Restoring the Heir

By Lori

Section I, Next Section

Prologue

Posted on Monday, 13 November 2006

The rain started just after their return trip. Dark gray storm clouds blocked the sun completely while the wind and rain beat against the carriage. So far, the roads were still good, but the gentleman was anxious to get to the next stop to take shelter at the Inn until the storm abated.

"Fanny, I wish you had been willing to stay at you brother's at least until better weather had come especially in your condition."

"Nonsense, Richard. I want to be home when the baby is born. Even so, if this storm does not desist, we can stop at the next inn since it is not too far off."

"Still, I would have felt more at ease with you staying at your brother's rather than an inn along the road home."

Twenty-year-old Francis Gardiner Bennet turned to look at her husband of a little over a year and smiled. Taking his arm, she leaned against him as best she could, with her head on his shoulder.

"I know, my love, and I know how much this whole trip has worried you since I should be in confinement, but I really appreciated attending Mama's funeral. Thank you." She had tears in her eyes for the two very different emotions she felt. Her mother's untimely death had devastated her as she had been extremely close with her. They had been best friends besides being mother and daughter. However, her pain was tempered with the love she felt for her Richard. It had been love at first sight and everything had been wonderful since, with the exception of the occasional arguments that most couples have.

"Oh, Fanny. You know how much I love you and how I would do anything to make you happy. I am glad you were able to be at your mother's funeral. She was a kind, generous, and intelligent woman. I worry about you and the baby though. I fear that all this activity will some how cause harm to you both. I will be glad to arrive home and you had better keep your promise and go into the rest of your confinement without complaint." Richard smiled at his wife with a slight mischievous glint replacing the worry at the last.

Fanny laughed, "I will keep my word, but I will be grateful to be able to go out for our walks again after the birth."

"As will I."

They fell into a companionable and loving silence. For the next while, they each enjoyed each other's quite company while listening to the howling wind and pounding rain. The occasional thunder clap would make Fanny jump, but it could not disturb her happiness at going home with her husband and the baby she carried.

However, at one point Richard Bennet was awoken from his dozing by a moan coming from Fanny. Opening his eyes fully, he immediately turned to his wife only to see her eyes clenched shut and her hands holding her round stomach.

"Fanny, what is wrong?"

"It is the baby. I . . . I think . . . it has decided it wants to meet its parents."

"What?! . . . Now?!"

"Yes! Now!" She managed to glance at her husband to see how worried he was as well as his surprise and hurt at being snapped at. "I am sorry I snapped, though you should prepare yourself for more as I have a feeling I will be rather . . . short tempered."

"Oh, I most certainly will keep it in mind, but right now I must get us to the nearest doctor or midwife."

"That would help."

"See. I told you, you would pick up my sense of humour."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Never mind the humour . . . only tell the driver to get us to the nearest inn and then locate the midwife."

"Of course."

It did not take long to reach the Rose Garden Inn after Mr. Bennet had ordered the driver to hurry. Mr. Bennet, the driver and the innkeeper, a Mr. Stevens, all helped Mrs. Bennet into the building and into a room. Mrs. Stevens, the proprietor's wife came immediately to help her as her husband sent someone for the midwife as no doctors resided nearby.

Mrs. Bennet was resting comfortable between contractions while her husband remained next to her even though he had been scolded and advised to leave by the Mrs. Stevens when the midwife, a Mrs. Smith, arrived with her twelve-year-old step-daughter. She was more successful in forcing Mr. Bennet to leave. From there on, there was nothing else for Richard Bennet to do but wait.

At the same time, a handsome coach was coming from the opposite direction. The occupants found themselves more comfortable than the Bennets even with the storm. Yet, they were experiencing a similar set of events. They, too, were returning from a funeral under the same circumstances.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?"

"Edmund, I am fine. You have asked me that ten times since we left."

"I know, dearest, but I am so worried especially since the weather has turned for the worse. We should never have gone while you are in this condition. We should have kept you in confinement. Beth, you know how much trouble we have had."

"I know, darling, but I had to go to my sister's funeral. You know how close we were."

"Indeed. I am sorry. I am apprehensive. I do not know what I would do if we lost another child." Tears were in his eyes and he could see tears welling up in his wife's eyes as well.

"I understand completely. I do not know if I could handle another loss either."

As with the Bennets, this couple dozed as well attempting to ignore the thunder and howling wind and rain. The gentleman was similarly awakened by his wife's moans.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, what is it? Is it the baby?"

His wife could only nod as she held her stomach and moaned again in pain. It was all the answer her husband needed to push him into action telling the driver to hurry to the nearest stopping point and to find a doctor or midwife immediately.

Reaching the closest inn, the Rose Garden, the driver went into find directions. When he discovered that she was already there attending another woman, he informed his employer who made arrangements for his wife to have the room next to the other lady so that the midwife could attend both. Mrs. Smith, the midwife summarily told him to leave the room after he finished helping his Elizabeth into the room.

Standing in the hall staring at the door to his wife's room, the gentleman turned as Mr. Stevens addressed him.

"Sir, if you will follow me, I will take you to an area where you can wait."

"Thank you, but I prefer to stay here."

The innkeeper smiled, "That may be all well and all, but as soon as Mrs. Smith sees you out here she will insist on you leaving the hall as well. Also, it may be a while, so it might be easier to wait where you can at least sit down."

The gentleman thought about it and nodded. He knew he would be no good to his wife standing here. "Alright."

"It is a small private dining area this way."

The innkeeper left him at the door to continue with his business, so when the gentleman opened the door he was surprised to see another gentleman.

"I am sorry to disturb you sir, but this is where I was told to wait."

"No apologies are necessary. Mrs. Stevens informed me that another gentleman would probably be joining me here as they are having a particularly busy day due to the storm. I, too, was brought here to wait. Mrs. Smith can be rather forceful when she wants someone to leave."

The gentleman looked up at Mr. Bennet, "So, it is your wife who also waits for the midwife. We were told when we arrived that the midwife was already here attending another lady."

"Yes. We were travelling and hoped to be settled at home before needing the midwife. My mother-in-law passed away and my wife was very close to her."

"It is the same for my wife and I. She wanted to be at her dear sister's funeral so much I simply could not say no. We had also hoped to be home as well."

Both fell silent and stood as they heard footsteps pass in the hall. When the door did not open, they looked back at each other as each took a seat. After silence had crept over the room and remained for a time, the gentleman started a small conversation.

Two hours passed as the two went from conversation on the local land, to business to more personal information.

After finishing a discussion on ___________, Mr. Bennet paused as if deliberating on something which was noticed by his companion.

"Is there something bothering you?"

"Actually, yes. I know this is a rather personal question, but do you have any other children?"

The gentleman smiled as he guessed what the younger man wanted to know. "Yes, I have one son who is nine years old. Am I correct in assuming that this will be your first child?

Mr. Bennet blushed slightly as he nodded.

"I thought as much. If you have a question, I will answer what I am able. I know I wished I had someone when Charles was born."

"Umm . . . How long can this take? I mean . . ."

Holding up his hands, the gentleman answered, "I understand what you mean. I am not sure. It was right about four hours before Charles was born."

"It has only been about two." Sighing, Mr. Bennet continued, "I am sorry for prying. I am simply nervous about this and I have no doubt put upon your time with my constant chatter."

"To be honest, your conversation has prevented me from worrying too much. You see, we . . . this is our fifth child. Twice were miscarriages early on. The last child, our daughter was stillborn. I worry for both Elizabeth, my wife who I nearly lost with the last one as well, and our child. I do not care if it is a boy or a girl as long as it lives. I do not know what I would do if we lost another child. I doubt my wife will react well if something should happen." As he said all this, tears had begun to flow down his cheeks as the fear of what might be overwhelmed him. He would normally be embarrassed to cry in front of another, but right at the moment, it did not matter if what he feared came about.

"I am sorry for your loss and sincerely hope that all will be well this time." Mr. Bennet remained at a loss as to what else to say.

"Thank you for your kindness. I hope today will be a day of joy for us both."

From there on, they settled back into waiting.

Meanwhile, the midwife, Mrs. Smith and her twelve year old step-daughter were kept busy going between the two rooms. Mrs. Stevens was busy finding and providing supplies to her. During the two hours, she learned the identity of her first charge. If Mrs. Bennet bore a son, it would deprive Mrs. Smith's nephew of the Longbourn estate he would inherit on entailment. Although she did not wish harm to the Bennets, she sincerely hoped that this child would be a daughter. Mrs. Smith had also learned of the tragic past of the other lady. She hoped that they would not have to suffer another tragedy.

However, her hopes were in vain as two and one-half hours after the start, the second lady bore her stillborn son. As the lady passed out from the strain and difficulty she had faced, Mrs. Smith was called to Mrs. Bennet's room by her step-daughter.

Entering the room, she immediately went to work and sent the girl to gather more supplies. Only a few short while passed before the baby, a son was born. As Mrs. Bennet slept in her exhaustion, the midwife thought about what this meant.

My nephew has lost his inheritance to this infant. This will make things very difficult for my sister's son. Also, that poor woman next door. She is not likely to have more considering all the difficulties she has had and I doubt she will want to risk losing another.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. Something that might help her nephew and the lady at the same time.

It is risky, but the woman could then be spared more pain with one last child that she has held so much hope for. My nephew may gain his inheritance if the Bennets have no more sons. No. It is not fair to them or any daughters they might have. Surely though, Mrs. Bennet is young yet. She could still produce an heir. Even if she did not, surely my nephew would not displace the poor girls or their mother should Mr. Bennet die.

She looked around. If I am to do this, I must act quickly; my step-daughter will be back soon. With that she bundled up the heir of Longbourn, and carried him to the door and opened it quietly. Glancing down each end of the hall, she moved quickly into the next room. She was pleased to see the woman still asleep. Laying the one child down, she took the stillborn child and carried him in the same manner as she had the other before. Once in Mrs. Bennet's room, she laid him in the same spot from which she took the Bennet child.

Calming herself with several deep breaths she turned toward the door as it burst open to reveal her step-daughter.

"I am sorry, Mama. When I went to get these, one of the boys working here ran into me while carrying some stew and I dropped them and he spilled the stew as I spilled the rest of the hot water. Mrs. Stevens hurried to find me more while I got more hot water. I truly did not mean to take so long." The girl said all this barely stopping for breath throughout her speech.

"That is alright my dear. I made do with what I had, but I do need them now." As she moved toward the supplies that had been set on a chair, her step-daughter noticed her shaking hands.

"Mama, what is wrong? Are you ill? Your hands are shaking so badly."

"It is nothing my dear. It . . . It is only that . . . the second child, right over there, was stillborn."

The girl looked over from the lifeless infant to the woman on the bed as tears filled her eyes, "Oh, the poor woman."

Mrs. Smith looked away. "Indeed. Now I need your help. You know what I need you to do."

With that, they worked on everything else that needed doing. When they were done, Mrs. Smith decided to inform the gentlemen it was time to see their wives. She told her step-daughter she would send the first gentleman to see his wife and son and that she was to stand in the hall and direct him to the correct door. Mrs. Smith would accompany the other gentleman to his wife as she had to inform him of the tragic news.

As she reached the door of the waiting room the men were in, she took a deep breath and knocked and entered.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but I thought you sir would like to know you have a son." She had directed her gaze at the second gentleman who smiled brilliantly. Before he could reply, she continued, "If you go down the corridor you will see my step-daughter there and she will direct you to the correct room."

"Thank you," he hurried out so eager he was to see his wife and son.

While happy for the other gentleman, Mr. Bennet was anxious for news of Fanny.

"Any news of my wife, madam?"

"I am sorry to tell you sir that your son was stillborn."

Mr. Bennet swallowed hard at the pain he felt but pushed it aside as he worried for his wife.

"Fanny?"

She is resting. I think it would be best if you were with her when I break the news to her."

Mr. Bennet nodded and followed her out as relief for his wife mixed with the pain and sadness at the loss of his son. He did not relish seeing Fanny's face contract with pain as the happiness she had been feeling at the hope of their child transformed into loss and sorrow.

Mrs. Smith leaned against the wall outside the Bennets room. She had nearly confessed all when she witnessed the pain crossing both faces and the anguished cry that escaped Mrs. Bennet. Still, she did not reveal the truth and comforted herself with the thoughts that Mrs. Bennet may yet have another son and that the other family was spared another tragedy.

The next morning dawned clear and calm. The storm had passed, but the two families within the inn did not leave immediately.

The next couple of days passed with great joy for one couple and pain and sorrow for the other. Both were told that if they travelled carefully and slowly, they should be able to travel home the next day as both ladies had recovered well enough though they remained tired. They were told to take frequent stops including staying at inns if necessary depending on how far they had to travel.

So, the afternoon before leaving, Mr. Bennet found himself eating in a corner of the common area while his wife rested. He took only a small meal as he felt little hunger.

"Sir, you look like something terrible has happened." Mr. Bennet looked up to see the face of the gentleman he had meet his first day there.

"Indeed sir. I now know how you must have felt with three of your children." Mr. Bennet said as he was barely able to speak of it.

The gentleman closed his eyes in sympathy. Opening them he said, "Please accept my and my wife's deepest regrets for you loss."

"Thank you . . . and may I congratulate you on your new son."

"Thank you. May I join you?"

Mr. Bennet was a little surprised especially by the most serious look on the man's face, "Certainly."

After seating himself, the gentleman remained silent as if thinking over what he wanted to say, "Sir, I would like to name my son after you. You are a fine gentleman and it will be in memory of your son."

Seeing the sincerity in the man's eyes and knowing his sympathy was real, Mr. Bennet could not refuse such a kind offer. "I am honoured, sir, that you would ask to do so. I would be pleased and honoured."

"Thank you. Even though we have spent so much time conversing, we have yet to learn each others name."

"Yes, that would help now, would it not? My name is Richard Bennet."

"Hmmm. Richard. I think that will be an excellent name for my son. I am Edmund Fitzwilliam, the Earl of Matlock."

Chapter 1

Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006

Edmund Fitzwilliam sat at his desk in his study staring at a letter which he had received an hour earlier. The information contained therein was a simple request to see him. However, he developed a feeling of dread which continued to deepen with each reading. It came from a Mrs. Roland who wrote on behalf of her step-mother, Mrs. Smith. In her letter, she requested that he come as soon as possible because her mother wishes to relate some information; a confession, she wishes to make to him involving his family and himself. She explained that her step-mother was midwife who attended his wife when his second son was born. Mrs. Roland made it clear that it was imperative that he come soon as Mrs. Smith was ill.

Edmund felt a need to learn what this Mrs. Smith had to say even if he thought he would not like to hear it. Finally coming to a decision, he got up and called for a servant. "Turner, will you have the carriage readied and please inform my wife when she returns that I left on a matter of urgent business."

"Yes, sir."

Soon, the Earl of Matlock found himself on the road to Cheapside. Apparently, Mrs. Smith had found it necessary to move to London to live with her step-daughter when she became ill. Mrs. Roland implied that her mother had grown increasingly ill in recent days, so much so that she did not have much strength. It was not long before he arrived and he was admitted immediately.

A familiar looking woman, either in her late thirties or early forties came into the small parlour to greet him, "Lord Fitzwilliam?"

"Yes."

"I am Mrs. Roland. Thank you for coming so quickly. I must ask you to come to my husband's study as that is where my mother likes to stay during the day and as she has so little strength, she cannot come here and I have no one to help move her."

"Certainly, madam."

He followed her into the study which also acted as a library based on all the books on the shelves. There he saw a frail, older woman sitting in a chair who looking pensive. Mrs. Smith's pale and drawn face was lined as if the stress of past years was too much for her. Her eyes were intelligent, but pained by emotion.

"Mrs. Smith," he addressed her as he gave a slight bow.

She inclined her head as she replied, "Lord Fitzwilliam." Her voice rasped more with emotion than age or illness.

"Your daughter's letter said you had something to tell me."

Swallowing and blinking, Mrs. Smith met his eyes. Her voice was clearer with this attempt. "I see you are straight to the point. It is a confession . . . although now I am finding it difficult as to where to begin. Please take a seat as this will take a while.

As Lord Fitzwilliam took a seat in the chair facing the lady, he noticed her growing agitation. Her hands which had before only trembled, now began shaking more severely. Her step-daughter seated herself next to her and held her hands.

"Twenty-eight years ago you and your wife stopped at an inn in need of a midwife. At the same time another couple were already there with the same need. That couple was Mr. and Mrs. Bennet of Longbourn in Hertfordshire. I recognized the name because my sister had married their cousin, a Mr. Collins. I struck up a conversation and determined that they were indeed the cousins to my sister. As her husband had passed away, her son, my nephew, was in line to inherit the Bennet estate of Longbourn through an entailment."

Edmund Fitzwilliam closed his eyes as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten painfully. He was not unintelligent and could see exactly where this was going to go. Yet, he was unwilling to admit it.

"I feared the Bennets having a son more for the sake of my sister, as we were quite close, than for my nephew. My sister loved her son very much and I could not bear to see her hurt. Also, your wife told me of the terrible losses you and she suffered when she voiced her concerns on the child during the birth. It was these two pieces of information that gave me the idea to switch the children later.

By the time Mrs. Bennet delivered a strong and healthy son, I already knew your son was stillborn. From there on, I convinced myself with the two reasons I already mentioned as well as others to switch the children. I felt for your situation and comforted myself with the thoughts that the Bennets were young and could have more children."

The Earl of Matlock pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before responding in a choked voice, "You mean to tell me that the child I raised, the boy I loved, is not my son at all. You mean that my son, Richard, is actually Mr. Bennet's son?"

"Yes. I know and I knew even then that I should not have done it. It has tormented me for the past twenty-eight years. My nights have been filled with dreams of that day. I have prayed about it almost every day since and have felt that the only way I could find peace from my guilt was to confess to you and the Bennets what I had done. It has become even more necessary in light of what I learned about the Bennets and my own nephew. Please forgive me my interference."

"And what exactly have you learned?"

"First, my great nephew, my sister's grandson will inherit the Bennet estate. I must admit my error in my estimation of my nephew. His attitude, especially toward the Bennets, was not . . . the best. He broke with them only a couple of years after my interference and I fear how his son will treat them should Mr. Bennet die particularly if he is anything like his father. This is even more disturbing as I learned that the Bennets have five daughters and no more sons. If I had not switched them, their son would protect them from the entailment."

Taking a deep breath to suppress the warring emotions of anger pain, fear, and more, the Earl responded. "I understand and agree that you should never have switched them. However, I do not regret the years spent raising Richard, though, it seems I have you to thank for the opportunity even though it is painful to admit and accept the truth of what happened. There is nothing to forgive on my side. I cannot speak for the Bennets, though. You must speak to them as it is between you and them to come to terms over this."

"Will you be willing to help correct the situation with the Bennets? I mean send, the young man to his family?" She asked hesitantly.

"I will talk with Richard. After that, it will be his decision. If he should decide to help them and return to them, I will send word to you. It may be better to wait for you to talk to them until everything is settled with Richard first as he will be the most affected by this situation."

Relief crossed Mrs. Smith's face, "Thank you."

The Earl of Matlock returned home and asked that his wife join him in the study as soon as possible. As he sat down, his mind wandered to the moment before he took his leave of Mrs. Smith. He remembered that the peaceful expression that rested on her face was as if she felt close to achieving a peace she had not felt in close to thirty years. His line of thought was disrupted by his wife's approaching footsteps.

"Edmund, what is it? Is something the matter?" His wife entered as beautiful as ever even at sixty-three. Her hair, which always drew his attention, was touched with only a little gray, something he could not claim for himself.

"Elizabeth, please sit down. I have a lot to say, and you will not like it."

"What is the matter? Has someone been hurt? Has Richard been recalled to duty?"

"No, none of those, though it involves Richard. Before you worry more, he is well. In face, he is not aware of this yet. What I have to discuss with you might upset you. Do you remember when Richard was born?"

"Of course. I remember how thankful I was to have our son so healthy and happy. I felt so sorry of that other family. I remember you named Richard after the gentleman. What does that have to do with this thought?" His wife frowned at what she perceived as a sudden change of topic.

"More than you might imagine. What I need to tell you is that I recently, actually today, heard from the midwife who attended you and the other lady. To summarize, her nephew stood to inherit the other couple's estate through an entailment if they had no heir. After she heard our own story, she made a decision. After the birth, she switched the children."

Lady Fitzwilliam's eyes widened as she realised the implications of what her husband revealed. She stood up, shaking her hands and pointing at him, she argued, "No, Edmund. Richard is our son! Even if it did happen, we need not tell him. We raised him, we are family! I will not lose my child! Not to mention, the current heir to the other family will suddenly be displaced." With that she turned to the window and crossed her arms.

Coming up behind his wife, he put his hand on her shoulder to turn her gently toward him; however, she steadfastly refused to budge. He sighed and spoke quietly, "Elizabeth, they have no heir."

Turning suddenly she stared into her husbands face searching for the truth she saw in his eyes, "What?"

"They have no heir. The Bennets, yes I know their name, have five daughters, with an entailment over their heads."

"Oh no, those poor girls." Lady Fitzwilliam's hand covered her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Exactly. Would you want to deprive them of their home, because you do not want to relinquish to them the brother that belongs to them? Would you want them to selfishly keep our child if the reverse were true? The Bennets were as devastated by the loss as we were by ours. We need to at least tell them the truth including Richard."

"You are right. I . . . I only fear . . . losing our son even if he is not ours by blood. He has been ours from the day he was born. I . . . I guess I . . ."

Taking his wife in his arms as she accepted the comfort and rested her head on his shoulder, Edmund said, "I know. I feel the same, but you know that Richard would still be apart of our family even though he truly is a Bennet. We would not be losing our son, but adding his family to ours. Richard would not abandon us, though his duty would lie elsewhere. Besides it does benefit our son."

"How is it besides knowing his true identity? He will lose his status as the son of an Earl."

"True, but now he has an estate to inherit, even if it is small. Currently, he is a younger son; you know that means little advantage to himself even with the money we have laid aside for him. If he is to provide for a wife and family adequately, he would need a steady income that is better than his current pay. You know Richard feels he must marry well financially if he is to ever have a family. This way he now has a home to provide for a wife and can more easily choose a match of love which is what we have wanted for him. We can still give him the money as a give even if he is not our son by blood."

"You are right again, my love. I know it is for the best. Yet . . . I do not want to give up my son even if I am still part of his life. Still, He must be told the truth and he must be allowed to decide for himself. I assume this is what you already planned to do?"

"Yes."

"When will you tell him?"

"I am going to send an express and have him return from Rosings at once. I will also contact his commanding officer and gain an extended leave of absence for him. I know the gentleman so I do not believe that it will be difficult gaining the leave for family issues."

"Will not your sister be suspicious of the content of the express?"

"Probably, but Richard knows how to avoid telling his Aunt what he does not want her to know. He is too experienced with his Aunt's opinions on some subjects to mention anything that will delay him."

Lady Fitzwilliam smiled, "I should certainly hope so with as many times as he has returned from Rosings with complaints and stating that he would not return the next time. I think the only reason he continues to go is to support Darcy and distract Lady Catherine so that he can have some peace. And Darcy only goes to prevent her from visiting at Pemberley and settling in for a couple of months. I remember she did that once when Anne and George were still alive. Neither of them were happy about it. Anne was beside herself with frustration and George was struggling to remain calm and not give in to telling your sister how he felt about her intrusion."

"As much as you enjoy reminiscing over the fact that people do not visit my sister because they want to, I need to send that express."

"Alright. Please do me one favour though."

"What is it?"

"If Richard decides to go to his real family, allow me to see him before he leaves?"

"Of course, my dear. I would never deprive you that opportunity. Before you leave though, I want your opinion on something. As I feel this would be easier on us all if it is handled quickly, I though I should send an express to Mr. Bennet as well informing him of what has happened and that I will be putting the choice to Richard. I will tell him I understand his plight, but I do not want to force Richard into anything. From what I know of the gentleman, I think he will understand and accept what Richard wants. I will also say that if Richard decides to meet them, we will travel to Hertfordshire immediately. He should receive an express before we arrive. He should respond to this one if that is acceptable."

"My dear, if you think it is the right thing to do, do it. Do you have their address?"

"Yes. I corresponded with Mr. Bennet for years. We lost contact about the time Anne died. I know I have their address somewhere in here. It should not take me long to find it."

"Very well then. I will leave you for now."

As Lady Fitzwilliam left the room, her husband noticed the tears trailing down her face. He wished he could sit down and bury his face in his hands, but he did not have the time. It would be easier on them all if this was taken are of immediately. There would be time enough later to grieve.

Chapter 2

Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006

Elizabeth Bennet enjoyed her walk through the Rosings grounds. She had been walking for a short time when she heard someone approach. Turning, she smiled at the gentleman.

"Miss Bennet."

"Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"I see you are taking the opportunity to see the Park in all its beauty as I am."

"Indeed, it is very beautiful."

"Would you let me point out some areas of interest? Darcy told me you are an avid walker."

"I would enjoy that, though I have no doubt Mr. Darcy made his opinions quite clear."

The Colonel frowned at her comment about Darcy. He was aware that his cousin admired Miss Bennet greatly. However, she acted like she loathed him and that the feeling was mutual.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was oblivious to the Colonel's musings. She had returned her focus to nature as she had no wish to dwell on the subject of Mr. Darcy which she would learn would not disappear so easily.

Eventually, they started talking. From time to time, Colonel Fitzwilliam would point out something of interest and would regale her with stories of the antics he and his cousin would get into when they visited Rosings when they were little. Although she was uncomfortable with the renewed subject of Darcy and found it difficult to relate this picture the Colonel painted to what she knew of the man, she could not help but laugh at their antics or an enraged Lady Catherine chasing two mud-covered boys out of the house and through the Park.

"And over there is the tree Darcy would hide in almost every time we came to visit. I became quite good at diverting our Aunt when they came too close to finding him."

"Why would he need to hide? I thought Lady Catherine favoured him."

The Colonel snorted, "Ahem. Pardon me Miss Bennet, but my Aunt's favouritism is rather overbearing and demanding. I think you yourself have observed our Aunt's manner and attitude to those in her company. You have never seen her upset though. If a person does not capitulate to her every idea, she can make that person more than miserable. Darcy will be respectful of her, but he will not let her dictate his life to him. I am rather lucky to be a younger son. She likes my presence only as long as it suits her and because I am family, but she has no personal plans for me like she had for my poor cousins. Anne is frustrated that her mother will not let her make her own decisions . . . I am sorry Miss Bennet. I should not be telling you all this. Please pardon me." During his rant, his face hardened as he spoke of the treatment his cousins endured from Lady Catherine.

"It is alright. You seemed to enjoy venting a little."

The Colonel chuckled. "You do not know the half of it. My family usually gets the brunt of it when I arrive home, but everyone expects it. While here, Darcy and I cannot even complain to each other unless we are outside wandering the grounds. It seems everything that happens or is said within our Aunt's home gets back to her."

Elizabeth laughed, "She does like to have her say in every conversation."

They both laughed heartily at this.

"Miss Bennet, I must thank you. I have never had a sister and you have given me the opportunity to know what it is like to have one today. Thank you."

"No thanks are necessary, Colonel. I, too, have been able to learn what it would have been like if I had had a brother. So, I think we are even."

"Then even we are."

"It is a pity that we are not related. Would it not be interesting if we were long lost siblings?" She grinned and her eyes sparkled mischievously.

Both broke out in laughter as the Colonel replied between bursts of laughter, "Oh . . . Miss Bennet . . . that is . . . an amazing . . . thought! . . . I could see Aunt Catherine's face . . . and Darcy's!"

With that, their amusement doubled.

Elizabeth's laughter faded as she felt the wave of recognition pass through her again. She frowned as she looked at the Colonel who now gained a puzzled look as he observed reaction.

"Alright, Miss Bennet, could you explain to me why you frown or become deep in thought at some point in my company? Has my cousin been telling tales about me?" The Colonel grinned as he said the last and turned to look at her.

"I would not be surprised to hear you cousin has done any such thing, but no I had heard nothing of you from Mr. Darcy. Truthfully, you remind me of someone and I cannot quite put my finger on who. It is frustrating to be so close at figuring who it is your remind me of and yet still not know."

Colonel Fitzwilliam had frowned at the comment about his cousin as it seemed to confirm his earlier suspicions that she did not like him, but laughed when he understood her consternation concerning himself.

"Well, at least I have the comfort of knowing you are not angry at me, but instead you are busy perplexing yourself in another ill-fated attempt to discover who my long lost twin is."

Elizabeth laughed as he grinned.

They spoke on amiably for a while when the subject of the Bingleys came up.

"What do you know of them?"

"I have met Bingley once and he is an amiable fellow . . ."

"Colonel Fitzwilliam!"

Both turned at the shout to see a person approaching them.

"Yes. What is it?"

"Sir, this express was sent on the express instructions to deliver this to you personally," the messenger said, handing the message to him and standing aside.

"Thank you." Colonel Fitzwilliam opened it and read it. Unable to take her leave, Elizabeth remained where she was.

"Pardon me, Miss Elizabeth, but it seems that I will be leaving sooner than planned. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay. May I also ask you to pass on my regrets to the rest of your party for not taking leave, but please do not mention the express?"

"I will tell them and I hope it is nothing serious. Good luck on your trip"

"Thank you, Miss Bennet. Good day." With that the Colonel bowed and turned and left.

Elizabeth watched him go before returning to the Parsonage. When he had read that note, his expression became more recognizable again, but she could not place where.

As Darcy left the Rosings Library, he saw his cousin passing quickly with a more serious expression than usual.

"Fitzwilliam, where are you going in such a hurry?" The Colonel stopped, turned back and looked up and down the hall before answering.

"I received an express asking for my immediate return home."

"Is everyone alright? Is Georgiana safe?"

"It said nothing about illness or about anyone at all. If something had happened with Georgiana, especially while she is visiting them, they would have sent it to you. I am assuming it is some sort of business."

"Your parents would not have sent it to me and you are well aware of the fact. If our Aunt saw that it was for me she would have opened it or, failing that, demanded the contents form me. For some unfathomable reason, she feels she has the right to know about anything that involves me."

"I know that all too well cousin. I have witnessed her attentiveness to your concerns myself. Why do you think I endure her company every year?"

"Very true and I never truly thank you for it, do I?"

"You do not need to. We have been as close as brothers all our lives. I know that if ever I needed your help, you would be there."

"Of course I would. Is there anything I could do for you before you leave?"

"Could you not tell Aunt Catherine about the express and its contents?"

"Certainly, but she will still want to know why you are leaving."

"Hmmm ... I think I will tell her it involves my military duties. She will accept that."

"Will she not wonder why it came as an express?"

"Darcy, I am trying to simply leave and you turn it into a complicated matter. I will say that it came this way for reasons I am not at liberty to say. Will that do my perfectionist cousin?"

"Ha, Ha, Richard. You are absolutely hilarious. Yes, of course it will do. I was only pointing out flaws that Aunt Cat would pounce on."

Both shared a smile at their childhood nickname for their Aunt.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. Fitzwilliam, could you give a letter to my sister while you are there?"

"Yes, I will make sure she gets it. Only I will need it shortly as I am leaving as soon as I am packed."

"It is already written all I need do is retrieve it."

"Alright."

"I hope everything is well and wish your parents well for me."

"I will." The Colonel nodded and headed toward his rooms as Darcy went to retrieve his letter.

Later that day, the Colins', Maria Lucas and Elizabeth Bennet attended Rosings. Elizabeth noticed how Lady Catherine delivered the news of the Colonel's removal due to military duties. She was certain it had nothing to do with the Colonel's career, but suppressed a smile as she thought of how Lady Catherine would have insisted on adding her own opinions if she had known otherwise.

Darcy, Elizabeth observed, continued in a somewhat aggravated mood throughout most of the evening. He would constantly shift position, stand and remove to the window or glance at herself whenever his Aunt was not looking.

Lady Catherine attributed Darcy's agitation to his having to leave soon himself. She kept glancing between him and her daughter, Anne. She even became so bold as to hint at an attachment between them to which Darcy rolled his eyes as he stood by the windows facing out and his cousin sighed in exasperation. It was apparent to everyone, but Lady Catherine and Mr. Collins that no such attachment existed.

Elizabeth's awareness of all these events led her to believe that Darcy's tension had more do to with being abandoned in the clutches of his matchmaking Aunt by Colonel Fitzwilliam, than by any imagined attachments and hopes of Lady Catherine. Still, she was disconcerted by his constant glances.

The one-sided conversation continued some while before Mr. Darcy interrupted.

"Could we not have some music, Aunt? Miss Bennet, would you oblige us?"

"Miss Bennet will be glad of the chance to play for us again, will you not?"

"Certainly Lady Catherine." As Elizabeth stood, and walked to the piano-forte, Darcy followed her.

"Miss Bennet, would you permit me to turn the pages for you?" Darcy asked as he smiled a little, but before Elizabeth could answer Lady Catherine interrupted.

"Darcy come over here, Mrs. Collins can turn the pages for her friend. I want to talk to you."

Darcy simply pursed his lips while an annoyed expressed crossed his face, but he complied with his Aunt's wishes. Mrs. Collins observed him as she passed him to join Elizabeth at the piano-forte.

"Well, Lizzy, you cannot tell me now, that Mr. Darcy dislikes you. He has been staring at you quite often, contrived to be near you as you played, smiled at you and was not happy about being called away."

"Really, Charlotte, you are imagining things. He no doubt wants to be clear of his Aunt since his cousin left him alone here."

"On the contrary, Lizzy, you are simply stubborn. You have put too much stock in Mr. Wickham's stories."

"Miss Bennet, you are going to play for us are you not?" Lady Catherine asked putting an end to any more conversation between the two. Darcy glared at his Aunt's continued interruptions.

"Yes, madam."

With that, Elizabeth played earning the usual criticisms from Lady Catherine. Darcy listened attentively to her playing and grimaced at his Aunt's comments. No more opportunities presented themselves for Darcy to approach and speak to Elizabeth and she was unable to finish her conversation with Charlotte due to Lady Catherine's interference.

Chapter 3

Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006

Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam arrived home exhausted. He went to his room for a bath and some sleep after meeting with his father who said it could easily wait until the next morning. So, he remained in suspense over the summons although it did not keep him from sleeping well.

The next morning, the Colonel looked over at a window on the way to his father's study to see the early rays of a bright and cheerful morning. As he entered, the room, he saw his father already there, sitting pensively.

"What was so urgent and has you so upset, Papa?" Edmund Fitzwilliam looked up with pain in his eyes.

"Richard, sit down as what I have to say will shock you."

"What do you mean?" He took a seat close to his father.

"I have learned a bit of information that I cannot doubt. You are not my son."

"What?!" The Colonel suddenly looked both hurt and furious.

"Please, let me finish! It is not what you think! The night you were born, we were at an inn where another couple were also having a child born. Apparently, the midwife's nephew was in line to inherit this couple's estate through an entailment if there was no male heir. When they bore a healthy son, she switched him with my and my wife's stillborn one."

The Colonel's jaw dropped. This was entirely unexpected. Blinking and shaking his head in shock, he replied, "So, I am not even a Fitzwilliam, but belong to some other family. Do you even know who they are?"

"Yes. In fact I corresponded with the gentleman for a few years before we lost contact. We even named you after the gentleman. I must say, you are taking this better than I expected."

Richard began to wonder when the surprises would end. It was rather ironic that he was named after his real father when neither knew it. "How else am I supposed to act? I trust your judgement on this. If you say you are certain about the truth of this matter, I believe you."

"Thank you."

"Could you tell me the name of . . . of my family?"

"Indeed. The gentleman was named Richard Bennet . . ."

His eyes widened as he recognized the name. "Bennet! Would they happen to come from Longbourn in Hertfordshire?"

"Yes, but how did you know?" The Earl observed the shock spreading across his son's face. He still could not think of Richard as not his own child.

"I met Miss Elizabeth Bennet, their daughter, at Rosings while she visited her friend, Mrs. Collins. She had married Miss Bennet's cousin, Mr. Collins."

"Interesting and what did you think of her?"

"Elizabeth Bennet is a witty and intelligent young woman. She is outspoken and gives her opinions readily which rather annoyed my Aunt. She ahs a wonderful sense of humour. I was actually talking with her as we had met during our walks when I received your express. At one point, we expressed a wish to have had a sibling like the other. It was her next comment that is so shocking in light of this new situation."

"What did she say?"

"She, in jest, commented that we might be long lost relatives."

"She did! She must be more perceptive than even she realized."

"What you might find interesting is that she though I resembled someone, but she could not identify who."

