaign to win the populace to Darcy's side.

But he was continuing. "I am very much surprised at just how warm my welcome is. I had not behaved well when last here, and as we both know, I think, people have long memories when it comes to slights and censure."

Elizabeth turned her face from him. She had no wish to hear his thanks. He stopped walking and turned to face her. He saw that she was uncomfortable, and he determined to leave his direct thanks to a time when he could better express it. Instead he made a general comment.

"I know that Hertfordshire society must have disliked the notion of my return and would have suffered it only for Charles' sake, and yet they are kind and welcoming. I am truly grateful, dare I say thankful, to those wonderful friends that understand my true nature and have tried to make my stay so much brighter than last time."

Elizabeth flushed uncomfortably, and was touched by his words. "I am sure your friends only did what was needed to repair the damage that they may have done last time. I am sure that most of the blame for the ill-opinions was caused not by your behaviour, but by their own misconceptions and slander."

Darcy couldn't believe that Elizabeth was trying to take the blame of his actions upon herself. His agitation at her self-condemnation can be the only explanation for his subsequent actions.

He grasped her hands, and drew her close. "Please do not excuse me and blame yourself." Elizabeth coloured, not displeased by his actions. Perhaps it was for the best that they stopped speaking in riddles and hiding behind civility.

"Miss Bingley, please, I deserved the censure. I behaved abominably- I cannot think of it without abhorrence." He paused. "May I speak frankly?"

Elizabeth nodded, looking up at him. "I was proud and you were perfectly right in most of what you said to me that day in London. I do not blame you for believing the rest. I am sure Wickham told enough truths to cover up any falsehoods he may have spread. If it was not for my pride and honour, I would have rid the world of Wickham long ago."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, Mr. Darcy, you must not take all the blame- I was just as stubborn and prejudiced in my opinion of you. I did not care if you, a guest in my brother's house, were claimed a villain, I am sure I helped to spread the lies, I at least did nothing to counter them!" She took a deep breath. "I accused you unjustly and mistakenly. Please allow me to apologise, and do not thank me for something that had to be done." A small smile played upon her lips. "Is it not the hostess' duty to make sure that their guests stay is a pleasant one? If that means drastically changing the opinions of a few hundred people, why," Elizabeth declared airily, "what is that?"

Darcy marvelled at her playfulness. "Well, I will thank you, not only for charming a few hundred people and for making my sister's and my stay so comfortable, but for accepting my own humble apologies for what I said to you in London and in all my past dealings with yourself." He looked at her, "Will you accept my apologies? Can we start afresh?"

Elizabeth slowly raised her eyes to meet his, she had that same, small smile upon her lips. "I believe, sir, that would be a wonderful idea!"

And so saying, she withdrew her hands from his, and distanced herself. Sweeping into a formal curtsey, she exclaimed what a pleasure it was to be making an acquaintance of such a dear friend of her brothers.

Darcy grinned and made a very fine bow. "I believe the pleasure is all mine, my dear Miss Bingley." And so saying, he placed a very slow, very gentle kiss on her hand.

Taken back by her feelings for a moment, Elizabeth lost her witty rejoinder. Which gave Darcy the chance to place her hand in the crook of his arm again.

As they recommenced walking, Darcy broached the subject of Wickham again. He did not understand the exact details of why Wickham was no longer in the regiment.

"For I had been afraid that Georgiana was not quite ready to meet him again, and had planned all sorts of little excuses for her not to go to Balls and dinners and such if there was the remote chance that she would bump into him."

Elizabeth smiled. "Well, Mr. Darcy, it all happened one day when Charles and I were walking to Longbourn. Do not look so shocked Mr. Darcy! It is only three miles to Longbourn, and we were sure we would be back before dinner."

And so saying, Elizabeth told him of all her and Charles' dealings with Wickham, and his subsequent removal from the militia and current residence in a London cell.

That night, there was a kind of nervous excitement and anticipation throughout dinner. Georgiana was going to attend her very first wedding and was hoping that the simple, but elegant dress she bought would be perfect for the occasion. Bingley was an absolute wreck- he could not stop grinning from ear to ear and no one could get a coherent sentence from him. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst were merely impatient for the whole affair to be over so they could get back to London and continue on with their lives. Darcy and Elizabeth, apologies made and received, were happy to be in each other's company and quickly becoming more at ease.

Once dinner was over, Elizabeth led the ladies into the drawing room for tea and sweets. She and Georgiana talked excitedly about tomorrow and what they would be wearing whilst Mrs. Hurst fiddled with her jewellery looking bored, but was really quite jealous of the closeness of the other two and still put out about the wedding in general. At a pause in the conversation, she struck.

"Oh by the way Elizabeth, did I mention that you won't be able to stay with Mr. Hurst and myself after the wedding? We are expecting guests and then will be going on to Scarborough to visit his parents."

Elizabeth, shocked, looked to her sister and then to Georgiana. Words formed in her mind but she could not speak them aloud. Mrs. Hurst hid a smug smile as she watched Elizabeth open and close her mouth in amazement. Georgiana saw her expression and could not believe that a sister would want to wound and neglect Elizabeth thus. How was Elizabeth to find alternate arrangements at such short notice? Indignation for her friend made Georgiana bold enough to consider offering her a place at Pemberley, but she remembered that it was not her decision to make- she would need her brother's approval.

The men were not long in coming. Darcy found no fun sitting with one grinning fool and another listless, untalkative fool, and he was anxious for the sparkling wit and lively conversation he knew he could be part of in another room.

But Elizabeth was not sparkling when he arrived. Instead he saw that she was agitated and unhappy. She quickly moved away upon the gentlemen's arrival and started playing some music at the pianoforte. Always appreciative of her performances, he could not however fail to notice that she was struggling to keep her composure. Anxious to be of assistance to her, he looked at Georgiana helplessly. Upon her motion for him to sit beside her, he quickly learnt the problem. Georgiana also apprised him of her solution to the problem, and he quickly gave his approval, relieved somewhat of having to endure the questioning stares that he may have received had he initiated the idea.

When Elizabeth had finished her somewhat melancholy song, there was a polite smattering of applause. She stood up and slowly made her way over to where Georgiana sat. Darcy, seated on the other side of his sister, could see she was still somewhat out of sorts.

"Elizabeth," Georgiana started, "I hope you may join my brother and I at Pemberley after the wedding tomorrow. I would love to show you my garden and the many walks and views of Derbyshire."

Elizabeth instantly looked to Darcy to see what his reaction was. Seeing that he was happy with the idea, and that he smiled at her encouragingly, Elizabeth hesitatingly accepted and couldn't help throwing a look of triumph at her sister. Mrs. Hurst was again quite put out with Elizabeth. Bingley proclaimed it as a wonderful idea and then suggested that in a few weeks, he and Jane could come and visit Pemberley and then they could all make their way to London together.

Darcy agreed and all the arrangements were made. To Pemberley Elizabeth was to go.

The day of the wedding dawned bright. Jane was up early and prepared well in advance for the 2pm wedding service. Mrs. Bennet made sure to send her maid to Mary as well as Jane. Mary had never been her favourite daughter, but as future Mistress of Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet was especially pleased with her today.

In a house three miles away, Charles was nervously pacing, wondering for the hundredth time why they had not decided on an earlier wedding. It was 12pm now and he had been ready for a long time. Elizabeth was still getting ready upstairs, but she was due to leave with Miss Darcy to arrive with the bride's party. Darcy was calmly reading a book- at least to Charles he looked calm. In reality Darcy was extremely nervous about the wedding. To be his friend's best man was an honour he did not consider lightly. He thought with some trepidation the walk back down the aisle with Miss Caroline, but it was really Elizabeth that he was nervous to see. To have her standing close by at such a ceremony, it was a test for him not to ask her to make a third couple in the bridal party. Then there was the excitement that she would be travelling back with Georgiana and himself later that day to Pemberley! He would usually ride outside the carriage if it were a fine day, not being particularly comfortable being confined for too long, but he would enjoy travelling in the carriage today. He felt he owed it to his future guest to ensure her every comfort.

"Mr. Bingley?"

The men turned to see a vision in pale lilac enter the room.

"Miss Darcy!" Bingley exclaimed, "You look absolutely wonderful!"

Georgiana blushed and curtseyed, turning towards her brother.

"You look beautiful as always, my dear. I am glad there won't be many bachelors at the wedding. I don't want to spend my time monitoring who is talking to you."

Georgiana's cheeks became pinker, if possible, but she smiled winsomely and as she kissed her brother on the cheek, she murmured something that completely took him off guard. "No indeed, I'm not sure you would be able to spare any attention to attend to me at all. Elizabeth looks stunning. You will love it, your favourite colour is green, is it not?"

Before Darcy could recover, Georgiana had moved towards Bingley to offer him her congratulations and to tell them both that Elizabeth and she were ready to leave.

"Right!" Bingley exclaimed and quickly hurried out to say goodbye to his sister for a while. Darcy remained behind in the library stunned at his sister's teasing. Soon the sound of the carriage was heard at the door and it quickly moved away. Darcy had lost his chance to see Elizabeth.

When he did see her in the Church just before the ceremony started, she took his breath away. She was clothed in light folds of light green silk, which set off the slight red tints in her hair that was curled and cascaded down her back. Interwoven into her hair were little apple blossoms, and as she walked near him, he could smell the fresh fragrance of her.

"A vision is she not?" Charles whispered quietly behind him.

Darcy nodded slowly, finding his throat was dry.

Charles grinned widely. "I am the luckiest man alive to have her becoming my wife in a matter of an hour!"

After a momentary confusion, Darcy realised that whilst he had been enraptured with the vision of Elizabeth, Jane Bennet had been walking down the aisle, and it was about her that Charles directed his remark.

Elizabeth being maid of honour in all but name stood near the bridal party at the altar. She could not help but notice how very handsome Mr. Darcy looked standing next to her brother. As the ceremony progressed, Elizabeth concentrated in particular on the promises and vows. Would it be possible for someone to love someone to that extent- that no matter what happened, that for better or for worse two individuals would be as one? Elizabeth was thrilled and daunted by that sort of commitment. Looking at her brother, she wondered whether he actually thought about what he was promising, or whether it just came naturally to him to care so much for Jane.

The other couple at the altar seemed to be paying more attention to the words than each other, and Elizabeth wondered whether this sort of devotion to the written word would not be destructive eventually? If Mary Bennet and Mr. Collins, who both had an alarming theoretical knowledge, one day clashed in their opinions on the same text, what would happen to them? Elizabeth hoped, for their sakes that they would grow together in their opinions and would seek to discuss their differences without resorting to quoting from one book or a particular sermon.

All too soon the ceremony was over and Elizabeth watched Mr. Darcy escort a very pleased Caroline Bennet down the aisle. If it was not for the look of suffering tolerance plainly visible to all, except perhaps the lady and her mother, Elizabeth may have been slightly envious. Instead, Georgiana and she walked down after the bridal party and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. The latter started clucking away with pride and gloating to all her nearest neighbours, including not-so-subtle hints at how splendid her second daughter looked with Mr. Darcy.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner came over to congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Bingley as Elizabeth and Georgiana were doing the same. Darcy watched Elizabeth converse pleasantly with the Bennet's relatives and was amazed at how easily she fit into the Bennet's family- would it be that easy with his family? But, Darcy realised, some members of his family were a little more... overpowering than even Mrs. Bennet could boast. Miss Caroline, or I should say- now Miss Bennet- was still firmly attached to his arm and Darcy was at a loss as to how to remove her. A large feather in the distance gave him inspiration.

"Miss Bennet" he addressed Caroline in his most charming voice, "would you like to come this way with me?"

Caroline's heart fluttered. Could this be the declaration? She willing allowed him to lead her away from the main group of people. Her heart pounded, this was her moment of triumph. They stopped, he turned to face her, she looked up into his eyes and he started to say something.

"I do!" she blurted out. Who cared about hearing the proposal?

Darcy quickly hid his amusement- it was obvious that she heard nothing of what he just said.

"In that case my dear Miss Bennet, I am sure Mrs. Hurst will be happy to take you back in her carriage. Thank you for letting me escort my sister and Miss Bingley to the celebration at Netherfield. There is nothing better than escorting those one loves best."

Triumphing over her look of outrage, shock and disappointment, Darcy quickly made his way back to Elizabeth, leaving Caroline to sniff loudly to Mrs. Hurst. She noticed the smug smile upon his face and having seen that he just came from Miss Caroline's side, she stepped out and greeted him, adding further fuel to Miss Caroline's fire of dislike.

"And what makes you so happy today sir?" Lizzy asked archly.

Darcy could not resist taking one hand and raising it to his lips. "Merely the fact that Miss Caroline Bennet has graciously offered to be escorted to Netherfield by someone other than me."

"Indeed!" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in question. Darcy took her captured hand and placed it in the crook of his arm.

"And so will you give me the great honour of escorting you and my sister, of course, there in my carriage?"

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure sir. Thank you." Elizabeth turned and curtseyed slightly. She gave an impish wink, "I shall have to thank Miss Bennet when I get the chance."

Darcy laughed softly. "Yes do, I'm sure she will be happy to hear of your enjoyable trip home."

"So my trip home will be enjoyable will it?" Elizabeth asked impertinently, quickly losing any interest regarding Caroline in this conversation.

"Of course it will be!" Darcy exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. "I shall endeavour to entertain you handsomely on the short journey to Netherfield. It will give me a chance to practice for the longer journey to Derbyshire this afternoon."

"I dare say you do whatever you do handsomely sir, but whether that makes it enjoyable, I will not comment." Elizabeth's eyes widened at her audacity, but continued on, slightly flurried. "I will however give you a review afterwards and advise you on any points that you may wish to consider before the next occasion."

Darcy smiled warmly at her. "Perhaps you could give me this advice then, during the first dance?"

Elizabeth gently shook her head. "I do believe it is customary for the best man and maid of honour to dance the first together- after the bridal dance." Seeing Darcy's crestfallen expression (not to mention approaching doom that he had to speak with Caroline again), Elizabeth offered what comfort she could by letting him claim whichever dances after that he so chose.

"In that case, madam, I believe I will have the second and third dances." Elizabeth nodded. "And perhaps the fourth and fifth?"

She laughed. "I meant that you could choose any dance that you wished, not all my dances."

"No you didn't." Darcy disagreed. "Could you also please reserve the supper dance for me as well?"

"Sir!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "You know I didn't mean all my dances! I shall have to dance at least once with Charles, and then perhaps once with Mr. Hurst. I should like to dance with Mr. Bennet and perhaps Captain Denny. I am sure I should wish to sit out a few to talk with your sister and rest a bit." Darcy's expression of despair was priceless. "And really sir, you should dance at least once with Jane, and perhaps Mrs. Collins. Of course your sister will want a dance, and Mrs. Bennet will quite expect it I dare say. Then there is the dance with Miss Catherine and Miss Lydia may also wish for a dance. So I do believe you will be dancing more often than I!"

Darcy was turning purple in horror.

"Why dear Fitzwilliam!" Georgiana exclaimed, drawing near, "Whatever is the matter? You look quite unwell, shall we go now and have a little rest before the rest of the guests arrive?"

"Yes Georgiana" Darcy agreed curtly. He quickly told Charles that they were leaving now to prepare the servants for everyone else's arrival. And then almost before she knew what had happened, Elizabeth was firmly placed in the Darcy carriage, sitting opposite from Georgiana and next to Mr. Darcy! To make matters worse, he had not released her hand.

Georgiana did not know what to do. There was obviously a problem, and yet it was charming that her brother had unconsciously placed Elizabeth next to himself. But should she say something- would it make the situation more awkward? What had happened?

Elizabeth was in the same situation- she was trying to weigh whether she should draw attention to her hand being in his hand, and the fact that her leg would often brush against his. It really was quite a pleasant feeling, but she did not want to raise any questions or scandal by sitting next to a gentleman.

Darcy had been unaware of exactly what he had done, although he slowly became aware of what his thumb was gently stroking and froze. He stole a glance at his sister and saw her look of alarm and amusement. He tried to convey to her to think of someway out of this situation, but she shrugged helplessly.

Looking sideways at Elizabeth did nothing to strengthen his resolve to put a distance between them. She had her eyes half closed and could be seen breathing slightly heavily. If it were entirely left to him, he would guess that she was enjoying herself. Damn Georgiana being here! he sighed in frustration. It would make this slightly less awkward.

Since it was not very far from the Church to Netherfield, they had reached the house before Darcy had time to detach himself from Miss Bingley. He had to act quickly, lest the servants see them in such a compromising situation and cause gossip, so without waiting for the footman Darcy opened the carriage and leapt out. Shooing the footman away, he helped his sister out and then Elizabeth. Then taking both ladies' arms, he escorted them into the hall and then the ballroom.

They did not have to wait long for the guests to start arriving and in a matter of ten minutes Netherfield was quickly filled with chattering, happy people. Soon after, the dancing began and Charles and Jane, and Mary and Mr. Collins opened the set. Darcy was obliged to join the set with Caroline Bennet and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst joined in as well. Darcy was anxious to see who would have the privilege of escorting Elizabeth to the floor, and was relieved when he saw it was Mr. Bennet. Miss Lucas and Captain Denny (who had announced their engagement), and Miss Kitty and Miss Lydia with two other soldiers also joined in. Maria Lucas and Georgiana stood on the outskirts, both not particularly interested in dancing with strangers.

As soon as the dance was over, Darcy quickly escorted Caroline to the side and excused himself, rushing off to claim his first dance with Elizabeth. She smiled brightly at him and they moved together to form the next set. Mr. and Mrs. Collins, having danced the obligatory dance, decided not to dance anymore. Mr. Bennet was dancing with Jane and Charles had asked Mrs. Bennet.

"I believe we must have some talk, Miss Bingley. A very little will suffice."

Elizabeth laughed softly. "I will say whatever you wish me to say."

Darcy smiled. "That answer may usually suffice, but I particularly wish to hear your review of the carriage ride. I would like to know if there is anyway that I can improve?"

Elizabeth really could do nothing but blush and smile. He was uniformly charming! "I believe, Mr. Darcy, that a little conversation next time would be appropriate."

Darcy could not help but be a little disappointed. He had rather thought the opposite- he could think of many ways to pass the time more pleasantly involving no words at all.

"But," Elizabeth conceded, "It was really quite enjoyable all the same, and I have nothing to complain about."

The whole room was aware of how wide Darcy smiled at that moment, and he did not care. He was quite willing to let the whole of England know of his love for this amazing, wonderful woman.

"I do not believe I have told you how beautiful you look today, Miss Bingley."

Elizabeth's heart did a little turn. "Thank you." She said quietly.

Darcy smiled gently and let the rest of the dance pass in contented quiet. All too soon the next dance was forming and Darcy was torn. He did not want to give Elizabeth up, and yet, as she had pointed out earlier, there was a long list of other candidates that he should dance with. Elizabeth, too was undecided. There really was no one else whom she wished to spend any of her time, and yet she could not really dance more than twice with Mr. Darcy without raising speculation.

In the end the decision was taken from both their hands as Bingley walked over to claim Lizzy for a dance. Darcy in turn asked Jane, and both couples spent a pleasurable dance, Jane and Darcy chatting quietly about what Jane planned to do on her honeymoon to Italy. Charles was gently teasing his sister about Darcy and Elizabeth was quickly becoming redder and redder. It was a rare occasion that he had the advantage over her and he pressed it.

Thankfully, Charles stopped the dancing and invited everyone to sit down for a meal. Jane and Georgiana had set the seating arrangements so it was with pleasure that Elizabeth and Darcy sat down next to each other, quite a long way from Caroline Bennet.

Once supper was completed, half the crowd lingered in the dining hall, whilst the other, Darcy and Elizabeth amongst them, moved back into the ballroom. There were now only a few dances until Charles and Jane were to leave, and so they remained chatting with all their friends, slowly saying goodbye to everyone.

Darcy quickly turned to Elizabeth and smiled confidently.

"I believe you promised me this dance?" he offered her his hand.

Elizabeth smiled and shook her head. He could see she was going to say something witty and refuse, but all of a sudden she looked straight into his warm brown eyes and paused. Her smile slowly turned serious, her lips slightly parted. She was drowning in his eyes. She reached out to clasp his hand unsteadily. He in turn pulled her closer, and couldn't resist resting his hand on her lower back. Shocked by the pleasant sensation, Elizabeth allowed him to lead her to the set.

With a strange déjŕ vu, the first strains of the waltz were heard. Elizabeth and Darcy gasped softly, then smiled at each other. The other ladies flew into a frenzy of excitement, secretly congratulating themselves that they had learnt the waltz since last time.

Elizabeth did not know how she would cope dancing so closely to Darcy. Last time she had been angry with him, and she still could not resist him. What would happen now that she knew she felt for him deeply? What would happen now that she could admit that it was the man, not the dance that gave her a tingling sensation from head to toe, especially concentrated where his arm was now curled around her back.

Again, they both moved flawlessly together and created many jealous stares. The urge to rest her head against his chest was almost too much for Elizabeth. Darcy was struggling not to relinquish her hand and placing his other arm around her and drawing her closer.

From the sides, Jane and Georgiana watched in satisfaction. Charles soon came over to join them, and seeing the reason for their smug expressions, joined in the grinning. He leaned over to whisper to Georgiana.

"I do believe, that my sister will soon become your sister."

Georgiana just smiled in excitement. How she had wanted a sister all these years!

Another dance between our couple passed in silence, but it was punctuated with such little smiles of pleasure and longing glances that their eyes communicated volumes. With the last twirl, Darcy spun her around and finally kissed her hand.

Elizabeth surprised and breathless by the twirl realised then how much she cared for Darcy, and for the first time actively thought about what it would mean to be Mrs. Darcy.

They moved off the dance floor together, an unspoken agreement that neither of them would dance any more that day. They saw Jane and Charles quickly move off with bemused smiles as they near to where Georgiana was standing.

"Why does Charles smile so, Georgiana?" Elizabeth asked.

Georgiana was slightly flustered to come up with a reason, other than the truth. "It is because he is happy- he did marry the love of his life today, Lizzy!"