"Ah . . . It seems she must be thinking of her father then. For years I knew you reminded me of someone, but I only realized that it was Mr. Bennet after this discovery came about. You look almost like he did when I first met him. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Well, that should help to support the midwife's claims. If her word is all we had to go on, I could see Mr. Collins challenging it."

"You know he is the one the estate is entailed to?"

"Lady Catherine was kind enough to inform everyone of it. I remember wishing I could do something for Miss Bennet's family after I met her. I felt sorry that she and her sisters would be displaced if something happened to their father. Mr. Collins listens and does whatever Lady Catherine deems correct. So, you can have no doubt as to what would have happened to them. I am assuming that it is the entailment that caused you to send for me so quickly, am I correct?"

"Yes, it is. Richard, let me make this clear. This is your choice and I never will push you away, but there are several advantages for them and you and it would be the right thing to do."

"Father, I understand, I know what I must do. Even though it would be wise to sit down and think about this, I feel that there is only one solution. I wanted to help when they were barely even acquaintances, and now that they are family, I have the opportunity. I can stop the entailment by simply revealing the relationship. If anyone questions it, there is the evidence of my resemblance to Mr. Bennet and the midwife's confession."

Edmund Fitzwilliam starred at his son with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "I am glad to hear that you will help them. How soon do you want to inform the Bennets?"

"As soon as possible. I have to be back on duty soon. If I decide to resign my commission to be with them, then I should go soon."

"I already took care of your leave and had it extended until this is resolved. I took the liberty of informing Mr. Bennet as I felt he had the right to at least know. I told him that if you are willing to expect us soon. I can send an express to him today and we could leave this afternoon. I am sure we could see him tomorrow morning."

"That would work. I need to give Georgiana a letter from Darcy."

"And, it would give you time to talk to your mother. She was insistent she get a chance to speak to you."

"I am certain of that." Richard looked down at his hands wondering how he could approach the woman who had been his mother and if he could handle her reaction to all of this.

"Cousin! When did you arrive?" Georgiana's cheerful face greeted the Colonel. He had hurried back to his room to grab Darcy's letter hoping that Georgiana might still be at breakfast when he arrived. He hoped it was still early enough for breakfast, as he had skipped it for that morning's conversation with his father.

"Georgiana, I only arrived last night and unfortunately will be leaving today." He watched as her happiness dwindled.

"Oh. Are you sure you have to leave so soon?"

"Yes, I am sure, but I have something for you. Your brother bade me bring you this, my lady." He smiled as her face lit up as she saw Darcy's letter.

"Richard! Quit teasing and let me have my brother's letter. Really, you get worse every time I see you and no doubt when I do not as Fitzwilliam says as much."

"Oh really. You should not listen so much to Darcy's complaints of my teasing. He can be very good at it himself when he puts his mind to it."

"Yes, and who is responsible for that, cousin dear."

"Me, naturally."

"You had better go eat before the food is cleared away or you will have to sneak into the kitchens again and I am sure you remember what happened the last time you did that."

The Colonels ears began to turn red. "How did you find out about that?"

"Aunt Fitzwilliam."

"Oh."

"I see you learned of Richard's little food escapades." The Earl had entered intending to snatch some food as well as he had missed breakfast too.

"Yes and they are quite amusing."

"Oh, goody. I can assure you it is not so funny to have accidentally tipped over the flour on myself and be chased out of the kitchen by an angry cook wielding a ladle. All I wanted to do was get a small snack and that happened when I was twelve."

"Maybe so, but it is funny to imagine you, a Colonel, covered in flour running from an older woman waving a ladle." Laughter erupted from the young girl.

"Georgiana!"

The Colonel went to find his mother after finally getting to eat, though not in peace as Georgiana had continued to giggle periodically. He could not truly complain about it as it was the first time he had seen his cousin in such high spirits since the sad events of last summer.

He found her in the one morning room that she favoured doing some needlework.

"Mama."

Lady Fitzwilliam looked up at the young man she still considered to be her son and smiled. "Richard, it is good to see you. I assume you have decided to go to them."

"Yes. It is the right thing to do and I admit that I am a little curious about them."

"Please come and sit next to me. Your father told me that you both shall be leaving this afternoon and I have much to tell you."

Richard took a seat next to her and noticed that his mother looked just a little older than she had the last time he saw her.

"Mother, are you all right?"

"Yes, I am fine. It is hard to accept this new situation."

"Mama, I am certain Papa has told you that I will not simply cut off ties with you. You raised me when you thought I was your son, and now I may have responsibilities elsewhere, but you will always be Mama."

Elizabeth Fitzwilliam's eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around her son. "Oh, my son. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

They spent the rest of the morning talking and reminiscing until it was time for him to leave.

Chapter 4

Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006

Tick! Tick! Tick! Mr. Bennet sat at his desk watching the pocket watch he held in his hand. Every tick of the clock was another moment closer to meeting his son. The passage of time felt remarkably similar to when Richard was born, only this time he waited for a young man instead of a baby. Ever since he received that enlightening express two days prior, questions circulated through his mind. What is Richard like? Does he truly want to get to know his real family? Would he want to stay with us?

Clearing his thoughts with a shake of his head, Mr. Bennet pulled a handkerchief out and wiped his forehead and hands which felt suddenly damp. He knew that Lord Fitzwilliam and Colonel, Fitzwilliam, as his son was currently known as, would arrive any minute. If only 'any minute' did not feel like an eternity.

He smiled as he remembered the odd looks Fanny had given him over the passed two days. She knew something had happened, but for once had remained quiet about it. Normally, she would have demanded what had happened or asked if it declared that Jane and Bingley were engaged after all, but she had remained silent. It was like seeing a flash of the woman I fell in love with instead of the woman she became. I only with it would last. After all she still acts silly when either Kitty or Lydia mentions officers, lace or some other like subject.

Knowing his wife and younger daughters' penchant for unbecoming behaviour, he had arranged for them to have a little extra money to go to Meryton to shop. His plans had almost unravelled as Mary seemed incline to stay home until he suggested she visit the bookshop. Mr. Bennet did not want them to create a scene the moment his son arrived. He desperately hoped to create a good impression for him at least on first meeting him.

A knock sounded disrupting his thoughts, "Enter."

Hill entered followed by two gentlemen, "Lord Fitzwilliam and Colonel Fitzwilliam to see you sir." With that she curtsied and left.

No words, nothing seemed appropriate to say, so silence filled the room as Mr. Bennet at last glimpsed the son stolen from him. It is like seeing me at that age. Blinking and taking a deep breath as he realized he had stared and said nothing. "It is a pleasure to meet you again Lord Fitzwilliam . . . Colonel . . ." He could not think of what to say to his son.

The Colonel understood Mr. Bennet's inability to speak to him as he too could not find the right words. Nothing seemed correct.

"It is a pleasure to meet you again as well though I wish it had been under different circumstances."

"Truly. Please sit down." Both gentlemen took a seat opposite Mr. Bennet's at the desk.

"Shall we start with deciding on how to reveal this new situation?" Lord Fitzwilliam felt he better introduce the subject that would be difficult for them all.

"Should we not take some time first getting to know one another?" Frowning all the while at his adoptive father for his quick push into the issue, the Colonel questioned.

"As much as I would wish for that, I must agree with your . . . errr . . . the Earl. We will have plenty of time for pleasantries later. However, as much as I want you, my son, here, I want to know what you want to do more?"

Richard realized as he looked between the man who raised him and his real father that he would have to make the decision he made back in London known. He glanced at Lord Fitzwilliam who simply continued to look down at his hands, accepting the decision he knew was coming.

He turned back to Mr. Bennet and said, "As much as I love the Fitzwilliams who have been my family for my entire life, I want to stay and get to know my real family, if you will have me." His eyes never strayed from looking his father in the eye.

Mr. Bennet smiled and blinked back tears as relief flooded through him. "You do not know how happy I am to hear that."

"I might be able to guess, Mr. . . Ah . . . Father." The Colonel faltered as he adjusted his address. He was pleased to note the bright smile that covered Mr. Bennet's face.

"It will take time to adjust for everyone I am sure. If you feel more comfortable calling me Mr. Bennet, I will not be upset."

"Thank you. It will take some time to adjust." Colonel Fitzwilliam sighed in relief.

"You mentioned in your express that you intended on waiting before informing the rest of your family. When do you wish to tell them." Lord Fitzwilliam enquired.

Both of the other gentlemen comprehended how difficult this line of discussion made the Earl and decided to move through it as quickly as possible.

"Hmmm . . . I would like to introduce my wife to you in private. I am unsure how she will react to this. Years ago, she would have been ecstatic and rightfully angry at the midwife. Now though . . ."

"How might she react? Have things changed so much?" Lord Fitzwilliam asked worried at just how much damage this event had wrought.

"Yes indeed, things have changed. With every progressive daughter and as the likelihood of having an heir decreased, Fanny has become a bit silly. She is so desperate to see our daughters well settled due to the entailment, she has . . . become obsessed with everything that could be of use in reaching her goal unfortunately. And I cannot say that I helped ease her mind either." The last sounded so softly that the Earl and Colonel barely caught it. They glanced at each other wishing they knew what to say to ease Mr. Bennet's worries.

The Earl decided to try the direct approach. "Oh. You think she may be a little over enthusiastic over regaining a son?"

"Most probably."

"Maybe she might simply be happy about it without any extra enthusiasm?" Richard offered this as he hoped for it because he felt that losing him had set his mother's path for her.

"Perhaps, though I do not think it likely, but you may think that way if you like."

"What about your daughters? How would you like to inform them?" Seeing the melancholy starting to set in, Edmund attempted to change the focus a little and it worked, somewhat.

"I would prefer to wait until my eldest two have returned home. Jane has been staying in London with her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. Elizabeth is visiting her friend, Mrs. Collins, in Kent. They can help keep the younger girls in order."

"I, actually, have met Miss . . . errr . . . Elizabeth while I was visiting Aunt . . . Lady Catherine with my cous . . . Mr. Darcy. Arghhh! It is so hard keeping straight who is family and who is not now. Anyway, she did manage to keep Darcy on his toes with her quick wit." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Mr. Bennet's eyes shown with amusement at his son's description of the interaction between his favourite daughter and Mr. Darcy, "I can believe that. She has not liked Mr. Darcy ever since they met at an Assembly. Though her dislike has grown with Mr. Wickham's tales . . ."

"Wickham?! He is here in Meryton?" The Colonel's smile disappeared and he immediately straightened in his seat. His jaw hardened and his whole manner shouted disgust.

Neither Mr. Bennet nor the Earl missed the Colonel's change in expression and they immediately became wary, "Yes, he has been a great favourite in Meryton and with my daughters since he joined the Militia. He was quite attentive to Elizabeth when he first arrived."

"You should not allow your family to associate with that man. He is no gentleman, I can assure you. He leaves large debts where ever he has been and I know he is trouble where ladies are concerned. I can name more serious actions at Wickham's door, but they are known to me in confidence, but I can assure you that whatever Wickham has said has some truth, but it has been grossly misrepresented."

Both gentlemen shared a look as they apprehended that there was more to this than the Colonel was letting on.

"I will be certain to keep the girls away from him. Unfortunately, he is well liked here in Hertfordshire. Is there anything we could say to inform our acquaintances of the man's character that would not violate any confidences you have?"

"You said he was in the militia. If you could tell me his commanding officer's name, I could inform him."

"It is a Colonel Forster. The innkeeper at the Lion's Heart could direct you more easily."

"Good. I will talk to him today, if possible. If not, I will first thing tomorrow morning. That should hamper Wickham quite a lot hopefully."

"Indeed. Thank you for telling me. I do not think I need you to worry about my eldest three daughters, but the younger two would have been at risk. They are absolutely silly about officers, I am sorry to say. You had best not wear your uniform or mention your rank around them until they are informed of the situation or it might result in quite a bit of embarrassment."

"I will make sure I say nothing and my uniform remains safely packed away."

"I only have one question, though. Why did Mr. Darcy not inform Colonel Forster himself when the man came into Meryton? It is well known that they knew each other, but that it is not with good feelings."

The Colonel shifted uncomfortably, glancing at both men before settling his eyes on the floor, "He has his reasons."

Edmund Fitzwilliam raised an eyebrow at that. He guessed that Mr. Bennet and he were of the same mind that that is where the confidences Richard had mentioned originated. However, he trusted the two and resolved to wait until they felt they could confide whatever it was that happened with him. So, he worked on changing the flow once again, "As that is fairly well settled, how or when should the others be informed of the new circumstances?"

"Elizabeth and Jane originally planned to have returned home in a little over a week. However, I could send an express today and have them home on Saturday if that is convenient for you both."

"Yes that would be fine for me, I have an extended leave."

"I can stay as well. My wife knows I might be away for a while and Charles is away visiting his wife's family for the next two months with their children.

"Would you mind if I invited Fanny's brother and his wife to come as well if the business will allow them to? They are the couple Jane is staying with and they may be helpful in controlling the younger girls as well. I trust them completely."

"Certainly," the Colonel responded without the slight hesitation of the Earl.

"That would be fine. However, when are you planning to inform Mrs. Bennet? Did you want to inform her before or did you want to inform them all at once?"

"I was actually hoping I could do so today. As soon as she sees our son, she will realize something has happened. If you would like to wait, she should arrive home by tea time. I think it would be easier to explain with you here."

"We would be happy to stay. It also gives the two of you a chance to talk and get to know one another," Edmund Fitzwilliam offered.

"It is also an opportunity for both of you to catch up on the past few years you lost contact during. I am sure you have missed corresponding with each other."

"Indeed I have. I rarely find individual's that match your sharp intellect and wit, Mr. Bennet. Your letters were quite refreshing and I regret ever having lost contact."

"As have I, sir. It is stimulating to converse with another gentleman on serious matters instead of the constant prattle of lace and silks I have endured at the hands of six women."

"You two make quite the pair of gossips, do not you know?" Richard grinned at them.

"Absolutely," Mr. Bennet smiled when the Colonel's teasing fell flat at the unexpected retort.

"I think you have finally met your match in teasing, Richard. Now you will not be the one always handing it out, will you my boy?" The Earl's amusement easily reached his eyes as he struggled not to laugh out right at the stunned turned annoyed look on his one-time son's face.

The gentlemen spent a several hours enjoying thought-provoking conversation and easy banter until they heard Mrs. Bennet's loud astonishment at being told that her husband expected her to come to his library immediately upon her return. As her approaching footsteps sounded, the gentlemen stood in preparation for introductions.

The door opened to admit an exasperated Mrs. Bennet. She remained unaware of the guests as she had her head down fixing her cap.

"Really, could not the conversation wait, Richard. I arrive home to have Hill inform me that I am required to see you immediately over some matter or other. It is no doubt some trifling matter so it could have . . ." Mrs. Bennet trailed off as her eyes set upon Colonel Fitzwilliam. Her hand flew to her mouth, My goodness sakes; he looks exactly like Richard did at twenty-eight.

"My dear, would you please take a seat? There is something you should know about." Mrs. Bennet took a seat, her eyes barely leaving the Colonel who began to feel uncomfortable.

"I will keep this short, my dear, but, first, let me introduce the gentlemen. This is Lord Fitzwilliam, the Earl of Matlock who I am sure you remember meeting briefly after the birth of our first child. This gentleman is Colonel Fitzwilliam who is thought by so many to be the Earl's son."

"Thought?" Fanny Bennet jumped on the word. From the moment she had set eyes on the younger man, she had been certain of what they were going to tell her. Her intuition was practically screaming at her as it had not done in years.

"Yes, thought. It has been discovered that a switch took place. The midwife took the Fitzwilliam's stillborn . . ."

" . . . and switched him with our son." Fanny finished her husband's explanation quietly. Tears sprang to her eyes as she continued to stare at her son.

"Yes. Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam is actually our son. Colonel Richard Bennet." Mr. Bennet watched his wife as she began to try to smile and sob at the same time. One hand clutched the arm of her chair and the other again covered her mouth as deep sobs began to take over. Her husband was stunned into inactivity and Lord Fitzwilliam felt helpless.

Richard, on the other hand, approached his mother and kneeled down in front of her. He took her hands and held them, "Mother, it is alright. I am here now. You do not need to be so sad anymore." With that, Fanny reached out and held her son for the first time while crying uncontrollably. As her tears began to diminish, Richard could hear her whisper repeatedly, "My baby, my son. Finally, I have my baby back."

After some minutes passed, Mrs. Bennet regained control of herself and pulled back her hands resting on her son's shoulders while she really looked at him. Finally, she let go of him and brought out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes with it.

Looking at the Colonel, she addressed him quietly and calmly, "I am sorry. You have only just met me, even if I am your mother. You do not need me crying all over you in such a way. All I can say for myself is that I was denied the chance to hold my own son as a baby and I simply could not stop myself now. It is something that has filled my dreams since the day of your birth. I am acting rather silly I know."

"Actually, I think you acted as any mother who had found their long lost child would act. How is that silly?" The Colonel responded with a slight smile.

Mrs. Bennet returned the smile, "Thank you. You are a very understanding young man."

Turning to the Earl she said, "As for you sir, I am sorry. You must find it even more difficult having raised a son only to discover this. I can sympathize with the loss, for I grieved for the son I thought I lost as well as our other two children."

"Your sympathy and understanding mean much to my wife and I. You are gracious and kind madam."

"No, I am neither gracious nor completely kind, especially not recently."

"Do not write yourself short madam. You worry about your family and make your plans because you love your family very much."

"Yet, it does not excuse my behaviour to them or to others."

"You seem perfectly amiable and kind, what is there to worry about?"

"You have not seen me before learning of my son. I have been embarrassing my husband and my daughters for far too long. I fear I did more harm than good with my antics."

Mr. Bennet watched the transformation in his wife and was astounded at the speed at which it took place.

"Fanny . . ."

The lady turned to look at her husband, "I know, it seems sudden to change like this, but . . . it is like a heavy weight has been removed. I always . . . felt that something was wrong with that day . . . that there had to be some mistake. Now, it turns out I was right. Because of that, all these worries I have had over the girls futures are not there any more. At least not to the extent that they were as I no longer have to fear that they will be put out by our cousins as I know they would have been."

The elder Richard Bennet and his wife stared at each other sharing a look that expressed so much of their feelings over everything that had happened.

"Well, I hate to interrupt, but shall we discuss the plans to inform the others with Mrs. Bennet?" Lord Fitzwilliam asked, uncomfortable to be the one to break up this obviously wonderful moment for the couple.

"You are going to send for Lizzy and Jane, are you not Mr. Bennet?" Fanny asked as she looked to her husband.

"Yes. I will send an express and they should be here on Saturday, I think. That will give us the chance to tell them Saturday evening before dinner."

"Should we not let them rest and wait till Monday to tell them?"

"And what about Kitty and Lydia? They will suspect something, you know. Mary will not miss the fact that something has happened either. Not to mention, do you want to risk the possibility of our two youngest hearing of another officer in the neighbourhood?"

"Oh my, no! That would be more than awkward indeed. Well, I guess that means we tell them all on Saturday then. Oh, it is going to be so hard to keep Kitty and Lydia especially from prying until then. It cannot be helped though."

"Where are they anyway, I am sure they would have been interested in all the commotion?"

"They stayed to talk and have tea with Mrs. Forster. They insisted that they would walk home after since I had resolved on returning home with the packages we bought." She blushed as she realized the amount of frivolous items they had spent so much on.

"Is Mrs. Forster, Colonel Forster's wife?"

"Yes, she and Lydia have become quite close. Why, what is wrong?"

"It seems I had better handle that business sooner rather than later. I know it means taking leave so soon after meeting, but I know that one of the officers in the militia is not a man to be trusted. I have dealt with him before and trust others who have had the misfortune to come across or be acquainted with him. I need to go and speak to the Colonel of the regiment about this, and I would recommend letting the friendship between his wife and Miss Lydia cool a little so as to distance her from that officer." Richard spat the last word as if it was the last thing he wished to call the man.

"Who is it that you distrust so?"

"A Mr. Wickham. He is even more untrustworthy where ladies are concerned."

"You mean to say that Kitty or Lydia may be at risk?"

"Definitely."

"Then it is all the better for us to end the acquaintance here and now before something does happen. Thank you, Richard, for warning us and doing something about his presence in the neighbourhood even though we have to wait until Saturday to get to know you better."

"It is no difficulty to do this, though I must also wait until then to truly meet all my family."

Richard and the Earl soon took their leave in order for the Colonel to have a little chat with the regiment's Colonel Forster and for the Earl to send an express to update his wife on how everything had gone. The gentlemen would then settle in to wait the next two days for the final introduction to Colonel Fitzwilliam's new family. Richard wondered how Elizabeth would react to this.

That evening, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet sat in his library enjoying reading together as they had early in their marriage.

"My dear, I had almost expected you to invite them to dinner. Why did you not?"

"And have him meet the younger girls before learning the truth? No. As much as I want to learn more about our son, I can wait to avoid that mess, Mr. Bennet."

"Why do you insist on still being so formal, Fanny? You have not called me Richard in some time, why do you not start again?"

"Simply because we are to have two Richards in the house soon and it would become too confusing. So, I fear you must remain, Mr. Bennet," she answered in an impertinent manner that would rival her second daughter.

"Now, there is that impertinence I fell in love with so long ago. It is so good to see you come back, my love." His genuine smile made Fanny blush which in turn made him smile still more.

"I am not completely there yet, but I will continue to heal now. The biggest burden and obstacle has been removed. We have our son back."

"That we do indeed."

Restoring the Heir ~ Section II

By Lori

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Chapter 5

Posted on Monday, 20 November 2006

The next morning at Hunsford, Elizabeth walked in and sat down to breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Collins and Maria.

"How did you enjoy your walk?" Charlotte asked her friend.

"Very much. The grounds around Rosings are . . ." An urgent knock interrupted Elizabeth's reply.

Everyone looked up from their meal to see what it was. A maid answered the door and they could here her speak to whoever was there. Soon she had closed the door and entered the room with a letter in her hand.

"An express for Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth looked a little alarmed. Why should I receive an express? Was anyone ill? Was there an accident?

Taking the letter from the maid who gave a brief curtsey and left, she opened it. She noticed how Mr. Collins watched expectantly, obviously curious as to what it contained. A frown crossed her face as she read it; however, it quickly turned to relief as she finished reading.

"Well cousin, what is it?" Mr. Collins leaned forward, concern tinged with excitement in his voice.

In exasperation, Elizabeth pursed her lips, "I am summoned home immediately. My father assures me that everyone is well, but he has some news he wishes to impart to all his daughters. Thus, Jane and I are required to return now." She winced inwardly as she emphasized that it involved the Bennets only as she did not wish to hurt Charlotte, but feared that her cousin would see it as an invitation to Longbourn otherwise.

"I suppose this means that you will leave today," Mr. Collins paused as his eyes widened in sudden panic. "But, Lady Catherine! You must delay leaving long enough to take leave of her ladyship . . . "

Seeing that her husband would insist on an immediate visit to Lady Catherine and knowing his tendency to become unmovable on a subject once he settled on it, Charlotte interrupted, "My dear, Lady Catherine would surely understand the necessity of Elizabeth's returning home without taking leave under such circumstances. You do remember that she even expressed that it is more than appropriate when Colonel Fitzwilliam was forced to leave suddenly himself."

Mr. Collins sat silently for a moment contemplating his wife's comment. "Of course you are right, my dear. Lady Catherine is the most gracious and understanding patroness. Cousin we must have your things packed so that you can leave as soon as possible. I will go arrange for you to take the post to London." Placing his napkin on the table, he stood and hurried out of the room much to the combined consternation and relief of the occupants.

"Lizzy, I apologize for my husband's behaviour. I thought you would prefer to leave soon rather than suffer through the lengthy visit that your 'brief leave taking' would have turned into."

"Yes, I think we are all aware of Lady Catherine's penchant for expressing her opinions on everything."

"Now tell me, is everyone truly well?" Charlotte was well aware that her friend might not have said everything in front of Mr. Collins.

"Yes. Here, read for yourself. My father was rather vague, but he insists it is nothing to fear."

"Hmmm . . . I do not know what it could be, but it seems that you will stop in London at your Aunt and Uncles so that you and Jane may finish the trip together like originally planned. I do hope it is good news." She handed the letter back to Elizabeth.

"So do I. Charlotte, I am so sorry to leave you like this, nor did I intend to slight you or make you feel unwelcome at Longbourn . . ."

"Nonsense, Lizzy. You forget that I am well aware of my husband's faults. Right now you do not need my husband hovering around at home. I will handle him. Only promise me that you will write to me and tell me what you can for I do not know how long I can keep Mr. Collins from going to find out. If he decides, or Lady Catherine decides for him, that it is something of import to himself, he will be on his way to Longbourn very shortly."

"You can be certain that I will tell you as soon as possible. Thank you Charlotte."

"You are welcome, Lizzy. Now, let us go and see about getting your things packed. Maria, please help Lizzy, while I go see if there is something I can ready in the kitchen."

"Charlotte, that . . ."

"Do not say it. Since you are my guest and have been deprived of breakfast, I will be certain you at least have something to eat to take with you. You cannot argue with me on that as I insist upon it."

"It seems I will be perpetually thanking you today." Lizzy smiled at her friend.

"There is no need, but if you feel you must, let us leave them to do all at once before you leave. Shall we?" Without waiting for a response, Charlotte turned and left for the kitchen.

Maria had watched the entire seen in silence. In general, she had never felt comfortable speaking to others. Her shyness and fear of being labelled ridiculous kept her silent. She always admired her sister's friendship with the witty Elizabeth and wished that she could talk with her so easily. Now she had an opportunity to talk with her about something she had observed.

"I hope your news shall be good, Lizzy." Maria tentatively stated as they walked up to Elizabeth's room.

"Thank you, Maria, and thank you for helping me. I am sure you have activities you would prefer to be doing."

"Actually, I hoped I could talk to you about something, since this seems to be the last chance I will have before you leave." She bit her lip and glanced over at Elizabeth when they entered her room.

Lizzy looked up, "Go ahead."

"Is . . . is there something about Colonel Fitzwilliam you do not like? I mean, you kept frowning whenever we were in the same company." Maria looked up to see the surprised expression on her face.

"That is the second time I have been asked that this week. The last time was the Colonel himself before he left. I am not angry at him or do I find anything about him that is not amiable. I have had this nagging feeling that he reminds me of someone. My frowning is simply because I simply cannot think of whom." Elizabeth explained while taking some clothes and placing them on the bed to fold.

"Oh." Maria looked down and walked over to the other side and started folding.

Watching her reaction, Elizabeth smiled a little, "Would there be some reason you were worried about the Colonel?"

Maria blushed deeply, "No!"

"Umm . . . Hmm . . ."

"Lizzy! It . . . It is not that . . . It is just that he seemed so nice and you are so good at figuring out people that I thought you noticed something."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow at that, "Really. I admit I do enjoy trying to discover people's personalities, but I am not as good as I ought to be."

"I wish I were half as good as you. I never seem to be able to make people out. It takes me time to determine what they are like."

"That is not all bad, Maria. Caution can keep you from making a mistake that can not only embarrass you and them but prevent misunderstandings."

"Maybe so, but I wish it were easier."

"Do not worry about it so, that should help."

"Thank you, Lizzy." Pausing she looked up at Elizabeth, "Do you think we could be friends? I know that you and my sister are close and I am not trying to take anyone's place, but I would really like someone to talk to who values intelligent conversation rather than lace and sewing and such. I mean, I know I am not brilliant, but I so like to learn and discuss what I have read with someone who would appreciate it."

Elizabeth smiled knowing that Kitty and Lydia did not provide much depth of thought to share with the nearly seventeen-year-old, "Of course. I would be happy to call you my friend. We can discuss whatever you wish to. However, I think it will have to wait until you are back in Meryton as I have to finish packing and I will no doubt be busy with whatever has occurred back home."

"Oh, certainly. Thank you, Lizzy."

From that point on, they spoke little while gathering and packing for Elizabeth.

One hour after her conversation with Maria, Elizabeth was ready to leave. Standing outside the parsonage she said her goodbyes to Charlotte and Maria as Mr. Collins had already left to inform Lady Catherine of her departure.

"Charlotte, thank you so much for helping me now. I can see you are pleased with your situation."

"Indeed, Lizzy. I am more than content. Although, you could be more than pleased if you would stop being so stubborn."

"You had to bring up Mr. Darcy?"

"Of course I did. He is a good match for you and I can see clearly that he at least cares for you."

"Really, Charlotte. Mr. Darcy does not care for me in the slightest or have you forgotten that I am only tolerable. He may find something that amuses him on occasion, but that is all.

"You should not hold a grudge so, Lizzy. It is unbecoming or have you never said something you did not truly mean. It may be he regrets ever having said it."

"I have never said I was perfect, but he has expressed, when Jane and I were at Netherfield, what he considers accomplished which I do not fulfill."

"Please both of you stop arguing. Can we not say goodbye in peace?" Maria looked from one to the other, her eyes begging them to stop.

"I am sorry, Maria, you are right. Lizzy, have a safe trip home and I am sorry to anger you right before you have to leave."

"I, too, should learn to curb my tongue. I am sorry Charlotte; you are simply trying to be the best of friends. Thank you again and I will write as soon as I can." Charlotte nodded before reaching forward and embracing her friend for a moment before she left.

Elizabeth turned to Maria, "I look forward to hearing from you when you arrive back in Meryton and when we can start our discussions."

"Thank you, Lizzy. I hope you have a safe trip."

Charlotte and Maria stood and watched until Elizabeth had gone out of sight. They were about to go back in when Maria stopped. Charlotte turned to see her sister with her mouth open and an expression of realization on her face, "What is it?"

"I know who it is!"

"What do you mean? Who is who?"

"I asked Lizzy why she stared at the Colonel so much. She said he reminded her of someone, but that she did not know who. I just realized who it is!" Maria exclaimed excitedly.

"Who is it then?"

"Mr. Bennet, Lizzy's father. The Colonel looks like a younger version of Mr. Bennet. I have to go write to her and let her know what I learned."

"Can it not wait until you go back to Hertfordshire in a week? After all, Lizzy only just left herself."

"No! I do not want to forget it!" With that, Maria ran into the parsonage.

Charlotte shook her head and smiled. She was happy her friend had befriended Maria. Her sister needed a little bringing out of her shell and she was certain Elizabeth was the one to do it.

She decided to spend a little time in the garden as she had had little time to spend out of doors in recent months. Only a few minutes into her perusal of the flowers did she hear the sound of approaching hoof beats. Charlotte looked up to see Mr. Darcy coming to call.

"Mrs. Collins, I hope everything is well?" Mr. Darcy greeted her after dismounting.

"Everything is well as can be since this morning when Elizabeth was summoned home." Charlotte deliberately included the part about Lizzy in an attempt to see how the gentleman would react. She was not disappointed. Although he tried to hide his concern, it was still evident in his eyes as well as his next comment.

"I hope that she did not receive ill tidings."

"No, nothing of the sort, everyone is well and it is simply that something has come up and her father wants her home. The message was urgent enough though to have her go without taking leave."

Darcy remained silent at first. He looked distinctly disappointed at having missed her.

"Well, I have come to take my leave as well as I will be leaving early tomorrow morning. I am sorry to have missed Miss Bennet."

"I am sure."

Darcy rode back to Rosings in a state of frustration. He had been out every morning for the past few days trying to run into Miss Elizabeth on her morning walks and had not seen her. If I did not know better, I would say she was avoiding me. She probably decided to explore the other parts of Rosings before she had to return home. If only I had come here first, instead of trying to cross paths with her on her walk, I might have had the chance to see her. Now, I have missed her again because something has happened at her home. I hope that all is well there. I do not wish for her to be hurt as she surely would be if something happened to one of her family. She is too loving and protective of her family and friends. If only I could be included in that group.

He had stayed at the parsonage only long enough to take leave of Mrs. Collins and her sister, Miss Lucas as she had come out of the house just as he was about to leave. He did not care to wait to see Mr. Collins as he still disliked the man for daring to propose to his Elizabeth.

One thought continued to cross his mind for the rest of the day, How am I going to come into company with Eliz . . . Miss Bennet soon?

Jane came out to greet Elizabeth when she arrived at their Aunt and Uncle's home in Gracechurch Street.

"Oh, Lizzy. I am so glad you are here. What do you suppose could have happened to have Papa recall us so urgently?"

"I confess I cannot imagine what might have happened. I doubt that it will be bad as his tone was serious in the express I received, but it lacked any concern that would have accompanied some misfortune."

"That is what we have arrived at as well. Our Aunt and Uncle wish to speak to us both once you have settled in."

"I thought we would be heading home today."

"No. Our Aunt and Uncle are unable to leave London at the moment and the posts for this afternoon are all full. We will have to go by post tomorrow morning as that is the first one with two open seats."

Jane took Elizabeth to the room they would share so she could freshen up after her trip while her things were brought in.

When Elizabeth and Jane came down, they looked for their Aunt and Uncle and found them in the study. Their Uncle looked up and smiled.

"Ah, there you both are. I trust your trip went well, Lizzy?"

"It was quite comfortable, but my curiosity over our return home has left little rest."

"That is our Lizzy, always eager to figure out something new. Well, Lizzy, Jane, come and sit down and we will talk about it."

"Did our father tell you something more than I received?" Elizabeth inquired as she and Jane made themselves comfortable in the two chairs nearest their Uncle's desk.

"No, but he did ask that your Aunt and I come if we are able to. I think that it is safe to say that his asking us that says that some disaster has not taken place."

At this point their Aunt chose to add her sentiments on the issue to relieve the girls of the tension that had been building from their not knowing what had happened, "I am under the impression that your father is nervous about something, but he is happy about it at the same time." Both girls relaxed at hearing their Aunt's thoughts as each knew how well she could read between the lines of any letter.

"I only wish I knew what it was. It is nerve wracking to not know."

"I know, but, Lizzy, frustrating yourself by going over it so much will not help. It is better to let it go for now as you will find out tomorrow once you return home."

"Your Aunt is right, Lizzy. Your wait will not be long. I wish I could say the same for us. My business keeps me in Town and we cannot leave the children or send them all with you and your Aunt, so we must stay."

Jane turned to her Aunt Gardiner, "We understand, but I know we both wish you were coming with us."

"We wish we were too, but we cannot so there is no use worrying over it. So, Elizabeth, why do you not tell us all about your visit at Hunsford?"

The rest of the day was spent sharing the stories Elizabeth brought of her time visiting Charlotte. In return, Gardiners and Jane told Elizabeth about everything that happened in London since her departure to Kent.

First thing the following morning, Jane and Elizabeth were on their way home.

Both girls were relieved when they could finally see their home. Soon, they would learn the mystery behind the expresses.

As they exited the post, Mrs. Bennet hurried out to greet them with a brilliant smile that lit up her eyes. Her daughters noticed her light step and the glow that radiated from her.

"My darling girls, it is so good to have you both home. We have some surprising and wonderful news to share with you. Your father was sorry that he could not be here to meet you, but he had some matters to attend to in Meryton," Mrs. Bennet told them as she hugged and kissed her surprised daughters.

Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other silently asking what was going on. Elizabeth managed to find her voice first.

"Mama, are you all right?"

"Of course I am, Lizzy. I am better than I have been for years. This news has lifted a weight off of me that I had not realized had grown so heavy, but we will have plenty of time later for me to explain everything to you. Now, you must come in and refresh yourselves as your father expects everyone to come to the parlour before dinner for the announcement. I know it would be better to wait till morning so that you are rested, but tonight will have to do for I do not know how long I shall be able to keep this from your younger sisters. Moreover, I am sure you are both curious as to why your father asked for your immediate return, but it will all be explained this evening. Best have it all out tonight and satisfy everyone's curiosity. I dare say, Lizzy, you will have the greater surprise tonight. Come now girls, let us go in."

Both were stunned speechless by their mother's change in behaviour. Neither dared to question her again as they could not fathom what had caused the change and doubted they would receive any answers. Instead, they settled for discussing their thoughts over a cup of tea in Jane's room after unpacking.

"Why has Mama changed so? Not that the change is not good, but . . ."

Lizzy watched her sister pace back and forth across the room only stopping long enough to take a few sips of her tea before setting down her cup and starting again.

"Jane, I do not know. I am as stunned as you are. I do not think I can recall a time when Mama was genuinely pleased to see me as she was today." She calmly took a sip of her tea.

"I must admit she was happier than I ever recall seeing her and . . . well . . . her nerves have not bothered her once since we arrived home."

Both girls turned at the three sharp knocks only to see the door open and Kitty and Lydia enter without waiting to be asked in, although Kitty stayed by the door.