Elizabeth smiled. There was something that they were all obviously hiding, but she was too happy at the moment to care. To suddenly realise that you were in love with the most wonderful man was something that was hard to dislodge from her thoughts.

The three stood in companionable silence, except for the quiet whispers passed between Georgiana and Lizzy, and Lizzy and Darcy. Once the second last dance was over, they moved towards the entrance, knowing that by the end of the last dance Charles and Jane would be leaving.

The last dance was over. Jane and Charles were moving towards the door. Mrs. Bennet could be heard crying and lamenting the length of time that they would be away. Mr. and Mrs. Collins were also leaving for Hunsford and their farewell was short and proper.

Bingley and Jane, both wearing the most beatific expression kissed their relatives goodbye. Bingley warmly wished Elizabeth a happy stay at Pemberley, and a Mr. Bennet who was close to tears sincerely congratulated Jane again on her marriage.

Bingley then shook hands with his father-in-law and Jane went to hug Elizabeth and thank her for her friendship. Elizabeth couldn't help crying in joy that she was to have such a sister and hugged her tightly back. Darcy watched in delight as his sister also became a part of the small group, but Elizabeth gained most of his attention.

Jane soon separated and was handed into the carriage by Bingley. Bingley clasped his best friends hand and bade him to take good care of his sister. Both men turned to fondly look at Elizabeth.

Before stepping into the carriage, Bingley turned once more to his friend and smiled at the direction Darcy was still looking in.

"Oh Darce, you do realise you do not need my permission, don't you?"

"Permission?" Darcy asked preoccupied.

"For Elizabeth." Bingley prompted.

Darcy turned around stunned. Was Bingley giving him permission to ask Elizabeth to be his wife?

Bingley nodded knowingly.

A slow smile spread across Darcy's face. He clapped Bingley on the shoulder and urged him into the carriage where Mrs. Jane Bingley awaited.

"Thank you, I shall endeavour to presume upon it sometime soon. Have a wonderful honeymoon, I shall take care of your sister, never fear, we have a very extensive library after all."

He could still hear Bingley's laughter as the horses trotted down the lane.

Chapter Ten: Of All This I Might be Mistress!

Posted on Monday, 20 January 2003

The guests did not linger long after the couple had been gone. Mr. Bennet thought it best to take Mrs. Bennet home, along with his other daughters, most of who were trying to outdo themselves in silliness. Still, they were the last to leave Netherfield for Caroline had a sudden bout of coughing that required her to cling onto the nearest gentleman for support. Unsurprisingly it was Mr. Darcy who was honoured. Lydia was however walking past at the same moment, and it was a matter of moments, not to mention genius, that Miss Bennet was quickly transferred to clinging to her younger sister.

Mr. Bennet imperceptibly rolled his eyes at Miss Bingley and offered her his very best wishes for her journey to Derbyshire. Mrs. Gardiner, hearing this, also related a few fond memories of her childhood at the town of Lambton. Elizabeth grew slightly nervous, realising that it was nearly time for her to leave and move into his territory.

Finally ushering the last of the guests out, Elizabeth, Darcy and Georgiana let out a collective sigh.

"It was a beautiful ceremony." Georgiana expressed out loud.

"Yes, wasn't it?" Elizabeth answered, remembering the radiant looks on both her brother's and her new sister-in-law's faces. "A wonderful wedding for the two very best people in the world."

Darcy was inclined to disagree, but kept it to himself, only nodding at Elizabeth and Georgiana.

"Now ladies, I do not wish to rush you, but it is a long way to Pemberley, and I would like to get to --- to stop for tonight. When do you think you could be ready and I shall have the carriage readied?"

Georgiana and Elizabeth both explained that they were already packed and all that remained was to have the carriage brought round and loaded with their luggage.

Darcy, eager to be off, quickly summoned the carriage and the process of organising trunks, giving last minute instructions and the frantic checking for forgotten items began.

After half an hour, all were satisfied that everything was in order, and Darcy had the pleasure of helping the ladies into his spacious equipage. This time he sat opposite the two young ladies, however much he wished to feel Lizzy beside him again. This made him think of his last encounter with Charles.

Lizzy caught Darcy grinning softly to himself and wondered what it could be. Feeling much too self-conscious to ask, she nevertheless noticed how handsome he looked. Elizabeth was slowly adjusting herself to the full knowledge that she was in love with Darcy, and she was perceptive enough to realise that he had strong feelings for her as well. But she acknowledged that there would be a difference from now on, for there would be neither Charles nor any of her family members to provide any shielding from Mr. Darcy's attentions. This thought came with conflicting emotions that were only intensified when she realised that she would be staying at his house, amongst his family and servants and seeing him in his natural environment. The idea certainly had its merits and she was ultimately looking forward to seeing how well she fit in, for she was almost certain that she wished to.

Darcy was going through similar thoughts, albeit he was certain that she would match naturally into his environment, and if not, he would simply change it to suit her. Darcy felt assured of Elizabeth's feelings towards him, although there was a little worry in the corner of his mind that she only considered them friends and nothing more. He was missing the feel of her hand in his though and he knew that he couldn't torture himself with memories of her close to him the entire trip. If Georgiana wasn't here, perhaps it would have been more pleasant... He quickly stopped that train of thought. It wouldn't do to sit here in silence for the entire trip. But he couldn't think of a thing to say.

And so the task fell to Miss Darcy. Knowing both her friend and brother enjoyed reading, she chose that topic to break the awkwardness.

"Elizabeth, I had forgotten to show you the books my brother recently purchased from the store in Meryton." Seeing Elizabeth's interest, she produced them out of her travelling bag. They were two very slim books smartly bound, one being The Tempest by Shakespeare and another a book in three parts called Emma by A Lady.

Elizabeth, having only read The Tempest, did not comment on Emma, although Georgiana promised to lend it to her once she had read it.

"I have a better idea, Georgie," Darcy smiled affectionately. "Perhaps you could read it together. There will be plenty of time at Pemberley."

Georgiana's eyes lit up. "That is a wonderful idea, Fitzwilliam! Elizabeth would love to read near the orange orchard and then there is the library and the little pavilion or..."

Elizabeth laughed. "Pemberley does sound delightful and it is a wonderful idea to read the novel together. Then we could compare notes and ideas without spoiling the story for the other."

"Yes, exactly!" cried Georgie. "I tried reading a book that Fitzwilliam had read before and commenting to him all my ideas, but he kept spoiling it for me."

"Indeed?" Lizzy arched her eyebrows at Darcy. "Pray don't tell me that you are one of those individuals that ruin the ending of a book for others? I had not thought so meanly of you."

Darcy hid his smile. "I'm sorry to confess Miss Bingley that I suffer from a far worse malady than that."

"Indeed?"

"Yes, you see I am one of those persons who read the last page first."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in shock. "No!"

"I am afraid it is all too true, Miss Bingley, I find that I simply cannot stand not knowing if the ending is happy or sad, and therefore save myself the trouble of reading all the way to the end just to find out that it is sad. I find the entire book is ruined for me, and I would have rather not read it."

Georgiana shook her head sadly at her brother's admission. They had had many discussions over this issue many times. Elizabeth was simply stunned. How could anyone ruin the enjoyment of a book that way?

"But Mr. Darcy!" she exclaimed, "What about the enjoyment of figuring out what happens step by step? By reading the ending of the book, you know how it will all finish and therefore what is the point?" she stopped to draw breath and Darcy responded.

"Ah, my dear Miss Bingley, but it is the journey, not the ending that is interesting. For sure I know that Mr. X gains captaincy and marries Miss Y at the end, but how do they get there? What happens to them? That is the enjoyment."

Elizabeth was unmoved. "But it is the end of the book that you dislike because it is sad, and yet you have just read the end of the book! There may be happier parts during the book that make it worthwhile to read the book? How do you know if it is a sad ending if Mr. X marries Miss Z instead of Y? But I don't know, it seems quite unnatural to me, but Mrs. Hurst and Mr. Bennet, I recently found out, are the same." She was disappointed, and then she thought of something. "What about the Shakespearean tragedies?"

Darcy slightly shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Miss Bingley. I read only one tragedy- Romeo and Juliet and simply could not bear to read any others. I do read his comedies however, Much Ado About Nothing is my favourite. What is yours?"

Elizabeth did not know what to make of Darcy. Her impression of him had always been the dark, brooding type, and yet he just stated that he didn't like reading anything dark or sad! She recollected herself to answer his question.

"I'm afraid to say that Hamlet is my favourite play. It is a fascinating play- was Hamlet mad or simply pretending? Why did the Queen marry so quickly after her husband's death? Was the Ghost from Hell or Purgatory? All these questions that can be discussed over and over again is part of what makes it so captivating for me."

They both fell into an uneasy silence. Georgiana was at a loss to explain it or to think of something to ease the conversation. She didn't have to worry however, because Elizabeth soon shook off her gravity and laughed to herself how she became so affected by a little thing such as reading a book.

"But Mr. Darcy, I must recommend that you read a tragedy other than Romeo and Juliet to form your opinion, since I personally dislike that particular play quite strongly and I enjoy his tragedies!"

Darcy was amazed at her passionate response, and therefore decided that he would do anything to please her. "Perhaps I was too quick to judge by one play. I will try Hamlet," he paused, "if you will perhaps read it with me?"

Elizabeth looked at Darcy and saw a new kind of vulnerability in him that was endearing and made Elizabeth fiercely protective towards him.

Georgiana clapped her hands excitedly, "what fun! We could have our own private little play-acting!"

Elizabeth and Darcy turned to smile fondly at Georgiana's exuberance, whilst at the same time thinking what it would be like to read it together, more privately.

Some moments were spent in solitary reflection on each other's reading habits. Soon Georgiana asked Lizzy's opinion of The Tempest.

"Oh no," Elizabeth laughed, "I shall not spoil it for you- you must form your own opinions and then come to discuss them with me later."

"Very well, Lizzy."

Conversation soon turned to Pemberley and Lizzy was very curious to hear all about the grand place that was to be her home for the next few weeks. Georgiana grew animated and even Darcy contributed greatly to the conversation. He was eager to show Elizabeth all his favourite haunts, especially a little shaded spot by the pond to the eastern side of the House. He often sat there when saddened or needing to ponder his life and which direction he wanted to take with it. It was a secluded, private spot that Darcy had striven to keep even his closest relatives away from, but to take Elizabeth there would be different. He wanted to share everything he had with Elizabeth, including his special secret places on the estate.

The carriage bowled on and they reached their night's destination in good time. They opted for a light supper in a private room after the richness of the Wedding feast. Georgiana and Elizabeth were to share a room whilst Darcy was in a room down the hall. He could not help wondering the next time they would have to stay at an inn whether the room arrangements would be different.

Even though they were all tired from the excitement of the day and the journey, Elizabeth and Darcy did not want to retire and leave the other's company after such an eventful day. After a few minutes silence, Georgiana quietly excused herself. Elizabeth watched her go, torn between the desire to stay longer with Mr. Darcy, alone, and the embarrassed silence.

"Was the carriage ride to your satisfaction Miss Bingley?"

"Yes, of course, Mr. Darcy, you have a beautiful carriage." Lizzy replied, not catching the deeper meaning.

"Having experienced two such rides, how would you compare them then?"

Understanding dawned, and Elizabeth blushed as the answer came to her. How was one supposed to answer such a question without sounding shocking? It was Darcy's turn to raise his eyebrows questioningly.

"Come Miss Bingley, I was hoping that after you so graciously gave me advice earlier today that a carriage ride should have more conversation, that this second trip would be your favourite."

Elizabeth really felt that conversation could be pleasant or not- it really depended on the circumstances, and the people present. It was difficult to rate conversation over the sensation of her leg brushing against his and he gently stroking her hand. She could not lie, and she could not encourage such scandalous behaviour.

"Then you must be right." Was all she let herself comment.

Darcy wasn't satisfied however. "Must be? But am I, in your opinion?"

"Well," she stammered, "I really can't say." Truth. "They were both pleasant." Truth. "Both passed quicker than expected." Truth. Lizzy was quite pleased with herself. "And now, Mr. Darcy, I really must be retiring to enjoy another carriage ride." She rose hastily.

Darcy was not tricked. "Running away, Miss Bingley?"

"No!" Lizzy disliked the notion of running away from anything. "I have given my opinion, what more do you want from me?"

Darcy rose and walked towards her. "The truth, in detail. Which carriage ride did you prefer Miss Bingley? So I know for tomorrow how best to act for your enjoyment."

He was now quite close and Elizabeth was mesmerised by the depth in his eyes. He reached out and clasped one hand, gently mimicking his earlier action of stroking it. Elizabeth swayed as emotions coursed through her.

"I believe," she breathed deeply, "the second was more preferable." She could not mistake the crestfallen expression in Darcy's eyes as she spoke. Gently disengaging her hand, she boldly caressed his face. "For it was longer." Darcy smiled ever so slightly at this concession.

Elizabeth slowly turned and moved towards the door, feeling his eyes follow her. Before scurrying up to her room, however, she turned and added, "And the first was far too pleasant to have for longer periods."

Darcy's smile widened to resemble Charles' this morning as Jane was pronounced Mrs. Bingley.

The next morning found them again journeying along the road at a comfortable pace. Darcy had been tempted, after last night's revelation, to seat himself by Miss Bingley, but Elizabeth had seen what he was about to do and gave him a warning look and blush. He was content to smile at her and settle himself directly opposite her as if to promise her that he would act upon his knowledge of her enjoyment of their first carriage ride. When the carriage jostled over a little ditch in the road, Elizabeth's legs brushed against his and he grinned at her. Georgiana wondered at the silence and looks between the two, but since she had spent a very restless night, dozed for the majority of the trip in a corner.

This left Darcy and Elizabeth to fend for themselves. Elizabeth soon asked Darcy to give her more details about Pemberley and the running of the estate- anything really to take her mind off the fact that he was looking intently at her and would occasionally stretch his long legs. Darcy was content to explain anything about the House and surrounding countryside to her, already envisioning her as its Mistress.

"There is a very fine spot to the east of the House, near the lake that I would very much like to show you." Darcy's gaze again made her cheeks burn. She felt as if she were perpetually blushing in his presence.

"I..." she cleared her throat, "would be delighted to see the grounds. Is the lake very far from the House?"

"Close by, but far enough away to let you feel isolated in the surrounding trees and bushes. It has been a favourite spot of mine since I first found it when my mother first became sick. No one knows of its existence, or at least I hope not, but I would be honoured to show you."

Lizzy allowed herself to nod, not really trusting herself to answer.

And so the carriage ride continued. Darcy roused Georgiana as they neared the gates and she begged her brother to take the winding road to the House so that Elizabeth would get her first glimpse of Pemberley as it lay beyond the lake. Darcy, having already instructed his driver to do so when they stopped for lunch, nodded.

In her excitement, Georgiana changed to the opposite seat, leaving a space beside Elizabeth. Georgiana prattled on about how exciting it was to be coming home, how much Lizzy would enjoy herself. She urged that Elizabeth take her former place so that she could have the best seat for viewing the house. Elizabeth complied and Darcy quickly sat down beside her, in Elizabeth's vacated place. Georgiana raised her eyebrows at him, but he simply replied that he wished to point out all the spots that they had been discussing earlier. Georgie merely nodded and turned her head to hide her smile.

As the carriage rounded a bend, Pemberley was at last visible in all its natural splendour. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, and Darcy moved closer, so that he could whisper to her.

"You see the lake in front of you. To the side, over there (pointing), is a little place where the bushes screen you from everything. That is my little hiding spot." He trusted himself to go no further. Her neck, with little ringlets cascading down randomly, was within kissing distance, and it was all he could do to stop himself from gently caressing her.

For Elizabeth's part, she was similarly affected. She felt his breath on her ears and closed her eyes to revel in the sensation- the wonderful view of Pemberley could not compare with his closeness.

All too soon, they rounded another bend and Pemberley was lost for some time. It allowed Darcy to put some distance between himself and his desire, and for Elizabeth to compose herself.

When they reached the house, Darcy again jumped out, shooing away the footman, and helped both ladies out of the carriage. Without letting them go, he escorted them into his family home, nodding to the servants' greetings as he passed.

Mrs. Reynolds hurried to greet them at the door and show them into the parlour, where she had prepared a light snack.

"Miss Bingley, this is my house keeper, Mrs. Reynolds. Mrs. Reynolds, Miss Elizabeth Bingley."

Mrs. Reynolds curtseyed to Elizabeth, noticing how the Master was still gazing at her and decided that she would have to get to know this future Mrs. Darcy better. Elizabeth in turn, greeted Mrs. Reynolds graciously, without the officiousness she had come to expect from most of the Master's few invited guests. She informed Mr. Darcy that everything was in readiness, and that Miss Bingley's room was prepared whenever she wished to see it.

They nibbled on a few biscuits and a glass of wine, Elizabeth's nervousness growing. Georgiana saw that she was becoming more agitated and offered to show her to her room. Elizabeth gratefully accepted and bade farewell to Darcy.

"For the present, Miss Bingley," Darcy was quick to add, "Perhaps you may wish for a tour before dinner is served?"

"Thank you, I believe that would be the best way to ensure I know how to get to the dining room!" Elizabeth smiled.

Darcy watched her walk out of the room with Georgiana satisfied that at last she was here, where she belonged.

Chapter Ten, Part II: Of All This I Might be Mistress!

Posted on Friday, 11 April 2003

Dinner that night was an informal affair. Elizabeth was beginning to feel very much at ease, especially after the chat she had had with Georgiana when she was shown her room.

"Miss Bingley," Georgiana began as they climbed the grand staircase, "you must not feel trepidation whilst you are here. I know both Fitzwilliam and I are very much looking forward to making your stay here as pleasant as possible. My companion, Mrs. Annesley will not be here until your brother and Jane arrives and so I shall be able to devote myself to your amusement."

Elizabeth felt comforted at the thought and smiled gratefully at her friend.

Upon beholding her rooms, which were large and spacious, she gasped. "They are simply charming Georgiana! And so very large, I am sure that I could easily pass all my time here going between the rooms."

Georgiana laughed at her reaction. "Well, you mustn't, otherwise Fitzwilliam will become extremely vexed with you and arrange for you to live in more cramped quarters so that you may come and spend your time with him."

Elizabeth blushed, but Georgiana went on. "However, at least this way you may escape from our company should you desire to, and we may read Emma together in your sitting room, or mine, so as not to disturb Fitzwilliam with our giggles."

"I would enjoy that very much Georgie, but I doubt I shall ever be bored or get tired from your company, especially when I have such an attentive host and hostess."

Afterwards, Georgiana and Mr. Darcy had shown her some of the rooms, including the dining and drawing rooms and then a quick walk outside before dinner was announced.

Dinner was delicious, and Elizabeth was hard-pressed to eat half of what was before her. Soon they were comfortably ensconced in the music room, where Georgiana played for them on the new pianoforte Darcy had purchased for her.

They both sat in companionable silence contemplating what it would be like to spend the rest of their lives thus, and both finding it a pleasant thought. Georgiana soon tired and excused herself to retire for the night. Darcy and Elizabeth were again left in each other's company.

"Perhaps I should retire as well, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth said, feeling awkward once more.

"If you are tired, Miss Bingley."

"Tired. Yes. I am a bit tired from the journey." Elizabeth told herself to leave, and yet she wished to spend as much time as possible with him. It was an irresistible urge to be close to him- to hold his hand, feel his arms around her, his hands gently caressing her face- anything! But she knew she should fight this feeling and leave the room now before she betray herself.

Darcy saw her struggling with something. "Is there anything the matter Miss Bingley? You can tell me anything, and I will try my best to assist you in any way."

Elizabeth's face softened as she saw his concern for her. "Thank you Mr. Darcy, you are the kindest man I know and you have already done so much for me. Nothing is the matter that thinking cannot solve (I hope), and I had best retire to do that now." She held out her hand to him and he rushed to hold it and placed the gentlest kiss on the back.

"Sweet dreams, Miss Bingley."

"Thank you." They will be if they are of you. Reclaiming her hand, she quickly hurried out the door and made it to her bed chamber without becoming lost.

That was not the case the next morning however. Darcy found Elizabeth wandering aimlessly, a puzzled frown on her face. She noticed him staring at her from a doorway and broke into a relieved smile.

"Mr. Darcy! Be my knight in shining armour and help me find my way outside? There are entirely too many rooms in this house of yours." Elizabeth was refreshed. After a night spent wondering what to do, she came to the conclusion that since she loved him there was nothing else to do but let him gently know her regard and to let his behaviour be her guide.

Darcy thought she was charming and bade her wait one minute whilst he finish tying his cravat and then he would escort her wherever she wished to go.

Realising that she was standing outside his room, Elizabeth could not help feeling curious as to what it looked like, nor whether these were the master chambers that his parents would have occupied, or whether he stayed in his own quarters even after their death. He finished quickly, and she blushed slightly at her thoughts.

"The garden, I believe you said, Miss Bingley?" Darcy held out his arm for her to take.

"Anywhere outside, Mr. Darcy, would be a pleasure." Elizabeth took his arm and he quickly led her outdoors.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth laughed, "you walked so quickly that I still have no idea of how to make it outside."

"Never mind, Miss Bingley, I shall be happy if you will accept my services to escort you of a morning for the duration of your stay."

Elizabeth smiling accepted his gallant offer and they moved further away from the house. Elizabeth wondered where he was leading her, but complied with his directions. She was enchanted with her surroundings.

"Mr. Darcy, you have a beautiful home, and such lovely grounds. I could never tire of walking in them!"

"Thank you, Miss Bingley, I hope you may spend much time walking the grounds here. I have been walking them all my life and never fail to realise with wonder that I have the privilege of owning it."

They walked on in silence for a while, both content with the nearness of the other. Soon, the path gently declined and after rounding a curve in the path, where Lizzy caught a glimpse of water sparkling in the sunlight, Darcy led her off the path and through some bushes.

"Here, my dear Miss Bingley, is the little spot I mentioned yesterday." And he permitted Elizabeth to take a few steps away from him and wander around whilst he soaked in her presence in his secret place.