"We figured you two would be sequestered in here. Have you seen Mama, yet? She is absolutely terrible lately." Lydia complained as she walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and Jane sighed as neither agreed with their youngest sister's estimation of the change in their mother.

"Yes. She met us when we arrived. I have to say that she looked remarkably well and in high spirits so I do not know that could be terrible. How long has she been like this?"

"Naturally, that is not what I meant by terrible after all you have not been here for the past two days. Ever since we came home Thursday afternoon, she has been this way. We walk in the door and she immediately tells us we are not allowed to see the officers or have anything to do with the militia until further notice! We have not even been allowed to leave the house! I think it has something to do with the mysterious surprise we are to have tonight, though I do not know what could be so good about it if it prevents us from visiting the officers. What is worse is that Mrs. Forster sent me a note that actually agreed with Mama and Papa's edict. Fine friend she is to back out when the opposition shows up." Lydia groused while lying on her stomach examining her fingernails in the middle of the bed.

"She even threatened to take us out of society if we misbehave at all tonight! I still do not know what we did to merit that!" Kitty whined standing over by the door.

Elizabeth's eyes widened while Jane gasped. They had never heard of their mother disciplining Lydia or Kitty at all. Neither could imagine her checking their behaviour at all let alone this severely.

"See, even you agree that Mama is too harsh on us and for no reason!" Lydia sat up and crossed her arms in front of her, the very picture of indignation.

"Maybe you think it is for no reason, but everyone knows there is plenty of reason for you to be removed from society," Mary stated from the open doorway startling Kitty causing her to jump and let out a squeal.

"How can you say that? You are jealous because I have always been Mama's favourite." Lydia leaned forward on her hands glaring at her sister.

"Honestly, what does it say for yourself that Mama is now disciplining you? She obviously sees the faults that need amending. You cannot conduct yourself properly in company."

"Look who is talking. You try to show off your musical talents which are sorely lacking."

"At least I do not throw myself at officers and other gentlemen."

"Why you . . ." Lydia began to propel herself off the bed to attack her sister; however, Elizabeth prevented her from going very far by moving in front of her and taking a hold of her arms.

"Both of you stop it at once!" The room fell silent as everyone stared at Jane who looked on the verge of actually becoming angry. "We do not need to start a quarrel before this evening. Lydia, if Mama and Papa have put these restrictions on you, they must have a reason. They would only ever do something to protect and take care of you or any of us. Mary, you need not agree with our sisters' behaviour, but you could express your dislike more considerately."

Mary bowed her head in acquiescence, "I understand and I apologize for creating a scene and upsetting you, Jane. Lydia, I am sorry if I caused you pain; it was not my intention to do so."

"Well, you should be!" The youngest Bennet sniffed and looked away with her nose in the air.

"Lydia!" Jane was shocked that her youngest sister persisted in continuing such conduct.

Before Lydia could reply, a voice interrupted, "Lydia, do you want to be removed from society?" Their mother stood in the doorway behind Mary who moved out of the way when she heard her tone. Mrs. Bennet's hard gaze never deviated from the youngest girl who began to shrink back in horror at her mother's comment.

"N . . . n . . . no, no Mama." Lydia shook her head as she stuttered and looked up at her with fear.

"Then you know what you need to do as we already had this conversation, but if you need another, you may come with me now and I will refresh your memory." There was no leeway in Mrs. Bennet's voice.

Lydia shook her head vehemently. "No, Mama, I remember. I will behave. You will not have any reason to take me out of society."

"Very good. I do not want to do that to you, but the choice is completely yours." She looked around at her other daughters who all had remained silent during the exchange. "I hope the rest of you are enjoying your afternoon?" She smiled at them.

"Yes, Mama." Lizzy answered.

"Excellent. I will leave you to enjoy the rest of your afternoon." After she left, everyone looked at each other not knowing what to make of the scene they witnessed except for Lydia who worried that her mother might come back in at any moment and change her mind about allowing her to continue in society.

Kitty broke the silence, "That is what she has been like. It is so strange to see her like that."

"I still wonder what brought on this transformation," Jane replied as she and Elizabeth returned to their seats.

"Well, I guess we will find out tonight." Elizabeth stared into her cup wondering what was happening to her family.

That evening, Elizabeth followed her mother and sisters into the parlour. There she saw her father standing by the fire place watching the flames while deep in thought. Kitty and Lydia's good behaviour surprised her, but she guessed that the reminder her mother gave them about her warning worked better than anticipated.

Mr. Bennet finally turned around and surveyed the room with a serious expression. "First, let me say this. All of you will remain silent when I start explaining everything. Only once I have finished may you ask questions. Have I made myself clear?"

He nodded as he received a chorus of "Yes, Papa's".

"Good. Now, I have two gentlemen here who are apart of this situation and I expect each of you will conduct yourselves accordingly." Here he frowned at Kitty and Lydia specifically during this last directive. Both girls squirmed being so singled out, but nodded with everyone else.

"All right then." Mr. Bennet walked over to the door that connected the parlour to his library. Opening it, he asked, "Would you gentlemen please join us now?" He stepped back to allow them to enter.

The first man to enter was older, probably in his late sixties; his hair was almost completely light gray and he bore the bearing of a well-to-do gentleman.

Upon the entry of the second gentleman, Elizabeth gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "Colonel Fitzwilliam!"

"Good evening, Miss Elizabeth. It is a pleasure to meet you again. I am sure you are wondering why I am here, but rest assured ou . . . your father will explain in a moment." The Colonel smiled at her, but shifted awkwardly at his near slip.

"I look forward to it." Elizabeth, still in shock, stared at her father who looked amused at her reaction.

"Let me introduce my daughters to you gentlemen. This is Jane, Elizabeth, who one of you has already met, Mary, Kitty and Lydia and you have already met my wife, Fanny. My daughters, this is Lord Fitzwilliam, the Earl of Matlock and Colonel Fitzwilliam." Mr. Bennet gestured to each person with his hand as he introduced them.

Kitty and Lydia's eyes lit up at the mention of a military rank especially with the current shortage of red coats in their lives, but they remained silent. Their mother's threat still stood and being removed from society would limit any chances of meeting nice gentlemen let alone officers. They knew that they would never stand a chance to argue for a reprieve since their mother and father had united against them.

Mr. Bennet continued after everyone finally seated themselves and when he was sure that there was going to be no outburst. "It has come to our attention that we have been misled concerning a certain event that happened twenty-eight years ago. The midwife who was attending your mother and Lady Fitzwilliam at the same time switched the Fitzwilliams' stillborn son with your mother's and my healthy son deliberately."

Everyone remained speechless. Elizabeth's head swung back from her father to the Colonel and her mouth fell open in shock. He met her eyes. She realized that this was why he received that express that day. The more Elizabeth stared at him, the more she recognized the resemblance between him and their father as she now had an opportunity to observe them side by side.

Jane's hand had flown to her mouth as she gasped and her eyes filled with tears. Her eyes travelled to the Earl who she knew, along with his wife, must be deeply hurt by this revelation.

Lydia simply looked put out that the latest officer and the first to be seen in two days was her brother. She immediately lost interest and began inspecting her nails again until her mother cleared her throat and she put her hands back in her lap and stared at the floor.

Mary simply sighed, Another officer. Now we have one in the family. Wonderful. If he is anything like the ones Kitty and Lydia chase after, he is not worth the time to talk to. There will not be much point to spending time with him as there is not with my younger sisters.

Kitty surprised them all with her wide smile, "Welcome to the family! I for one am glad to have a brother."

"Thank you."

"A brother in uniform to rescue us from cousin Collins inheriting Longbourn. It is the next best thing to having a knight in shining armour rescue us. Granted the situation is a little different."

The Colonel looked a little embarrassed even as he smiled. The Earl, however, was struggling to stifle a chuckle that Kitty's unaffected and straightforward honesty had brought out. His twitching lips gave away his amusement.

"Kitty!" Mrs. Bennet who had seated herself quite near her youngest two daughters tried to scold her daughter, but could not as Catherine's comment had broken the tension that had filled the room earlier.

"Mama, I am not misbehaving. I think it is great we have a brother."

"I, for one, find your comment more than entertaining. If you take my advice, young lady, you will keep up speaking your mind to this brother of yours. He is a terrible tease and it will serve him right to have a group of sisters to tease him right back." The Earl's eyes sparkled.

Kitty was stunned to be addressed by the Earl as her other sisters usually caught visitors' attentions, but she recovered quickly and smiled brightly, "I will keep that in mind, sir."

"Oh, no. Now, look what you have done giving them explicit approval to tease me." The Colonel said as he covered his face with his hand.

"Really, Colonel, are you only upset because you are embarrassed or because you can no longer shock anyone by running through the house covered with mud any more."

"I should never have told you about that."

"How did you know about that, Miss Elizabeth?" The Earl asked curious as to how she knew about Richard's childhood escapades.

"His last day at Rosings, we met while walking. He decided to give me the special tour of the grounds by regaling me with the tales associated with each spot he pointed out."

"Ah, then you should have him tell you about his food adventures."

"Food adventures?"

"No, they are not food adventures, merely mishaps in the search for food." The Colonel interjected.

"Either way they sound interesting, I would love to hear your stories of our brother's childhood, sir."

"And I will be glad to impart them to you." Lord Fitzwilliam smiled.

"I knew it was a mistake to let you two meet. Miss Elizabeth is going to gain far too much ammunition for her impertinent sense of humour."

Meanwhile, Mr. Bennet had crossed the room and stood next to his wife. Watching the banter continue, he leaned down and whispered, "I hope you did not seat Elizabeth next to the Earl. It would not do to have our son deal with Lizzy at full force with such an advantage."

Mrs. Bennet leaned closer and replied, "No. I placed her next to Richard who is next to me. I thought he could use a friendly face as a dinner partner. Now, I am not so sure that was wise. The Earl is next to you and across from Jane. It also puts him next to Kitty, which I had originally worried about, but now I think they will get along fine. Though, I am concerned that she will be encouraged to tease her new brother."

"That may not be all bad either."

Observing that the friendly teasing looked to continue indefinitely, Mr. Bennet realized he must redirect the conversation back to finish with the last important announcement for the evening.

"Ahem. I wish I did not have to disrupt this pleasant banter, but we do have a few other issues to discuss. Perhaps we can continue these conversations over dinner."

"I apologize, Mr. Bennet. It is my fault for the detour as I enjoy the fact that Richard will have some sisters with the nerve to tease him back. We do indeed have more to disclose."

"Now, you should be aware that the Colonel and Lord Fitzwilliam will be coming to stay here as of Monday morning for about a week before returning to London to inform the rest of the Fitzwilliam family. I recommend we all spend this time well in getting to know them." Mr. Bennet addressed the room.

Kitty grinned, obviously happy to have the chance to get to know her new brother. Jane, Elizabeth and Mary simply nodded. Lydia continued to stare at the floor earning a glare from her mother.

"Papa, may we ask questions now?" Mary enquired.

"Yes, what is your question?"

"What proof do we have that the switch actually took place?"

The Earl answered first, "I was contacted by the former midwife not long ago. She admitted to the switch and gave me many reasons and expressed her regrets over the action. Combined with the fact that your brother and father resemble each other so greatly, it left little doubt as to the truth of the matter. Other reasons exist to believe this, but I would rather not discuss them."

"I am also aware of these other reasons and can assure you as to their validity. Now, are there any other questions?"

After a few moments silence, Elizabeth answered, "I think we are all still adjusting to this new situation, so it may be a little while before we can form our questions and thoughts on it."

Jane nodded in agreement with her sister's assessment of the situation.

"Then, my dear, will you see if dinner is ready and we can continue our earlier banter at the dinner table."

Almost everyone thought dinner that night was an undeniable success. Edmund Fitzwilliam enjoyed entertaining his dinner partners with tales of Richard's childhood and youth. He appreciated Miss Bennet's genuine expression of compassion for his and his wife's current circumstances.

Jane enjoyed conversing with the Earl and hearing about her brother.

Kitty was enthralled listening to the stories the Earl told of her brother's escapades. She even managed to ask a few questions.

The poor Colonel had to endure Elizabeth's teasing and continual prodding about the 'food adventures.' However, he did manage to escape after awhile be striking up a conversation with Mary across from him. She found that she enjoyed her brother's conversation and discovered that he was an excellent debating partner when she brought up some serious issues.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet contributed here and there, but preferred to enjoy the fact that their family had accepted the situation so well.

The only one who did not find pleasure that evening was Lydia who had been trapped between Mary and Kitty. With Mary and Elizabeth engrossed in conversation on some tiresome subject with the Colonel, she could not join them. Normally, she would have been satisfied to talk with Kitty, but she had ignored her, instead wanting to listen to the Earl's stories. So, she sat there picking at her food wishing for the night to end.

As the evening came to a close, everyone, except for Lydia, was pleased that the Earl and their brother would come to Longbourn after Church the next day and would move in on Monday.

Chapter 6

Sunday almost passed by without incident. For the most part, the Bennets, including the Colonel and the Earl of Matlock, enjoyed the clear skies, bright sunshine and fresh air. However Catherine alerted everyone to one concern when she started describing the possible reactions of their neighbors to the news of the `new Bennet.' Mary's response only amplified the issue. Each realized they had to avoid any introductions especially to the Lucases as they were sure to write Mr. Collins who would then inform Lady Catherine. As the Fitzwilliams had yet to inform their family, this situation needed to be avoided. No one wanted an irate Lady Catherine showing up on the doorstep of Longbourn 1 . Everyone, except Lydia, immediately agreed to a quick exit from the Church Service in order to avoid the introductions. Both Mr. and Mrs. Bennet tired quickly of her petulant and childish behavior resulting in the threat of removal from society and being sent away to either Mr. Bennet's widowed elder sister and her two daughters or to school.

Concern over Lydia's ability to keep her word caused everyone to remain anxious throughout the entire Church Service. As soon as the Service ended, Colonel Fitzwilliam and the Earl slipped out. The Bennets all bustled out leaving Sir William and Lady Lucas looking taken aback at their hurried behavior.

Mrs. Philips frowned at their actions and would have approached them if her husband had not demanded her attention. Most of the Bennets were thankful that everyone else was occupied with various conversations.

Almost as soon as they had entered the house, the Bennets released a collective sigh. The anxiety of the morning diminished as they all settled down in the parlor. Various topics of conversation were interspersed with music played by both Mary and Elizabeth. At one point, the Earl suggested that Richard should demonstrate his skill at the piano forte for his family on some occasion. Richard simply groaned and covered his face knowing now he could not get out of a performance for Kitty and Mary were smiling and expressing their delight at such an event. When Elizabeth started to tease him a little, he begged for an excuse to go to the library, much to the amusement of the other two gentlemen.

The gentleman did not remain apart for more than half an hour. It was not long after rejoining the ladies that dinner was served. Each enjoyed the conversation and the Colonel endured his younger sisters' enthusiasm and Elizabeth's teasing. As they intended to move to Longbourn the next morning, the Colonel and the Earl left only half an hour after dinner.

Monday, unfortunately, started off with distant thunder and a decided drizzle. Arriving at Longbourn before breakfast, the Earl and Colonel Fitzwilliam joined the family for breakfast while their trunks were brought in.

The meal passed rather unremarkably as most of those at the table were still sleepy eyed from arising earlier than usual. Only Elizabeth, Mr. Bennet, Richard and the Earl were awake enough to hold a decent conversation. Half way through the meal, Kitty blinked and looked around and frowned, “Where is Lydia?”

“She refused to come down earlier, so I let her remain in bed and ordered a tray to be brought up to her when she awoke. She will have to adjust to an earlier meal time with the rest of us.” Mrs. Bennet simply shook her head and returned her attention to picking at her food which had cooled on the plate. She did not know what she could do to help her youngest child, the one she had spoiled so much.

Just as everyone entered the parlor after breakfast, the room darkened as the storm that had only threatened earlier came on full force. The thunder boomed and rolled while a flash of lightning briefly lit the room and the rain pounded against the roof and windows. Kitty jumped and grabbed Elizabeth's arm as she gasped in fright. Richard noticed his little sister's sudden pallor and shaking and frowned in concern.

Hill entered with a candle and another servant came over to start the fire.

“I'm sorry ma'am. It was not so dark a few moments ago.” Hill apologized as she moved to light all the lamps in the room. Quickly the room became a little more cheerful as the room brightened.

“That's alright, Hill. Thank you, we did not realize how dark it was going to be either.” Mrs. Bennet smiled at the housekeeper who still found it difficult to react to this new Mrs. Bennet.

“Thank you, ma'am.”

As soon as Hill and the other servant left, Mr. Bennet turned to the Earl, “It seems you made it here just in time. This looks to be a bad storm.”

“Indeed. I do not think I have seen one this bad in quite a while.” Both gentlemen shared a look obviously recalling the night Richard had been born though many storms of equal caliber had occurred in the intervening years.

Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam chose to remain in the parlor rather than retreat to the Library as neither wished to completely abandon Richard to the ladies. Each took a seat near the one window only to be joined by Elizabeth, Kitty and the Colonel. Mary picked up a book and seated herself near a light while Jane and Mrs. Bennet picked up some embroidery. Everyone, though, remained seated closely together in the one corner of the room.

Seeing that Kitty remained frightened , Elizabeth addressed the Earl, “Would you be willing to share any more about those food adventures you mentioned earlier? I am sure we would all like to hear them. Kitty specifically mentioned them to me last night.”

Kitty perked up a little at hearing of the topic and the Earl smiled and agreed. He recognized that the girl needed a distraction from the storm. Watching his sister react, Richard was too concerned over seeing Kitty 's continued shaking to be annoyed at the renewed topic.

“Of course. I would be glad to share them with you. Well, when Richard was about five years old, we realized that he just might eat us out of house and home. He ate so much, we feared he would get sick. However, he never did. It was a couple of years later - at least I think so - and he was seven years old when he had his first adventure. In the middle of the night, he decided he needed an extra snack. At that time he had a bit of a sweet tooth and went right for the cookie jar which was left on the one counter. Well, being a bit short, he tried to reach for it, but . . .” The Earl trailed off as Kitty jumped and buried her head in Elizabeth's shoulder as another crack of thunder rolled overhead. Elizabeth held her close and started whispering calming words to her little sister who continued to whimper and cry. She glanced up to see the concern etched into her brother's face.

Richard looked at his sister wishing there was something he could do to alleviate her fear. Shaking his head, he tried to think of anything to help her especially something she could participate in.

Everyone's face expressed concern for Kitty's distress. Just as the Earl was about to ask what was wrong, Mrs. Bennet spoke up.

“Kitty has always feared thunderstorms especially ones like these. I only wish I knew how to comfort her during these.” Even more quietly, almost to the point of not being heard, she added, “And I wish I had tried harder to allay her fears.” Tears filled her eyes as the helplessness she felt toward helping her daughter overwhelmed her.

Richard looked from his mother to his sister and closed his eyes for a moment before turning to Kitty with a small smile. “Well, I guess now would be an opportune time for me to demonstrate my skills at the piano. Kitty, would you help turn the pages so that I can see if I can compete with this storm for attention?”

Looking up from her sister's shoulder, she began to shake her head before she noticed the pout-begging expression on her brother's face and she let out a snort as she tried to contain her laugh.

Sitting back with a rather indignant look, Richard looked at her as a small smile tugged at his mouth, “What is there to laugh at? I did not realize the suggestion of my playing was laughable.”

Kitty shook her head vigorously, “Oh, no . . . it is not that . . . it is just that you looked so . . . so . . . ridiculous just then.”

“Now, what was there to look ridiculous about?”

“Well, the expression . . . it reminded me of . . . of Mariah Lucas' puppy. It looks the same way when it wants something, but I have to say the look fits the puppy better than you.”

“What?!” The Colonel responded in a still indignant tone, although his mirth shone in his eyes.

“I am sorry, but you just look so funny scrunching up your face like that. I almost expected you to start whining like Mariah's puppy.”

By this time everyone was shaking with laughter picturing the Colonel doing just that.
“Alright then, I leave it to the puppy, but will you please help turn the pages so I do not have to repeat it again? Please?”

“Alright.” Kitty nodded her head and pulled away from Lizzy and both walked over to the piano where he asked her which piece of music to play and after she had chosen he played while she turned the pages.

Everyone was delighted with the performance even when the thunder drowned out the music. So focused was she on her brother's performance and turning the pages, that Kitty quite forgot her fear, though she did jump from time to time when the thunder boomed.

“Oh, I wish I could play like that. I wish I had tried to learn when Papa hired a music teacher when I was little.” Kitty's shoulders drooped at thinking about how many opportunities she lost in following Lydia around so often. The Colonel saw this and not wanting his little sister to feel so dejected made a decision.

“How would you like to start learning now? I'll teach you.”

Kitty's eye's lit up, and a small smile appeared, “Really?” When her brother nodded she flung her arms around him much to his surprise. “Oh, thank you, brother. Thank you.”

Mary rolled her eyes and muttered, “How like Kitty to become interested in music because of a red coat even if he is our brother.” Mr. Bennet shot Lizzy an amused look as they both were seated close enough to overhear the comment. She simply shook her head and smiled slightly.

For the rest of the morning, Colonel Fitzwilliam found himself instructing Kitty on the piano. Eventually, Mary joined them and asked for some instruction too as she knew her own playing was lacking. Realizing too late that he had opened a fine kettle of fish, he consented. It was not that he did not want to teach Mary too, but that he knew he would find himself at the piano for most of the next few days and no doubt often after his return. Finally, he asked Elizabeth to help him as he knew she played better than she would admit. Elizabeth took pity on her new brother and joined them even though she enjoyed watching the situation.

Shortly before lunch, Lydia came down and stood stock still in the doorway to the parlor. She was stunned seeing Kitty laughing during the storm where she had always been frightened before. When she saw their brother there, she frowned and then lifted her head and flounced over to the piano. “Well, it seems you are all enjoying yourselves even with this storm. Really Kitty, give up on this instrument and play cards with me.” Lydia took hold of Kitty's arm and started to pull her away. However, Kitty remained firm in her position and refused to budge.

“No. I do not want to play cards. I prefer to learn to play the piano. My brother has offered to teach me and I will not give up the opportunity as I did before. Ask someone else to play cards or finish trimming that bonnet you haven't finished.”

Before she could recover from her sister's outright refusal to do as she wanted, Lydia heard hear mother speak.

“She's right Lydia. You may ask anyone else to play with you or you can find some other activity to occupy you, but you do not drag a sister away from something they are working on.” Mrs. Bennet looked her youngest right in the eye knowing she might hurt her daughter, but also knowing that she needed a little disciplining sooner rather than later.

Lydia's jaw dropped. Never had she been so adamantly refused by Kitty and then told no by Mama before. She looked first from Kitty to Mama and back again. Recovering from her shock, she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. “Well, it seems I have been replaced. I will go finish that novel in my room so I do not have to hear any ill played notes to distract me.” With that, she flounced back out of the room.

The Colonel noticed the tears well up in Kitty's eyes. “Do not mind her. You should have heard me when I first learned to play. I was dreadful. Just ask my brother. Charles always complained about how terrible I sounded.” Shaking his head, he then raised his hand by his mouth, leaned in and stage-whispered, “And then Mama and Papa would remind him about how horrible he had been when he had begun learning.”

Kitty laughed and wiped the tears away. “Thank you.”

After breaking for lunch, they returned to the parlor as the rain had not eased. Edmund Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bennet retreated to the study for a quiet game of chess. Much to their amusement, Richard joined them shortly after.

“So you could not stand to be alone with five women for long could you?” Mr. Bennet's eyes twinkled.

“Actually, no, but I can understand the appeal for the library at times. What I really wanted to ask was about informing the family about Wickham. I would rather not disrupt the pleasant atmosphere we have, but I would rather get this over with sooner rather than later.”

Mr. Bennet looked down contemplating the situation. “They should be told soon, however, you might want to inform Lizzy first. Wickham approached her first and divulged his version of events with Mr. Darcy to her 2. I think it would be best to talk to her now, then you can deal with any questions she might have.”

“I know now is a perfect opportunity, but I do not know where I could speak to her privately.”

Frowning, Mr. Bennet sighed, “Well, I guess we will have to forego the `quiet' game of chess then. We will continue our game in the parlor and send Elizabeth in here to you. Let us know when you are ready to inform the rest of the family.”

“Thank you. I will. It will be a relief to get this over with.”

“Alright, wait here and she will be right in.”

The Earl and Mr. Bennet left and a few minutes later, Elizabeth walked in.

“Papa said you needed to speak with me. What is it?”

Richard shifted uncomfortably, “Elizabeth, come and sit down. I have some unpleasant news to impart to you.”

Elizabeth sat down facing her brother and waited for him to continue. What could be bothering you brother? You will not meet my eyes and keeping shifting uncomfortably. Whatever it is, it must be serious.

Looking his sister in the eye, he spoke. “I must ask you to let me finish what I have to say. There is much to be said and I wish to be done with this.”

“Alright.”

“Good. I know you have recently been acquainted with George Wickham.” He paused as he saw his sister purse her lips and sit back obviously ready to be difficult. Richard sighed. He only hoped he could convince her and the only way he could do that by laying all the truth out before her. So, he told her everything involving Wickham and his cousins 3 . Richard watched as his sister grew less and less obstinate. He had seen her become doubtful when she heard of Darcy's connection to the situations and obviously thought that he had simply defended his former cousin. However, when she heard about Georgiana, she closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Richard, I am so sorry. He was so believable.”

Reaching over and taking her hand, Richard interrupted, “Wickham has always been so. Many people have been taken in by Wickham. You are not alone, but you have been affected less than most others, thankfully. I made sure to inform Colonel Forster about him and he promised that Wickham will be kept busy until his transfer goes through. I did not want Wickham to get wind of my real family and target you all. While I do not think he could have convinced you, he might have one of our younger sisters especially Lydia. It would be just like him to try and hurt Darcy or me that way.”

“And Lydia always likes a Red coat. I still feel awful about how I acted and how I treated Mr. Darcy. He must truly hate me then.”

Richard raised an eyebrow, Now why are you so concerned about Darcy's feelings toward you instead of focusing on Wickham's deceit?, “I wouldn't say hate. Definitely not.” He watched as his sister frowned.

“Well dislike then. He made that clear from our first meeting. 4”

Turning his head for a moment before returning to stare at his sister, Richard frowned. Oh, oh. Maybe this might tell me why she truly dislikes Darcy. Oh, Cousin, what did you do now? “What do you mean?”

“Among other things, he called me `tolerable' at the Meryton Assembly. 4”

Richard groaned, Darcy did you have to insult my sister? Cousin, you will apologize the next time you see Lizzy. “He should not have done that. I'm guessing he was in a foul mood for having left Georgiana for the first time since the Incident. Add that in with being constantly in the company of Miss `I-will-be-mistress-of-Pemberley' Bingley and it is no wonder he was in a bad mood. I am sorry, Elizabeth and I can assure you that Darcy regrets it. He did not say so, but I know him well enough to know that he probably regretted it the moment it left his mouth.” Pausing he looked at his sister considering before continuing, “Actually, I know that Darcy thinks very highly of you.”

Elizabeth could not keep the smile from threatening to appear on her face, Oh I can well believe that Caroline wants to marry Mr. Darcy. However, I must sincerely disagree about your assessment of your cousin's feelings.

“Hardly, we have not gotten along at all. All we did the entire time of our acquaintance is argue.”

“That is probably one of the reasons Darcy likes you. You never tried to garner his attention or chase after his money. Trust me, Darcy has an excellent opinion of you.” Richard smiled inwardly as he noticed the blush start to rise in his sister's cheeks.

“Well, that may be, but it does not matter. Thank you for warning me about Wickham. Are you intending on informing the rest of our sisters?” Desperately not wanting to discuss Mr. Darcy anymore, Elizabeth changed the subject.

“Yes. In fact I would like to inform them now. I only wanted to speak to you first, since you are the one Wickham chose to go after 2.”

“Thank you, again, shall we?”

They returned to the parlor where everyone's attention was asked for and Lydia summoned.

After hearing an edited version of the story Elizabeth just heard, each were shocked. Jane covered her mouth, hardly able to believe someone could be so terrible. Kitty and Mary looked relieved that she now knew about it and that Wickham would no longer be in the area soon. Lydia was outraged. So that is why I had to remain home and not meet with the officers. Because of that man! Well, I am glad he is going away soon. I never want to see that man again, he should not be an officer.

Things became a slightly less strained as Lydia directed her rebellion and anger at Wickham instead of at her brother and family for her restrictions. She stayed in the parlor, taking up different activities, though she could be heard mumbling about how Wickham was to blame for her not seeing the officers.

The rest of the day passed relatively peacefully.

Chapter 7

Tuesday remained as stormy as the day before. The wind howled; the thunder crashed and rolled; the lightning flashed and the rain poured. Looking out the windows in the parlor, Elizabeth wished she could take one of her long walks especially after the long night she had had. After everyone had retired for the evening, Kitty came into her room clearly upset by the storm and asked if she could stay with Lizzy. So they stayed up talking until they finally fell asleep.

“Wishing you could be outside?”

Elizabeth turned to see her brother come up beside her and look out.

“Yes. It is days like this where I cannot get out that are so frustrating.”

“Especially when you have thoughts you want to mull over, Hmmm?”

“Indeed. . .” Before she could finish, Kitty, who seemed less afraid of the storm than usual, came bursting in.

“Come on, breakfast is waiting for the two of you.”

“We are coming.” Elizabeth looked at her brother before following their sister out.

At breakfast, conversation was again slow to start. The smell of eggs and sweet rolls distracted everyone by reminding them of their hunger. Lydia did not attend again.

Eventually, various conversations started. Lord Matlock and Mary discussed some particular issue. Kitty and Mr. Bennet talked of more formal music lessons for her as both realized that Richard would have other responsibilities that would detract from her lessons. Mrs. Bennet and Jane quietly discussed how she felt about Mr. Bingley. This left Elizabeth and Richard to talk which was what he had hoped for.

“Elizabeth, is something wrong? I have noticed Jane always appears a little sad. I mean that I have noticed she is a little slower to laugh among other things. What causes her so much sadness?”

Glancing at her sister, Elizabeth bit her lip. What do I tell him? I know he is our brother, but would Jane appreciate me telling him?

“Jane is in love with a gentleman who visited last fall. He left suddenly and she has been given reason to believe he may have an attachment elsewhere.5 & 10”

Richard's eyebrows reached for his hairline as he leaned back in his seat, Darcy, if Elizabeth confirms that the gentleman is Mr. Bingley, you and I are going to have a serious conversation. There is absolutely nothing `objectionable'6 to Jane.

“Would this gentleman . . . would he happen to be Mr. Bingley?”

Blinking Elizabeth looked up, “Why yes, how did you know?” Shaking her head and her hand, she continued before he could answer, “Oh, yes, I forgot, Mr. Darcy must have told you being cousins.”

Clenching his jaw, Richard pursed his lips before taking a deep breath to calm himself. Darcy, it seems we are going to have to have that little talk after all, are we not?

“Indeed. Darcy did tell me though one thing is not quite clear. Who would tell our sister, or at least imply, that Bingley is attached to another lady? From what I heard he has hardly attended any events except those with close friends and has been quite depressed.”

“Caroline mentioned her hope to soon call Miss Darcy her sister after being in company with them 5.”

Frowning as he tried to make the connection, Richard rolled his eyes and pursed his lips as he finally figured it out. “Typical. Miss Bingley is so desirous to become the Mistress of Pemberley that she no doubt wishes for a match between her brother and Georgiana 5. Little does she know that would never happen. I may not know Mr. Bingley as well as my cousin, but I recall overhearing Mr. Bingley mention how he wished his sisters were more like Georgiana. I know it might be hard to believe that Mr. Bingley could ever speak that way about anyone, but even he recognizes his sisters' faults even if he hardly ever addresses them.”

Feeling slightly relieved about Mr. Bingley's feelings and her brother's similarity in thought on the subject as herself 5, Elizabeth still frowned in concern, “But what of Miss Darcy? How does she feel?”

Her brother nodded in understanding, “She told me she considers Mr. Bingley to be another older brother. I doubt she will attach herself to Bingley because she does not wish to be connected to Caroline Bingley. Poor Georgiana has had to endure the woman's feigned friendship with her just so that Miss Bingley can curry favor with Darcy. Georgiana even confessed to me, as her cousin and guardian 3 & 6, her fear of Darcy marrying Miss Bingley because she could tell Miss Bingley did not really care for her or her brother. Georgiana is positively terrified over it. If only Miss Bingley knew that she was the detriment to her own plans. Darcy does not like anyone who trifles with his sister's feelings and uses her to get to him.”

“Why has not Mr. Darcy discouraged her more thoroughly?”

“Well, he has tried to be gentle about it by showing her no undue attention. He does not want to hurt Bingley through his sister, so he tries to be nice about it. However, I think the only way the woman will let go of her dream will be the day, Darcy marries another. I almost told him to go ahead and agree to Lady Catherine's plan and marry cousin Anne 1, 2 & 7 just to get rid of Miss Bingley, however, I thought of the repercussions of Lady Catherine getting into Pemberley and shuddered. I also held my tongue when I learned that Darcy's affections lie elsewhere.”

He added the last as he glanced at his sister and saw no reaction or curiosity.

“I had heard about the arranged engagement between Miss de Bourgh and Mr. Darcy 1, 2 & 7 . Is it not a settled issue?”

“No. It never was as no formal written agreement was ever written. Besides neither wish to marry each other at all. On the other hand, my Aunt,” Richard stopped for a moment before letting out a relieved chuckle, “or I should say my former Aunt, thankfully, enjoys being in control. She dreams of installing her daughter at Pemberley so that she can take over running it her way. She has wanted to do that since George and Anne Darcy told her in no uncertain terms that they managed Pemberley and if she felt the need to be in charge of something again she could end her visit and return to Rosings. I guess you might say Lady Catherine did not take that very well. Thus, ever since, she has pushed for an alliance between Rosings and Pemberley.”

“Oh.”

“It is rather frustrating to Darcy. He tried to tell his Aunt that he would never marry Anne, however, Lady Catherine became incensed and although Darcy never backed away from his point she eventually fell back into her plans of the match. So, Darcy ignores her and lets her think and dream knowing that she is going to get an awful shock when reality sets in.”

“What about Miss de Bourgh?”

“She only wishes that Darcy will find a nice young woman and settle down so that her mother will stop pestering her about it. Anne has no desire to marry for the sake of getting married or increasing one's wealth. She has been ill all her life and would rather not marry unless it is for love or at the very least a deep affection. She and I agree that she deserves some happiness in her life.”

“I cannot say I disagree.”

Raising an eyebrow at his sister's statement, Richard became curious. “Really?”

“Really.”

“So if you had a choice between a comfortable match and a gentleman who truly liked you, how would you feel?”

“It is not quite so simple to answer as it would depend upon the second gentleman's behavior and attitude.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the gentleman would have to be honorable first and foremost. After that he would have to at least tolerate my family. I know Mama has changed, however Lydia still has not. If he is too easily offended 8 to stay around me because of my sister, then I have no use for him. After all, he would not be courting my sister and would not be in her presence at all times. Not to mention that she is my sister and I am of the opinion that every family has a member they would much rather not mention or visit.”

Richard laughed openly, “I agree with that, though I, in some ways, prefer Lydia's attitude to Lady Catherine's. Lydia is just boisterous, currently jealous and these could be changed with a little work as she is still young. Lady Catherine on the other hand is plain overbearing and stubborn. Not a good combination.”

“Oh, I agree.” Elizabeth's mirth faded as she paused, “Richard, could you tell Jane what you just told me about Mr. Bingley. It would also put her mind at ease.”

“Of course, as soon as the opportunity presents itself. In fact, when I go to London, I will try to let Bingley know. I am sure I will be able to inform him and naturally as he is acquainted with my sisters, I think I have the right to check on any potential suitors for my sisters.”

Both shared a look of amusement, although Elizabeth's bore an air of exasperation at her now overprotective brother.

“I know it will please Jane. I think after breakfast would be best to let her know if you can get her away from everyone else.”

“I will see what I can do. Though somehow I doubt that . . . ah . . . the study will be available to me. I do not think they cared for playing chess in the parlor especially when Kitty and Mary started asking if they could learn.”

Elizabeth smiled and laughed slightly, “No, I do not think so. I saw Papa sigh and the Earl shake his head when they noticed how both our sisters were eyeing the chess board with no little curiosity. You seem to have sparked an interest in learning with them.”

“I think that now they have a brother they feel the need to compete. I know my sister-in-law . . .errr…. Charles Fitzwilliam's wife, Alice, was very competitive with her brothers.”

“Ahem. Are the two of you going to join us in the parlor or are you two going to continue pushing food around your plates while chatting?” The Earl asked with a smile.

Neither had noticed how quiet the room had become or when everyone else had left the table. Seeing that they were the only two left, each stood slowly as they looked at each other in embarrassment.

Finally Richard spoke up, “We are coming. We did not notice that breakfast was over.”

“Obviously. You two were so engrossed in your conversation that you would not have noticed if an elephant walked in.” Mr. Bennet smiled, happy to see his favorite daughter getting along so well with his son.

“I just hope it was more pleasant because I am sure I heard my sister's name come up. You are not telling tales about us are you Richard?” Edward Fitzwilliam teased.

“No and do not get miffed if I do. You have been telling Kitty all about my so called escapades as a child.” Nodding his head emphatically, Richard stared determinedly at his adoptive father, though he was not able to prevent the corners of his mouth to twitch upward. His sister and father grinned openly at each other during the exchange.

“Alright then, let us join the others.” The Earl was pleased to see the family accepting his adoptive son.

The next couple of hours were spent in various activities. Kitty had immediately set upon asking her brother to help her on the piano again and Mary had joined them. Richard soon found himself abandoned with them as he watched both his father and the Earl retreat to the Library for another game of chess and conversation. Jane embroidered while talking with Mama and Elizabeth, although Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth were the main participants with Jane adding a little here and a little there.

For the second day, Lydia did not appear as she remained in her room fuming over the fact that she would have to get up early if she were to eat with everyone else. She highly disliked eating alone. This morning increased her ill-temper due to thoughts of how Wickham was responsible for their remaining at home because of her parents' over-protectiveness of their daughters in the presence of such a horrid individual. Well, Mr. Wickham, you had best stay clear of me because if I ever see you again I will tell you exactly what I think of you. It is your fault we are trapped here in this house and cannot see the other officers. I miss Denny and Captain Carter and Saunderson and . . . and . . . Oh, I miss all of them.

For the rest of the morning, Lydia continued to remain in her room mulling over her thoughts thinking herself heartbroken over not seeing any of the officers for what seemed like forever to her.

Just before noon, the rain eased and the sun peaked through a crack in the clouds. Seeing the sunshine over the yard cheered everyone, Jane and Kitty especially.

Truly relaxing completely after the past couple days of stormy weather, Kitty moved to sit on the settee and place her head on the arm. It only took a couple of moments before she was fast asleep. It amused everyone at how quickly she fell asleep and although they wished she could be moved to her room so she could be more comfortable and not take a chance on awaking with discomfort from her position, they all agreed to let her alone instead of awakening her.

Jane, on the other hand, continued to look out the window from the moment the sun first shone through the clouds. Turning to Elizabeth, she stood up.

“Lizzy, I am going to go out to the garden for a moment and check on the flowers. One of the roses we planted last year did not look too well and I fear the storm might have finished it.”

“Alright Jane, do you want me to come too?” She started to put down her own embroidery as she said this only to be stopped by Jane's words.

“No, I'll be only a moment.”

Looking up from his instructing Mary on the piano, he saw Jane leave. Catching Elizabeth's eye, he excused himself from his other sister and walked over to her.

“Now is a good time to speak to Jane while she is in the garden. Hurry.” She tilted her head toward the door as she spoke urging her brother more.

“Alright.”

Richard quickly grabbed his coat and hurried out to the garden where he could see his sister, Jane, looking over some of the plants. On his way to her he mulled over how he should proceed in bringing up the subject. He only wanted to assure her of what he knew to have occurred and counteract some of the misconceptions formed by a certain lady. He hoped he would not be giving his sister any hopes that could not be fulfilled as that would only lead to greater grief later on.

Hearing someone approach, Jane looked up and smiled when she saw her brother, “Richard, what are you doing out here? I thought Mary was keeping you occupied as a music teacher?”

“She was, but I needed to get out of the house for a few minutes. Do you mind if I join you out here?”

“No, of course not.” Noticing her brother's preoccupation with something, Jane, who always loved to help, decided to question him. “Would you like to talk about something? You look like you have something on your mind.”

“Indeed. Umm. . . . I was hoping to talk to you about something, I believe you know the Bingleys?” Richard was thankful for the opening his sister provided and watched as she paled before answering. Wincing internally, Oh, Jane. You really are hurt over this situation. Well, maybe I can alleviate the situation my over-concerned, though not very observant cousin has created. I am sure, Darcy, that you have more of the responsibility than even you might realize at the moment.

Shaking a little, Jane composed herself. “We became acquainted with Mr. Bingley and his sisters last autumn when he leased Netherfield 9. What is it you wish to know about them?” Suddenly panicking a little she turned more to her brother, “Nothing has happened to Cha . . . Mr. Bingley and his sisters, has there?”

Seeing his sister's quickly escalating alarm, he reached out and put his hand on her arm to calm her. Speaking steadily and meeting her eye, he calmly explained, “Jane, they are all right. Nothing has happened to the Bingley's that I know of. You do not need to be upset.” Stopping long enough to witness her relaxing, he continued, “My concern and questions are on the behalf of my former cousin, Miss Darcy, who is still under my guardianship. I have discovered that Caroline Bingley has been making implications involving my former cousins the Darcys and I was wondering, if your acquaintance with her might allow you to confirm or deny some of the statements. You see, neither Darcy who shares guardianship with me3 & 6, nor I want any form of rumors about her starting before she is even out in society. Please, I hope I am not asking you to betray a confidence, but I do need to know.”

“I understand. Caroline Bingley insinuated that she was soon to have Miss Darcy as a sister. She implied that there was an attachment between her and Mr. Bingley5 & 10.” Each word became more difficult as she discussed her Mr. Bingley and her brother did not miss it.

“I see. So, my information was correct. Darcy will not be happy to hear about this. Miss Bingley has finally overstepped herself this time.”

“What do you mean? There is no attachment. Could it not be that she might have been mistaken?”

Richard smiled inside as he noticed the warring emotions of hope and her nature to never put someone down played on her face.

“Miss Bingley is not simply mistaken. She deliberately stated an untruth. You see Miss Darcy has told both Darcy and myself that she sees Mr. Bingley as another older brother as he is a close friend of her brother's. Georgiana especially has no interest in creating a closer connection because dislikes Miss Bingley's insincere flattery and attempts to use her to gain Darcy's approval and attention. I can also assure you that Mr. Bingley only sees Miss Darcy as a little sister based on his own words and that of Darcy as well.”

All throughout his speech, Richard could see his sister's countenance turn from sad to slightly hopeful.

“Caroline wrote of being often in company with the Darcys 5 & 10.”

“I have no doubt Caroline instigated much of it. I do not know how many times Darcy visited my par . . . errr . . . his Aunt and Uncle just to avoid having to continually have dinner or attend parties where she would try to monopolize his attention. I know that he spent a great deal of time with Mr. Bingley as they have been long time friends. At the same time, Mr. Bingley does spend extra time with Darcy asking advice on handling an estate as he is rather new at it and Darcy has had to run Pemberley for the last five years 3. Bingley did not have the opportunity of learning from his father as Darcy had. Although it may seem surprising, Darcy does take some advice from Mr. Bingley at times. I remember Darcy telling me one time where Bingley dropped in one morning unexpectedly to warn Darcy of his sister's plans for a party where all her well-to-do friends would be attending. He even recommended that Darcy find the first invitation he could in order to avoid having to accept his sister's. Darcy did not let the opportunity go to waste and garnered an invitation from his Aunt and Uncle before receiving Caroline's invitation. Although she could not say anything to him, I gathered she was quite angry about his non-attendance. However, except for these instances there were hardly any parties or social interaction between the Darcy's and Bingley's especially since their return from Hertfordshire.”

Although pleased that there was no attachment between Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy, Jane still felt a modicum of concern over the gentleman's treatment of Miss Bingley, “That does seem a little unkind to Caroline though.”

Closing his eyes in frustration, Richard sighed and then looked back at his sister.

“Jane, I know you never want to think ill of anyone and it is a good thing to be that way, but please, take a little advice, I have known Darcy a long time. Normally, he would not act like this, but when being pursued by a woman who is only interested in his money and estate, who refuses to comprehend his disinterest and polite refusals of her wishes, then he should be allowed some leniency on his methods of escape. Caroline Bingley set her cap on his money and Pemberley, not on Darcy. She is after the position and it would be better for her to drop this unattractive pursuit and look for another match.”

“I understand. While I already understood her dislike of myself and my family, I did not imagine her so . . . so . . .”

“Greedy?”

“Well, grasping, as all that.” She looked down at her hands with a few tears in her eyes.

Taking his sister's hand in his, Richard asked her to look up at him.

“Please, do not give up hope about Mr. Bingley, Jane. Now that you are aware of what kind of person Miss Bingley really is, you may believe that Mr. Bingley may very well care for you yet. She wants to make as many high-society connections as possible and cares naught for her brother's happiness.”

Jane looked up at her brother as she noticed details in his questioning and his implication of her feelings that he could not have observed himself, “How did you know?”

“Elizabeth told me when I asked why you always seemed so sad. I do not think she would have been as willing to reveal it if it were not for my connections to the Darcy's which provided me with the possible knowledge to either confirm or deny Miss Bingley's intimations .”

“Oh.”

“Jane, do not give up hope. I am sure that Mr. Bingley will return as much in love with you as he was before. Before you ask, I heard Darcy mention that Bingley has acted quite disheartened and has hardly attended any events except those either his sisters or Darcy has dragged him to after his return to Town. Instead of thinking of the hurt of the loss of Mr. Bingley's company and all the uncertainties, think that the distance and the amount of time passed may have only ensured that he cares for you rather than some idle inclination during his stay in the country.”

Jane smiled, “Thank you. You are a wonderful brother. It is good to have hope.” With that she reached over and hugged her new brother tightly. Taking her brother's hand, she thanked him again.

“It is nothing. I . . .” Both looked up suddenly as a few drops of rain hit them. They saw the thick, dark clouds rolling over the sun darkening everything once more. In the distance they heard a low rumble of thunder.

“Come on. We had better run for the door before we get soaked.”

Each ran quickly though Richard held back a bit. When they reached the door, he held the door open for Jane to slip through before entering himself. Even though they just barely made it in before the downpour started, it did not prevent them from getting a little damp.

As Richard replaced his coat and Jane her shawl, Mrs. Bennet came out of the parlor.

“Now both of you get in here by the fire before you both catch cold. What possessed the two of you to stay out there so long?” With that she started to busy herself with hurrying her two eldest into the parlor.

“Really, Mama, we are fine. We barely got wet at all.” Jane laughed as her mother pushed her over to the chair nearest the fire.

“Nonsense. I saw you both run in and it was already raining.” Turning, she noticed her son was not right by her and she spied him slipping off toward the piano. “Richard, do not try to sneak off on me. You will come back and sit by this fire until I say otherwise.”

Trying to argue failed as Richard found himself propelled to the chair second closest to the fire. He shared a half-amused look with Jane who smiled fully for the first time in a while.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 14 Volume 3.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 16 Volume 1
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 12 Volume 2
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 3 Volume 1
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 21 Volume 1
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 10 Volume 2
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 16 Volume 1
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 18 Volume 2
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 1-3 Volume 1
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice Chapter 1 Volume 2

Restoring the Heir ~ Section III

By Lori

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Chapter 8

Posted on Friday, 22 June 2007

No one was pleased to awake to a crack of thunder again on Wednesday. All had hoped with the rain easing earlier the day before that the relatively dryer state of affairs might have continued throughout the next day. However, all were disappointed as the noisy rhythm of the rain beating against the roof and window panes seemed to go on endlessly.

Almost everyone, except Lydia who chose to sleep in yet again, trudged into breakfast with a noticeable dampening of spirits. Conversation began quietly as most remained sleepy and dull from the incessant watery onslaught. Halfway through the meal, it came to both Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet's attention that conversation continued through Jane's constant efforts. She asked her brother much about his life before learning the truth of his real family and discussed various issues with Mary and Kitty. Both Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth were pleased to note Jane's more cheerful countenance and spirits. By the end of the meal, Jane's efforts to buoy the conversation proved successful in that smiles were more prevalent and eyes more bright.

Once every plate was empty, the entire group trooped into the drawing room with a greater cheerfulness than having started the day with. Each picked up various occupations that were left from the previous evening. Richard settled down to a discussion of books with Mary who took note of some of the titles her brother mentioned and determined to read as many of them as soon as possible. Observing her brother's more informed comments on the subject, Mary felt the need to read up on the subjects they discussed so that she could argue her point in a more knowledgeable way. Elizabeth and Jane sat a little ways off from the group and discussed recent events especially the previous day's revelations. The Earl and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet took to their own little corner where they shared stories of Richard's childhood and the Bennets' lives for the past twenty-eight years. The last person, Kitty, sat at the piano and resolutely practiced what little she had learned, repeating a section until she made very few or no mistakes.

An hour or so after settling down to their various occupations, they heard a knock at the entrance and Hill answering it. Soon, Hill opened the drawing room door to admit a soaked Mr. Denny (1). As soon as he entered, Kitty sat up with a wide smile which caused Richard to raise his eyebrow and share a look with Elizabeth who simply shrugged slightly and smiled.

Although she was just as surprised as everyone else at her unexpected guest, Mrs. Bennet immediately stood and acted the perfect hostess.

“Mr. Denny, it is a pleasure to see you, please take a seat and I will order some tea. We will also see if we can find you something dry. What brings you out in this storm?” Mrs. Bennet enquired.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bennet, but I must decline the tea and dry clothing as I am required to return once I have delivered this missive from Colonel Forster.” As he pulled a letter out, he glanced over at Kitty, tilting his head as he noticed her position at the piano before returning his attention to Mrs. Bennet.

Kitty's face fell but she said nothing.

“Colonel Forster directed me to give this to a Colonel Fitzwilliam and to await any reply.”

At this, Richard stood to identify himself as he guessed the content of the communiqué, “I am Colonel Fitzwilliam . . . urmmm . . . Mr. Bennet may I use the library for a moment.”

Mr. Bennet nodded his assent and Richard left that way after asking Mr. Denny to join him.

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Denny and the Colonel emerged. Nobody except Kitty missed the relieved smile on Richard's face. Denny took his leave of the Colonel and the Bennets, but before he left he glanced again at Kitty. She had been watching him from the moment he left the library. Denny looked down at the floor, took a deep breath and left.

None of this little interaction went unobserved by the Colonel who determined to learn a little more of Mr. Denny's history with the Bennets. However, a more immediate concern forced him to put it in the back of his mind for now. Deciding that the best time to make his announcement was now, he called for everyone's attention.

“Colonel Forster has just informed me that Mr. Wickham is being transferred today. We are finally going to be able to breathe a little easier with Wickham gone.”

Each person let out a sigh of relief, except Kitty, Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam. Catherine's mind remained firmly on the lost opportunity in speaking to Mr. Denny and his all but ignoring her. Mr. Bennet and Lord Fitzwilliam's thoughts, however, were on a very different track. “What did the Colonel wish to have a response on if he was just informing you of the transfer?” The Earl asked.

“Oh, that. He simply asked if he should send someone with Wickham to ensure he actually arrives at his new post. I told him it might be wise to send two men on the pretence of some kind of business so that he can be assured of Wickham's arrival without it looking like an escort.”

The Earl nodded and Mr. Bennet relaxed. “That makes sense. That way it ensures that we do not have to worry about him getting loose on the world again and running into him.”

“Indeed. I do not trust Wickham and I want to be absolutely sure of his location so that my sisters are safe from him. This way, I will have the two officer's report to make certain of that.”

After the announcement, the low hum of conversation resumed and Kitty became even more single-minded in her practicing. The sounds of the crackling of the fire and the ever present pitter pattering of the rain on the roof and windows led to a cozy and peaceful feeling for all those at Longbourn even though the occasional boom of thunder and flash of lightning made Kitty jump.

Still, the day for letters was not yet over. Just before lunch, the post arrived. All pondered how anyone would be willing to deliver mail in this weather. However, after reading the return address on one particular letter, Mr. Bennet motioned to the Earl and both retreated to the Library. Wondering at what could cause the sudden exit, Elizabeth and Richard looked at each other as if the other could explain what happened.

Meanwhile, both gentlemen were sitting across from each other in silence in the library. Mr. Bennet sat at his desk with the unopened letter in his quavering hands. He swallowed hard as looked at the letter with a mixture of fear, anger, anxiety and loathing. Setting the letter down carefully like one would set a dangerous animal; he took out his handkerchief and wiped his damp hands on it. Edmund Fitzwilliam's reaction was more subdued. He did not shake nor perspire, but simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath to stop the uneasiness in his stomach from growing.

Finally, the Earl broke the silence, “So, Mrs. Smith wrote to you. I knew it would not take very long for her to respond once she received my letter informing her that you and your family are now aware of the situation.”

Sighing, Mr. Bennet nodded. “Yes, she has written, but I feel torn. Curiosity and a certain sense of fairness compels me to hear what she has to say, yet anger and bitterness at her act pushes me to throw it into the fire. I know the better choice is to read it and I will, but it is hard to put aside the hurt for the lost years and lost opportunities.”

“I know, but let me reassure you about one thing. Based on what I saw when I met her, I feel that she has punished herself far more than either you or I ever could. She blamed herself for twenty-eight years and is a tortured and drained woman. Her health has suffered and has not forgiven herself for what she has done. I feel that the guilt has done more to punish her than not listening to what she has to say every will. In some ways, I think we may come off with the better end of the deal.”

Incensed at the Earl's last comment, Mr. Bennet looked up at him in fury. Shaking the letter at the other gentleman, he allowed his rage and resentment to control his reply. “How could that be possible? You sit there and tell me that some good may come out of this? How can being robbed of a son for twenty-eight years be good?”

Edmund Fitzwilliam held up his hands in a calming gesture only allowing the other gentleman to silence himself before responding, “I do not mean to infer that losing out on those precious years was good for you and your wife. I know the strain you and your wife have suffered, how the lack of an heir guided your actions and affected your daily lives. I know you worried over your daughters' futures if something should happen to you (2 & 4). I know you mentioned how your wife's behavior and personality deteriorated because of these worries.

However, I ask you to think for just a moment what the benefits might have been. Would you even still have five wonderful daughters or might you have stopped when difficulties arose during the births? Remember your wife mentioned either a stillbirth or miscarriage at some point. Might, Elizabeth, your favorite, not been born (8)? Even if she had, would you have been as close to her as you are now if Richard had been here? Would any of you have been as grateful for having Richard or would you have taken it for granted that you had an heir?

How many things might have changed for the worse had Richard been raised here? Richard probably would not have joined the army and thus had not had the means to rid the area of someone like Wickham. He probably would not have even known Wickham's real character in any case. Would Richard have made the contacts and connections he did as the younger son of an Earl(3)?

As for my family we are dealing with the pain of not having mourned a child we had never known we lost. At the same time, we have to turn over to you, a son we raised and loved for all these years. Yet, even though it is painful to acknowledge you as his real family and to part with our familial relationship to him, we know that we are grateful for those years. It helped us keep our sanity after so many losses. Richard has been a joy to our family and now he will be to yours as well. We only fear losing all connection to him, but hope that, maybe, we can still be a family, only not one of blood, but of esteem, friendship, trust and caring. I hope in some ways that I am not losing a son I love, but rather gaining another whole family as a part of my own.”

Finally sitting back, Lord Fitzwilliam wiped away a tear that had trailed down his cheek during the outpouring of all the pent up pain he had been experiencing since the beginning of this misfortune. He became silent as his throat had tightened to the point that no words could make their way out.

Mr. Bennet watched the emotions run through the Earl's face and eyes. Seeing the pain this was causing, he lowered his head in shame. I have no right to take out my pain on a man who is suffering as much if not more than I am. I at least gain a son; he only gains the knowledge of a son that died and losing one that he raised as well.

After some time, Richard Bennet Sr. finally found the words to apologize. “I am sorry. You are right. I can offer no excuse for my behavior in taking my anger out on you sir. All I can say is that I was too wrapped up in my and my own family's pain at the discovery of the many years we have lost with Richard that I could not see the suffering of others as well. Still, it is no excuse. Please accept my apologies.”

Nodding, Edmund Fitzwilliam answered, “I accept and it is easily forgiven. For I know I have not always reacted to situations in the best manner either. Let us put this incident behind us.”

“Agreed.” Mr. Bennet answered before returning his gaze to the letter. “Well, I guess I have no choice but to read what she has to say for herself.” With that, he opened the letter. When he finished, he closed his eyes and set it down. Indeed, the Earl is right. She has been a tortured woman. Her conscience has done the work for us. Letting this go will be the best way to form a family with my son rather than drown in the pain of revenge.

“You were right. The past is over. I will show this to Fanny and talk to her before I reply. No doubt I should also inform Richard and the girls as well.”

Hesitatingly, Lord Fitzwilliam replied, “Perhaps, it might be best only to show it to your wife and Richard. I mean some of the girls might be somewhat difficult. Ummm . . . “

Mr. Bennet nodded as he understood the Earl's meaning. “I know what you mean. I think I will tell Elizabeth though. She is by far the most sensible of all the girls (2).”

Wishing to hurry this along, the Earl asked, “Would you like to talk to them now?”

“I might as well. I just want to put this all behind us and forget it.”

“As do I.” Noticing Mr. Bennet's move to rise, Edmund Fitzwilliam continued quickly, “No, No. Do not rise. I will call them in here to talk with you and join the others in the drawing room.”

“Why not stay here?”

“I would feel more comfortable not intruding. Besides, I might be able to ease any concerns of the others.” The Earl smiled wanly.

“Thank you and I apologize again for my previous behavior.”

“As I said, do not worry about it. This situation is rather taxing and I do not think anyone of us will have avoided some kind of emotional outburst by the time it is done.” With that the Earl exited the room and soon Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth and Richard joined him.

All took their seats and Mr. Bennet noted the curious looks exchanged by his two children. His wife sat patiently waiting for him to speak, however, he noticed her anxiety in the way she kept wringing and twisting her handkerchief. Finally, Mr. Bennet started, “I have just received a letter from a Mrs. Smith, the midwife who delivered Richard.”

Closing his eyes, Richard took a deep breath remembering the conversation he had held with his adoptive father after his first meeting with his real parents. Elizabeth gasped obviously vacillating between anger and curiosity. Mrs. Bennet swallowed in an attempt to remain calm, “What does it have to say?”

“Here, I will let each of you read it.” He handed the letter to his wife who read it while Richard stood and moved behind her as to read over her shoulder and Elizabeth leaned over to read from the side. Mr. Bennet watched as his tears formed in his wife's eyes; Richard remained expressionless only nodding on occasion; and Elizabeth's lips formed a thin line though her features softened as she finished reading.

“How do you all feel about this?” Mr. Bennet posed to his wife and children once they finished reading.

His wife responded first, her voice choked with tears. “I want to forgive and forget. I do not want to remember any of the pain of the past years. I only wish to focus on making the future better with our whole family.”

Elizabeth looked back and forth between her parents and lowered her eyes in consideration. Speaking in a slow, deliberate voice as if what she had to say was difficult for her, she finally replied, “I too want to forget this. We have each other and that is all that is necessary.”

All three turned to Richard who only looked at them. After a few moments, he took a deep breath. “I know it might be natural to be angry at Mrs. Smith for switching me at birth. Yet, I feel I must thank her for if she had not, I would not now have two families who are both caring and loving. Not many people can say that. Many do not even have one family to turn to, but I have two. Let us let this go.”

Everyone breathed a relaxed sigh.

Sitting back in his chair, Mr. Bennet nodded. “I will write a letter to Mrs. Smith and inform her that we bear her no ill will and send our thanks for her revealing the truth so that we could be a family once again.”

As he pulled out paper, pen and ink and Richard and Elizabeth rose to leave, Mrs. Bennet turned to her husband and smiled, “Do you need any help, dear?”

Mr. Bennet smiled back, “Not at the moment though later would be nice. It will be like old times.”

Richard and Elizabeth looked at each other with raised eyebrows while their parents continued to stare adoringly at each other oblivious to all others in the room. Finally, Richard managed a cough to bring them back to reality. Both parents blushed while their son found the ceiling rather interesting and their daughter's attention focused on something she saw on the floor.

“Well, I will go see to lunch.” As Mrs. Bennet hurried out, Richard grinned at his sister before following his mother out. Instead of following too, Elizabeth lingered behind.

Noticing that his favorite daughter (8) had not left and seemed hesitant to bring something up, Mr. Bennet asked, “Is something wrong, Lizzy?”

“I am not sure, Papa. Just before I left Hunsford, Charlotte asked that I write as soon as possible about what happened to prevent her husband from coming here himself. I know that we cannot inform Mr. Collins of the truth until the Fitzwilliams have the opportunity to inform their family since he would immediately report the entire situation to Lady Catherine(5). I simply do not know what to write to prevent Mr. Collins from coming here not to mention the fact that no matter what I do write, it will be an outright lie to Charlotte.”

“I see the problem. Well, Lizzy, perhaps it is a good idea that we think about this together. That way we both know what is being said and can keep to the same one.” Mr. Bennet covered his mouth with his hand as he frowned and thought about a possible solution.

“I assume you told her it was nothing serious already, only that I wanted you home for some reason?”

“Yes, Charlotte read the note, and I told Mr. Collins that nothing was wrong only that you had something to impart to your daughters.”

Mr. Bennet smiled, “I am sure Mr. Collins appreciated your meaning.”

“Somehow I doubt it.”

“Well, I recommend you tell Mrs. Collins that I was desperate for some sanity at home. Tell her also that I wanted to discuss with you and your sister the possibilities of taking the family on holiday to Brighton this summer (6). That should be plausible enough. I think Mrs. Collins might understand that you cannot say more. After all, she is usually a very sensible woman(7).”

Frowning, Elizabeth looked at her father, “Usually.” Pausing, she sighed, “Well, it will have to do. For some reason, the only ideas I could come up with were so fanciful, I had to laugh at myself. Somehow I doubt Charlotte would believe my telling her that you intend to sell Longbourn so that we could move elsewhere or would be very much appreciated.”

“Now that would have been quite an idea. I am sorry I did not think of it.” The mischievous expression on Mr. Bennet's face made Lizzy laugh as she left him to write his letter and she to write hers.

After the letters were written, the rest of the day passed without incident. Lydia joined them for lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon re-trimming her bonnet. The rest of the family returned to the pursuits they had started in the morning with the exception of Kitty who almost had to be dragged away from the piano by her brother who insisted she take a break.

References
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 15.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 1.
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 7 & 10.
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13.
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 6.
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 18.
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 22 & 23.
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 17.

Chapter 9

Posted on Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Thursday morning greeted everyone in the same manner as the past three days - with the ever present pattering of rain. Although some felt indifferent over the continued state of the weather, others' displeasure persisted at the never ending downpour. As Elizabeth belonged to the latter group, her frustration grew at every drop of rain and boom of thunder. Unable to rest in peace, she threw back her covers and wearily made her way to the window and pulled back the curtains. The view provided no relief. Grimacing as she observed the patterns the rain created on the window as they trailed down the pane, she turned away to dress. Elizabeth desperately needed a ramble through the trees and greenery of the forest around Longbourn1 . Even though she loved her family, she needed time alone to reflect on all the events of the past days and the rain prevented her obtaining it.

As Elizabeth left her room with the intent to borrow one of her father's books, she crossed paths with Kitty who also found it impossible to return to sleep.

Over the early morning, everyone but Lydia slowly made their way into breakfast. Many remained sleepy eyed, but the smell of cinnamon rolls and other breakfast foods provided enough incentive to draw them out of bed.

Throughout the meal, Elizabeth stared out the window watching the drops of rain hitting the pane and the brilliant flashes of lightning in the distance while picking at her plate of food. As the meal progressed and her inattention grew, she drew the attention of Jane and her parents. While they recognized the same frustration with the inability to walk outside that she exhibited since a small child, they still worried about her1 . Elizabeth remained oblivious to their concern and continued to stare out of the window desperately watching for any signs of the clouds breaking. This preoccupation made her equally oblivious to the growing silence at the table as more bestowed their attention on her.

“Elizabeth!”

Jumping, she turned and looked into the face of her rather annoyed and concerned brother. It had not escaped her notice that everyone was staring at her and her brother, “What is it?”

“Oh, I only tried to gain your attention for a full ten minutes without an ounce of success. Your absorption with the weather on the other side of that window prevents others from garnering your attention at all.”

“I am sorry. I simply do not like being forced to stay inside for such long periods of time.”

“I can see that, but you have to occupy yourself with other activities including holding conversation. Hmph . . . you are just as bad as Darcy when the weather is like this. He dislikes any form of inclement weather impeding his outdoor activities.”

A number of them turned toward the Colonel with surprised looks.

“Oh, poor Lizzy! To be compared to Mr. Darcy and after he only thought of her as tolerable2. ” Giggling, Kitty paused for only a moment, “I wonder if that means he is only tolerable too?” She tipped her head thoughtfully with a mischievous smile.

At first, the humour of Kitty's comment failed to register as evidenced by the silence in the room. Yet, when they realized absurdity of it, everyone laughed. For Richard, it started when his lips twitched in his desperate attempt to keep from laughing at his former cousin's expense. From there on, no one could keep a straight face. Everyone laughed, even Elizabeth, who, although a little mortified at the comparison, could not but laugh at her sister's perspective.

While they all enjoyed the joke, Lydia walked into the room. However, upon hearing the laughter, she asked what could possibly be so funny. Kitty informed her and even Lydia could not avoid laughing despite her continued ill humour.

For the first time in days, Lydia joined everyone in the drawing room while the gentlemen, upon the Earl's request, adjourned to the library.

Both Richard and Mr. Bennet guessed the nature of the conversation as both had expected it for some time.

After settling themselves comfortably, the Earl began, “As good as this visit has been, I think it would be best if Richard and I traveled to London tomorrow or Saturday at the latest should the weather allow. It is going to be difficult keeping this secret secure from my sister and I want to be the one to inform her. Thus, I think the best thing to do is inform the rest of my family as soon as possible. I would also like to see how my wife has fared this past week.”

“Of course. I understand. This poor weather has kept callers away, but should we have one pleasant day, they will be here. I know I saw several curious looks directed at you both last Sunday and if the Lucas' receive word of this, they will write to Mr. Collins who will inform Lady Catherine de Bourgh in short order3 . I will make sure that everything will be ready for you to travel tomorrow or the next day as long as the roads are passable. It would be no use for you to travel if only to be delayed by the mud.”

“That is true. However, if we can leave tomorrow, I think it best to do so. The sooner Richard and I return to London, the sooner my sister can be informed. That will not be a pleasant experience. Also, I need to discuss any plans with my wife. If we all agree to an informative family dinner approximately a week from now, assuming we can leave in the next two days, it will give us time to send out the invitations no later than Tuesday. That should give Charles and Alice enough time to travel to London. They will most likely choose to bring their three children as well. My only concern with my sister will be Anne's health, but I do not foresee that to be a major dilemma. Darcy and Georgiana are in London, so that will not pose a difficulty either. So, they should all be able to arrive by a week from tomorrow. Does not that sound about right, Richard?” The Earl commented as he counted off one finger with each guest mentioned. Both gentlemen turned to study the young man when he did not respond. Richard sat in the chair staring at his hands in an uneasy manner.

“Richard, what is wrong?” The Earl asked.

“I have come to a decision about something, though I fear you may think it too sudden to go through with. However, I feel, considering my new situation as heir to Longbourn and out of concern for my sisters' welfare, that I will resign my commission once we return to London. I now have several responsibilities to my sisters, and if anything should happen to me, they would again be at the mercy of a cousin who listens far too much to my overbearing Aunt4 .” Richard twisted his hands together before looking up apprehensively at his father and the Earl.

“I rather expected you would. I am not upset nor disappointed, but rather the opposite. You recognized a new responsibility and are trying to meet it immediately.” Lord Fitzwilliam allowed his happiness in his adoptive son's decision to protect his family show in his eyes.

Mr. Bennet's face expressed equal pleasure, “Thank you. You do not know what a relief it is to know that I will not have to worry about you. It also relieves my worry over the girls to know they have an elder brother who will do whatever he can to protect and care for them.”

Relaxing, Richard again smiled in relief, “Thank you.” It eased his mind a great deal that these two gentlemen agreed with his decision. He truly was worried over his sisters' should Mr. Collins' ever gain control of Longbourn. Still, what really concerned him was his new cousin's dependency on everything Lady Catherine dispensed as advice no matter how grossly unfair and unkind or ridiculous the recommendation5 .

Finally, attempting to rejoin the conversation, he addressed his adoptive father, “You know we must make some decisions regarding the way we inform the rest of the family. How are we going to accomplish this?”

“Well, as I mentioned earlier, I think we should invite everyone for a family dinner. That way we can form a united front or at least deter Catherine from reacting too strongly.”

Nodding, the Colonel understood, yet he decided to take a chance and ask to include someone that might make Lady Catherine a bit upset. “Indeed, could we also invite Mr. Bingley? I mean, he is a close friend of Darcy's and knows all the Bennets and has an estate nearby6 . It would be easier to inform him with the rest of the family.”

“Is it just that or are you trying your hand at a little matchmaking,” asked Mr. Bennet with a twinkle in his eye.

The blush spreading across Richard's face confirmed his father's suspicion. Nodding while sharing an amused glance with the Earl, Mr. Bennet contemplated the possible reasons for his son's interference in this matter.

“Do you feel Bingley would make a good match for Jane?”

“Absolutely, otherwise I would not have asked to invite him to the dinner.”

While Mr. Bennet sat back pondering the merits of permitting the young man another chance to court his eldest daughter, his son tried to think of another reason to allow the match without revealing Darcy's interference7 . His smile after a few minutes reflection signified his success.

“If you are concerned about Bingley's steadfastness, then I suggest we use the upcoming dinner as a test.”

Interested in what his son had to say, Mr. Bennet turned toward him, “How so?”

“My former Aunt, Lady Catherine will object to his presence at a family dinner. I have no doubt she will also protest the revelation of my being a Bennet and not a Fitzwilliam. My Aunt is very forthright with her opinions no matter how insensitive they are8 . My suggestion is that we use Mr. Bingley's reactions to my Aunt's less than tactful comments as a guide to his true feelings.”

Edmund Fitzwilliam, who until now remained silent, indicated his agreement with a nod, “If he can endure my sister's criticism and displeasure, he is certainly a fine gentleman. I have met few people capable of resisting her and fewer still who choose to defy her. If I and my wife had been blessed with a daughter, I would not object to any man courting her who could at least tolerate my sister.”

Laughing lightly, Mr. Bennet agreed. “I must say from what I have heard from my cousin9 and now from the two of you, Mr. Bingley will have quite a test. All right, you may continue in your little matchmaking scheme.”

Making a face, Richard rolled his eyes at the reference to his interference. I am not a matchmaker! I am only trying to put to rights the mess my cousin has made of things7 .

“Well as I said earlier, the dinner should be set for a week from tomorrow so that everyone will be able to attend. We will need to invite Charles and Alice who will need to bring their children, so we will have to arrange a separate location for them. I do not think they, or we, could endure another of my sister's child rearing lectures. We have to invite Lady Catherine and Anne, naturally. That only leaves Darcy and Georgiana and we already mentioned Bingley, but we must be sure that we do not invite his sisters. That is the last thing we need; Miss Bingley and Lady Catherine at the same time.” The Earl shook his head with distaste and Richard shuddered. Mr. Bennet grinned at that particular scenario thankful that he did not have to worry about it.

“The seating will be interesting for Mama to try to arrange what with both Darcy and Aunt Catherine in attendance. Well, it will simply have to do.”

“Indeed, it will.” The Earl sighed in resignation before shaking his head. “So, our plans are fixed. If the roads are passable, we leave tomorrow or the next day.”

“We might as well inform the ladies now; otherwise, they will be put out, but they will be put out anyway at your leaving.”

As Mr. Bennet predicted, the ladies of Longbourn were indeed put out. Kitty's disappointment expressed itself through the tears building up in her eyes. However, her brother mollified her distress by telling her he would not be gone long. Elizabeth and Jane were downcast, but fully understood the need to travel to London. Mary, by far, reacted with the most cheer. Instead of focusing on her regret on losing her brother's company, she started to discuss issues with her brother to gain his insight into what to research in his absence. She enjoyed debating with him and wished to improve her knowledge so that she could argue her side more reasonably.

Mrs. Bennet had to turn away for a few moments to recover her emotions, but managed a weak smile upon returning her attention to her son. She refused to think of his absence and like her daughter Mary focused instead on his return.