Elizabeth had never seen a more natural and secluded setting. The lake was before her and she could see the sunlight sparkle on the clear water. A few boughs trailed lazily in the water as the breeze rustled the trees. On the other three sides, great trees and bushes surrounded them, with only a slight opening where they came in.

"I can see why you love this place Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth whispered, not daring to break the silence, "it is beautiful and peaceful- the perfect spot to sit and ponder."

"Thank you." Darcy responded, thinking how much more beautiful it was with her a part of it.

Their gazes locked, and held. They drew near and Darcy took her hand, caressing it as he had done so yesterday. Elizabeth did not blush this time, it felt so natural to be with him at his secret haunt- being a part of his life, sharing an experience with him.

For a moment, Elizabeth saw a questioning look pass in his eyes- he struggled with the answer for a moment, until he shook his head slightly and she heard him murmur "too soon". He smiled his dazzling, dimpled smile and placing her arm on top of his, led her out onto the path again.

They walked together for close to an hour, for the most part silent, but occasionally Darcy would point out a certain spot and explain it to her or relate a memory connected to a particular scene or place. Elizabeth had never felt so connected with him- even more so than when they danced at her brother's wedding.

They soon found themselves back at the house and Darcy escorted Elizabeth to breakfast, where they met Georgiana. Plans were made to spend the day out of doors and Darcy ordered a picnic lunch.

They ambled, much as they had this morning, although with Georgiana's presence, more effort was made at carrying on a conversation. The sound of hoof beats alerted them to someone's presence, and Elizabeth spied a tall, well-built gentleman coming towards them.

"Richard!" Georgiana cried out in happy surprise and ran towards the rider.

Mr. Darcy smiled and drew Elizabeth towards him. "He, Miss Bingley, is my very good cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. What he is doing here, I cannot fathom!" A small measure of alarm crept into Darcy's consciousness. His cousin was quite the ladies man, not to mention the fact that most ladies loved a man in regimentals- and Elizabeth was already smiling at him as he drew nearer. A sense of impending doom made Darcy's own pleasure in seeing his favourite cousin dim.

"Hello" the Colonel cried out as he grew nearer, "who have we here Darce?" he asked as he swung off his horse and flashed Elizabeth his charming grin. Elizabeth couldn't help smiling in return at this swaggering individual. She then felt Mr. Darcy's arm tense under where she was holding his arm, and became slightly puzzled. Could Mr. Darcy not enjoy his cousin's company? Surely not, Georgiana and he both seemed quite happy to see him.

"May I present Colonel Richard Fitwilliam, Richard, this is Miss Elizabeth Bingley."

"Miss Bingley, it is a pleasure to meet you." And with a roguish smile, he kissed her hand.

Elizabeth was slightly uncomfortable at his overt flirting, and she saw that Mr. Darcy was also not impressed.

"Thank you, Colonel." Elizabeth smiled slightly, waiting for him to release her hand.

"Yes yes, Richard" Darcy stated impatiently, and leading Elizabeth by the hand, motioned for the Colonel to come into the House. "What brings you to Pemberley? I thought you were stationed with the - Regiment at -- ?"

Colonel Fitzwilliam offered to escort Georgiana to the house, since Darcy was occupied with Miss Bingley. Being an observant man, he read the situation with Darcy towards Miss Bingley and couldn't help smiling to himself.

"The Earl asked that I be released from duty for a fortnight to attend to Mother whilst he is in Town on business. You know how Mother becomes agitated when the menfolk are away from home, and as my brother is still returning from his trip to America, it falls on me to ensure Mother is attended."

"Why did you not bring my Aunt Matlock to visit with you?" inquired Georgiana.

"She felt slightly indisposed this morning, but would not hear of me postponing my call. She has requested your presence one morning when you are free though Georgiana, and I would greatly appreciate if you would visit her."

Georgiana nodded her assent quickly and the Colonel turned towards Elizabeth. "You see, Miss Bingley, my Mother was unfortunate enough to have only sons, and she is of a disposition that only a female can appreciate, and therefore it falls to our Georgiana to become her daughter in that respect."

"Aunt Matlock is so good to me." Georgiana's tone slightly censured the Colonel's habit of turning his Mother's nervous bouts into a jest. "She has the most wonderful garden Elizabeth, and tends to it as much as she can."

"Yes," Darcy interjected, "Matlock Manor is very beautiful."

"Even more so than Pemberley, Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth asked archly.

He smiled at her tenderly, "No indeed, Miss Bingley. I believe Pemberley has no equal, but I am slightly biased. Matlock does not have quite the natural wildness that Pemberley has, nor is it as stately as my Aunt, Lady Catherine De Bourgh's estate, Rosings. I suppose you could say it is a happy medium, if you believe that there needs to be a medium between natural and artificial beauty."

Elizabeth laughed and turned to Colonel Fitzwilliam, "Colonel, you are perhaps as biased as Mr. Darcy in familial duties, but what is your opinion? Can Matlock compare with Pemberley?"

"I am afraid, Miss Bingley, of proving to you my bias when I say that I prefer Matlock precisely because of the reason why Darcy loves Pemberley. Natural wildness is all well and good, but can overwhelm one with the sense of one's own insignificance. As a military man, I like to think that I play a crucial role in everything I do, and therefore dislike being reminded that in the grand scheme of things (this with a wide gesture to Pemberley's vast grounds), I am only one man. How do you find Pemberley?"

Darcy listened keenly for her response.

"I have only been here a day, and although I have only had a brief walk this morning, I find Pemberley delightful. I confess I have always preferred natural beauty to the structured landscapes, but Matlock could prove me wrong."

Elizabeth felt a slight pressure on her arm, and looking up saw Darcy smiling broadly in pride. How lucky I am that I have such a beautiful home that I can offer to Elizabeth, and I have found someone who can love it as much as I do.

They reached the house, and Darcy motioned for them to precede him in. Mrs. Reynolds greeted Colonel Fitzwilliam fondly and offered refreshments to all. A light and pleasant conversation was maintained for the remainder of the Colonel's visit. He tried his best at being charming for the lovely (and well dowered) Miss Bingley, but could not hold her attention as Darcy easily and powerfully did. Before leaving, the Colonel requested Darcy's presence at Matlock on the morrow to discuss estate business and to go shooting with him. Darcy reluctantly agreed, secretly delighting in the crestfallen expression Elizabeth showed upon realising that she would not see Darcy for the entire day tomorrow.

"But I must be going. Thank you Darce for a pleasant visit. It is wonderful to see you again Georgie, and a delight to meet you too Miss Bingley. I hope to see you again soon. Let me take this opportunity to congratulate your brother on his wedding as well. Darcy mentioned that Bingley had fallen for a young lady living near his estate. But well, I must be off."

Darcy and Georgiana saw him to the door, leaving Elizabeth to dredge up memories of Darcy's previous behaviour. Could Mr. Darcy have spoken to his cousin about the unsuitableness of Jane? Would he confide in his cousin? What would he have said? Elizabeth struggled against the memory of Mr. Darcy's behaviour when he first came to Netherfield and some of the awful things that he said. She felt that the Colonel had spoilt her entire afternoon by recalling painful memories that she thought she had dealt with and overcome. Plagued by uncertainty again, Elizabeth felt unequal to meeting with Mr. Darcy until she had sorted through her feelings again.

Elizabeth rose and moved towards the door, only to be confronted with the object of her reverie.

"Georgiana wished to have a few moments before dinner, resting in her rooms, so it falls upon me to continue with the tour, if you wish?" He offered her his arm.

Elizabeth looked at him, this handsome young man who challenged her and completed her as no one ever had. Her brother was kind and intelligent, but could not fill her need for complete understanding. Here was the man whom she had started to think she could deeply love, and yet there were still doubts, still memories of a time when he was not so pleasant towards her, nor so caring. Looking into his questioning eyes, she realised that there was no special moment when she would stop remembering the past, when she could stop doubting, when everything would become perfect and she could trust in him explicitly. Then she understood that it would be a constant decision to place her trust in him, to let him guide her and to love him. Taking a moment to consider the import of what she was about to do, she searched her feelings and knew that this was one affair she could not be a bystander in- she would have to come to him as much as wait for him to come to her. And so, she stretched out her hand, and returned his smile. And everything felt right.

Darcy did not understand what was going on in Elizabeth's mind, but he saw that she must have been considering something important, and decided on a course of action. He inexplicably felt relief and optimism that she would soon be his.

With this newfound optimism, he decided to show her the library, and her first reaction to it was all that he anticipated. Elizabeth gasped in wonder at the large quantity of books. It truly was nothing compared with her brother's collection. It was more than vast- it was generations of the Darcy's love for literature.

Darcy watching her could not help but draw closer. It was only the two of them, and how easy it would be to lose himself in her presence. He had not come to an understanding with her however, so what could he do? Only half a day had passed since he deemed it too soon to ask for her hand, and yet how he wanted to! To be assured of her return of affection, to anticipate the time when she would share his life and be by his side.

Elizabeth, however, was for once oblivious to his presence. She unconsciously moved away to browse through the books, and Darcy let her go, watching her fondly. Her hand lightly brushed covers, and she would smile to herself in memory of books that she had read. All of a sudden, she was blushing furiously, and turned to glance at him. Just as quickly she turned back, hoping that he hadn't noticed. But he had, and smiled to himself, and guessed which book she had come across. He feigned ignorance however, and her composure quickly returned.

Darcy took a seat within the room, content to let Elizabeth explore as much as she liked. He was soon lost in a pleasant daydream of spending the rest of his days like this. The daydream seemed to become more real when, finding a book she had wanted to read for a long time, Elizabeth turned around, smiled broadly at Darcy and brought the book over and sat down beside him.

"Mr. Darcy! I have long sought for this particular book and never found it. I started to despair of ever being able to read it, and here it is!"

"Indeed," he smiled at her exuberance, "you are welcome to borrow it for as long as you like."

"Thank you, sir, have you ever read it?"

Darcy shook his head and reached over to take a look at the book, and instead encountered Elizabeth's hand. Sparks flew between them and she willingly surrendered her hand to him. His face softened and they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. His resolve to wait longer crumbled, there was no point waiting when she looked at him in this way.

"Miss Bingley," he hesitated, "Elizabeth..."

But he was interrupted.

"Mr. Darcy, sir, when would you like dinner to be..." Mrs. Reynolds walked through the door, "ready?" Oh dear, she thought, I picked the wrong time to inquire.

Elizabeth and Darcy flew apart at the sound of her voice. Elizabeth quickly snatched up her book and walked to the opposite end of the room as if searching for another book. A blush spread over the usually implacable features of Mr. Darcy's face.

"Ahh," he stammered slightly, "whenever it is ready Mrs. Reynolds."

"Thank you sir," Mrs. Reynold's smiled to herself, determined to leave the young couple alone, and simply tell Cook to serve it whenever it was prepared. "Sorry to have disturbed you sir." She bowed and left them.

But the moment was spoilt, and Darcy watched in frustration as Elizabeth kept her distance. It was not long until they both had to retire to prepare for dinner, and then during dinner and afterwards, Georgiana was present to steal half of Elizabeth's attention away.

Darcy consoled himself with the thought that he may get another chance alone when Georgiana retired, but in this too his plans were thwarted as Elizabeth and Georgiana had agreed earlier in the day to start reading her new book, Emma. They had also decided that Elizabeth's sitting room would be the best place to read to each other, and so Darcy found himself alone early in the night. He could not even console himself with the thought of her presence tomorrow since he would be leaving early in the morning for Matlock to visit his cousin and Aunt.

Elizabeth enjoyed Georgiana's company, but also missed her brother's presence. She was intent upon rising early to see him off, and perhaps having the chance to take a walk with him in the morning again.

Unfortunately it was not to be. Although both Darcy and Elizabeth retired early, they both found sleep hard to come by. What resulted was that Elizabeth, falling asleep early in the morning, overslept, and by the time she hurried down to breakfast, she was informed that "the Master had already taken breakfast and would be back for dinner tonight."

The day passed slowly for Elizabeth, and although Georgiana and she walked amongst the gardens and took turns reading from Emma, even Georgiana noticed that Elizabeth was pining for Darcy's company.

Darcy returned home from a pleasant, but, in his mind, too long visit at Matlock, only in time to dress quickly for dinner. The ladies had arrived before him, and seeing Elizabeth seated at his table for the first time that day warmed him to the core. Smiling brilliantly at her, and seeing her return his greeting with her own enthusiasm, he entertained both his sister and his guest by recounting his day. They in turn, informed him of their progress in the book, and Elizabeth's suggestion for planting lavender in the East garden to blend with the flowers already growing there.

Darcy informed Georgiana that he had accepted on her behalf a visit to their Aunt Matlock the following day. Some discussion was had by all three as to whether Elizabeth could accompany Georgiana on her visit. Eventually it was decided that Elizabeth would visit another day, since Darcy had found their Aunt in low spirits, and would perhaps not welcome a stranger.

After dinner, they all moved to the music room, where Georgiana and Elizabeth entertained them. Although Darcy's intention was to try to have a moment alone with Elizabeth, the lack of sleep the night before and the activity of the day caught up with him, and it was his turn to excuse himself and retire early. Elizabeth suggested shortly after that they read one more chapter of Emma in her sitting room and then they too, should go to sleep, for Georgiana had an early rise in the morning.

Elizabeth rose in time to see her friend and Mr. Darcy off. Mr. Darcy was to accompany Georgiana on the trip, and then would come back and travel again later to pick Georgiana up with the carriage in the afternoon.

When they were gone, Elizabeth lingered over a cup of hot tea in the Breakfast room. She then spent some time practicing on the piano in the music room. Finally, she found herself in the library, thinking that surely Mr. Darcy would be back soon.

Elizabeth wandered through the library bemused at the size of it. No matter how many times she walked into the room, she was overwhelmed by the size of the room, the bookshelves and the quantity of books. Pemberley was a vast estate, but it was only in the library that Elizabeth felt the true magnitude of Mr. Darcy's fortune.

Being in the library also reminded her of another time in a library. Even alone, she blushed furiously at the feelings he had evoked in her. She pondered yet again those awful things she had said to him. No matter how many times they both had agreed to forgive and forget, Elizabeth was not about to pass up the opportunity to learn from her mistakes. She vowed never to harshly pronounce judgment on anyone until knowing him or her fully.

She smiled ruefully; dear Jane would probably say that you should never judge anyone for any reason. Elizabeth still felt the small thrill that always accompanied the thought that Jane was now her own sister, and that her brother was blissfully happy.

Waking out of her reverie, she scanned the bookshelves for something to read. She wanted to keep herself occupied so that she wouldn't dwell on Mr. Darcy and wonder what was keeping him so long.

"Now what to choose?" Lizzy muttered to herself. The name of a book above her caught her attention. "Could it be? Yes, I think it is! Shakespeare's comedies. How funny to find it here, and..." she tried to reach it, "yes!" she sighed in exasperation, "exactly a little too high for me to reach! What are the chances that the same book would be unreachable in two different houses? I suppose Mr. Darcy will walk in any moment and pull it down for me!" She chuckled to herself.

"I can if you would like."

Elizabeth spun around at the sound of his voice. He stood by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

She blushed furiously. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"How long have you been standing there so quietly, sir?"

Darcy grinned. "Long enough."

Lizzy fought the urge to stamp her foot in frustration. Why was she the one always being caught in embarrassing situations?

"And I suppose you can tell me the name of the book I am wanting?" she arched her eyebrows.

He started walking in her direction. "Certainly I can."

Elizabeth swallowed heavily, and took a step back.

He drew closer. "I believe you just said that it was Shakespeare's comedies."

Elizabeth nodded, taking another step back.

"I know exactly where it is situated as well." He was within a couple of steps of her now.

"You do?" Elizabeth's voice squeaked slightly.

"Yes." He took another step. "For you see," another step, "I put it there." He was less than a step away now, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. She closed her eyes a bit unsteadily, and took another step back. Her eyes flew open as she bumped against the bookcase.

He was grinning at her. He took another step forward, "Last night in fact."

Elizabeth watched in fascination as he reached up to take the book. His eyes never left hers.

Why is he taking such a long time? Elizabeth thought frantically. He has no idea the havoc he wreaks upon my feelings does he?

The smile on his face would say otherwise. It seemed that he was taking much pleasure in unsettling her equanimity.

Finally the book was taken from the shelf, and Darcy brought it down between them.

"Your book, Elizabeth."

Her eyes closed slightly at the sound of her name on his lips. It was not fair that he had such an effect on her.

Elizabeth looked up, a dazzling smile upon her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Why thank you, Fitzwilliam."

His eyes dilated. No one had ever spoken his name like that, and he needed her to say it again.

Darcy looked at her, deathly seriously. "Please don't say that name unless you mean it." He leaned towards her.

The mischievous look vanished, to be replaced by an equally serious one.

"Fitzwil..."

Elizabeth had never been kissed, and if she had, she would never have been kissed like that. She had always felt that the only man she would ever kiss was her husband. She dearly hoped that she would still be right.

The need to breathe was the only reason Darcy broke the kiss. He took the time needed to regain his breath to look at his effect on Elizabeth. She still had her eyes closed, her lips parted, a becoming blush spread across her cheeks. She was all the beauty, more beauty, than any man ever needed. Some curls played across her face, and he thrilled at the ability to finally touch them, and brush them from her face.

Her face tingled from his touch, and her lips felt on fire. She knew that they both could not survive another kiss like that without causing a scandal. What if a servant was to walk in on them?

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and encountered Darcy's tender gaze. She smiled lovingly up at him.

A clock in the distance chimed the hour.

"I believe, sir, we are needed for lunch. You have returned just in time it would seem."

"I'm not hungry for lunch."

Elizabeth had to avert her gaze before her resolve crumbled.

"I think it is important to not keep the servants waiting." Elizabeth looked pertinently at him.

He smiled at her, and helped her to stand upright. "Of course, milady," he kissed her hand, "if you would do me the honour of allowing me to escort you to luncheon."

Elizabeth laughed, "I would be delighted."

Darcy took her arm and placed within the crook of his arm. As they neared the door, he remembered his earlier resolve, and stopped her before opening the door.

She looked up at him expectantly, and he fought the urge to kiss her again.

"Elizabeth, please allow me to detain you for a few moments longer?" he pleaded.

She could not refuse him anything.

Still holding onto her left hand, he slowly knelt before her. She blushed and smiled, a nervous fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

"Miss Elizabeth Bingley, would you do me the great honour of becoming the Mistress of Pemberley, an equal sharer in all my earthly possessions, trials and tribulations, and be my wife?" Darcy anxiously awaited her answer.

Elizabeth, who had closed her eyes to savour his words, slowly opened them. She moved closer to his still half kneeling form, freed her hand from his grasp and cupped his face.

And giggled.

Darcy was very much surprised by her reaction.

She continued to caress his cheek. It was very pleasant, but he was, literally, on hands and knees waiting for her response.

"Elizabeth?"

She giggled again.

"Elizabeth!"

She turned her eyes innocently from his face to his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Darcy?"

He smiled playfully at her own expression. "Was that a yes to my question, or yes to gaining your attention?"

She arched her eyebrows. "Both I imagine."

That was it! That smile needed to be wiped from her face, and he managed to do so, very effectively.

A few minutes later, as she was leaning her head against his chest, she murmured to him how much she loved him.

His heart swelled with blissful contentment. "I love you too Lizzy." Wiping the trickles of tears that had fallen from her eyes, he again took her hand and led her out of the door towards lunch.

She smiled up at him in gratitude for loving her so much.

"Have you suddenly regained your appetite Mr. Darcy?"

He merely smiled at her.

"I had been afraid that I had ruined it."

He raised her clasped hand and kissed it.

"Indeed not. I am still quite hungry."

Her laughter rang gaily through the hallway. He decided it was his turn to tease her, and inquired what was so excessively funny during his petition?

She grinned impishly, somewhat embarrassed.

"Tell me!" he growled playfully.

Elizabeth tried desperately to keep a straight face. "I was merely fascinated by the small prickles of hair on your chin." She had to lower her face to keep from laughing at the silly expression on his face.

He chuckled ruefully. "I will never shave properly again if it produces such caresses!" he declared.

Again her laughter rang throughout the house.

Just as it should. Darcy thought with satisfaction as he conducted her into the room, and sat down for a quiet, intimate lunch.

Chapter Twelve: The Shades of Pemberley

Posted on Tuesday, 22 July 2003

Lunch was quiet and intimate, with both Elizabeth and Darcy slowly adjusting to the idea that the rest of their lives would be spent together in such a way as this. Lunch was also long, as there were great pauses between courses and even bites as the couple gazed lovingly at each other. Mrs. Reynolds, who had been alerted to lunch taking a long time, and that dishes were coming back to the kitchens hardly touched, took it upon herself to investigate. She stumbled on an intimate moment, and smiled happily to herself at the exchange.

Because they lingered for so long after lunch, the carriage was already at the door before they were ready. Darcy reluctantly allowed Elizabeth to leave his side for a few minutes to freshen up. In his mind, she needed nothing to add to her beauty. By the time Elizabeth returned, Darcy had organised everything, so he quickly escorted her into the carriage and they departed with a clatter.

Elizabeth found that she had been placed next to Mr. Darcy and that he had yet to release her hand. Smiling happily to herself that this need no longer be denied her, she was relaxed enough to placed her free hand on top of his arm. This gesture at once so simple and natural thrilled Darcy to the core. She was his at last!

Elizabeth, never one to be kept silent for long, decided that they had better discuss a few things without Georgiana in attendance. Although hesitant to broach such a topic, Elizabeth was not one to shy away from something when it needed to be done, or said in this instance.

"Fitzwilliam?" she had to pause to watch his face light up, yet again, as she spoke his name.

"Yes my love?" he replied and kissed her lightly on the hand.

"We will have to wait until Charles returns from his honeymoon to make it official. I have no doubt that he will approve of my choice, but there are formalities to be gone through before we can announce it publicly. What do you think?"