The only one to look upon Richard and the Earl's return to town with delight was Lydia. Yet that joy lasted no longer than it took her to realize how dull everyone would be until her brother returned.

The rest of the evening was spent again in conversation; everyone, except Lydia, spent as much time with Richard as possible. Most hoped the weather would make traveling the next day impossible so that they might enjoy Richard's company one more day before he left. The state of the roads granted their wish for the next day; however, it only served to delay the departure a single day.

Chapter 10

Saturday morning dawned clear and bright with hardly a cloud in sight much to the chagrin of the ladies of Longbourn. All arose early to partake an early breakfast with the Colonel and Earl who planned to leave as soon as the meal ended.

The entire family trouped out the front door to the awaiting carriage, all expressing their farewells and their eager entreaties for the Colonel's swift return.

“I almost wish the storm had continued so that you would not leave. This week will be unbearable.” Kitty looked down as she attempted to blink away tears. She really liked her new brother. He showed her attention that she rarely received in the past. It was as if his presence alone altered her family's dynamics for even her sisters and parents grew more attentive.

Before Richard could reply, Elizabeth put an arm around their little sister, “Indeed, your willingness to endure another storm just for the sake of our brother's company demonstrates your feelings for our brother. Only, instead of focusing on the week without him, use that time to prepare for his return during which we can enjoy his company for a more lengthy time.”

With that Kitty smiled a little as she wiped the tears from her eyes and flung her arms around her brother, “Oh, I shall miss you until you return, but I will do as Lizzy says and try to think of everything I can that we can talk about and do. Please be careful on your journey and hurry while you are gone so that you can return that much sooner.”

Touched by his sister's concern, Richard returned the embrace, “Hopefully, everything will turn out as we expect and I shall be back no later than a week and a half. Perhaps I shall find some easier music you can practice on while I am away.”

“Oh, brother, Thank You!” Kitty again hugged her amused brother.

After extracting himself from his over-enthusiastic sister, Richard moved on to take his leave of Mary who stood by with a small smile.

“I too will be preparing to continue our debates when you return and I assure you I will be more than ready to win it this time.”

“Well then, I look forward to them with greater delight, but do not suppose that you will win them for I fully intend to do so.”

“No, brother, you will not this time. Anyway, have a safe journey for you shall be inundated with requests and activities when you return.” She curtsied to her brother as she was not used to actively displaying her affections even to her sisters.

“I fully intend to return quickly and as safely as possible.” He bowed to his sister's curtsy before turning to Jane.

“I hope everything goes well and you have a pleasant and safe journey. Your company will be sorely missed.”

“Indeed, hopefully it will be very successful in more ways than one. I hope that I may be able to inform more than my former family with the news and maybe impart some other news as well?” Richard grinned as Jane blushed and averted her eyes to stare at her hands.

“It is so nice to have an elder brother to turn to and depend upon instead of always being the one everyone looks to. Thank you for all your help, brother, no matter how everything turns out.” As she looked up, Richard could see the tears that threatened to fall and the weak but very sincere and grateful smile. Taking her hands in his, he returned the smile.

“Well, I must say it has been nice being the elder for a change. I am very happy to have the means to help my sisters when at all possible. Thank you for allowing me to help.”

Jane smiled and nodded as he released her hands and went to take leave of Elizabeth who had witnessed the exchange happily.

“Well, Richard, you are off to announce your real family to your adopted one including the great Lady Catherine de Bourgh.” Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with mischief. Richard laughed.

“I certainly am. And as we both know, she always has an opinion about everything10. '”

“Truly, and you must endure the criticisms and her pronouncement of what really is and what must be.” Elizabeth paused as her manner changed from teasing to serious, “I only hope she is not too hard on you. She will not like this, I am sure, but I hope that she will at least accept it.”

“Do not worry, Lizzy. My fa . . . The Earl knows how to handle his sister and she will not dare defy him. Trust me, everything will be well.”

Both smiled and embraced for a moment. Elizabeth encouraged her brother as he now had to attempt a leave-taking of his youngest and most discouraging sister.

“Lydia, I hope . .. well . ..” Lydia interrupted before he could say more.

“Goodbye, brother.” She spat the relationship as if it were distasteful before giving a curt nod and turning away.

Sighing, Richard shook his head as he turned to join the Earl in taking leave of his parents. I do not know what I can do to convince my sister that I am not that terrible or that I am not replacing her. I do not know if I will have the patience to endure this petulant attitude she displays.

“ . . . and I so look forward to meeting Lady Fitzwilliam when you and Richard return. I hope she will not mind if I start asking her about Richard's childhood.”

“I am sure she will be happy to meet you as well, madam. As for asking her about Richard, she will love to discuss anything you want to know about him as it is one of her favorite subjects. I hope you do not mind if she asks a number of questions in return as she wants to know about Richard's family.”

“Of course not. It is inconceivable that she would not want to know about his family. I could not imagine not wishing to know the same.”

“Then I think we can expect a swapping of stories upon our return.” Lord Fitzwilliam smiled at the enjoyment they would all have relating all those childhood stories. Mr. Bennet simply stood by and grinned at the interaction.

“So my dear, you will have all you wish of gossip on our son's life; more than he would probably want revealed too.” His eyes twinkled at his son who rolled his eyes in return as he came up beside the Earl. Mrs. Bennet pursed her lips and blushed in embarrassment.

“Richard, behave yourself.”

At Mr. Bennet's sudden guffaw and the Earl's poor attempts at hiding a smile under his hand, she turned to her son and noticed the look on his face which clearly expressed the question, “What did I do?” Realizing her error, she shook her head.

“I meant your father, Richard. His full name is Richard James Bennet. I am sorry you felt I was reprimanding you. I assure you, it was meant for your mischievous father.”

To this, her husband laughed, “Indeed, my dear, it is a talent I possess.”

Enjoying the good natured bantering between his parents, Richard looked off for a moment as a few things came to mind. Would this have been the norm for my whole family, if I had remained? or would it have digressed into the kind of life they have lived? How much will yet change, the longer I stay with them?

“Richard? . . . Richard!” The Colonel jumped as his mother's shout brought him out of his thoughts.. He blinked for a few moments as he adjusted his attention.

“Richard, are you all right, I called you several times, but you seemed so far away.”

“I was only lost in my thoughts, wondering how many things might have been different, if I had been raised here.” This topic caused a melancholy silence to drift over the group as Mrs. Bennet struggled to restrain her tears; Mr. Bennet put an arm around his wife and sighed; the Earl looked away from the group, closed his eyes and swallowed hard; and Richard lowered his head before putting on his brave front and changing the subject.

“Well, Lizzy feels that we will be in for quite a time when we inform Lady Catherine of the new situation.” This subject brought the sparkle back to Mr. Bennet's eye, a raised eyebrow from Mrs. Bennet and a hearty response from the Earl.

“Oh, that is for certain. Catherine will express her thoughts on the subject very adamantly and will demand we follow her judgment8. If she decides to present any difficulty, the only thing that may sway her is my title. Her conscientiousness towards differing rank usually induces her to shift her position. However, I cannot predict her reaction to this piece of news.” Lord Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes as he anticipated an unpleasant evening less than a week away.

“Well, then, we better leave now so that we may get that out of the way and return as soon as possible. Mrs. Bennet, Mother, I will miss you and look forward to spending more time with you upon my return.” The Earl walked away at this point to take leave of the Miss Bennets leaving his adopted son to spend a few private moments with his real parents.

As soon as the Earl left, Mrs. Bennet reached over and embraced her son quickly before pulling back, “Richard, I will miss you so much until your return. Please be careful and have a safe journey to London and when you return as well.” He kissed his mother's cheek as a couple of tears threatened to fall from her eyes and then turned to his father.

“Well, Richard, you shall have to hurry to return for I am sure that the next week or two will be torture for us all as everyone will be melancholy at your removal. Not to mention, I will find little respite from it due to several of your sisters invading my library to research before your return.” Here Mr. Bennet paused from his teasing and turned more serious, “Please be safe. I do not think any of us could handle losing you after only just meeting you.”

“I will be careful and everything will be alright. I look forward to coming home.”

The Earl observed Mr. Bennet's delight at Richard's referral to Longbourn as home. At the same time, he felt his own heart constrict at the feeling of loss.

Soon after, Richard and Lord Fitzwilliam entered the carriage and started their journey to London where they would inform the entire Fitzwilliam family. It was one storm they wished they could avoid and did not know how well they would weather.

After a few delays on the route, mostly due to the previous week's weather, the Earl and Colonel Fitzwilliam arrived in London. They barely stepped out of the carriage when Lady Fitzwilliam exited the house greeting them both with a warm embrace. She immediately shooed them in to refresh themselves and all but ordering them to attend her in her private sitting room where she had a lunch prepared for them. Both shook their heads at her eagerness, but did as she instructed.

Thirty minutes later, they sat enjoying both the food and relating the previous week's happenings to her including Richard's plans to resign his commission. Lady Fitzwilliam very much enjoyed hearing about her adopted son's family, especially his sisters. Only after the meal finished, though, did Lady Fitzwilliam broach the subject of the upcoming disclosure to the rest of the Fitzwilliam family.

“So, what shall we do about informing the rest of the family? I am sure you have made plans already.”

“You know us too well, Elizabeth. We thought a family dinner on Friday ought to give everyone enough time to come if we send the invitations Monday or Tuesday at the latest. I know Charles and Alice will make it. Richard told me on the way here that he wants to invite Darcy and Georgiana himself. Oh yes, and we must include Mr. Bingley.”

Startled at the mentioning of her nephew's friend, Lady Fitzwilliam looked between her husband and son, “Mr. Bingley?”

“Yes. I want to invite him and inform him as well. You see, my sister Jane cares deeply for him, and I believe he feels the same but some kind of misunderstanding has occurred and he has not returned to Hertfordshire7 & 17. I hope to use this as an opportunity to bring them back together.”

Elizabeth Fitzwilliam's eyes' danced in amusement, “It seems you are developing the same habit as my goddaughter.”

Richard rolled his eyes, “Oh, please, do not compare me to Emma, mother11 . I am not actually matchmaking, rather attempting to clear up a misunderstanding between two people that do care for each other. Matchmaking is simply putting people together who do not know each other or do not see eye to eye.”

“Mmmhhmmm.” Lady Fitzwilliam calmly took a sip of tea as she traded an amused look with her husband.

“Mama!”

“Alright, Richard. I know you are not actively trying to match make, but it is still similar enough.”

“Can we please get back to the discussion at hand as we need to do?” Edward Fitzwilliam knew that if he did not break this up now, it could go on well into the next day. He really believed his wife and son enjoyed arguing over Richard's unmarried status.

“I guess so, but this argument is not over.”

“Of course not, mother.”

“Thank you. Now as I was saying, the one we will have the most difficulty with is my sister, Catherine. Catherine will come, but I fear she will try to impose herself on Darcy and insist on staying at his Townhouse.” Pursing her lips in exasperation, Lady Fitzwilliam nodded in agreement.

“That is too true. She will make the excuse that Anne should spend some time at her future home12. Poor Anne, she does not desire to marry Darcy, but must suffer her mother's wishes imposed upon her. I wish we could do something for her, but Lady Catherine accepts no arguments on the subject. I guess the only thing we can do is help Darcy. We need to think of something to keep Lady Catherine from staying at Darcy's home even when she descends upon them. I do not think we need doubt that she will stop at his home first.” She looked over her tea cup at her husband and son.

“True, Elizabeth, but how? My sister can be quite determined.”

“Why not have Darcy make the claim that several rooms are under redecoration or renovation and he is not able to provide room for her at the moment.” Lady Fitzwilliam sighed as another thought struck her, “ Knowing her though, she may insist on staying to oversee the changes made in order to ensure their accordance with her views of what her daughter's home should look like.”

Richard sat there pondering the subject and looked up when his adoptive mother finished speaking.

“Actually, I have an idea. If I go over and spend the day at Darcy's Townhouse when she is expected to arrive, I can remind her of your expecting her here. She would not dare slight you after the effort you will have made at providing proper rooms for her and Anne.”

“She may just decide it would be worth it in order to stay at Darcy's.”

“If that happens, Richard can send me a note. I will go and escort her here myself.” The Earl set down his cup with an air of determination. His wife sent him a glare for his harsh handling of her favorite tea set.

“Alright, I think we have that situation well in hand, but what do we do about Charles and Alice? You remember what happened the last time we had both they and your sister staying here at the same time.”

“We can air out the old blue rooms we closed off easily before they arrive. I am sure they will not mind staying in them if it means steering clear of my sister. There is even a room next to them that we can convert into a nursery and schoolroom for the children. After their last encounter with their Aunt, they do not want their children subjected to her and I cannot say I blame them. The baby already cries whenever she hears my sister's name.”

“From what little she has heard of her great-Aunt, it is no wonder she cries. Charles and Alice's tension as well as the older children's distress does not promote tender feelings for her Aunt. I remember how frustrated Evangeline grew in her Aunt's presence and how she allowed little James to hide behind her.”

“Well, perhaps we will think of a better solution before they arrive. However, we can keep the children away from her and in the nursery although I doubt if we can prevent her from lecturing Charles and Alice again. We cannot avoid all interaction before the dinner.”

“Unfortunately, that is true. Even though they find it infuriating to deal with Lady Catherine, Charles and Alice will put up with her in order to maintain some harmony and peace for us. I only hope we can prevent any major disagreements forming before our announcement. That is the last thing we need.”

“Truly.”

As the silence stretched out, no one knew what else to say. Finally, Colonel Fitzwilliam broke the silence, “I think I shall retire. I am feeling rather tired after our journey today. Might we finish this discussion on Monday?” After receiving an affirmative from his parents, he embraced them both and retreated to his room. He never noticed his mother's concerned eyes following him out the door. However, the Earl noticed his wife's expression.

“Elizabeth, Richard is fine. I have seen his interaction with his family and it all will be well.”

“Oh, I know it will be, but I also know that Richard is finding it more difficult than you might imagine. He hides his feelings well, maybe too well.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Simply by the look in his eyes. He is tired, more than just the fatigue of a long day and journey. I think he puts on the air of control and joviality to keep everyone calm. Even though he is struggling with it, he knows everyone else is too. He would not consider adding his own troubles to anyone else's especially when Lady Catherine's reaction is yet to come. He needs to talk to someone, Edmund, but he does not know who.”

“He should know he can talk to us.”

“He knows, but as I said, he also knows we are dealing with the discovery of our real child's death. Do your really think he would want to burden us with his own concerns? He feels our anxiety over the upcoming announcement to our family and worries over their reactions. Richard will not burden us. He might have gone to Darcy about this, however, for some unknown reason he feels he cannot. I will go up and talk to him in a few minutes, he needs a confidante or he will snap before this is all over.”

“What if he declares he is fine and refuses to talk about it?” Elizabeth Fitzwilliam smiled secretively.

“He will not. He learned long ago not to thwart me when I am sure something is troubling one of my children; and he knows I will never stop thinking of him as anything but my son.”

About half-an-hour later, Richard found himself still dressed and seated in front of the fireplace in his room. He looked around musing how at home he felt in it. It was simply furnished, but nice sized for him. Richard remembered his childhood and all the time he spent in this room. How much of this would have been different had I grown up at Longbourn with my sisters? Would they have invaded my room when they wanted to talk to me like I did to Charles? Would I have spent as much time in my room alone, or would I have joined Jane in lessons, or Lizzy on a walk or Mary and Kitty on the piano or . . . well, I do not know what I could have done with Lydia, but if I had grown up there, how might things have been different?

A light knock on the door which he recognized instantly as his mother's interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in, Mama.”

Lady Fitzwilliam entered the room to see her son straightening a little in his chair, obviously preparing for the inevitable. She walked over and took a seat across from him and decided to come straight to the point. “Richard, please, tell me how you are feeling? I know this has been difficult. We might be dealing with different aspects of this situation, but I know that each of us has found it equally difficult.”

Richard sighed, “Mama, my sisters are wonderful to me, all except Lydia that is and that, I believe, is because she is jealous. She thinks I am replacing her especially in our mother's affections. My parents,” he observed her flinch at the reference, “are very kind. They too have suffered and yet, sometimes I wish we had never found out. I know it is not right, but . . . it is all so much. Many will object to this change including Lady Catherine. I have five sisters to protect from the likes of . .. Umm .. . cads and the like.”

His sudden fumbling with words caused his mother to raise an eyebrow. Richard swallowed as he realized she would want to know what he had intended to say and why he had not wanted to tell her. In order to prevent her questioning, he hurried on, “I know I have been guardian to Georgiana, but she is only one person to protect and that responsibility I share with her brother. I am now the heir to an estate; not a large one like _______ or Pemberley, but still an estate. Will I be capable of handling all the responsibilities an estate entails? How do I even handle it all? I know you and Papa will be there to help, but you will have to divide that time between there and here.”

Pausing, a fearful look flashed in his eyes for a moment before he continued, “Can I even be sure that the friends I have will accept this? I know Darcy has been like a brother to me, but will this change or hurt our friendship substantially or will we weather it? How much is this situation going to affect my life too? It is so easy to just focus on helping you and Papa, my parents, and my sisters, but it is so hard to figure out how to deal with it myself. It would have been so much simpler not to have known and yet I want to know them. It is just so much to handle and there has not been much time to deal with it all. If it is not one thing, it is another. Not to mention that I find that not only do I have to adapt to a new family but fix problems my old one has created for them. I simply feel so alone in this.”

Lady Fitzwilliam observed the tear that trailed down her son's face as well as his absentmindedness in brushing the tear away. While her son could be very sentimental, he always took care not to cry in front of people. She witnessed the frustration and sadness in the stiff posture and the tiredness in his eyes. Most people never noticed when Richard was upset as he as he almost always managed to persuade people he was always happy; nevertheless, having raised him and spent so much time with him as a child, she could see the signs of depression brewing.

Leaning forward, she took her son's hand in hers and rested them on the arm of his chair, “Richard, you are not alone, but you must tell us when you are upset. You talk to me because right now you have no choice and cannot trick me into believing you are well. I know you want to spare me your troubles when you know what I am dealing with already. However, you are hurting under all this change and need the comfort of family and friends who understand as much as I do. Remember, you now have several sisters and two new parents to turn to, but you must confide some things in them, if you are ever to truly become a part of their family.”

Here she paused as she chose her words carefully, “Also, I do not know what problems our family has created for the Bennets, but I am guessing that it has something to do with Miss Bennet and Mr. Bingley.”

She grinned internally when her son's head shot up to meet her eyes. She could still read him like a book, but putting that aside she continued, “Even so, it is not just your responsibility in helping them. I am sure others would be willing to help, if you only asked. I would very much like to help, if you will let me. Please, Richard, let me help?”

Richard closed his eyes as he understood his mother's logic in settling the situation. He realized that he had again taken charge of the situation and neglected turning to those who could be of assistance. However, he frowned at her intuition being correct, again.

“Mama, I would greatly appreciate all the help you can provide, but you are right, I do not want to burden you with more.”

“Nonsense, Richard. You are not a burden and although you are now a Bennet, you are still the son I raised and love. I want to help you, now tell me what has happened.” Richard nodded and gave in.

Over the next few minutes, Richard related everything from his belief of Darcy's interference in Bingley and Jane's relationship to Elizabeth's dislike of Darcy and Darcy's admiration for her 13. For her credit, Elizabeth Fitzwilliam sat there silently listening, only raising her eyebrows on a couple of occasions namely the discovery of her nephew's admiration for a young lady.

“Well, I can imagine this is a fine mess Darcy has created. I shall have to talk with him. I will not mention the interference, naturally, for I do think it would be better coming from you after the dinner Friday. He will not question your knowledge of it as he will mine. What you have told me helps me make sense of his current behavior. He looked a little worn when he called upon us after he returned to London last week. I have also heard by way of Georgiana that her brother has been a little distracted as well. I can use that as my excuse to call. He will not refuse to talk to me.”

“For sure he will not. You have been like a mother to him since Aunt Anne passed away.”

“I wish I had not needed to take that role, but with Anne's untimely death, there was no one else.” Realizing how depressing the conversation had turned, she tried to lighten the conversation. “I could not very well leave him in the hands of his Aunt Cat now could I?”

Swinging his head over to face his mother, he took note of the sparkle in her eye. He immediately closed his mouth which had somehow fallen open.

“How did you know of Darcy's and my nickname for Aunt Catherine?”

“Well, let me just say that you might want to be absolutely sure the Library is empty before you start holding a conversation you do not want overheard.”

Richard frowned trying to think of when that might have happened, “When did you overhear us?”

“Almost fifteen years ago at Rosings. It has provided us with a great deal of amusement over those years.”

“You mean you told Papa? or was he there too?” He swallowed wondering what his father thought of this.

“He overheard you as well. We were trying to affect our own escape from his sister too.”

“By hiding in the Library?”

“No, by taking the side entrance out. Sir Louis showed your father . . . errr . . . my husband the door one day so that we could escape when we needed to. Apparently, he never told Lady Catherine about it.”

“You mean to say Rosings has a secret passage we could have used to get away from her all this time and you never told us?”

“It is not exactly a secret passage, it is more like a hidden door to the corridor beyond. We never told you because Sir Louis asked us not to. He feared you boys would continually use the door and one day forget to close it and thus preventing any future means of escaping his wife on occasion.”

“Oh.” When he did not say anymore, Lady Fitzwilliam continued.

“Well, anyway, I will go call on Darcy on Tuesday while you are resigning your commission.”

“Actually, I would like to call on Darcy first. I want to extend the invitation myself and talk to him, if that is acceptable.”

Lady Elizabeth smiled, “Of course it is. I will simply call on Wednesday in order for him to have a bit of a break from our interrogations.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

As silence pervaded the room and the heavier feeling of earlier began to return. So that her son might not dwell on recent troubles, Lady Fitzwilliam needed to lighten the situation and there was only one way she could be assured of success. Her grin alerted him and he groaned as she began.

“So, you admit to matchmaking. After all, you said Miss Elizabeth does not like Darcy and you declared earlier that matchmaking involved putting people together who did not initially get along.”

Richard rolled his eyes knowing that he would forever endure his mother's teasing for this, “No mother, she does not like him. However, much of the situation involves a great deal of misinformation. Thus, I am simply correcting that. I believe that I am rightfully upset that Darcy insulted Lizzy 2 , and I will talk to him about it. I will also correct her view of him by relating my own experiences with Darcy. If after that, Darcy fails, then I will not push her to accept him or give her grief over it.”

“I understand much has happened, but I still think you should ask Emma for help in your plans.”

“Urgh, Mama! Once and for all, I am not interested in Emma and will not start courting her! I still remember how curt that gentleman whose brother is married to her sister, oh what is his name . . . Knightley as I recall, acted toward me when we visited a year ago 14 . All I did was laugh and joke a little with Emma and he became quite cool. I only wish the gentleman would realize how in love with her he is and propose and for her to accept that she returns his affections so that you will stop torturing me with the idea of courting her! 15 ”

Her eyes danced as she suppressed her mirth at her son's irritation. Lady Fitzwilliam watched him as he pursed his lips and stared at the fire with his arms folded and slouched back in his chair with his legs extended on the floor in front of him. She still remembered him doing this as a child whenever he was highly annoyed with someone.

“Well, be thankful son, that although I would wish for a match and tease you with it, I would never force one upon you like Lady Catherine does to her daughter and attempts to do to Darcy. I will tell you my hopes, but wish for your happiness.”

Richard's annoyance softened and he smiled as he looked over at the woman who raised him. He leaned forward and reached and took her hand in his, “Thank You, Mama. You always try to do what is best, but always listen to the needs and troubles of others too.”

“Everything will turn out well. You will see. We may have troubles now, but everything will turn out for out best.”

Chapter 11

Sunday passed with little excitement and the Fitzwilliams, including the Colonel, enjoyed further discussing the week at Longbourn. Lady Fitzwilliam longed to meet Richard's sisters. She particularly wanted to meet Miss Elizabeth who not only received such glowing reports from Richard but acquired her nephew's affection too.

Monday finally arrived and by noon the family had finalized the plans for the dinner. The Earl and Richard spent the afternoon writing and sending the invitations while Lady Fitzwilliam made arrangements with the housekeeper and servants to have certain rooms aired out and prepared. Once learning the identity of one particular guest, the housekeeper and all the servants immediately set to work organizing the rooms as most had experience with that guest's exacting requirements. No one looked forward to the upcoming visit and all mentally prepared themselves for the criticism soon to come. No one complained either, knowing how the family would suffer as much as they.

As Richard insisted on resigning his commission first thing in the morning and visiting Darcy to extend his invitation immediately after, he retired early. Before he fell asleep, he mentally added shopping to his list. He needed to choose a few gifts for his sisters.

Richard walked up the steps to Darcy's townhouse. The morning had gone well and his resignation was readily accepted. A couple of his fellow officers whom he considered friends expressed their regret at his leaving, but wished him well in whatever pursuit caused him to leave. He grew exasperated when the one winked at the other and conjectured about his reason for resigning. He failed to persuade them that he was not in the process of becoming engaged.

Looking at the door, he sighed apprehensively before taking a deep breath and knocking. He did not know why he felt suddenly nervous. Only a few moments passed before an older footman answered the door.

“Why Colonel Fitzwilliam, this is a surprise. I am sure Mr. Darcy will be very happy to see you.”

Richard smiled, he had known this man since he was a child and deeply respected him for the patience he had shown him with all his antics, “Mr. Johnson, it is good to see you well. How is your leg? Has it healed well?”

“Oh, indeed, it has. Mr. Darcy was very kind in calling the doctor, but it has healed very nicely and I have finally been allowed to resume my duties. Thank you so much for asking. Would you like me to take you to Mr. Darcy?”

“Indeed, I have come to issue an invitation to both he and Georgiana. Would it be possible to see him now?”

“Certainly, sir, though I should tell you he has one guest, a Mr. Bingley.”

“All the better, I have an invitation to extend to him as well.”

“I will take you there, then. Though I doubt you need me to lead you there.” Richard smiled in response.

After being announced, Richard entered the study to see his fatigued cousin stand up to greet him. Despite the out-of-character appearance, Darcy still greeted his cousin with much enthusiasm. Bingley also greeted him cheerfully even though he looked somewhat depressed.

“Fitzwilliam, it is good to see you. How is everything at home? Did you and your father have a good journey?” Darcy greeted his cousin. As Bingley stood to take his leave, Richard reacted quickly. He had to keep him there and knew one subject capable of generating interest so he spoke quickly.

“Everyone is fine. My father and I did have a good journey. Would you believe that the business my father recalled me about took me into Hertfordshire?” He witnessed how both gentlemen looked startled and then extremely interested. So he continued as he took a seat and the other two gentlemen resumed theirs, “I actually met Miss Bennet's family while I was there.”

“You did? How were they? Did you see Miss Elizabeth there? I heard her family had asked for her immediate return.” All of Darcy's questions came so quickly that it could easily be interpreted as eagerness.

“Yes I saw Eliza . . . Miss Elizabeth there. Her family had some good news and wanted her to return to join them.” Darcy frowned deeply at Richard's slip.

“How did you find them? What kind of good news?” Understanding Bingley's concern over the type of good news, Richard quickly put it to rest.

“Apparently, something came up involving curtailing the entailment on the estate 16. I think all felt quite a bit of relief. They all seemed quite nice. I found the five Miss Bennets quite agreeable and Mrs. Bennet thoughtful and amiable.” The now former Colonel found it difficult to keep a straight face at the other gentlemen's expressions. Darcy's face was priceless. His eyebrows reached for his hairline and his eyes clearly indicated that he thought his cousin suffering from some illness or a severe head wound. Bingley remained totally unaware of anything that was said except for the fact that were still five Miss Bennets.

“So did the business you had turn out well?” Darcy asked as he grumpily changed the subject.

“Yes it did and it is why I am here.”

Feeling a little out of place, Bingley rose, “I think I shall take my leave now . . .”

“No, please Bingley, stay. This should interest you as well as it involves some neighbours close to your Netherfield estate.”

“It does?” He asked as he returned to his seat clearly wondering if it involved the Bennets somehow.

“Yes, it does.” Richard paused as something crossed his mind. Anxiously, he continued to speak as if he worried about saying something unpleasant or rude, “Bingley, before I say more, might I ask if your sisters are here?”

Sighing, Bingley closed his eyes for a moment. My sisters certainly know how to make themselves unwelcome. Even Colonel Fitzwilliam who gets along well with everyone does not want them near. I am even beginning to agree with him. “Caroline and Louisa went shopping again. I am assuming you do not want them to hear or know about what ever it is you are to reveal?”

Richard raised his eyebrows and looked over at Darcy who looked equally surprised at this candid and annoyed comment from Mr. Bingley. Even though they both knew that Bingley was well aware that they only tolerated his sisters' behaviour, they had never heard him speak so openly about it.

“Do not be surprised. Over the past few months in Town, I have seen how little liked my sisters are by many people and I can understand it. They have become tiresome even to me. Every day they express their opinions on this or that multiple times and ignore my own thoughts on the same issues. If you are bothered by their presence or wish to tell me something without their knowledge, simply tell me and do not worry that you will insult or hurt me by doing so.” Bingley observed the still stunned expressions of his friend and the Colonel. Well, I dare say they are surprised at the more strong-minded person they have just encountered compared to the indecisive person I have been.

“Alright. Ah . . . Well, it does make this easier. I came today on behalf of my parents and myself to announce a family dinner, Friday evening, where an announcement will take place. I came to invite Darcy and Georgiana and I extend it to you as well, Bingley.”

“But if this is a family dinner . . .” Bingley started to protest.

“It does not matter. You will have as much right to hear about this as my family.”

Richard watched the gentleman sit there and consider if he should intrude or if his curiosity about the Hertfordshire family was stronger. Apparently, the later held the greater sway, for he looked up with a wide smile, “Thank you. I shall be sure to come.”

“Good. Now, Darcy, what about you and Georgiana? Will you come?” For a moment he felt concern that his cousin would actually refuse to attend. Darcy looked a little pale. However, the fear disappeared when Darcy nodded.

“Yes, Georgiana and I will attend. How can I refuse the opportunity to discover why you are acting so mysterious. I only have one question and concern. Is Lady Catherine to be there?”

“Yes, she is invited.” Darcy groaned. Bingley raised an eyebrow, intrigued at anyone disconcerting his friend while Richard sympathized with Darcy's predicament.

“We will come, Fitzwilliam, but please place Georgiana as far away from her as possible and inform your mother that she exercise all of her skills to keep Aunt Catherine from frightening my sister.”

“Do not worry, my mother knows how to handle Aunt Cat and, besides, Charles and Alice will be there too. Alice has a talent for turning a conversation in a more desirable direction. As soon as she arrives I will let her know the situation. I have no doubts she will help to the best of her ability.”

“Thank you.” The relief etched into Darcy's face was conspicuous.

“Did you really think I would shirk my duties as Georgiana's guardian? I can think of some things you know.”

Darcy winced, “I did not mean to imply that Richard and you know it. I only fear the effect our Aunt will have on her.”

Richard's expression softened, “So do I.” Pausing for a moment he realized how much they had said in front of Bingley. Thinking it best to leave, he stood.

“Well, I have to go. I only came to deliver the invitations. Look forward to seeing you both at the dinner on Friday.”

“Wait, Richard, can you not stay for even a few minutes? Surely you can answer a few questions?” Grinning to himself, Richard could see his cousin wanted to know about the Bennets as much as Bingley did who immediately seconded Darcy's request.

“No, I cannot. I am sorry to disappoint your curiosity, but I do have more business to attend to and you would gain no more information than you already know. Goodbye.” With that, Richard walked out the door leaving two very curious and annoyed gentlemen in his wake.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7-8, 10, 18; Volume 2 Chapter 5, 10-13; Volume 3 Chapter 7, 12, 16-17.
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 23; Volume 2 Chapter 1-3, 7; Volume 3 Chapter 6
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13; Volume 2 Chapter 6-7, 9
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13, 19; Volume 2 Chapter 8, 14
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3, 4
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 10-12
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6-8; Volume 3 Chapter 14, 16
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 14
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6-8
11) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 1
12) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16
13) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3, 5-6, 12; Volume 2 Chapter 10-12
14) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 1, 18, 25, 28
15) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 47, 49
16) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7; Volume 2 Chapter 6
17) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 21; Volume 2 Chapter 1

Restoring the Heir ~ Section IV

By Lori

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Chapter 12

Posted on Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Although the Fitzwilliam townhouse usually remained in readiness, the entire house spent Wednesday in busy preparation for the arrival of the first guests, so much so that Lady Elizabeth Fitzwilliam found herself unable to make her call on Darcy as she had hoped. Due to certain guest's particular requirements, a number of changes needed completion in order to accommodate said guest and the comfort of the others.

By late afternoon, Edmund and Elizabeth Fitzwilliam and Richard exited the house when they saw a carriage approaching. When it came to a halt, they waited for them to exit the vehicle to greet them. As soon as a footman opened the door, a little blond haired girl flew out of the carriage and flung her arms around Richard's waist.

“Oh, Uncle Richard! It is so good to see you! I so dreaded coming when Mama and Papa told us that Aunt Catherine was to be here, but I knew it would be so much better when they added you would be here too.” The little girl continued to rattle off all the reasons she was so glad to see him while her grinning father exited the carriage and helped down his five-year-old son. No sooner than his feet touched the ground, the little boy ran to his uncle, attaching himself to his uncle's leg.

Next, Charles Fitzwilliam, who looked much like his mother except for his height and eyes, took his little one-year-old daughter from his wife and handed her to his mother who impatiently reached out to hold her youngest grand-child. Finally, Alice Fitzwilliam, a beautiful blond-haired woman with dark blue eyes, stepped down with her husband's help. They shared an amused look at Richard's mixed expression of joy in seeing his nieces and nephew and a trapped look.

When the little girl finally stopped for a breath of air, Richard grabbed the opportunity to get a word in edgewise. “I am glad to see you too, Eva, but could you possibly let go long enough for me to properly greet your brother and sister? I promise we will spend time talking later, alright?”

The little girl blushed in embarrassment and stepped back but was happy in the knowledge that she could spend time with her favorite uncle later.

Richard reached down and detached the little boy from his leg and picked him up. “So, how's my favorite nephew?”

“Happy to see you.” With that he flung his arms around his uncle's neck and hung on.

Richard smiled, and after talking a little put the boy down and went over to greet his brother and sister-in-law who had spent their time divided between talking with their parents and glancing at him and the children in amusement.

“Charles, it is good to see you.”

“It is good to see you too. We missed you the last time we came home. It seems that our visits have not coincided well.”

“No they have not, and I doubt this one will be long either.”

“Yes, I know there is something you want to announce. Could it be that some young lady has finally attracted your attention enough to think of marriage?”

At this, his wife interrupted, “Now Charles, I highly doubt it has anything to do with marriage for your brother. I have a feeling that whatever this announcement is, it will surprise us more than a marriage announcement ever would. Am I correct brother?”

“Indeed you are, Alice. We found it quite shocking ourselves when we first learned of it.”

“So you know what it is. Why do you not tell us?”

“You will have to wait, we want to tell everyone all at once. It will be easier that way. Aunt Catherine will be there, as well as Anne. Darcy and Georgiana will also attend and so will Mr. Bingley.”

“Mr. Bingley? Is not he some friend of Darcy's? He is no relation to us so why is he coming?”

“He is coming because we asked him to attend especially as we believe that this news will have some bearing on himself, though not in the same way it affects us. Anyway, it is not necessary to discuss this right now. Let us all go in and you can refresh yourselves from your journey and then we can all spend a nice evening together.” Elizabeth Fitzwilliam announced as she started for the door carrying her youngest grand-child.

“Mama, are you ever going to let me hold my little niece?” Richard called after her. She stopped for a moment as she glanced back over her shoulder with a grin.

“Not likely. I have not had much chance to hold little Constance Elizabeth and I intend to hold her while I have a chance.”

A burst of laughter escaped the group at Richard's annoyed expression. As they all turned to enter the house, Alice Fitzwilliam leaned down taking little James Edmund's hand so that he would walk in with her. Amusement spread throughout the party when the little blond-haired Evangeline Anne again attached herself to her uncle by grabbing his hand when they walked in.

That evening, the Fitzwilliam family spent a pleasant evening enjoying simply being together again. Evangeline tried to monopolize her uncle's attention; however, she was eventually forced to share his attention. Little James took up residence in his uncle's lap after dinner only to be taken to the nursery a few minutes later as he had fallen sound asleep. Richard delighted in the opportunity he found to hold little Constance before her mother took her to join her brother.