"I already have your brother's permission my dear." At Elizabeth's astonished look, he explained, "He has been aware of my, feelings for you for quite some time, and has encouraged me in them. Before getting in his carriage at his wedding, he turned and gave me permission to ask for your hand. Therefore, we have your guardian's approval and everything is settled." Seeing Elizabeth about to object, he went on, "however, I do not think we should let too many people know yet. I would rather keep it private for a while, so we can enjoy the delights of betrothal without parading it around."

"We will tell Georgiana though will we not?" Elizabeth asked concerned.

Darcy laughed, "Of course! I think she would get entirely too suspicious if we did not, because I do not plan on letting you out of my sight, or reach, for the rest of my life." Elizabeth blushed at his intensity, and was relieved. For a moment, she thought he would insist on a secret engagement, and although it might add spice to their engagement for a while, it would be hard to keep up appearances, nor did she want to. She was a bit surprised at Charles giving his permission already, but was ultimately thankful. Not that it would change much, officially he would have to be there to announce it, as well as overlook the legality and monetary arrangements such a union would require. Elizabeth just hoped that she would not have to deal with such matters. She was uninterested in these affairs, and felt that if she or Fitzwilliam were poor, they would still find a way to marry.

"What are you thinking?" Darcy leaned closer to Lizzy.

She smiled fondly at him, "Nothing in particular, just wedding details. Would you like to discuss a possible date?"

"Soon?"

Lizzy laughed, "Soon? Is that all you will say? Pray tell me, dear sir, how soon is soon?"

Darcy kissed her hand again, "Tomorrow?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. "Too soon?" he queried. "The day after? Still no good, well the latest is Sunday!"

"No, that will never do," Lizzy laughingly shook her head. "I would like my brother and Jane at my wedding, and perhaps Louisa and Mr. Hurst will deign to attend."

"Well, what day did Charles say he and Jane would be arriving at Pemberley?"

"Two weeks' time I believe."

"Two weeks!" exclaimed Darcy dramatically. "Much too long! I fear I cannot wait, and will therefore have to whisk you off to Gretna Green."

Elizabeth laughed delightedly as Fitzwilliam comically expounded upon his plan. "Tomorrow night, I shall convince you to go outside on a walk with me, and I will have a carriage waiting. I will force you in, gently of course, and we shall be away. Not even Georgiana will know! You shall sign your name 'Mrs. Darcy' to your brother in the first letter to inform you of your change of fortune."

"But my dear sir," Elizabeth played along in her best simpering voice. "I fear one day will not be long enough for me to pack my clothes, especially since I shall have to pack them myself and not let my maid know for fear of discovery!"

"Well, madam, one day is all you shall be given. If you cannot organise yourself in that time, then you shall just have to remain in your clothes for the entire time."

Suddenly they both felt a little self-conscious. But Elizabeth did not want tension to suffocate the rest of the journey and dampen their first day as an engaged couple.

"Mrs. Darcy?" Elizabeth noted from his previous speech.

Darcy's smile was slow and wide. "Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy." He drew her closer.

"How well that sounds" Elizabeth mumbled as he gently leaned and kissed her- not on the hand this time.

After a few moments expressing their joy in each other, Darcy wrapped his arms around her, so her head was leaning against his shoulders in the carriage. Kissing the top of her head, he murmured "Indeed it does. Very well indeed."

Georgiana instantly guessed what had transpired while she was away by the way her brother hovered around Elizabeth and refused to let go of her hand. It did not escape Colonel Fitzwilliam's notice either. Lady Matlock was not quite so pleased however. Darcy had explained to Elizabeth in the carriage that Lady Matlock suffered from nervous disposition and a natural tendency to melancholy. She did not welcome with enthusiasm this vivacious young woman into her household, but knew it to be her duty. An awkward fifteen minutes passed for Elizabeth who would have preferred her new relationship with Fitzwilliam to be announced to his closest relatives. Darcy noticed her discomfort, and Colonel Fitzwilliam's smirking gaze, and decided that perhaps letting his aunt and cousin know would still be keeping it fairly private. Colonel Fitzwilliam smiled in delight and clapped Darcy on the back, and placed a kiss on Elizabeth's hand. Lady Matlock, who had seen nothing amiss in the midst of her own worries, was surprised and unsure of how to take it. A formal and unenthusiastic congratulations followed, for which Elizabeth was disappointed, but hoped that they would become better acquainted in the weeks leading up to the wedding, and if not, the years during their marriage.

Darcy, not wishing to share Elizabeth, soon announced that they should be leaving, and he quickly bundled the ladies into his carriage. Elizabeth thought she should be annoyed at his expectations that his commands should be obeyed, but with his hand clasped in hers, she could not bring herself to mar this perfect day. Georgiana was quite exuberant about the engagement, and peppered both of them with questions.

Elizabeth answered her questions to the best of her ability, and asked Georgiana if she would stand with her at the ceremony.

"Of course I will, my sister!" Georgiana exclaimed, happy tears falling down her cheeks.

Elizabeth hugged Georgiana tightly, as Darcy looked on, feeling nothing could be better than this moment.

Mrs. Reynolds of course was informed, along with a few other more senior servants, and thus soon the entire household knew and rejoiced, for the soon-to-be new Mrs. Darcy had already shown herself to be a kind and happy woman. Mrs. Reynolds in particular felt so much happiness for her dear Mr. Darcy. Having seen him grow from a boy, and knowing what he had suffered as a child and a young man, to see him so joyful was a balm to the old lady. She took Elizabeth aside the next morning and congratulated her on her engagement and inquired if she would like a tour of the house to make a list of changes.

"Dear Mrs. Reynolds," Elizabeth laughed, "I find that Pemberley is a dear old house, and can think of nothing to change. Mr. Darcy has taken me through many of the main rooms, and there are no changes. I will inform you however if I do find anything."

"Very good ma'am" Mrs. Reynolds curtseyed.

"Unless, of course, there are any renovations that you think need changed? Working closely as you do with the house, perhaps there are a few things you need?" Elizabeth saw her shake her head, and smiled warmly. "Well, please do not hesitate to bring any concerns to me, and I shall discuss it with Mr. Darcy."

Mrs. Reynolds was pleased by this exchange, not only because Miss Bingley did not want to make any large changes to rooms, but because she was willing to listen to others' advice and then to discuss it with her husband.

"Do you know when you will be marrying Miss Bingley?" Mrs. Reynolds asked a bit hesitantly, not wanting to pry.

Elizabeth smiled reassuringly. "As soon as possible Mrs. Reynolds, and I do hope that you can help me with the organising of it, since I believe Mr. Darcy would prefer if I married here." Seeing Mrs. Reynold's surprised expression, she explained "My brother does not own an estate at the moment, and therefore as long as his presence is here, I will be content to be married anywhere."

Mrs. Reynolds nodded her head thoughtfully, already making plans and adjustments and schedules in her mind for rooms and catering and cleaning. "Have you fixed a date? Who else will be coming to the wedding?"

A deep voice forestalled any more questions. "Mrs. Reynolds, I'm sure Elizabeth and yourself (Elizabeth added in Georgiana as well) will be more than proficient at organising a wedding, but at the moment, the bride-to-be is needed in the garden for a walk."

The couple shared a smile and Mrs. Reynolds curtseyed and watched them slowly walk outside.

The day was spent hand in hand, wandering around Pemberley, sometimes accompanied by Georgiana, but more often than not, she pleaded a desire to finish her new book.

"Elizabeth, would you like to take a turn out in the garden with me?" Darcy asked as they sat in the drawing room that night.

Elizabeth smiled fondly and agreed, never tiring of her fiancé's company or the outdoors.

The air outside was cold but exhilarating to the young lovers walking closely together.

"I must request however, sir" began Elizabeth, "that we keep close to the house, for I did overhear yesterday that a local gentleman has ideas of eloping with young ladies in the neighbourhood!"

Darcy, remembering, feigned astonishment, and drew her nearer. "I shall defend you madam! But this is quite distressing! Surely he does not wish to elope with more than one lady?"

"I do not know sir, these gentlemen are enigmatic."

"No, I believe you are mistaken, for I am sure this gentleman wishes to carry off only one lady. Any more than one lady would be a bit extreme. What would he do having to please the whims of two females?"

"Whims, sir?" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"Why yes, what else do you call it when females need a new parasol, a new bonnet, to have breakfast in bed and not rise until late afternoon?" Forestalling any response from Elizabeth by placing his finger on her lips, "I look forward to satisfying each and every whim of yours dearest."

Elizabeth couldn't help but blush. He outlined her lips with his fingers and trailed the contours of her face. Shivering both from the cold and the tingling path left by his light touch, they shared a small, warming kiss and embrace, before Darcy indicated that they should return to the warmth of the house.

Elizabeth was very much looking forward to her life as Mrs. Darcy.

The next morning however, there was a great disturbance. Elizabeth had coaxed Georgiana into helping her consult with Mrs. Reynolds regarding preliminary wedding plans. The three women were sitting in the morning room when Lady Catherine De Bourg was announced. Mrs. Reynolds immediately leapt to her feet and stood near the door, curtseying. Lady Catherine paid her no heed however, and instantly openly surveyed the woman she had never met.

"Miss Bingley I presume?" Lady Catherine began in a cold voice.

"Yes, Aunt Catherine," Georgiana began, a slight squeak to her voice, "may I present my friend, Miss Elizabeth Bingley?"

"Your friend?" Lady Catherine sniffed. "That was not the relationship I heard connecting this woman with our family."

Elizabeth did not like the tone Lady Catherine assumed nor the way she held her nose in the air. But this was Fitzwilliam's aunt, and so Elizabeth smiled at her.

Georgiana faltered somewhat at Aunt Catherine's forceful tone. Aunt Catherine had always frightened her and she usually had her brother to protect her from her overbearing company. Where is Fitzwilliam?

"Aunt" Georgiana began, but was cut off by Lady Catherine.

"Georgiana, leave me to Miss Bingley. We need to discuss some things. I am sure you need to practise on your pianoforte. Anne would be extremely proficient if she had ever learnt, and I'm sure would not neglect her studies as you seemingly do."

Georgiana's face blanched and she could only nod her and slink slowly out of the door. Elizabeth's face grew hard at Lady Catherine's treatment of Georgiana.

"You can be at no loss as to why I am here Miss Bingley, even if you have never met me before, I am dear Mr. Darcy's closest relation and I demand an explanation for your plan to entrap him."

"Entrap him Lady Catherine?" Elizabeth's anger grew within her, "indeed I did no such thing."

"Then you admit to not being engaged?" Lady Catherine spoke eagerly. Perhaps it had all been a misunderstanding on Lady Fitzwilliam's behalf. She had never had the strongest mind after all.

Elizabeth searched for a way to answer this question, but decided that the direct route was the best way.

"I admit no such thing, I am engaged to your nephew." Elizabeth watched in slight amusement as Lady Catherine's face turned purple.

"But this is not to be born! How dare you aspire to this union? Mr. Darcy is a very wealthy, aristocratic gentleman from a long and illustrious line. He is connected with many of the principle landowners in England. I will not let him marry some nobody without anything to recommend herself, besides a somewhat pretty face that will wither in time!"