After Evangeline left for the nursery sometime later, the rest of the Fitzwilliams relaxed and talked over many things since the last time they were together. One of these things included little Constance's learning to run which delighted them all. Charles Fitzwilliam continued to tease his brother by stating that his certainty of the announcement being one of matrimony. His exasperated wife continued to disagree and state the opposite while everyone else looked on at the friendly disagreement between the young couple.

Chapter 13

Although the Fitzwilliams enjoyed laughing and talking together throughout Thursday morning, the children grew dejected at their Uncle's plans to leave. Only when he told them he had to rescue cousin Darcy from the clutches of Aunt Catherine did they cheer up. The two elder children giggled at this, but little Constance began to tear up at hearing her great-Aunt's name again.

Meanwhile, the Darcy Townhouse was in a state of trepidation. Darcy and Georgiana sat down to a silent breakfast, neither in the mood to speak. The servants who brought the food felt the tension not only from the Darcy siblings, but from the Housekeeper, Mrs. White who had them working hard preparing everything for the aftermath of the inevitable visit by Lady Catherine de Bourgh. She had been with the family since Darcy was seven years old and remembered the lecture the elder Mr. Darcy had given her regarding his sister-in-law. She always knew to prepare anything comforting from favorite foods to special teas, setting out certain books or music and so on when she knew there was to be an encounter with said Lady. Ever since the yearly visits to Rosings had started1 , she had been preparing these things for the family, or in recent years just for Mr. Darcy on his return.

She felt saddened to see this family she respected so much, so tense from an unwanted visit by a relative. Shaking her head, she left them to breakfast.

As breakfast finished with both plates remaining relatively untouched, Georgiana turned to her brother, “Fitzwilliam, what do I do? I know Aunt Catherine will want me to spend time with her and she will find something else wrong with me, I know she will. I am afraid she will find out about . . . about last summer. 2 ”

Looking at his sister's face, he noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. Reaching over he took her hand, “Georgiana, please do not worry. I will not let her find out nor criticize you. In fact, you are not even going to be here this afternoon.”

Confusion filled her eyes, “But where can I go? I certainly cannot go to Aunt and Uncle Fitzwilliams' as she will be going there to stay eventually, I hope.”

“No, not there, but I will send you to Mr. and Mrs. Knightley3 . As you know Mrs. Knightley's sister is Aunt Fitzwilliam's God-daughter and they agreed to provide a haven for you for the day3. They have even offered to have you stay the entire duration of our Aunt's visit should we fail to convince her to stay at our Uncle's house. It would mean Richard or I would have to tell you the news later, but it is worth it.”

“But I do not really know them.”

“Georgiana, I know these people very well. I went to school with Mr. John Knightly and while he is somewhat formal4, he is a very trustworthy gentleman. His family is very friendly and nice. They have several children3 who I think you will like immensely. Actually, the Knightley's remain one of the few families whose society I feel comfortable in. You know how rare that is.”

“Thank you, brother. That is certainly a high recommendation. I only feel like I will be imposing.”

“Georgiana, they do not mind in the least. They understand the situation and as good friends, they want to help.”

She sighed, “Oh, I am sure they are wonderful people especially since you think so well of them. It is only difficult to talk to them and generally be comfortable with them until I know them better5. Still, if my discomfort at new acquaintances is easier and more pleasant than to stay here with Aunt Catherine.” Pausing, she bit her lip before looking up at her brother, “Why does she always find fault with my playing? 6 I practice very hard, and my music master told me I could not do better on some of the very pieces she criticized.”

“I honestly do not know why, but I find that she likes everything done a certain way. The best way to deal with her is to simply listen to what she says and then ignore it. If you voice disagreement with her, she will only become argumentative until you agree with her opinion.”

“It still hurts though.”

“Of course it does, but you can prevent further hurt later. It will be impossible, though, for us to avoid all confrontation with our Aunt.” This turn in the conversation brought to mind the one subject guaranteed to cause an explosion for his Aunt. He grimaced as he considered the inevitability of another such altercation7.

Noticing her brother's sudden preoccupation, Georgiana immediately realized what bothered him. She reached out and put her hand over his, “I wish there was someway we could both avoid facing our Aunt. She makes so many demands of you. I feel like a weakling for running away like this.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she lowered her head and realized what her absence would cause for her brother.

Gently lifting her head with his finger, he looked into her face. “Now, now, Georgiana, it is alright. I have had a great deal more practice in dealing with our Aunt than you have and knowing that you are safe and free from the pain of our Aunt's first visit makes it all the easier to endure.”

Sniffing, she smiled, nodded and lowered her head again. Drying her eyes with her handkerchief, she smiled more brightly. “I guess I will have to go have some of my clothes packed just in case our Aunt proves not persuadable.”

“Actually, I already asked your maid to handle everything since there is little time left before our Aunt's arrival and you know how likely it is for her to arrive early.”

Georgiana slouched in her seat at that. “How long until the carriage is ready to take me to the Knightleys'?”

After an hour, Miss Georgiana Darcy found herself standing by the front door waiting to say farewell to her brother for however long this parting would last. Her trunk was already loaded in the carriage and her brother had instructed the coachman and footman to remain at the Knightley's until they received word. If Lady Catherine would not leave the Darcy Townhouse, they would unload her trunk before returning.

As she stood there wondering where her brother had disappeared to, the front door began to open. Fearing that Lady Catherine had indeed broken her own record and arrived earlier than she ever had, she froze.

When the door opened fully, it revealed the smiling face of her cousin Richard. Letting out a relieved sigh, she ran to her cousin and threw her arms around him. Astonished at her reaction despite his increased immunity to such outbursts by his week with his sisters, he simply held her and waited for her to tell him what was wrong. However, he grew bewildered as he listened to her laugh.

Before he could say anything, Darcy walked in and raised an eyebrow at the scene, “What is so funny?”

Richard shrugged as much as he could while holding his cousin, “Do not ask me, Darcy. Ask your sister. She seemed a little upset when I walked in, but then ran over, hugged me and started laughing.”

Finally releasing her cousin, Georgiana stepped back with a smile, “For a moment, I thought it was Aunt Catherine, but when the door opened fully and I saw you, cousin, I simply could not help my relief turning into laughter. I felt so ridiculous, the laughter just would not stop.”

Equally nervous as she about dealing with Lady Catherine de Bourgh, they both laughed with her.

A few minutes later, the gentlemen saw Georgiana off and retired to Darcy's study to await their Aunt's arrival. They did not have to wait long.

Each heard the distinctive approach of their Aunt as she was led to Darcy's study. Her non-stop appraisal of the house and how it needed a woman's touch7 caused the two cousins to share an annoyed although resigned look.

“Ah, Darcy, there you are. Why were you not out front to meet me upon my arrival? That is hardly proper nephew.”

“You were not expected for another two hours, Aunt . . .”

“Nevertheless, you should have been prepared. Also, where is dear Georgiana? I have not seen her in so long. Darcy, she should be here to meet her Aunt, not lollygagging away at some frivolous pursuit.”

Swallowing his irritation at his Aunt's unfeeling comments, he responded as calmly as possible, “My sister is visiting friends, Aunt.”

Before he could continue, Lady Catherine interrupted, “Really! Darcy, this just goes to show that she needs a woman's influence in her life. You are not raising her to be a dutiful young woman as she ought to be. She should have been here to greet her Aunt rather than running off paying calls that should have been done at another time. Decent friends would understand the need to pay one's duty to one's family and defer the visit to another time.”

She trailed off as she noted her other nephew's presence. Although she wished to continue in the same vein for some while, she could not but acknowledge her other nephew.

“Good day, Colonel Fitzwilliam. What are you doing here?”

Richard grimaced at his Aunt's dismissive manner of address, which went unnoticed by that same lady. “It is good to see you again so soon, Aunt.”

“As it is you nephew, but you have not answered my question.”

“And might I add, Aunt, that my mother might feel it a little amiss that you called on Darcy before greeting her at her home and allowing the servants time to move your things to the rooms she has prepared for you and Anne.”

“Nonsense, I was to stay here at Darcy's Townhouse! Besides, I am sure your mother will have enough to handle with your brother's family there. Charles' children are so poorly behaved, I do not know why your brother does not discipline them properly. Moreover, the children's noisiness will disturb my Anne's rest. I would not have dreamed of bringing her if my brother had not insisted on it. Anne is so delicate that any trip such as this tires her greatly6&8. Ah, if only she had been healthier, she would have been especially pretty after any journey, would she not, Darcy6?”

Darcy's response sounded much more like clearing one's throat rather than an affirmation; however, Richard easily noted the strained look on his face. His cousin never wished to insult their cousin Anne but at the same time he did not wish to encourage his Aunt's beliefs in their future union. Deciding to end the situation before it got too out of hand, Richard intervened.

“Hardly, the house is plenty large enough for more guests. Every possible convenience has been already prepared for you and Anne. In fact, my brother and his family have taken the old blue rooms and the adjoining green room has been turned into a nursery. Those are quite on the opposite side from yours and Anne's rooms. So any boisterousness will not disturb Anne's rest or yours for that matter.”

“The old blue rooms! Those are hardly fit to be seen let alone lived in. Why . . .”

“Aunt, the rooms have been thoroughly cleaned and completely livable if not decorated to current fashions. Both Charles and Alice find it quite acceptable. Besides, my mother will be most put out if you do not come after all the work she has done and that would upset my father as you well know.”

Lady Catherine mentally weighed the odds. She did not want to risk her brother's ire at the same time she desperately wanted to stay at Darcy's so that Anne could have some opportunity to adjust to her future position7 and she could oversee Georgiana's progress and make the changes Darcy refused to do. In the end, staying in her brother's good favour won.

“I suppose you are correct, nephew. However, I am extremely put out that Anne has had no opportunity to see more of her future home7. As it is, I will go on to my brother's home as Anne needs her rest after such a fatiguing journey.” Turning a severe glare on her favorite nephew, “However, I expect that you will entertain a visit from Anne and myself before we return home.” After punctuating her meaning with another severe look, she turned and headed back for her carriage.

Darcy sighed in relief that his Aunt left and that he did not have to consent to the future visit. Both gentleman felt the tension dissipate as their Aunt left, but both dreaded the upcoming confrontation that was bound to happen.

Chapter 14

With curiosity mounting throughout Thursday evening, the day for the big announcement came in a rain storm. The Fitzwilliams and Richard felt the gloomy atmosphere more than anyone.

From the moment Lady Catherine set foot in the house, she found something not to her liking and dispensed with much unwanted advice9. This annoyed everyone on the receiving end as no one had yet discovered a means in which to inform said Lady of the undesirability of her advice. Lady Catherine's foul mood at her failure to procure a means to stay at Darcy's home only made the situation worse as she took out her ire on everyone, especially the servants. One maid, who only started working for them a week prior, was reduced to tears. The Earl even bore the brunt of his sister's tirade over his invitation to Mr. Bingley. However, no matter how demanding she became, the Earl refused to budge. Finally, in exasperation, Lady Catherine returned to her rooms asking not to be disturbed much to the relief of everyone in the house.

Charles and Alice Fitzwilliam felt distinct relief at her retreat as their Aunt had paid particular attention to them by renewing her parenting lecture from their last visit. The Fitzwilliams found one bright spot in that they managed to avoid subjecting their children to her criticisms. When not with their Aunt, they tried to keep their children occupied as much as possible as the downpour outside prevented the energetic children from their usual outdoor pursuits.

The rain finally eased to a steady drizzle only an hour before dinner. Soon, the Darcy's and Bingley arrived and the meal began.

Richard proved as good as his word. When the party went to the dining room, he escorted Lady Catherine to her seat by her brother quite at the other end of the table from Darcy and Georgiana. Her sour expression declared her displeasure at this fact quite clearly. On the other hand, the traces of relief in Georgiana and Darcy's faces showed their complete approval of the seating plan.

Still, not everyone was entirely pleased with this arrangement. Regardless of the fact that it was he who decided that his sister should sit by him so that he might take the brunt of her reaction, the Earl grimaced internally at having to converse with her all evening.

As relieved as Darcy felt over his sister's placement next to their Aunt Fitzwilliam and himself with Richard seated right across from her, he could not help but pity his friend. Due to the struggles to place Georgiana away from Lady Catherine, Bingley was unfortunately placed right across from Anne putting him close enough to Lady Catherine to be the recipient of her interrogation. As Darcy observed the interaction, he noticed that even his mild-mannered friend struggled to find patience and kindness in the face of such ill-behaviour displayed in her critical remarks. However, Alice Fitzwilliam, ever the diplomat of the family and despite the placement of Anne between her and her husband's Aunt pulled Lady Catherine away from time to time so that Bingley could find a much needed a respite.

Eventually, as each course disappeared, the time came closer to reveal Richard's real family. After everyone finished the desert, Lord Fitzwilliam stood up to make the announcement.

“Ahem. It is time you all learn exactly why you are here.” Everyone fell silent and turned to watch the Earl. Even Lady Catherine remained quiet. “A couple of weeks ago, a situation was brought to my attention. I discovered that twenty-eight years ago my son was still- born and was switched with another family's son.”

The only sound that filled the room was Lady Catherine's shattering wine glass as she dropped it. Her mouth hung agape. Words seemed to fail her as she closed her mouth and pursed her lips. While she was thus immobilized from shock and fury, the other members of the company suffered their own shock.

Darcy's expression was a mixture of confusion and relief. However, he brushed his shock aside when he saw his sister's trembling. He reached over, and squeezed her hand to reassure her.

Charles Fitzwilliam could only look at the man he called a brother all his life in shock unable to comprehend the change. His wife, however, overcame her own surprise enough to shoot a smug look at her husband at having been right.

The news even caused the normally complacent Anne to start. Her eyes widened as she looked at her cousin. Hurriedly blinking tears away, she turned her head back to her plate while taking a number of deep breaths to calm herself.

The only one, besides the ones who already knew, to remain relatively clam was Mr. Bingley who frowned as he put the pieces together in his mind.

Finally, Lady Catherine broke the deafening silence. “Nonsense! It is impossible. No one could have entered this house, performed this so-called switch and leave without being seen.” Her fury clearly reflected in her eyes as she glared at her brother.

The Earl calmly leaned down with both hands on the table and looked down at her, meeting her eyes. “Sister, you forget. We were at an Inn the night Richard was born. If you remember, we were on our way back from attending my sister-in-law's funeral when Elizabeth went into labour. When we arrived, the midwife was attending another couple who stopped for the same reason. As it turns out, her nephew was in line to inherit this other couple's estate through entailment10. So, to help ensure his possible inheritance, she switched our still born with their son.”

“It is of no consequence. Richard is a Fitzwilliam. Even if it is true, which is hardly likely, we do not need to make it known. We can go on as always. Thus, the matter is settled.” Lady Catherine slapped her hand on the table. This did not impress her brother as he tightened his jaw and raised an eyebrow in irritation. His sister's attitude was already straining his composure and patience.

“Richard's real family has already been informed and as they have five daughters and no son, they have even more right to have Richard back.”

Darcy went slightly pale and his eyes widened a little as his head shot around to look at his cousin only to perceive an expression that revealed nothing. Richard sat there, expressionless.

Nodding his head a little, an equally pale Bingley took this as confirmation of his own speculation.

“But as the son of an Earl . . .”

“Catherine, you will not win this argument. Richard by his own choice with Elizabeth's and my support will go back to his real family and that is an end to it.”

This time, Lady Catherine slammed her hand against the table top. Her glare aimed every ounce of her anger at her brother. “It is not an end to it. It will be a scandal to affect us all. Have you no consideration for how this will affect the rest of us? How can you be sure this midwife is not conspiring with this family by making up this preposterous story? No doubt they desperately need an heir and their brief acquaintance with you provided an opportunity. Do you not see you are being used? Tell me the family's name and where they can be found and I will straighten out this mess before it reaches public knowledge.”

“You will do no such thing. All anyone would have to do to see we tell the truth is look at Richard and Mr. Bennet standing together to see they are related. The resemblance is completely uncanny. If they had been the same age, people would declare them to be twins. Now, you will let this matter drop, Catherine.” The Earl demanded as he struggled to control his anger at his sister's unreasonable and heartless attitude.

“I will not let this drop, brother. You said their name was Bennet?” She turned and leaned over the table in order to see Richard, “Nephew, is this the same family to that young woman who was visiting Mr. and Mrs. Collins when you were at Rosings?”

He almost imperceptibly turned his head to regard her stonily before replying coolly, “Yes. Miss Elizabeth Bennet is my sister and I am perfectly happy admitting as much.”

“Ha! Based on her impertinent manner and inability to acknowledge her superiors11, I would say she is nothing to this family. I had thought her family to be the same, but Mr. Collins assures me that the others were far worse.”

Unable to take any more of Lady Catherine's snobbery and insulting behaviour, Mr. Bingley straightened in his chair as he clenched his jaw and glared at her. “You should not believe everything you hear, madam, for I can assure you they are not as bad as Mr. Collins has said. The eldest daughter is quite dignified, sweet and kind18. There may be some ill manners among some members2, however every family is prone to having at least one such in their ranks.” Several people suppressed a smile at this and a couple braved a quick glance at Lady Catherine. Bingley continued, “You might want to consider questioning Mr. Collins motive for his comments on the Bennets. After all, a break existed between the families as I recall12.”

“Indeed. No doubt it was the fault of the Bennets. And it seems your association with that family has addled your brains and made you inconsiderate of those above your social standing.”

Bingley leaned forward in his seat and stared right into Lady Catherine's eyes. “If anything, the Bennets have made me more aware of the world I live in. I have no intentions of being inconsiderate, only honest and as I have learned recently, sometimes honesty can hurt2&14.”

Already stunned by his Uncle's disclosure, Darcy paled further at Bingley's last statement. He means me. He knows I told him what I honestly thought Miss Bennet felt and it hurt him deeply2&14. I had intended to keep him from the pain of unequal marriage and instead I caused him to feel heartache at being separated from the woman he loves.

Even with all these thoughts going though his head, Darcy could not stop thinking of the main issue. Now, I find that Richard is the brother to all the Bennet sisters. Elizabeth and Richard are sister and brother. No wonder they share so much in common including their sense of humour. This also means that he is the brother to Miss Bennet as well. Richard will be furious that I interfered2&14. So much so, I fear he might slow or prevent my suit of Elizabeth. I fervently hope that both he and Bingley can forgive my meddling.

Observing Mr. Bingley closely, Richard noticed the sadness touching the gentleman's face at the end of his outburst. Turning his head, he observed his cousin's reaction. Darcy's pale countenance combined with the pained expression as he watched his friend caused the former Colonel's anger to cool. Seeing his cousin's obvious remorse, he could not hold a grudge against him. Despite the fact that he no longer felt as angry with him, he felt a talk would be necessary after the gentlemen separated from the ladies.

Glancing at his former brother, Richard noticed how his expression had finally lost the shocked look and instead displayed consternation. Curious over the cause of this change, he determined another talk was in order.

Everyone's thoughts did not last long as Lady Catherine refused to stop degrading the Bennets and saying it was nothing more than a trick. She declared that on the remote possibility that the report proved true, it would not prove a suitable connection for Richard and reiterated her views on society's reaction.

While Lord Fitzwilliam attempted to reason with Lady Catherine, the rest of the party slipped back into silence. Anne's eyes glazed over as they usually did whenever her mother began to rant. She stared at her plate in silence.

Darcy's emotions vacillated between anger and fear. Although he felt disgust at his Aunt's behaviour, his fear of Richard and Bingley's reactions overwhelmed him. He also worried for his sister who had grown pale and looked as if she wanted to bolt from the table.

While Charles Fitzwilliam ignored his aunt as per his usual reaction to her behaviour, he shared a look with his wife who rolled her eyes in annoyance. Lady Fitzwilliam closed her eyes willing herself to react calmly even though her temper threatened to get the better of her. The deepening frown Bingley aimed at Lady Catherine clearly expressed his growing displeasure at her conduct. While sharing in the anger everyone seemed to be feeling toward Lady Catherine, Richard could care less what she thought as she was never pleased unless people agreed with her completely. Though if he had to listen to too much more, he might argue with her and that would only aggravate the situation.

Finally, the Earl decided it was time to break up the current state of affairs and addressed the group. “I think it is time we adjourn from dinner. Gentlemen, would you join me in the study?” He did his best to ignore the glare his wife sent his way at being abandoned to the mercies of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Once the door closed, the Earl sat down at his desk and let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temples. His son, Charles walked over and started pouring Port for everyone. He glanced around the room discretely observing the other occupants. His father showed the strain that came from dealing with Lady Catherine as well as the added effects of this revelation. Charles narrowed his eyes as he watched his brother. Having known him all his life he recognized the signs of stress, but he was surprised to see the determined look Richard aimed at their cousin. Charles' eyebrows reached for his hairline as he remembered something from one of his cousin's letters. Uh, oh. Darcy, what did you do to the Bennets?

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head and finished pouring the Port and took the first glass to his father who looked up gratefully.

“Thank you, Charles. I am sure we all need some fortification after that onslaught. I only wish it were over.”

Charles half-smiled, “I think that we can all agree with that sentiment.”

He then walked off with a second smaller glass to give to his brother standing not too far away.

Richard started to wave him off, “I ought to only have a little as I fear I shall say too much if it loosens my tongue much more.”

Holding the glass up to reveal the small amount of the liquid inside, he replied, “I thought as much and that is why I did not give you as much. Now, cooperate and take this, little brother.”

After his little speech, Charles let out a humourless laugh, “I cannot exactly say that anymore can I. Now just what do I tell my children?”

“What do you mean? What do you need to tell them about this?” Richard asked as he took his glass.

“Simple, how do I explain to them that you are not Uncle Richard anymore? They will be devastated.” His face fell as he considered his children's reaction.

“Why do you need to tell them that at all? He is still apart of our family even if he is not related to us.” The Earl admonished his son from his seat at his desk.

“Oh, I know that, but how are three small children going to understand that though he is not related, he is still their uncle. It will upset them for a while which will be difficult to deal with as anything that hurts them is, but once they hear they will not lose Richard as an uncle, they will want evidence. You know Evangeline will question me left and right over that. That girl is so curious about everything that she will keep asking questions until she is blue in the face.”

Richard shook his head with a wry smile. After the children's initial shock and upset were over, it would be interesting to observe his niece's interrogation of her parents. His brother had not exaggerated her reaction. Glancing over to where Darcy sat conversing with Bingley, although the latter did most of the talking, his anger crept back in. Struggling to stay calm, he retreated to a corner furthest from his father's desk and the rest of the room.

Watching his brother walk off, Charles Fitzwilliam shook his head and handed the last two ports to his cousin and Mr. Bingley who had finally approached. Darcy took his and immediately excused himself to join Richard. Charles saw it and wished his cousin luck. Poor Darcy, it is not a good combination for Richard to be both frustrated and angry and my poor cousin is walking right into it. Well, Richard, here goes conversation number one and I will keep Bingley over here until you are ready as I am sure you will want to talk to him too.

When Bingley took the glass he handed him, Charles Fitzwilliam said quietly, “Stay over here and talk with my father and I. I think Richard would like to speak privately with Darcy.”

Bingley nodded as he accepted the glass and chose a seat near the Earl, though he felt curious over the subject of the private conference.

Meanwhile, Darcy sat down next to Richard. He recognized the signs of anger in his former cousin's countenance.

Despite the fact that he felt less anger toward Darcy, he still felt some and adding in his anger toward Lady Catherine, his mind grew muddled to the point that he could not think as clearly as he wanted. So, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“Why did you have to say that about my sister?”

Darcy blinked in confusion. This was not what he expected him to say. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. Oh no! Elizabeth must have over heard me at the Assembly13. She must have told Richard.

”Richard, I admit I never should have said such a thing at the Assembly Ball especially about someone I did not know. The moment after, I regretted it. The only excuse for my behaviour at that point was my desperation. I did not wish to dance and could tolerate no more pressure to do so13. It was very bad manners and I am sorry it ever happened.”

The Colonel frowned more and more as Darcy went on. Finally he pursed his lips and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes only opening them after he started speaking, “Thank you for reminding me that you insulted, not one, but two of my sisters. Would you mind telling me why, after regretting insulting the one, you proceed to insult another?”

Not knowing how to react, Darcy asked, “What do you mean?”

“You have just told me of your insult to Elizabeth at the Assembly Ball upon your earliest acquaintance13, which she informed me of last week. However, before our trip to Rosings, you told me about saving a friend from a marriage to an `objectionable' lady1. Does it surprise you that I discovered that said lady happens to be my other sister Jane. Honestly, I cannot imagine how you could possibly describe her in such a manner. Why did you have to hurt her by separating her from Bingley?”

Darcy cringed. “I will admit, I found the behaviour of her mother and the three youngest sisters terrible; yet, my greatest objection was that I believed her to be indifferent2&14. She showed no outward sign of affection.”

“As for my family, I cannot agree with you, although my mother did admit to poor behaviour in the past. It may be possible that she has changed far more than I realized. Plus, I have seen some petulance from my youngest sister, so, I will grant you that one. However, . . You are a great one to criticize about showing affection in public. She is as reserved as you are. Did you ever consider that possibility?” Richard wanted to say more, but held his tongue. He wanted to see Darcy's reaction first.

Realizing that he just insulted Richard's family to his face, Darcy flinched. Guilt also welled up inside at having judged Miss Bennet's feelings when he disliked people doing the same to him. “You mean she cares for Bingley?”

“More than cares for. She loves Bingley and has been depressed ever since he left.”

Seeing the anguish fill Darcy's face, Richard realized his cousin's deep regret at interfering. He knew that Darcy truly meant well. Knowing him as well as he did, he knew Darcy's sincerity too.

“Darcy, listen to me. I know you meant well, although I find some displeasure at your reasoning. However, now that you are aware of the truth, I expect you to repair it by telling Bingley. Tonight. He seems to be suffering as much as my sister.” Pausing briefly, he let a small smirk slip onto his face. “Not to mention that fixing this before Elizabeth finds out will go a long way in your suit for her.”

Darcy was about to concur that he had every intention of repairing his mistake, but was sidetracked at hearing the last comment, “What?”

“I know you care for her, but you face an uphill battle. At the moment, she does not share your feelings. In fact, her opinion of you is rather low. When I add that initial insult together with Wickham's tales, I understand why she absolutely detested you, cousin13,15&16.”

At the mention of Wickham's name, Darcy's head snapped up and he looked at Richard, “She believed Wickham's lies?”

“Considering she thought you arrogant among other things, yes, she did. Besides, you know how convincing Wickham can be especially when there are ladies2&15.”

“I know. It is just . . . Why does Wickham always try to harm those I love. He always disliked me, especially after we started school. It was then that he started causing trouble for me and my family.” He paused as a terrible thought crossed his mind, “Is he still in the area? I fear if he has any idea as to my attachment to Miss Elizabeth he may try to harm her or her family.”

“I understand, Darcy. However, you have nothing more to worry about him. I spoke with the Colonel of the regiment and had him transferred to the regulars. I also had a long discussion with Elizabeth and she believed me about Wickham. She may not like you yet, but the biggest obstacle has been removed. If you can show her what you are really like, then I think she might change her mind.”

“You mean you would support my suit of your sister, even after I separated your other sister from Bingley?”

“Most definitely. I have known you all my life, so I know you would not deliberately try to hurt someone. We have been like brothers, so I know that when you admit to loving someone, as you just did, you will do all in your power to protect them and make them happy.” Richard smiled, “Besides, when you marry Elizabeth, we will finally be brothers as we always wished.”

Darcy returned the smile half-heartedly as he still absorbed the fact that Elizabeth had disliked him, “If I had proposed as I wanted to in Kent, she would have refused14.”

“Most adamantly. You have a lot of damage to fix, but as I said, she may still change her mind about you.” Richard was a little disgruntled that Darcy remained so down-hearted. Darcy, you had better not be giving up. If you even try to give up, I will pester you until you agree to court Elizabeth.

“Thank you. I will talk to Bingley now if I can get him away from my uncle and cousin.”

They spent the next couple of minutes talking as they waited for an opportunity to bring Bingley over to join them. Seeing their frustrated expressions, Charles Fitzwilliam turned to Bingley and said something.

Soon Bingley joined them, “What is it?” He observed Darcy's contrite and serious expression as he seated himself next to them.

Silence filled the small area as Darcy scrutinized his hands while deliberating on how to tell his friend of his interference. Finally, he took a deep breath, raised his head and looked him in the eye. “Bingley, you remember my opinions on a certain subject involving Miss Bennet.” Darcy paused at the sadness that invaded his friend's countenance at mentioning his heartbreak. “I have just learned that my estimation of her feelings was faulty. Miss Jane Bennet does care for you. In fact, she has been miserable since you left14.”

Shaking his head and blinking as if it would clear his thoughts and make this amazing statement any more genuine, Bingley looked at them both incredulously though a small spark of hope shown in his eyes, “She does? She really does care for me?” At seeing dual nods, he sat back and closed his eyes in misery as he contemplated what this meant for him now. “Why did I leave? If I had simply taken the risk that she did not love me, even if she would accept me, we could have been very happy right now instead of both in pain. I would well and truly deserve any anger she feels for me or the loss of her affection.”

While Richard wanted to tell him that he still had hope, he knew he would have to wait until after Darcy revealed the last portion of his meddling. He nodded at his cousin to continue. “I have another admission to make. I knew she was in London and did not tell you2.”

The hurt and disappointment shining in Bingley's eyes caused Darcy even more anguish at having been the cause. He looked away ashamed to face his friend.

Finally, after collecting himself, Bingley breathed deeply before speaking. “I know that you never meant to hurt anyone that you truly wanted to help and protect a friend, but it hurts that you could not trust me. I respect your opinion and even listen to it; however, I do not respect or like your interference in the manner you gave it. You could have told me what you thought her reasons for calling were and then I could have had the opportunity to decide whether or not I agreed with you, but you took that decision out of my hands. I still value our friendship enough to not let it break over this. Yet, I must ask that you not act in so high-handed a manner again in matters concerning myself.”

The relief Darcy felt at not losing a valued friend was evident in his manner and he readily responded, “I assure you that I will not interfere or act as I did again. I may not always agree and may say so, but I will not impede any decision of yours through my actions.”

“Thank you, Darcy. I know you will do exactly that. Now, I only hope that Miss Bennet and her family could forgive me my absence.” He sighed and looked more dejected but looked up in astonishment at Richard's laugh.

“She will. Trust me, Bingley, I have spent a week with my new family and I have learned that she is a very forgiving person and once she hears the particulars, she will understand. It will take little persuasion for her to accept you when you do propose. She still loves you. For a while, Jane continued to be miserable and depressed14; however, once I mentioned a few thoughts, she seemed to regain hope. As for the rest of the family, my mother will not hold anything against you. Her previous behaviour saddens her greatly as she feels she is partly responsible for scaring away potential suitors for her daughters. Father will give you a hard time when he does talk to you for awhile, but he will consent as well. It will mainly be a test to see if you are really serious this time. Both will feel more secure once I assure them that I know you are serious and that Jane will be happy.”

“You mean she still cares even with all that has happened? And your parents will allow me to court her?” The look of hope in Bingley's eyes was tangible.

“Yes, she does. So, I dare say this proves she loves you. My parents will not stand in your way as they want to see her happy.”

“Then, I will make plans to return to Netherfield immediately. Whether or not my sisters wish to accompany me will not matter. It will take a week to finish some business I have yet to complete, but I should be there Friday next.” Turning to his friend, “Darcy, I would appreciate it if you would be my guest at Netherfield.”

“Are you sure you will want me around so soon?”

“Of course. You are still my friend and it will be nice to have you there.”

“Thank you. I would like to come.”

“I am sure you do Darcy, especially considering another certain sister of mine.”

Bingley's eyes widened and made a silent, `Oh,' at the insinuation in Richard Fitzwilliam's comment. He turned to his friend, “So, there was more to dancing with Miss Elizabeth at the ball last November17 than simply not insulting me by not dancing as I was the host. I thought your excuse was rather flimsy.” Both gentlemen chuckled when they saw the blush on Darcy's face. “Well, I am sure that Miss Bennet will be pleased to have you as a brother.”

“There is no certainty that she would even accept me if I did propose considering she does not like me at all.”

“Darcy, stop that. I told you that she does not know the real you. Bingley has given you the opportunity to be in her company and prove to her the kind of gentleman you are. So, you can start focusing on improving her opinion rather than despairing that she will always see you negatively.”

Observing the determined expression on his cousin's face, Darcy knew when to quit arguing and it was no hardship to do so in this case, “All right, I will do my best.”

“Good, I look forward to being brothers. I have to admit I always wished it, but knowing Caroline, I knew it to be an impossibility.”

All three gentlemen smiled to different degrees over this, all happy at having the chance to repair mistakes or bad choices.

A knock disrupted the conversation in the room and Charles Fitzwilliam walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Anne who looked rather frustrated and tired.

“Anne, are you all right?” Charles asked his cousin in concern. Opening the door wider, he gestured for her to come in.

Anne shook her head, “I am fine, only tired as usual. I told them I had headache and would retire to my room so that I could come and speak with you. Mother is being more unbearable than usual. I recommend you join them soon as Georgiana is becoming rather upset.”

With a look of concern, Darcy stood immediately and crossed the room, “What did my Aunt say to her?”

“She has not had much opportunity to be alone with her, but she keeps questioning her happiness and several other things. I think she may be up to something, but I do not know what. Cousin, be careful. Mother can be formidable when crossed.” The fear and anxiety in Anne's eyes stated the depth of her alarm for her cousins' happiness.

“Do not worry, Anne. We will take care of the situation.”

Relief spread across her face, “Good. I would hate to see Georgiana suffer under my mother as I have.”

When she started to leave, her uncle called her back as he walked to the door, “Anne, I tried to reason with your mother, and I have failed every time. I am sorry. Your father would not have wanted to see you like this.”

Reaching out with her hand, she took her uncle's arm and squeezed, “I know. I remember how things used to be, but do not worry about how things are now. Know that everything will work out for the best in the end.” With that she left down the corridor and started to ascend the steps to her room.

The Earl stood there silent for a few moments before clearing his throat, “Well, gentlemen, shall we join the ladies.” He strode out of the room with a determined air followed by four just as determined gentlemen.

Everyone, except Lady Catherine, relaxed a little when the gentlemen joined them. Georgiana sat next to her brother for the rest of the evening saying no more than what was absolutely necessary. It had been obvious that Lady Catherine had cornered her earlier even though Lady Fitzwilliam and her daughter-in-law constantly tried to deflect her.

Finally, the evening drew to a close, much to the relief of most of the party. The three guests not staying at the house entered Darcy's carriage as quickly as politely possible. After dropping Bingley off at his home, Darcy felt his sister relax a little even though she remained tense and frightened.

“Georgiana, do you want to talk about what is bothering you?” Thinking that he would get a simple yes or no, he was surprised when his little sister threw her arms around him and began to cry.

“Oh, brother, I am so afraid of Aunt Catherine. When she cornered me, she kept implying I was unhappy and that you and Richard were bad company for me. She said I needed to spend more time with my future sister7. When she said that, she looked at Anne. Even though I assured her I was very happy, she would not listen and became more angry. You . . . you do not think she could take me away . . . do you? Like she tried to . . . when I was little?” Georgiana looked up into her brother's face with fear clearly registering in her eyes.

“No, she can not. She did not succeed then, and she will not now. Father declared in his will that Richard and I would be your guardians1&2, so she has no say in it. Besides, our uncle would never allow her to do so.” His sister nodded and leaned her head back on his shoulder. She was too fearful of what their Aunt might try to let go of him.

Despite his assurance to his sister, Darcy worried about what his Aunt might be up to as Anne had stated. Whatever she planned, it would be worse for him and Georgiana. It always had been and always would be. Ever since their Aunt lost her chance to become Mistress of Pemberley due to his Uncle Darcy's unexpected and early death, the Darcy family endured her diatribes and condescension . It was his opinion that Lady Catherine still desired to be Mistress of Pemberley through her daughter7 and that he could never allow.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 10
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 12
3) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 1
4) Austen, Jane. Emma. Chapter 12
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 2
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 8
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16; Volume 2 Chapter 7
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 14; Volume 2 Chapter 5
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6-7
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13; Volume 2 Chapter 6
11) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 6
12) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 13
13) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3
14) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 11
15) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16
16) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 4
17) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 18
18) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 9

Chapter 15

Posted on Wednesday, 20 February 2008

After the Darcy's and Bingley left, the Fitzwilliams found themselves in for a long night facing Lady Catherine's ire alone. She spent the entire evening berating her brother and former nephew and no amount of arguments could persuade her from her course. She reiterated every reason they should not recognize the connection to no effect. Both sides developed a certain amount of consternation and frustration with the round about argument. The dispute lasted into the wee ours of the morning when, after claiming fatigue, Lady Catherine retired to her room.

The next morning, she arose early despite her fatigue and ordered her trunks packed. After refusing all sustenance including a basket to take with them, she left dragging poor Anne with her. Even though the family felt relief upon her departure, they still felt much pity and compassion for Anne.

Everyone spent the first couple of hours after Lady Catherine's departure either eating the light breakfast set out in the breakfast parlour and choosing some relaxing activity or sleeping. No one felt much incentive to do much of anything after the strain of the past evening and morning. Any confrontation with Lady Catherine de Bourgh tended to be draining.

Nevertheless, when it came time for the noon meal, all gathered together in a small dining parlour even the children. The children remained silent as they knew something bad had happened from observing their parents, grandparents and uncle. Evangeline was certain it was Aunt Catherine's fault because she would not have left so suddenly otherwise.

Finally, her curiosity got the better of her and she asked what had happened to make everyone so grumpy. That put a smile on the groups face and Charles set about trying to explain the situation to his children only resulting in upset and confusion. Eventually, they seemed to understand that Richard would still be their uncle, but as he predicted, Evangeline wanted to know why. His attempt failed to produce understanding in the little girl and after catching his former brother snickering behind his hand asked him to explain it to her.

Thus, Richard found himself in serious discussion with his nieces and nephew why he was not really their uncle, but that they could still call him such. He spent the rest of the day attempting to make clear how that came about much to his brother's amusement. Although Evangeline accepted him as her uncle despite the lack of a blood connection, she still could not understand how it had all taken place and kept asking questions. By the time dinner arrived, Richard was exhausted with trying to explain the situation to her and it did not help that little five year old James thought it great fun to join in the questioning game. Charles only teased his brother mercilessly about his inability to satisfy the curiosity of two of his children. Richard only shook his head and asked why must a child ask `why' so much only to be greeted with much laughter from the rest of the family.

As for the Darcy's, the day progressed slowly at first with both siblings just enjoying each other's company. Darcy was relieved to see that the events of the previous evening had left no lingering effects on his sister. They had stayed up the evening before with Darcy reassuring her that everything would be fine. He even managed to distract her concerns a little by revealing Bingley's intentions to ask for the hand of one of Richard's sisters1. Although she felt surprised, she happily expressed her pleasure in the situation.

The only interruption to the siblings' solitary day was Mr. Bingley's arrival. Sheepishly, he asked Darcy if he could help him deal with a few of the business items he had mentioned the previous evening. Seeing his friend's desire to return to Hertfordshire, Darcy agreed with a smile. Before Georgiana left them for the music room, she managed to pluck up enough courage to tease Mr. Bingley over his impatience to return to his estate. Mr. Bingley blushed as he caught the real meaning and admitted to his hopes at seeing Miss Jane Bennet again. At this point, Georgiana wished him all the best in his endeavors to win said lady's hand1. The gentleman was genuinely pleased to receive such well-wishes as evidenced by the broad smile on his face. They spent a very little time discussing this subject before the gentlemen left for the study and Bingley's business matters.

During that time, Darcy learned of his friend's encounter with his sisters which involved neither pleasant conversation nor kind congratulations to say the least. However, Bingley had overcome his sisters' unwillingness to return to Netherfield by inviting Hurst himself. Hurst, whose townhouse had recently received an inundation of lady callers for his wife, readily accepted. Thus, the ladies had been left with little choice but to come along as well.

By the time evening came, most of Bingley's business was taken care of and what little was left could be handled easily by his solicitor who Bingley intended to call on first thing Monday morning. Before leaving, he reissued his invitation to Darcy who accepted easily but asked if he might bring his sister along as it was not likely the Fitzwilliams would be staying in London either. Not only did Bingley gladly agree to Georgiana's joining the Netherfield party but extended an invitation to the Fitzwilliam's. He knew that, although Longbourn had its' own charms, it was rather small and thus might provide a few difficulties in finding enough rooms for so many. Therefore, he offered an open invitation to all of them at Netherfield should space prove an obstacle.

Thus, the families coordinated all plans to remove to Hertfordshire no later than the following Tuesday. Charles and Alice Fitzwilliam, unfortunately, declined all invitation to join the group as they had promised to attend Alice's family for her mother's birthday which they had missed for the past three years. Even so, they asked Richard to convey their respects to the Bennets as well as their desire to meet them in the near future.

When, after much impatience, Tuesday finally arrived, the sky was clear without cloud in sight much to the joy of most and much to the chagrin of two particular ladies.

As no mishaps met them along the way, all three carriages arrived in Meryton much to the astonishment of the populace. Many women looked out of the various shops and homes the carriages past and promptly started speculating as to the arrival of this large group2. When one recognized the Bingley carriage, rumor started spreading left and right as to his return especially with so many people. Lady Lucas and Mrs. Philips were particularly interested after their failure to extract any information out of Mrs. Bennet about the two gentlemen who had stayed with them earlier.

However, while all this was going on, the three groups continued on until they reached a crossroads where Richard and the Fitzwilliams took their leave of the others and turned in the direction of Longbourn while the others continued on to Netherfield.

Upon arrival, Richard barely exited the carriage before his sisters, minus Lydia of course, exited the house greeting him warmly. Once his parents Bennet had arrived and the Fitzwilliams had exited the carriage, he introduced everyone to Lady Fitzwilliam. The greetings went well and they were all soon inside enjoying tea after the travelers had a little time to freshen up.

Richard presented the items he had promised to bring to his sisters as soon as he returned to the drawing room. Much to the Fitzwilliams amusement, he found himself being hugged by Kitty and practically dragged over to sit with her and talk. Mary followed while sighing deeply and shaking her head at her sister's over-enthusiasm while smiling slightly.

While he was thus occupied, Mrs. Bennet, Jane and Elizabeth were seated with Lady Fitzwilliam. After some mundane and polite conversation about the trip there, the conversation finally turned to Richard's childhood which did not lack in curiosity from the one side nor willingness to relate the stories from the other.

Meanwhile, Mr. Bennet and the Earl talked about a number of general issues, eventually excusing themselves from the rest of the party to discuss the events that occurred in London and the way in which they should announce the change to the general public.

Lydia, while courteous to her brother and the Fitzwilliams, chose to sit by herself pouting. Even though she placed the blame for her restrictions on Wickham, she also blamed her brother for bringing the information in the first place and taking over the affections of her family3. As used to attention and getting whatever she wanted as she was, Lydia could not adjust to the general joy at gaining a long lost brother. All she knew is that she was no longer a favorite and that had to be rectified. Thus, she sat thinking about everything while no one apparently noticed.

Meanwhile at Netherfield, the other parties had arrived and were already settled into their rooms. Eventually, they all drifted back to the drawing room. However, Darcy found himself cornered almost immediately by Miss Bingley who insisted that he make her brother see reason. After refusing to help her separate Charles and Miss Bennet a second time3&4, he walked over to join his sister who sat listening to his friend's rhapsodizing about Miss Jane Bennet. Georgiana looked up at him and smiled before returning her attention to the gentleman. At the same time, Mr. Bingley unconsciously put to rest the fears Georgiana had on her cousin's behalf despite every description by her brother and Richard. She tucked away all his praise as evidence of the goodness of the Bennet family, or at least one member of it.

At the same time, the more Georgiana heard about the Bennet family, the more she wanted to meet them especially the eldest Miss Bennets. She had spent most the journey contemplating Richard's insinuation that his other sister, Miss Elizabeth, would be every bit the sister she had always wanted. Unable to be sure whether he meant that she and his sister would become close enough to be like sisters or if he meant that she might become her sister. She could not help but recall the quick glance Richard had made in her brother's direction as he spoke. All this speculation only made her that much more curious about her cousin's new family.

Mr. Hurst, unconcerned about anything, simply sat back and enjoyed the removal to Netherfield as well as the light lunch that had been laid out. Sitting back in his chair munching on another sandwich, he glanced around the room and grinned as he noticed his wife and sister-in-law in a private tęte-ŕ-tęte. He had recently come into some rather interesting information via his second-cousin, Mr. Roland whom he had visited during one of his wife's impromptu ladies parties.

As he observed his sister-in-law roll her eyes at something his wife said, he began laughing as he considered her reaction to the upcoming news he knew must be soon in coming from the Darcys and Fitzwilliams. I could not believe it when Alfred told be about his mother-in-law's actions. Darcy's cousin is actually a Bennet. Will that not set Caroline in a twit! To think of her insults to the Bennets and Darcy's closest relation besides his sister is a member of the same family! It will be a lot for her to swallow, but not as much as what I will have to tell her.

Laughter bubbled out of him as he imagined his sister-in-law's shock. She will be fit to be tied to learn of my connection to the Bennet family. Learning that my cousin's mother-in-law is Aunt to Mr. Collins is not only shocking but hilarious. Charles will certainly be pleased to learn of it and will be able to use it to throw off his sister's one argument as we are already related to them albeit distantly and twice by marriage.

Hurst's continued laughter caused everyone to look at him, but he did not care. He simply kept laughing causing them to wonder at just what was so funny.

That evening continued on with the various people enjoying their company while others did not, but the next day would prove interesting and especially delightful to the information hungry citizens of Meryton.

Chapter 16

Wednesday morning dawned beautifully with a light breeze setting the leaves to dancing and bright sunshine streaming down and into the windows of Longbourn. Everyone, but one, enjoyed the early morning breakfast where laughter and conversation moved easily creating a cheerful atmosphere. As the meal came to an end, the younger girls proposed a walk only to find their plan overruled by their father requesting everyone's presence in the drawing room. Although disappointed in the loss of a walk on such a fine day, the girls shrugged their shoulders at each other and followed the others out of the breakfast room.

Everyone took their time seating themselves in the general din of wrapping up conversations and promises to continue later. Once everyone found their seat and silence filled the room as they waited expectantly, Mr. Bennet addressed them, “I know we would all wish to keep to ourselves for a few days, but considering the great amount of curiosity we have already received, it is doubtful this will remain secret for long. Thus, the Earl and I feel it would be best to call on certain of our neighbours today to announce Richard's return.”

Lady Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Bennet nodded, both fully understanding the necessity and acknowledging the need to get this somewhat unpleasant aspect out of the way.

“I agree. Making the announcement now will spare us the stress of waiting and cut down wild speculation. Idle gossip could contort the truth so out of proportion you could discover you have ten sons and no daughters.” Laughter spread throughout the room at Elizabeth Fitzwilliam's comment.

As the laughter died down, Kitty bit her lip and frowned as she considered a possible problem, “We will not all fit in the carriage, so how will we visit more than Aunt Philips and the Lucas' if we walk?”

The Earl was the first to respond, “I have already offered the use of my carriage. That will make it easier for everyone to attend the visits without leaving someone behind to wonder at people's reactions. Still, my wife and I may remain here.”

Mr. Bennet shook his head, “On the contrary, it will be better if you come. People will doubt us less if you are there to support us.”

“Thank you. We will attend then.” The relief on the Fitzwilliams' faces demonstrated the relief they felt at joining the party as they truly did not wish to remain at Longbourn worrying over Meryton's acceptance of their former son.

It did not take long for the occupants of Longbourn to prepare for the long day ahead of them. Soon, Elizabeth and Jane found themselves joining their brother and the Earl and Lady Fitzwilliam in their carriage. Their younger sisters and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet took the Bennet carriage. Thus, they were off to visit Mrs. Philips as they felt it only right to inform Mrs. Bennet's sister before the rest of Meryton.

The visit went as well as could be expected with Mrs. Philips not fainting and only exclaiming a number of times after the shock wore off. Poor Richard was forced to endure an over excited embrace from his Aunt and a number of compliments on himself. By the end of the visit, he turned quite red.

Upon entering the carriages, Elizabeth took note of a number of ladies gathering across the street. Poking her head out the window as they pulled away in the direction of Lucas Lodge, she noted the same ladies flocking to her Aunt Philips door and promptly being ushered in. They obviously intended to discover the commotion and the identities of the other guests. Elizabeth turned her attention to slightly down the street and noticed Mrs. Philips' maid talking excitedly to the Longs' maid. Pulling her head in, she regretfully informed the other occupants of this turn of events. The entire Bennet-Fitzwilliam party sighed in the realization that they could not possibly inform everyone before news spread.

They did not have long to dwell on that piece of information as they shortly arrived at Lucas Lodge. An extremely curious Sir William and Lady Lucas greeted them as they were showed into the drawing room. Sir William was in the middle of welcoming them and explaining that his daughter would be joining them momentarily as she had only arrived home the day before after extending her stay with her sister when the entrance of said young lady interrupted him. Maria quickly joined her parents and smiled at Elizabeth and Richard.

“Colonel Fitzwilliam, we did not know you would be in Meryton!” She smiled even more brightly. Richard never looked back at his adoptive mother knowing she was sharing a sly look with the Earl. Instead, he just smiled.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Lucas.”

Maria's blush caught her mother's attention who immediately started speculating on how much it would take to get this handsome gentleman to propose to her daughter assuming he was able to afford a wife of course.

Mr. Bennet stepped in before anyone else could speak, “Actually, Sir William we came to make an extraordinary announcement.”

Here, Lady Lucas glanced with worry at the eldest Miss Bennets fearing what the news might involve. Her husband, however, seemed greatly interested and showed only slight concern over the news.

“I hope it is good news then.”

“It is indeed, but first let me introduce our companions to you. Sir William, Lady Lucas, Miss Lucas, may I introduce you to Lord Fitzwilliam, the Earl of _______ and his wife, Lady Fitzwilliam. Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam may I introduce you to Sir William Lucas and his wife, Lady Lucas and his second eldest daughter, Maria.”

A few greetings were exchanged while the Lucas' threw curious glances at Richard which did not go unnoticed by the Bennets.

Finally, Mr. Bennet continued, “This last introduction is rather difficult. Miss Lucas, I know he was introduced to you as Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam; however, we have since learned that that is not entirely accurate. You see, we learned recently that our son, our firstborn, was not stillborn as we had thought, but had rather been switched with the Earl's stillborn son.”

“I knew you looked like Mr. Bennet,” crowed Maria who then looked sheepish at her outburst.

Regaining her thoughts after the shock Lady Lucas looked carefully at Mr. Bennet and Colonel Fitzwilliam. Sir William simply stood there with his mouth open in shock.

Mr. Bennet continued again, “Thus, Colonel Fitzwilliam as you have just met, is actually my son, Mr. Richard Bennet.”

The astonishment the Lucas' felt was clearly etched on their faces. Sir William recovered first smiling broadly, “Well is not that wonderful, err . . . I mean it not wonderful for you . . . err . . .” He seemed unable to determine whether the joy of regaining a son by one group or the despair over losing a beloved child to their rightful family was the proper one to address at the moment as he kept looking between the Bennets and Fitzwilliams.

Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam very kindly thanked him for his concern for their feelings but that they had already had time to adjust and accept the situation and were happy for Richard.

Lady Lucas was not so quick to wish them joy knowing what it meant for Charlotte; however, she did manage to do so knowing that it truly was a joyful event for the Bennets.

Maria smiled happily at the news, but then began to frown, “Umm. Mr. Bennet? Should it not be Colonel Bennet and not Mr. Richard Bennet?”

“Actually, Miss Lucas, I gave up my commission. I have much to do to get to know my real family and I wish to spend as much time with them as possible and not worry them either.” Richard replied for himself.

“Oh.” Looking a little downcast for a moment, she soon recovered and began chatting amiably with Elizabeth and Jane while her parents and the rest of the group discussed the wonderful discovery.

After a half hour discussion, the Bennets and Fitzwilliams took their leave and started on their way to their next visit after receiving a dinner invitation from the Lucas'.

The rest of the day continued on in one continual visit after another. Thus, when the entire group arrived back at Longbourn, it was an exhausted group that trudged into the house. They sat down wearily to a light meal and retired to bed. Richard particularly found the comfort of a soft bed after being under scrutiny for more than the switch could account for appealing. He began to feel a certain amount of dread for the upcoming days ahead.

Even though the Bennets and Fitzwilliams retired early, the people of Meryton were still all a buzz with the newest information about them. Everyone continued to talk of it especially families with single young ladies. Those families were already planning for the local Assembly that was a little more than two weeks away. Evening parties, dinners and picnics were all in the planning minds of many of the families as all wanted to further the acquaintance of the Bennet son.

At the same time, another item of gossip was spreading through the town. Curiosity and speculation continued to grow over the reasons of Mr. Bingley's return and the fact that his friend Mr. Darcy had returned with his sister led to more conjecture. However, all the theories running rampant through Meryton remained just that. Everyone had to wait until the individuals revealed more before any certainty could be gained. Thus, the inhabitants of that little Town retired to a night of unending questions.

Chapter 17

The Bennets and Fitzwilliams were sitting enjoying breakfast when the first visitor came. From there on, they were treated to a number of visits. Every family with single young women as well as the curious seemed drawn to the Bennets' home. Several of the young ladies, including the Miss Longs, came under the guise of calling on Miss Kitty and Miss Lydia. At first Lydia was quite pleased with the attention until she found herself asked all sorts of questions about her brother. After that, she stormed out of the room and retreated to her room where no manner of influence would generate a desire to return to the drawing room. It also caused the gossips to start nattering about that too.

On the other hand, Kitty found no difficulty singing her brother's praises much to his embarrassment. All throughout her praise of him, the young ladies all looked at him and started batting their eyelashes. While squirming through the uncomfortable questions of their mothers and aunts, he began to understand Darcy's dislike for social occasions. If this is only half of what he endures, it is too much. I do not know how long I can endure this!

By lunch time, everyone settled for a small repast in the drawing room with tea. They all sat back, fatigued from the mornings interrogations. Yet, the morning visitors would not be the last. Their respite found itself considerably shortened as more groups came in the afternoon in a seemingly unending stream.

The only break the afternoon offered was during the Lucas' visit. They seemed to understand the stress the family had endured through the constant visits. While Mrs. Bennet and Lady Lucas discussed Charlotte's still relatively new marriage and Lady Lucas related all she had learned of the return of the Bingley's and Darcy's, Mrs. Bennet, while already aware of much of the other lady's information, related Richard's relation to the Darcy's which was eagerly soaked in by said lady.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Maria joined in a private tęte-ŕ-tęte as Elizabeth had not forgotten her promise to her friend and both were eager to share the recent events. Although they enjoyed their discussion, Elizabeth observed her friend's eyes darting glances at her brother which were accompanied by blushes. Unable to deal with Maria's distraction any longer, Elizabeth excused herself for a moment and retrieved her brother from his conversation with Sir William.

When Richard realized what his sister was about however, he found himself thinking, From the frying pan to the fire. It was through no dislike of Miss Maria Lucas herself that made him feel uncomfortable speaking to her, but rather the hints dropped by her mother to him earlier that made him so.

Thus, Richard restricted himself to polite conversation, asking her about the rest of her stay in Kent. By the end of the visit, Elizabeth looked on in frustration at the stalled and tense atmosphere around her friend and her brother. I do not understand it. They got along well enough at Rosings, though Maria could barely say two words to Richard when we were there either. Still, that never deterred my brother before. Why is he so reticent to conversation with my friend? It is not like I am playing matchmaker or anything . . . Oh!

Sudden realization dawned on Elizabeth's mind when she realized what her brother might have assumed. Considering the events of the day, it would not be surprising that he might jump to such a conclusion. Add to that Maria's obvious interest, Richard would probably feel like she had set him up. I hope this is not a sign that I will be as meddlesome as mother was before where it concerns matches1&5.

Nevertheless, before she could rectify the situation between Maria and Richard, the Lucas' stood to take their farewell. Maria asked to call on her at some time during the next week and before she left reminded her that it might be wise to inform Charlotte of this new situation.

Gasping at having forgotten about poor Charlotte since her earlier letter, Elizabeth hurried over to her father and told him, he nodded and both went to write their letters to the Collins'. It would be best if Mr. Collins did not receive this news through his wife, but rather from the cousin who was the current owner of Longbourn. Thus, Elizabeth forgot to talk to Richard.

Meanwhile, while Longbourn suffered an invasion, Netherfield endured its own commotion.. Mr. Bingley had informed his sister's of the addition to the Bennet family.

Suffice it to say, both ladies were so shocked they remained silent. Silent for a full thirty seconds that is, at which point both expressed their shock as well as their virulent opinions on the subject. The most prevalent reaction involved disbelief; however, upon Mr. Darcy's support of the situation, the ladies had no way in which to argue. Still, that did not discourage their voicing of their other opinions. Miss Bingley in particular waxed eloquent on how upsetting and unpleasant it must be for the `dear Colonel' to discover these particular relations as well as how she would never tolerate such a change in status.

When the gentlemen finally had enough, Bingley told them he expected them to behave well toward the Bennets as he intended to marry Miss Jane Bennet and if they did not, there were alternatives for them. He informed Louisa she could return to London with her husband after apologizing to Hurst for doing that to him too. Caroline, on the other hand, was told she could travel to India and stay with their Uncle and his family. Not wishing to live in a house with nearly a dozen children so far from London, Caroline wisely capitulated.

However, all this put Miss Bingley in a foul temper and when her brother-in-law had the audacity to laugh at the situation she snapped at him.

“Really, Reginald, what could possibly be funny?” When she received no answer but continued laughter, she tried a different subject, “Well, what was your reaction to the Colonel's joining the Bennet family? You did not seem to care at all.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Hurst replied, “Actually, I already knew.”

This caught the attention and curiosity of the entire room. Darcy's eyebrows were reaching for his hairline.

“How could you have known? My own family was just informed last Friday.”

“Well, here is the irony. I am actually distantly related to the Collins' and by default the Bennets.”

The entire room went silent. Exchanging horrified looks, Caroline and Louisa both paled. As for the gentlemen, Darcy struggled to keep a smile off his face and Bingley's face lit up. That's wonderful, Hurst! Why did you not inform us earlier of this? It could have ended my sisters' arguments long ago.

Hurst watched all this with amusement.

Unable to control his curiosity any longer, Darcy inquired, “How did you come by this connection? You never mentioned it before.”

“Actually, I only just learned of it. You see while my wife was entertaining her friends, I took the opportunity to visit my second cousin, Mr. Roland. During said visit I learned of his wife's stepmother's family and thereby my connection to the Bennets.” He grinned at his wife and sister-in-law and nodded at Darcy who obviously caught on to the fact that he left out an important detail. He knew he would have to explain to his brother-in-law and Darcy later the part he omitted.

At this point, Miss Darcy, who had remained in her room at the request of her brother while he and Bingley informed Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, entered the room. Noticing the various stages of shock, she walked over to her brother.

“Was it really that difficult to explain or that bad?”

“Everything went as expected, Georgiana. They are just experiencing a bit of a shock to learning from Mr. Hurst their distant connection to the Bennets.”

Miss Darcy's eyes widened in surprise and whispered, “Really? I would never have known. Poor Richard! He will not like to learn he is related to Miss Bingley.”

This proved too much for Darcy and he laughed out right. For that, he received a glare each from Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, a raised eyebrow from Hurst and a confused look from Bingley. Shaking his head he led his sister over to the piano and asked if she might play a little as everyone could use a little distraction.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully at Netherfield, if one did not count the gentlemen's conversation with Hurst that evening.

In the meantime, the visitors stopped coming to Longbourn for the day. Elizabeth and her father had finished their letters and mailed them express. Both were concerned that they may already know via Lady Catherine, but there was nothing to be done for the moment.

Dinner finally arrived and Elizabeth detected a slightly guarded manner from her brother. He picked at his food and refused to look her in the eye and spoke very little. She could not understand why he had altered his behavior toward her so much.

While she thought about it she overheard Kitty tease Richard about all his admirers and that brought back her thoughts of earlier. Waiting until after the meal, she cornered her brother by linking her arm with his and redirecting him to the settee.

Silence filled the air between them as her brother shifted uncomfortably. “Richard, I feel I must apologize for earlier. I truly did not intend to match you with Maria although I must admit the thought did cross my mind.”

Looking up at his sister, he sighed, “Elizabeth, at the time, it seemed as if you were joining in the matchmaking I had already seen today. Although my moth. . . . I mean Lady Fitzwilliam always teased me about one young lady or another or expressed her wishes, she never actually set me up in a situation where I had to talk to them. I felt a little uncomfortable today and when you brought me over here. I guess I jumped to conclusions. I am sorry, Elizabeth.”

“We have all had a demanding day. It is not everyday a family discovers a long lost relative and in your case a long lost family.”

“No, it is not.”

“Nor is it everyday that a single young gentleman appears in a community with a number of single young ladies.” She grinned at her brother who rolled his eyes.

“And you could not warn me of this yesterday?”

“Oops.”

“Oops, indeed! Come on Lizzy, let us join the others before I feel the need to ride over and spend an hour or two sympathizing with Darcy.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, did not we tell you? Bingley has returned to Netherfield with his sisters and Hurst. Darcy and his sister has accompanied him too.”

Watching his sister, Richard noticed the momentary frown at Darcy's being in the area, but then her face cleared and she smiled.

“You told Mr. Bingley did not you?”

“Yes.”

“Did he seem interested in Jane still?”

He laughed, “Cannot you tell? It should have taken him a week to finish all the business he had, but he was in such a hurry, he spent Saturday at Darcy's in order for my cousin to help him finish it faster. He wanted to be back in Netherfield as soon as possible.”

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled, “Oh, Jane should hear this. It will make her so happy.”

“No, no, no, now just wait a minute” Richard reached out a hand and put it on his sister's arm to stop her from going to her sister immediately.

“Why?”

“I think it would be better to wait until Mr. Bingley calls on us here. It might be a pleasant surprise for her.”

“Indeed. She would be very pleased to see him again. Do you know how long it will be before he calls on us?”

“Well, I imagine he informed his sisters tonight of my change in family and dealt with any misbehavior on their part. So, I am guessing they will call tomorrow. If not, it will probably be sometime next week.”

“You do not care for Miss Bingley do you?”

“Hardly. Besides that fact she makes Darcy miserable, she irritates me. All she ever tries to do when she talks to me is either praise my cousins or get information out of me about them. In fact, she reminds me a little too much of Lady Catherine.”

To this, he received a chuckle from Elizabeth. As this line of conversation did not last long, both joined the others and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 13
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 11
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 12
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 10-11
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 7, 9, 19

Restoring the Heir ~ Section V

By Lori

Previous Section, Section V

Chapter 18

Posted on Wednesday, 5 March 2008

A smaller version of the previous day's circus met the family as they finished breakfast. Eventually, the flow of visitors dwindled much to the pleasure of the occupants of Longbourn. However, even as Mrs. Hill introduced yet another set of visitors, the occupants of Longbourn greeted them with smiles instead of another round of irritated and long-suffering looks discreetly thrown at one another. In fact, the joy of one of the group exceeded everyone else's much to the pleasure of her family - Miss Jane Bennet blushed deeply while the most beautiful smile covered her face as the reason for her happiness walked through the door with his party. Mr. Bingley led his sister, the Hursts and Darcys into the Longbourn drawing room.

Mrs. Bennet walked gracefully over to them and smiled, “Oh, Mr. Bingley, it is so nice to see you again. I hope everything has been well with you?”

Bingley smiled in return, but kept glancing past her at Jane, “Yes, Ma'am. I have been in good health. I admit I have missed the country a great deal and am very happy to return.” The last part he addressed more to Jane who blushed even more deeply and averted her eyes.

Not unaware of the exchanging looks, Mrs. Bennet asked the gentleman to take a seat which he eagerly accepted. As he started toward the chair opposite Jane, Elizabeth stood and walked away leaving an open seat next to her sister on the settee which Bingley immediately claimed.

While several inhabitants and guests smiled in delight at the obvious attention, one most definitely did not. Miss Bingley smiled and greeted her hostess politely, but silently stewed inside at her brother's actions, but recalled her brother's alternative measures and so changed her objective. Scanning the room, she noticed Mr. Darcy's Aunt, Uncle and former cousin in attendance. Having already eliminated interfering with her brother's attachment, she vacillated between her desire to impress Darcy's relations with her good manners and her curiosity over the Colonel's change in society. After much indecision, she eventually allowed her curiosity to sway her. Much to a number of people's displeasure, most particularly her object, she seated herself next to Richard Fitzwilliam on the sofa and started to pepper him with questions. Her prefacing a number of them with `poor Colonel' did not endear her to her reluctant audience.

Observing their brother's predicament, Kitty and Mary stood and strolled over to them taking seats in nearby chairs. From there on, both ran interference for Richard as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Bennet greeted the Hursts who replied politely. Catching sight of the grin on her husband's face, Louisa propelled her husband away after politely speaking to Mrs. Bennet and soon joined the Earl and Lady Fitzwilliam in conversation. Mrs. Hurst spent the rest of the visit either changing the subject every time her husband started grinning and planning how to keep her husband from revealing the distant connection.

This left the Darcy's the last to be greeted. Feeling ashamed over her previous behavior toward the gentleman1, Mrs. Bennet determined to make a better impression this time.

“Mr. Darcy, you are very welcome here.” She paused briefly as she turned to smile kindly at Georgiana, “Would this lovely young woman be your sister?”

Although startled at her changed manner, Darcy felt most grateful at her gracious behavior. The pleasure of hearing any praise of his sister caused a small smile to creep on his face, “Thank you, she is indeed. Please let me introduce you. Mrs. Bennet, this is my sister Miss Georgiana Darcy; Georgiana, this is Mrs. Bennet.”

Curtsying, Georgiana looked up at her hostess, “It is a pleasure to meet you. I have wanted to meet my cousin's new family . . .errr . . .”

Laughing a little, Mrs. Bennet simply replied, “That is quite alright. Richard is still having difficulty knowing how to refer to everyone and I expect that will remain so for a very long time. Besides, none of us will object to you referring to him as your cousin or us as his `new' family. It is all rather new anyway and you have had him for a cousin all your life. Please come and sit with me. I would like to talk about Derbyshire as my sister Gardiner grew up there2. If you would be so kind as to tell me about the area it would provide me more to write her about and it would no doubt surprise her that I have another source of information on her home county.”

Lighting up at the prospect of talking about the Derbyshire countryside, Miss Darcy looked at her brother momentarily before following Mrs. Bennet over to two chairs near the small fire.

Feeling secure in his sister's safety, comfort and pleasure, he looked around the room to find Elizabeth. He finally spied her by the table with the tea. Walking across the room, he joined her.

“Good day, Miss Bennet. It is a pleasure to see you so well.”

Confused, Elizabeth replied, “Why would I not be well?”

“Ah . . . I meant to refer to your sudden removal from Kent. I had stopped by to call sometime after you left and Mrs. Collins informed me you had a sudden message to return home. I am thankful everything turned out the way it did and was not something worse.”

Even though she felt perplexed at his current behavior, she could not help but feel kindly toward his genuine concern. Glancing over at her brother, she smiled, “As am I. It is good to have a brother and I must say that your former cousin is an excellent one. His return to my family is already healing it for which I am ever thankful.”

“It is also a good change for him as well. Richard always wanted a sister. After my sister's birth, he always spent time with her when he and my Aunt and Uncle visited. To him, she was the little sister he never had. So, I know he is pleased to suddenly have not only one, but five sisters.”

Laughing, Elizabeth's eyes sparkled in amusement, “I think he has had a little more than he can tolerate sometimes. My sisters have been rather enthusiastic about having a brother. Kitty especially has a particular fondness for teasing him.”

“Would she have heard about his food adventures?” Darcy's wide smile caught Elizabeth off guard and she did not immediately respond as she noticed the difference it made.

Shaking her head to clear her head of that momentary admiration, she replied, “Indeed. On the very first night!”

She could not believe what she was seeing when she saw him laugh. While it was not an open chortling, chuckle, giggle or any variation thereof, it was an almost silent laugh. His shoulders shook and the laugh itself sounded muffled as if he were trying to keep from being too loud. However, it was the humour that reached his eyes that caught her real attention. She could tell he was truly amused and showing it.

Deciding to test this changed Darcy, Elizabeth looked up at him, “I know Kitty would love to hear more stories of Richard's childhood as she has already begun to hear from Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam. I am sure she would love to hear any little tidbits you could add.”

“Then I will tell her when she is free as I see she and your other sister are busy speaking to Miss Bingley and your brother.” At that, Elizabeth turned and noticed her sisters were indeed chattering animatedly, even Mary, with Miss Bingley. Silently she cheered her sisters' efforts to relieve their brother. Her thoughts were disturbed by Mr. Darcy's enquiry.

“Miss Bennet? If you are not busy, would you allow me to introduce my sister to you?”

Uncertain of this sudden change of subject, Elizabeth hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Of course.”

Walking over to where Mrs. Bennet and Miss Darcy sat, both noticed how the shy girl seemed happy and open, talking about her native county. The conversation paused when they approached.

“Excuse me Mrs. Bennet, but I would like to introduce my sister to Miss Elizabeth if I may interrupt?”

Although Mrs. Bennet had overcome many aspects of her previous behaviour, detecting any interest in her daughters by eligible young gentlemen was not one of them3. However, instead of openly trying to facilitate that interest by listing her daughter's charms, she simply granted her permission and sat back and watched3.

“Of course, Mr. Darcy.”

Smiling slightly, Darcy dipped his head in thanks before turning to both his sister and Elizabeth. His sister stood and smiled shyly. “Georgiana, let me introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Miss Bennet, please meet my sister, Georgiana.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Elizabeth.”

“As it is to meet you Miss Darcy.”

From there the conversation continued a little stilted for awhile as they found seats in nearby chairs. Eventually they found similar topics to discuss. Even though Georgiana felt a little uncomfortable speaking up and conversing in general, she greatly enjoyed Elizabeth's good-natured teasing and good humour.

At one point, their discussion was interrupted when Miss Bingley joined them. After this, the same equilibrium could not be reached as Miss Bingley seemed determined to keep the conversation on her choice of subject which included some subtle insults at Miss Elizabeth. Due to another pair of Bennet ladies interference in her attempts to gain some information out of the Colonel, she had started to glance around the room in frustration. That frustration mounted when she spied Miss Elizabeth with Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy. Miss Bingley most certainly did not want Mr. Darcy to start the same behavior with Miss Eliza as her brother had adopted toward Miss Bennet. Thus, she interjected her unwanted comments into what had proved to be an enjoyable dialogue.

When Bingley noticed the situation, he sighed. I wish Caroline would give up. She is far too tenacious whenever it concerns Darcy. Oh and I was enjoying my time with Jane . . . I mean Miss Bennet.

Apologizing to Miss Bennet again for his earlier departure without taking leave4, he made sure to take his leave this time. Soon the Bingley-Darcy-Hurst party also took their leave of the Bennet family much to Caroline's satisfaction. However, she was far less pleased when her brother accepted a dinner invitation for the next week. Her displeasure increased when they arrived home only to have her brother take her by the arm and march her to his study where he promptly chastised her for her behaviour during the visit. He then ordered her to retire for the evening. Ignoring her complaints of his unfairness, he called for a footman to escort her to her room and sent instructions to have her maid sent to her room immediately.

Bingley felt dreadful sending the maid to his sister while Caroline was in such a mood, but he knew she would be fine. He had never been so thankful that his father had hand picked his children's personal servants and then left specific instructions about their retaining their positions in his will. Sitting back in his chair, he thought about his father picking a woman who could handle his sister's tantrums without batting an eyelash. He grinned as he thought of how his father had ensured her continued employment. If Caroline ever tried to fire her maid, all of her inheritance would be placed in their Aunt Margery's control until Caroline married and knowing Aunt Margery, Caroline would be required to come and stay with her and be married off in a month. Their Aunt was a renowned matchmaker and a very intelligent woman.

Chapter 19

Each of the following days passed with varying intensity. Sunday services passed pleasantly, but the attention of the community afterward was accepted with a little less than perfect equanimity. Still, even that brought some pleasure when Mr. Bingley sought Jane out and talked almost exclusively to her. Elizabeth also was singled out by the Darcys when they came to speak to her. Most of the conversation was between Elizabeth and Miss Darcy; however, a number of people noticed the slight smile on Mr. Darcy's face.

Several days passed after that before the two parties were again together. This time it was for dinner at Longbourn. The pleasure at having so many guests at Longbourn was immense for Mrs. Bennet. She greatly enjoyed the idea of having guests to dinner who she could speak to about regaining her son and how happy it made most of his sisters. Yet, she still wanted everything perfect for her eldest daughters' admirers. Thus, she took extra pains at arranging and planning everything for the dinner.