"Lady Catherine! How dare you insult me in such a manner! My fortune may not be as extensive as your nephews, and although my father was not a landowner, my brother will be. Even if this were not the case, I love your nephew, and he me, therefore we are to marry." Elizabeth disliked having to reveal so much of her feeling, but Lady Catherine certainly made her see red.

"Fortune you say? And how much are you worth? I suppose five thousand pounds is a large amount to a tradesman's daughter like you." Lady Catherine made tradesman's daughter drip with disdain.

"Twenty thousand pounds, Lady Catherine." Elizabeth bit her lip. She disliked having to publicise how much she was worth.

That took Lady Catherine back a step. Twenty thousand pounds was quite a sum. Not too much lower than Georgiana. But Georgiana was a Darcy. Miss Bingley was a... Bingley.

Clearing her throat, she attacked Elizabeth with her main argument- her lack of breeding. "No matter how much gold you try to gild yourself with, it does not change the fact of who and what you are. A person without connections, a person wholly unsuitable for the title Mrs. Darcy."

"I think perhaps I would be the best judge of who would be a suitable Mistress of Pemberley Aunt Catherine." Darcy strode into the room, quite incensed at his Aunt's behaviour with his intended.

"Darcy!" Lady Catherine exclaimed. "I don't know what arts and allurements this woman used to make you forget your station and your duty, but surely you must see her as she is! I do not care how many goods her father sold to become rich, it does not make her suitable."

"Lady Catherine," Darcy began in a cold voice. "You will refrain from addressing the future Mrs. Darcy in derogatory terms. It matters not to me who her relations are, nor how much dowry she brings to our marriage. She is beautiful and intelligent, witty and accomplished. She will be the perfect sister for Georgiana, and she will, and does, make me the happiest man on earth."

"But Darcy! Think of Anne..."

"No buts Aunt Catherine!" There was steel in his voice now. "You will apologise to my wife to be, or you will leave the house immediately. As for my cousin, I have repeatedly refused to enter into an agreement with Anne. I would not force her or myself into an unloving match. If you bothered to ask your daughter's opinion once in a while instead of dictating how she ought to feel you may realise that her own feelings prevent the union as much as mine do."

Lady Catherine's eyes widened in astonishment. She was being thrown out of her sister's own home, and being told how to raise her own daughter!!

"You forget yourself, sir! I am your Aunt, and I will not be subjected to such threats."

"You forget yourself Aunt Catherine. This is not your house to where your every ill-natured whim can be brandished to the discomfort of everyone else! I will not put up with you insulting my own."

"She" with a malicious glance at Elizabeth "is not yours yet!"

"Oh but she will be, Aunt, and if you do not apologise this instant, you will not only be unwelcome in any of my dwellings, but you will also not be visited, you will not be invited to our wedding, nor any of our children's christenings. In short, it will be you who will be disconnected and shunned from the family. Do not think that I will not inform you brother of this behaviour!"

Lady Catherine blanched at the reference to her brother. He may not approve of Darcy's choice of bride, but he was extremely particular regarding decorum and civility. Perhaps she had been a mite uncivil, but to be expected to apologise to this... chit of a girl was unbearable! Intolerable!

"You will get no apology from me nephew, I will not compliment you on your choice of bride. You will receive no presents from me!"

With a toss of her head, and a sniff of disdain directed towards Elizabeth, who managed a slight curtsey (although she had no idea why she would pay this Lady even that civility), Lady Catherine stormed out.

Darcy sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry about this... incident... my darling."

Elizabeth laughed a little, and ran into his arms. "It does not matter dear, she will be reconciled eventually." She nestled closer in his arms, "I hope this does not affect your relationship with your family Fitzwilliam. I do not wish to be a point of contention between anyone, and as much as I disliked what she said, she was speaking the truth- I am a tradesman's daughter and low born- I could hope it would not be the case, but many of your London acquaintances may look on this match in the same light as Lady Catherine."

"I do not care about other people's opinions" Darcy brushed her hair from her face, "you are what matters most to me, and my immediate family loves you just as much as I do. If the world cannot see that you are perfect for me, then we will simply deny them the honour of your vivacious presence."

Elizabeth laughed delightedly before being caught up in a tender kiss.

Chapter Thirteen: All's Well That Ends Well

Posted on Friday, 22 August 2003

The two weeks before Charles and Jane arrived back from their wedding tour was a mixture of tortuous waiting and sweet moments between the couple. They continued taking a morning walk, and when the weather permitted, an evening stroll, remembering to always stay close to the house in case there were any women-stealing-bandits around.

They also took this opportunity to read Hamlet together, and although Darcy enjoyed the play, he found himself extremely frustrated with Hamlet's character and could not understand why anyone would sympathise. Elizabeth often found herself exasperated at his inability to grasp the intricate character, but soon lost any interest of bending his opinions to her own. It was much more enjoyable to discuss, sometimes quite passionately, the differences in opinion. Georgiana, at first was quite alarmed at the heat with which they argued, soon saw it as another way they expressed their thoughts and opinions and marvelled at how close her brother's life entwined with the woman he loved.

Charles and Jane arrived at Pemberley a few days earlier than planned, to the joy of all. Charles could not stop smiling at his sisters (and his own) happiness, and Jane was more than happy for her friend. All five journeyed to London a few days after their arrival for the necessary financial arrangements to be made, and Elizabeth, Jane and Georgiana decided that a few days spent shopping was just the thing for a new bride, a bride to be, and a soon to be debutante.

Once they returned from London, Darcy and Charles formally announced the engagement, and Elizabeth had the chance of making the acquaintance of Lord Fitzwilliam and the eldest son, who recently returned from America. Lord Fitzwilliam had been disappointed with his nephew's choice, but after a few meetings with the soon-to-be Mrs. Darcy, he was more than reconciled. The good opinion of his wife cemented his like of Elizabeth and Lord Matlock it was rumoured, visited Rosings Park to berate Lady Catherine on her inability to give her blessing. Lady Matlock's good opinion of Elizabeth came about through a series of visits to Matlock Manor, where she patiently devoted time to listening to that Lady's complaints, and helping her to embroider a cushion. Playing soothing music on the pianoforte comforted Lady Matlock's complaints and she soon found that her melancholy all but disappeared under Elizabeth's excellent care. Lord Matlock and Colonel Fitzwilliam were amazed to see Lady Matlock, Elizabeth and Georgiana walking animatedly through throughout the grounds one morning. Lady Matlock had rarely gone further than her garden in the last three years as a testimony to her illness, and to see her frolicking as much as the younger women, made the two Fitzwilliam men extremely joyful.

The wedding was fixed for the week following their return from London, and Elizabeth spent much of her time with Mrs. Reynolds, Jane and Georgiana planning her wedding breakfast. It had been decided that Pemberley would be the place where they got married. Darcy made arrangements with his pastor and the little chapel on the grounds was well-aired and decorated with fresh flowers. It would be a quiet and intimate wedding. The Fitzwilliams, Hursts and the Bennets were invited, and Lady Catherine refused to attend, and ensured that Anne could not as well. Another heated discussion arose between Lady Catherine and her brother, but she was too proud to admit defeat. It was only after Anne married a dashing Admiral did Lady Catherine finally relent and see that her bitterness had prevented her from enjoying her family's lives for the past six years.

Lady Catherine and Anne were not the only people who refused to attend. Louisa did not enjoy her sister's good fortune, but realised that she could not afford not to attend, otherwise she might be denied admittance to the hallowed Pemberley. She found that referring to her sister, Mrs. Darcy in future years, greatly added to her own social position, and was ultimately satisfied with her sister's marriage.

Miss Caroline Bennet however could never reconcile herself to Elizabeth's marriage to Mr. Darcy. She was sure that it should have been her that was invited to Pemberley as friend to Georgiana, and that it was she that would have been married to Mr. Darcy now. She would have made a much better Mistress of Pemberley. Her dress would have been much more elaborate- there was hardly any lace! Pemberley itself would have benefited under her renovations, and some of the copses would have been chopped down to make room for Grecian temples. She only ever visited Pemberley once with her sister, Mrs. Bingley. But once was enough for the inhabitants. She felt herself unable to attend the wedding of her husband, and Mrs. Bennet, in sympathy to her daughter's crushed hopes, decided to remain at Longbourn, much to the relief of Mr. Bennet. It was a happy reunion between Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet and he wished her much joy on her marriage. Kitty and Lydia (whom Mr. Bennet had deemed unwise to leave to his wife's and older sister's influence), enjoyed their time at Pemberley, and Kitty was invited to stay with Georgiana at Matlock Manor during Mr. and Mrs. Darcy's wedding tour.

The day before the wedding was hectic, but Darcy kidnapped Elizabeth for a final stroll outside. He quickly led her to his small hiding place. It was a happy moment- they simply stood holding each other. There was no need for words. They knew how much they loved each other, how right they were, and how much they were looking forward to their future life together. Their future was ahead of them, and the possibilities were boundless.

"Are you happy my love?" Darcy murmured quietly in her hair

"Yes. I could not imagine being happier than with you my darling Fitzwilliam" Elizabeth breathlessly exclaimed. Her emotions were getting the better of her, and she could not help crying silently but happily in his arms. Darcy simply held her more tightly.

The ceremony was simple and plain. Mr. Bennet was asked to give the bride away, and Jane and Georgiana preceded Elizabeth down the aisle. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam stood for Darcy, thus their closest family and friends were with them on this special occasion. As Reverend Sullivan united them in holy matrimony, the couple pledged themselves to each other, and kept that pledge faithfully in the years to come.

Darcy had been wrong in that carriage ride. There was something better than that moment, and it was every moment that he spent by Elizabeth's side in the years to come. Throughout their disagreements, despite sickness and ill humour, they continued to love each other with an unselfish and unbounded love. When their first child was placed in his arms, and he named him Fitzwilliam Bennet Darcy, he thought that his heart would burst. He experienced this heady emotion five more times when Anne Emma, Joshua Benjamin, George Andrew, Georgiana Louise and little Jane Helen were each placed in his arms for a father's blessing. Jane and Bingley had four children and within their second year of marriage, they found a suitable estate and Bingley entered into the realms of the landed gentry. Michelle Lucy (nicknamed Shemmelle), David Arthur, Phillip James and Katherine Rose became perfect companions for the Darcy children; Shemmelle was especially doted upon by Bingley having inherited her mother's flawless beauty, if perhaps she was a little mischievous.

When Jane Helen died in her seventh year, Darcy thought nothing could cause more pain. She was such a beautiful child, with her mother's love of nature and beauty, her father's capacity for quiet and solitude and her namesake's gentle nature that her passing made a hole no one could replace. She herself had no worries about passing on, and was often comforting her dear family during her lingering illness.

During Darcy's final years, he often spent time walking amongst the beloved groves of Pemberley remembering his life and felt such a surge of gratitude for his Elizabeth's unending love, and when he finally passed away in the arms of his wife, she forsook family tradition and placed his body into that little hideaway he had shown her so many years ago, and arranged that her body would be placed next to his. Their surviving children often visited the nook, and Joshua had planted two trees that grew intertwined and outlasted the storms and weather of the following generations.

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