The evening finally came and the Netherfield party arrived. As they all trouped into the drawing room, Mrs. Bennet was not alone in observing two of the gentlemen's attentions. Lady Fitzwilliam primarily watched her nephew's deliberately seeking out Miss Elizabeth and rather ignored his friend's similar attentions to Miss Bennet. She smiled at her nephew's choice as she felt her an excellent young lady after having spent some time with her. However, one lady watched the proceedings with disgust although she never showed her true feelings. Miss Caroline Bingley disliked her brother's choice, but she absolutely loathed the fact that the man she wanted to marry paid more attention to another woman5. Unable to openly do anything without damaging her own chances, she decided to join their conversation and redirect its flow much to everyone else's chagrin.

However, the seating arrangement at dinner pleased those same who had been afflicted with Miss Bingley's company before dinner as they were seated quite at the other end of the table from said lady. On the other hand, Miss Bingley found herself seated between her brother-in-law and the Earl who did not ignore her, but at the same time did not encourage conversation that she could enjoy or take part in.

As dinner progressed the conversation traveled from one subject to another until it arrived at one of particular interest to all - the upcoming Assembly.

“There is an Assembly soon? I was not aware of it. Is there any chance of any tickets yet being available?”

“Actually, there are none left, Mr. Bingley. It seems this one has a particular interest to the people of Meryton.” Mr. Bennet shared a look with Elizabeth who grinned in return, both of their eyes sparkling with humor. Richard turned a little pink.

“Indeed Papa. The young ladies of Meryton are particularly interested in their new acquaintance. Is that not right, brother dear?” Darcy's eyebrows rose as he witnessed his cousin being teased and being the subject of the tease as well.

Rolling his eyes, Richard looked at his sister, “I cannot imagine what you mean, sister dear.”

“Oh really? Well, the Miss Longs made quite sure to inform me they were free for the first dances.”

Jumping in, Kitty added with a grin, “And the Miss James', and Miss Everett.”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Mary felt for her brother, but could not help but add her tidbit as well, “And Miss Thompson, and Miss Richards.”

Even Jane could not resist teasing her brother now, “As well as the Miss Smiths, Miss Downey and Miss Lucas.”

For once Darcy could see the humour in the situation since he was not the one the ladies were interested in8. His lips twitched as he tried to keep the smile off his face, but for all his effort, his cousin noticed and sent him a withering glare which only caused him to grin outright.

“And you find this funny, Darcy?”

“Well, when you consider how many times you have teased me about the same kind of attention I receive in London, definitely.”

While the rest of the table enjoyed this little scene, only Lord Fitzwilliam took notice of Mr. Bingley's growing melancholy at not being able to dance with Jane.

“Ah, Mr. Bingley you do not need to be disheartened at the lack of tickets available. I took the liberty to pick up ones for my nephew and niece as well as for you and your party. I will make sure you receive them before you leave tonight.”

“Thank you so much. If you will let me know how much they cost you, I will be happy to reimburse you.”

“Nonsense. Think of it as my giving Richard a few more familiar faces to turn to in the midst of so many young ladies.”

Richard groaned at that while most laughed.

Bingley beamed at a blushing Jane before turning momentarily back to the Earl, “Thank you again sir, for this kindness.” Turning back to Jane, his smile grew, “Miss Bennet, if you are still free, will you dance the first two with me?”

“I would be happy to dance the first two with you.” Jane blushed again while the rest of the table smiled minus one or two fleeting grimaces.

Taking the opportunity, Darcy turned to Elizabeth seated next to him, “And Miss Elizabeth, may I ask for the first two dances if you are not already engaged?”

Hesitating momentarily while glancing briefly at some of the others, she wished she could think of a way out but could not think of one. Seeing the hopeful smile on Miss Darcy's face, she found she could not refuse. “Those dances are free, of course.” She smiled stiffly.

Smiling in return, Darcy felt the pleasure of her acceptance, but felt it dim a bit at her obvious reluctance. Neither noticed the stiff figure of Miss Bingley further down the table.

“But what of dear Georgiana, Mr. Darcy? Surely if she is to dance at all, she must dance with you.” Miss Bingley smiled slyly.

Seeing what she was up to, Richard turned toward Miss Darcy, “Actually, I would be very pleased if my dear cousin would allow me the first dance. You would be saving me from having to choose from the inundation of young ladies wanting to dance with me.” He winked at Georgiana, who giggled.

“Of course, I would be very pleased to dance with you, cousin.”

“And I hope you will favour your poor uncle with the second dance?”

“Of course, I would be happy to dance with you too.”

Darcy grinned at his cousin and uncle's quick save, “And I hope you will then grant me your third dance of the evening, sister?”

“I would not miss dancing with you for the world, brother.”

Everyone enjoyed the quick exchange, except for Miss Bingley whose plan was foiled and who had not yet been asked by anyone to dance.

The rest of the dinner passed without a single incident, unless one counted Bingley and Jane's ignoring their dinner partner's in favour of staring at each other.

When the dinner ended, the separation of the sexes did not last long. Yet, when the gentlemen rejoined the ladies, it was not without some consternation. Miss Bingley immediately took Mr. Darcy's arm almost the moment he exited Mr. Bennet's library. Although he wished to go speak to Elizabeth who was currently alone, he found no way to politely disengage Miss Bingley's arm from his. He could not get a word in edgewise as she chattered away about the delights of Pemberley and London Society over Hertfordshire society.

Meanwhile, Richard walked over and joined Elizabeth. Sitting next to her, he faced her, “Elizabeth, why were you so cool toward Darcy during dinner?”

“How am I supposed to react? Last autumn, he made himself as intolerable as he could. Now, he suddenly behaves so cheerfully and affably6. Which person is he?”

“Was not some of your earlier opinion framed on some of Wickham's statements which you now know were false7?”

“I admit that was true, however, it does not change his behavior before Mr. Wickham's arrival.”

“Elizabeth, I am beginning to think you want to think ill of Darcy. Is it because of his comment at the last assembly you both attended8?”

“No. I mean that is only an example of how he acted.”

“And did that not cloud your perceptions of his later behavior?”

Grudgingly, Elizabeth nodded after a few moments thought, “Perhaps it did. I cannot completely argue with that. However I must defend myself with the fact that he is little liked in Meryton in general due to his behavior.”

“Now it is my turn to admit failure on his part to act as he ought, but in his defense, he was upset over leaving his sister for the first time after Ramsgate7. Can you not grant him some lenience? From my time in London, I have learned a few things about Darcy, and I can assure you, he is trying to change, if you only give him a chance. That is all I ask, give Darcy a chance to prove himself this time.”

After a long silent pause in which Elizabeth sat very still, she agreed, “Alright, I will try to be more understanding.”

“Thank you, sister. That is all I wanted. Now, let me go release my poor cousin from his Miss Bingley induced prison.”

Here Elizabeth laughed as she could not but enjoy a little humour at the serious Mr. Darcy's expense.

She watched as her brother walked over and spoke briefly to Lady Fitzwilliam who nodded. Next, she witnessed him stroll over to where Darcy and Miss Bingley stood and smoothly take her free arm and start talking and steering her toward Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam. His tactic had forced Miss Bingley to relinquish Darcy's arm much to that gentleman's satisfaction and her displeasure. As Darcy rubbed his arm where the circulation had become restricted, he looked around the room and smiled as he noticed Elizabeth alone. He walked over and took the seat opposite her.

They continued their conversation from dinner with Elizabeth participating to a greater degree than earlier. When they exhausted that topic, they fell into silence.

After a few minutes, Elizabeth noted the apprehensive expression crossing his face. “Are you alright, Mr. Darcy?”

“Quite well, thank you.” He slipped into silence once more before taking a deep breath and facing her. “Miss Elizabeth, I have become aware that you may have overheard a comment I made very early in our acquaintance8. I must apologize for it. I can offer no excuses for my behavior. However, I would like to explain my poor mood that evening if you would allow me to.”

Seeing his earnest and anxious expression, Elizabeth bit her lip in discomfiture. He really seems sincere in his apology.

“Alright.” Her quiet and reticent response gave him some encouragement. At least she has not become angry at me.

“Let me say again that I truly did not mean what I said and the only explanation I can offer is that my mood was influence by a number of reasons not the least of which involved an issue that your brother disclosed to you.”

Understanding his allusion to his sister, she could not look him in the eye and turned her head away. “Yes, Richard was kind enough to warn us about the danger that gentleman presented7.”

“And can you understand how hard it was to leave my sister for the first time after . . . after that incident?”

“I think so, but how does that explain your behavior? I understand your distress, but to treat others with such distain takes a little more as you already had time to adjust to the idea. You had been at Netherfield for at least a week.”

“That is true, but add to that my earlier admission to you about my difficulty with meeting strangers9.”

“And I would ask you to recall my response to that admission.”

Darcy huffed in frustration. She is determined to make this as difficult as possible.

“True, and I will endeavor to follow your advice, if you will follow it yourself later this evening.”

Elizabeth's mouth dropped. With a retort on the tip of her tongue, she was interrupted.

“I very much look forward to hearing you play again. I truly enjoy hearing you.”

Perturbed at his ability to throw her off kilter, she shook her head as she blushed, “Perhaps, however you just changed the subject.”

He smiled, “Perhaps.” After a moment's pause he continued, “Besides disliking being pestered into dancing as Bingley tried to do8., there is only one more reason for my ill-temper, but it is not one I can speak of without . . . ummm . . . ahhh.”

Here Elizabeth grinned to herself; she knew exactly what that reason was especially after witnessing Miss Bingley's behavior only a few minutes earlier.

“I applaud your efforts to express that last reason as gentlemanly as possible, but I doubt there is a kind way to express it. Miss Bingley made her interest abundantly clear earlier5. Was she that . . . persistent . . . when you stayed at Netherfield?”

Darcy relaxed for the first time during his conversation with Elizabeth, thankful for her finally granting him a little respite. “Very much so. If I was not in my room or out riding or shooting with Bingley, she was always there. Her attentiveness, I must admit, continues to be overwhelming.”

Elizabeth smiled as he blushed while attempting to explain the situation without insulting his friend's sister. She could see the extreme difficulty in such an undertaking and felt a little compassion for the gentleman's enduring such behavior. It was with some difficulty that she found him to be quite the gentleman in this regard. She could tell it was not a subject he wished to speak of openly or at all, but that it still disconcerted him.

“That I cannot dispute nor would I try to.”

Before they could continue, Richard walked over and sat down looking very disgruntled as he crossed his arms.

“Brother, what could upset you so?”

“I have just been talking to Mr. Hurst.” He aimed a glare at his cousin whose lips twitched as he tried to restrain his smile. Catching the sparkle of amusement in his eye, Elizabeth decided she had to know what would amuse him so and disgruntle her brother at the same time.

“Mr. Darcy, what amuses you so that causes my brother so much . . . discomfort?”

“You need not tell her Darcy.”

“On the contrary, Richard, you want him to. Otherwise, I will be forced to tease, pester and annoy you until you tell me. Would this not be the easier route?”

“Alright!” Richard grimaced obviously disliking this turn of events.

“Well, Mr. Darcy, are you not going to tell me what has happened?”

“Oh, definitely, Miss Bennet. You see, my cousin, or I should say your brother, has just learned of his distant kinship to a certain Miss Caroline Bingley.”

Elizabeth's eyebrows went up in disbelief. “Really? How is that possible?”

“Mr. Hurst's second cousin is married to a Mrs. Smith's stepdaughter. Mrs. Smith is Mr. Collins' Aunt.”

“And Mr. Collins is our Cousin.” Elizabeth's lips twitched. She did not feel dismayed as she totally expected the relationship to be much closer in the relatively near future, but she was sure she could imagine the dismay the other lady felt at discovering this distant relationship.

Turning to see her brother's countenance looking more like that of a petulant child, she rolled her eyes, “Come now, you have to admit it is funny especially considering her opinion of our low connections10..”

Finally, Richard let slip a small smile, “I concede, that aspect does have its humour,”

Finally, his admission allowed them to laugh openly. This brought the attention of the whole room. While most smiled and shared the feeling of cheer, one lady glared at the scene silently wishing they had never met the Bennets.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3 & 9
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 2 & 19
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 15
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 21
5) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 8, 10-11
6) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 1
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 16; Volume 2 Chapter 11-12
8) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3
9) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 8
10) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 8

Chapter 20

Posted on Tuesday, 11 March 2008

After the dinner at Longbourn, the two parties spent little time together. Between everyday duties, callers and preparation for the upcoming Assembly, neither had much time left to visit. This left the eldest Miss Bennet a little quiet, but a cheerful quiet much to her family's pleasure. Whenever the subject of dancing came up, her face retained a dreamy quality as she obviously thought about a certain gentleman.

At the same time, said gentleman started to annoy his family and friends with his continual enthusiasm for the upcoming Ball. His delight at having gained the opportunity to dance the first two with Miss Bennet knew no bounds. The only one who could endure his constant commentary on the eldest Miss Bennet's beauty and virtues with a smile was Miss Darcy who found a little amusement in his besotted state. It could not be assumed, however, that her brother was in any degree disapproving of his friend's admiration; rather, he wished to get two words in about another Miss Bennet he found much more captivating. Thus, Bingley's rhapsodizing created a rather grumpy Darcy.

Meanwhile, each house in the neighbourhood threw itself into a flurry of activity as the aforementioned Assembly approached. Mothers' fussed over their daughters and their daughters' dresses preparing to meet the new Bennet heir. Everyone wanted to look their best. Even though Longbourn boasted only a modest income, it remained one of the largest in the neighbourhood and thus very attractive to the surrounding matrons and their daughters. They also knew of his connection to the Earl of _____ and the Darcys and hoped that it might provide introductions to other eligible gentlemen. Even the various shops, particularly the dressmakers, felt they owed a debt of gratitude to the Bennets for the sharp increase in business. As such they took meticulous care in finishing the new dresses ordered for the youngest three Miss Bennets. Jane purchased a new gown while in London and Elizabeth had several made before she had left for Kent causing both to decline new dresses like their sisters.

When the day finally arrived, Longbourn was relatively peaceful compared to the uproar occurring in their neighbours' homes. Thus, the female populace were prepared in plenty of time for the Assembly.

All were standing in the foyer about to leave when Lydia complained of a headache. Frustration appeared on more than one face, however at least two faces bore an air of distrust. Mrs. Bennet bustled over to her daughter putting her hand on her head to see if there were any fever, but found none. While she was taking care of Lydia, Mr. Bennet suggested that the first part of their group go on ahead and the other would follow shortly. Thus, the Fitzwilliam carriage conveying the Earl and his wife, Richard and the two eldest Bennet girls left while Mr. Bennet spoke to his wife.

Soon after arriving, they found a number of people already in attendance. Maria approached them quickly and after exchanging polite greetings with all of them, she pulled Elizabeth away from them and proceeded to talk cheerily to her about a number of things including the letter her father had received from Mr. Collins. They laughed over some of the ridiculous things the man had written, but both expressed their concern over his disbelief of the situation especially in conjunction with his remarks involving Lady Catherine.

“Well, Lizzy, it seems we may have to expect a visit from my brother-in-law in the near future. I do not think he will reconcile what has happened until he sees your brother himself.”

“Most probably not. Although I am glad we no longer fear the entailment, I do feel for Charlotte.”

“Elizabeth, Charlotte would not wish for your pity. She knew what she was marrying and my sister is resourceful enough to handle anything.”

Elizabeth nodded still feeling much sympathy for her friend.

“Lizzy, Charlotte will handle this with more aplomb than you are crediting her for. I am sure there will be a momentary disappointment, but her joy for you and your family will greatly exceed any regret she might feel.”

“Charlotte is as always a very good friend.”

The two smiled and by mutual agreement changed subjects. They were not long in discussing their new topic when Mrs. Bennet, Mary and Kitty arrived. Noticing the absence of two of her party, Elizabeth excused herself and hurried over to her mother.

“Mama, where are Lydia and Papa?”

Sighing Mrs. Bennet looked at her daughter in concern, “Lydia continues to insist that her headache is very bad, so your father insisted we go on without them. I wish your father had come. I am sure Lydia is only doing this to upset the evening, she has been too quiet lately.”

“Well, think of it this way, Papa is saved from attending another dance, we get to enjoy showing off our brother without worrying about Lydia's behavior and without her getting her way in this.”

Mrs. Bennet smiled, “You are very right Lizzy. It will be a delightful evening, though I must admit I dearly wanted to dance with your father tonight. It has been too long since we last did so.”

Elizabeth's eyebrows rose and Mary and Kitty blinked and looked at each other signaling their surprise at their parents ever dancing; their father always declared himself averse to the activity. Her mother noticed their surprise and grinned, “Do not be so surprised girls. Your father was quite a good dancer when we first met.”

They watched their mother glide over to their Aunt Philips and begin talking. Elizabeth was still watching her mother deep in thought over how much she really did not know about her own family when Kitty drew her attention.

“Lizzy, Mary, look! Richard is in trouble.”

“What?” All three turned to see Richard in the middle of a throng of young women; his head rotating in one direction and then another as each young lady spoke to him. They could see him stammering out answers to the mass of questions thrown at him. It seemed that Mr. Bingley's departure that fall1 without becoming engaged to any lady of the locality had caused a number of the ladies to become more aggressive in pursuing a gentleman they wanted for a husband.

“It does not speak well for his military career if he can find himself backed into a corner by a gaggle of girls.” Kitty giggled while Elizabeth failed to suppress her own smirk at Mary's evaluation of their brother's tactical skills or lack thereof.

“Well, he is our brother and we had best rescue him before he collapses from sheer panic.”

“What makes you think he is panicked, Kitty?”

“Do you not see, Lizzy? He is surrounded and cannot get away. See how he keeps looking up over their heads in an attempt to find an avenue of escape and his smile is strained.”

All three sisters strolled over and all attempted to penetrate the circle of ladies only to find them closing ranks on them. Kitty, however, refused to be rebuffed and promptly pushed her way through totally ignoring decorum. Latching onto her brother's arms she announced he was needed by the family and swiftly pulled her brother out of their encirclement and right over to the Fitzwilliams who were talking to the recently arrived Darcys and Bingleys. Darcy grinned at his cousin as Richard marched passed him, putting himself in the center of his friends and family. As soon as Richard turned around, he sent a glare Darcy's way.

“It is not funny.”

“Oh, but it is cousin. I see your sister was right.”

“It does not matter if she was right, it still is not funny.” His indignant tone only made him sound childish.

“Really, Richard. As I recall you always found it extremely amusing when I endured similar problematic circumstances in London.”

Richard reddened and looked down, “I am sorry for that Darcy, I truly did not know what it was like. I apologize.”

“I understand, but perhaps we can help each other out of these situations in the future?”

“Of course, but I have the feeling you will end up helping me more as you will not be single much longer.”

Darcy blushed. “That is not certain. Your sister no longer openly dislikes me, but neither does she like me yet either.”

“Do not worry. I think she can learn to like you and this is only the first step in the process. Just keep showing her how congenial you can behave to her and her neighbours and it will go along way to gaining her affection.”

Both stopped their conversation as Sir William Lucas approached, “Well, Mr. Richard, we have no one to start the dancing, why do you not take a partner and lead on.”

“Oh, no, I could not start the dancing.” He glanced over at Georgiana who looked alarmed at the mere thought of leading the first dance with her cousin.

Noticing her niece's alarm, Lady Fitzwilliam interrupted by walking over and speaking quietly to the gentleman. “Sir William, I hope you will not mind, but Richard is dancing with Miss Darcy first and as my niece is not yet out she is limited to dancing only with family. She is very shy and I fear being forced to lead will rather frighten her2.”

“Ah, that is quite understandable I assure you. Then why do not you and your husband lead the first, it may put her at ease and we would be honoured if you did so.”

Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam agreed as Georgiana and Richard let out a sigh of relief. Feeling the same as his sister and cousin, Darcy simply closed his eyes and let out the breath he had held.

The first strains of music for the first dance filtered through the air, ending conversation among several groups. Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam made their way onto the floor as Richard held out his hand to Georgiana who smiled as she accepted it. Bingley soon led Jane to the floor quickly followed by Darcy and Elizabeth. Kitty grinned at her sisters as she and Denny joined the line. Even Mary, who usually preferred not to dance, found herself in line with a visiting cousin of one of their neighbours. Soon, the floor was filled with movement and the sound of a number of conversations going on at once.

As the dance proceeded, one young woman fanned herself angrily as she stood off to the side. Abandoned by all of her own party, Caroline Bingley raised her chin feeling the insult of not dancing the first dance of the evening.

As the last strains of the second dance flittered through the air, Caroline moved quickly to join Mr. Darcy as he escorted Elizabeth from the floor. When he let go of Elizabeth's hand, Caroline moved in and took his arm totally unaware of his tightening jaw and glare. Her grip was such that he could not remove his arm without causing a scene.

“My dear Miss Eliza, you must be glad of any opportunity to dance as your sisters do. Pray tell me, Miss Eliza, where is your youngest sister? It would be a pity for her to be restricted from such an activity she so obviously enjoyed. No doubt the militia mourns the loss of her company.” Her insincere smile only angered both people.

Thankfully, Bingley noticed his sister's interference and strolled over to them with Jane on his arm.

“Caroline, please let go of Darcy's arm so he may dance with Miss Bennet.” Turning to Elizabeth he smiled widely and offered his arm, “Miss Elizabeth, shall we dance?”

Smiling, Elizabeth accepted his arm and as they passed Caroline on the way back to the floor, Bingley leaned close to his sister's ear and whispered, “India, Caroline. India.”

Paling at her brother's words, she mutely let go of Mr. Darcy's arm who immediately escorted Jane away to join the dance. Caroline walked over to chair in a corner and sat down. From that point on she interacted little. A few brave young men, several in the militia, asked her to dance and were accepted. Although her feelings remained less than cordial, she would never allow herself to sit out an entire evening.

Meanwhile, the rest of the attendee's enjoyed themselves tremendously although a few mothers and their daughters were a little vexed. No one seemed to gain much opportunity of speaking to the Bennet heir as his sisters constantly pulled him from one place to another. Although that proved an irritation, the gossip proved much more rewarding. No one missed the attention a certain unsociable Mr. Darcy bestowed upon a Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Many felt astonishment that the same man who had insulted Miss Elizabeth on first acquaintance now seemed to find her captivating3. Speculation again arose over how soon the obviously still enamoured Mr. Bingley would propose to the eldest Miss Bennet.

About half-way into the assembly, a messenger arrived from Longbourn. The Earl and Lady Fitzwilliam noticed Mrs. Bennet approach the doors and take the note and promptly pale as she read it. Exchanging a quick glance, the Earl excused himself and moved toward Mrs. Bennet.

“Mrs. Bennet, are you unwell?”

“No, no, I am fine, but I need to return home immediately. Something has come up. I do not know how to retrieve all the girls without . . .without . . .”

At this point Lady Fitzwilliam joined them having overheard a little, “I beg your pardon Mrs. Bennet, but may I see the note? Perhaps we may help.”

Mrs. Bennet handed her the note looking at the same time relieved and more nervous. After reading the note, she handed it to her husband who pursed his lips in a clear sign of aggravation to his wife.

Lady Fitzwilliam turned back to her son's real mother, “Mrs. Bennet, why not let my husband escort you home. Richard and I can chaperone the girls a while longer and return without causing a scene. I am sure my nephew would be more than happy to help escort the girls home.”

“Thank you.” Mrs. Bennet expressed breathlessly and then hurriedly left followed by Lord Fitzwilliam.

Before Lady Fitzwilliam could return to the ball, her nephew approached her.

“Aunt is something wrong?”

“Not now Darcy. All I will say for now is that Mrs. Bennet has gone home and the Miss Bennets should return home in a little while. Might I prevail upon you to escort some of them home as there is not enough room in the carriage to convey all of us?”

Confused and now worried, Darcy nodded, “Of course I will Aunt.”

“Thank you.” As she started to leave, she paused and turned back, “Please do one more thing for me, do not let them know that anything is wrong. It will only make it more difficult.”

“That will not be easy with some, but I will try. How long should we wait before leaving?”

“I think no more than an hour.”

Both parted, each to inform the Miss Bennets of their mother's returning home. Although Elizabeth felt that something more had happened, she caught the expression on Darcy's face and held her tongue.

An hour later, the Bennets, Darcy's and Fitzwilliams took their leave. Bingley would have left with them had not Caroline suddenly decided to become more active in dancing than she had earlier forcing him to remain and become so solemn that no one could elicit more than a half-hearted smile out of him.

On the journey home, Elizabeth and Jane found themselves sitting in the Darcy carriage in silence. Finally, Elizabeth could take no more and spoke, “Mr. Darcy, is there anything you can tell us about why my mother left so early?”

“I am sorry to say I do not know. My Aunt would tell me nothing except the implication that something was wrong. I wish I could tell you more.”

“So do I.”

Feeling the tension around her, Georgiana's own concern for them grew. “Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, I hope that everything will turn out well and that this is only a small upset.” She bit her lower lip in nervousness.

Seeing the younger girl's anxiety, Elizabeth smiled a little, “Thank you, your concern is much appreciated. With your uncle and my parents handling whatever has happened, it should work out.”

After this, the carriage fell back into silence, the concern of all too great to continue any conversation. Once at Longbourn, Mr. Darcy stepped out first and handed down both Elizabeth and Jane. As he was about to take his leave, Lord Fitzwilliam came out.

“Darcy, if you will could you stay for a few minutes?”

“I have my sister here . . .”

“Yes, yes, Georgiana could stay with the Miss Bennets in the upper sitting room. I know Mrs. Bennet will not mind. Please, we could use your help for a few minutes.”

Caught between taking care of his sister and being useful to Miss Elizabeth's family, Darcy hesitated until his sister poked her head out of the carriage.

“I do not mind, Fitzwilliam. I will be perfectly alright talking with the Miss Bennets while you are busy. They are Richard's family after all.”

Darcy smiled at his sister and nodded before handing her out as well. His uncle quickly told the driver where to take the carriage until needed.

As they entered, Lady Fitzwilliam met them having arrived a few minutes before them due to Sir William Lucas' delaying Darcy with his effusive commentary on the evening until Darcy managed to politely excuse himself. She stopped to speak to them while the gentlemen continued on to the library.

“Jane, Elizabeth please take Georgiana up your mother's parlour. You will find Mary and Kitty already there and I have ordered tea.”

“Lady Fitzwilliam, please, can you tell us what has happened?” Looking at them with compassion, she smiled wanly and shook her head.

“I can say nothing now. When everything is said and done, I will let your father tell you. Now, please, go upstairs. The sooner you do, the sooner we can finish everything and tell you. Please.”

Nodding in acceptance, Jane and Elizabeth started leading Georgiana above stairs when shouting was heard coming from their father's library before they heard a door close. All three looked at each other in shock at what they heard. The eldest Miss Bennets shared a look, both certain that the voice they heard belonged to Lydia. Observing the pallor settling on Miss Darcy, they hurried her to the parlour where they found a pensive Mary and Kitty.

Immediately, Jane set about pouring the tea that had already arrived and Elizabeth tried distracting everyone by describing her brother's ordeals throughout the assembly. Her description of events caused Kitty to join in adding her own observations. Eventually, they all passed the time in a somewhat cheerful manner even though their concerns were never far from the surface.

Meanwhile, the proceedings in the library passed with far less pleasantry. Mr. Bennet sat at his desk facing his youngest daughter who sat slouched in her chair, sulking. His wife sat to the side wiping tears from her eyes after having received some bitter recriminations from her formerly favorite daughter. The Earl stood near Mr. Bennet and Darcy sat uncomfortably with his Aunt a little distance away. Richard stood off to the side glaring at his youngest sister. Lydia, on the other hand, cared not for any anger directed toward her. She felt completely justified in her actions.

Finally Mr. Bennet calmed himself to a point where he could speak, “Lydia, without throwing accusations at anyone, at anyone, I want you to tell me what you think you were doing.”

Snorting, Lydia just looked away.

“Lydia.”

“I was leaving.”

Here Richard interjected from his position leaning against the bookcase with his arms crossed in front of him, “More like running away.”

“Well, I was not wanted here!”

“Lydia.”

“Oh, yes! Lydia, Lydia, Lydia. Lydia must always be told to behave, she can do no right.”

“Lydia, enough! Where do you think you were going?” Mr. Bennet's frustration grew with her silence. Finally she answered petulantly.

“London.”

“And what were you going to do there? A young woman alone and without money?”

“I have some money. I would have managed quite well enough.”

“How much?”

“Ten pounds.”

Richard snorted. “You could not have survived on ten times that for long.”

“I could have gone to Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. They would have helped me.”

Mr. Bennet glared at his wayward daughter, “On the contrary, they would not. They would have contacted me immediately and sent you back.”

Here Lydia remained silent.

Sighing, Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter. He did not want to hurt her or distrust her, but he felt she could go no longer without severe discipline and feared she was already too set in her ways. Thus, he decided to give her one more chance and if she did not take it, he would take action. “Lydia, I want you to promise to remain here and do as you are told.”

“No! I will not do it. I am so tired of my uppity brother getting all the attention. He is not so perfect as you make him out to be.”

“Alright Lydia, that is your opinion, but no one has ever made out that he or any of us were perfect. If that is your decision, I have no choice but to send you off to school.”

“To School! I do not want to go!” Everyone rolled their eyes in disgust at Lydia's wail.

“To school you will go, Lydia. Your behavior has deteriorated to the point that none of us can convince you of the truth. Richard has tried to befriend you and you have rebuffed him at every turn. Each of us has tried to talk with you, but you refuse to listen. Tell me, how is it then our fault you chose to run away?”

“Because you change everything to suit that person you call my brother! Nothing is the same! You tell me I am wrong all the time!”

“On the contrary Lydia, we have tried to be considerate of your feelings but you give us little to work with. Naturally some things change as we have regained your brother after so many years. It is impossible that things would not change, but I do not see all as a change for the worse no matter what you perceive.” Turning to the Earl, “Do you have any recommendations about an appropriate school?”

“Not really as I have no daughters; but my niece attended a school until recently so Darcy and Richard could tell you 4. However, Darcy handled most of the dealings with the school and could advise you best. It is why I asked him to stay.”

Standing, Mr. Bennet gestured for both gentlemen to join him over by the window where they held a hushed conversation.

“Mr. Darcy, I need a good school to take Lydia, but it has to be one that can handle her tantrums.”

“I do not know if my sister's school would be suitable for your daughter; however, the headmistress would be the best judge. If she knows of another place more suitable, she will tell you. I trust her judgment as she has never advised me wrong with Georgiana.”

“I too have met her and approve of her choices. If Greenwood School for Girls is not appropriate, she will advise you which other school would be best. She will probably even tell you if there are any openings and when there will likely be any if there are none currently.”

“Good, good.” Mr. Bennet grew pensive and thoughtful.

“If you would like, sir, I could write you a letter of introduction.”

“Thank you, I would appreciate it, Mr. Darcy.”

Soon after, Lydia was banished to her room with a footman and maid guarding her door. The Darcy's left after Darcy finished his letter to the school and left the address for Mr. Bennet who would send it express at the same time as his letter first thing in the morning.

Although the girls were still awake, Mr. Bennet sent them to bed telling them that he would tell them everything in the morning, but that it was better to get some rest before then. Instead of demanding to know immediately, they all took note of his drawn face and tired eyes and manner and choose to remain patient and do as he asked.

Thus, everyone went to bed, but few had a restful sleep. Some laid awake wondering what had happened, but those who knew mourned that the situation ever came about and questioned whether or not the solution that had been decided on was the best one they could use. Only Kitty managed to sleep well as she chose not to worry and instead think on the Assembly they had attended and her brother's apparent popularity.

Chapter 21

The next morning, breakfast turned out to be a dreary affair. Everyone sat silently picking at their food. All but one of the Bennet ladies anxiously awaited Mr. Bennet's explanation later that morning.

When no one could even think of attempting to eat, they adjourned to the drawing room where they found Mr. Bennet leaning against the mantelpiece wearing a weary expression. The tiredness in his eyes did not catch them by surprise as much as the degree of it.

Upon noticing their entrance, Mr. Bennet turned and addressed his daughters after acknowledging the others with a brief nod, “Girls, I would like you all to take a seat for I would like to get this over with.” They did as he asked while his wife took a seat near him focusing her eyes on her hands in her lap. Richard found a seat next to Mary and Kitty while the Earl and Lady Fitzwilliam stood off to the side.

Once everyone was settled, Mr. Bennet started, “As you all know, I chose to stay behind after Lydia complained of a headache and refused to go. What you do not know is my reason. I suspected Lydia was up to something and that she did not really have a headache. I sent her to her room to `rest' and went to my library with the pretext of reading; nevertheless, I left the door open and advised Mrs. Hill to watch her. I did not have to wait too long for Mrs. Hill to inform me that Lydia had left her room with her travel case and was slipping down the back staircase. I went outside along with Mrs. Hill and a few other servants to cut off her escape, but she slipped past and almost got away before one of the grooms caught her. The poor man received a number of bruises from her hitting him in her attempt to get away as well as a tongue lashing. Her yelling brought our attention and we soon returned her to the house.”

Here he paused to observe his family's reaction and saw astonishment and shock written on their faces.

“From that point on I tried to ascertain her reasons for this. No matter how I questioned her, she remained silent. Even when I threatened to send her away she would divulge nothing. The only reaction I received was her glare and coldness of manner of which the latter proved unsettling as it is very unlike her as you know. It was after some time of failure that I sent for your mother.”

Jane, who although pale, looked to Elizabeth, who likewise lacking in color, stared back sharing a silent understanding of the previous evenings events.

Meanwhile, Richard and Mary were trying to calm Kitty who had tears welling up in her eyes.

Mr. Bennet sighed as he continued, his voice heavy and cracking with emotion, “After your mother's arrival, everything flew apart. When your . . . mother . . . beseeched Lydia . . . to . . . tell us why . . . Lydia flew into a rage. She started throwing out accusations which I will not repeat to you; though, I am sure you can deduce what she said. It did not stop until after all of you returned home last night.”

He paused again to gage people's reactions and saw Jane sitting stiffly with her hand over her mouth looking at her mother. Her seating showed her uncertainty of whether to go and comfort her mother who was on the verge of tears or remain seated and hear the rest. Looking to his favorite, he was unsurprised by the mingling of disgust, anger and regret pasted on her face. Kitty's tears were now fully trailing down her face and Mary and Richard calmly held her hands.

Glancing at his wife, Mr. Bennet observed with sadness the tear silently making its way down her cheek.

Finally, Elizabeth spoke, “What is to be done then, Papa?”

This regained everyone's attention.

“Lydia will be sent away to school. Mr. Darcy has been kind enough to write a letter of introduction and recommendation to the headmistress of his sister's former school. We simply wait for a reply and as soon as an appropriate school has been decided upon, Lydia will be taken posthaste where she will stay until she has learned to behave appropriately.”

Silence enveloped the room as this information settled in.

“Papa?”

“Yes, Mary?”

“What will happen to Lydia until she goes to school? She will not likely capitulate to the plan.”

“She will stay in her room and not be allowed either visitors or to be in company. Her privileges including her allowance are revoked also. To prevent her from another runaway attempt, a footman or a maid will always be on duty by her door and one of the grooms will always be guarding the area by her window.”

“But Papa, they will need to rest sometime. Who will take their shift then?”

Here Richard interjected, “It should not take too long to receive a response from the school. So this should be necessary for only a few days at most. I would guess that Lydia will be on her way to school either Monday or Tuesday next week.”

Mary nodded in understanding and in a little pity for her youngest sister, but also comprehending that Lydia had brought it upon herself.

As this information still sank in Mrs. Bennet excused herself to her room. She even refused her daughter's company when Jane rose to join her and comfort her. Still in shock over the last evenings events, the family and Fitzwilliams spent the day quietly. Finally, about 4 in the afternoon an express arrived. Elizabeth and Jane looked up from their embroidery as their father took it into his library and closed the door. Both set their work down and watched the door in earnest. Despite their wish to keep an eye on the door for their father's exit and to learn what happened, their watch was disturbed by the hurried entrance of their brother.

“I saw the express rider come in, does father have the express?” Richard asked quickly and not a little out of breath.

Despite the current situation, Elizabeth smiled a little at Richard's referring to Mr. Bennet as his father too.

“Yes. He only just entered his library. I hope this will all be straightened out well.”

“As do I, as do I.” Richard said as he plopped down in the nearest arm chair and closed his eyes still breathing somewhat hard from his run to the house.

“Richard, how do you feel about what happened? You were there for part of it. How did Lydia react?” He opened his eyes to meet the inquisitive one's of his second sister's.

“Last night I was truly angry at our sister. Her treatment of our mother even after my return was appalling. It appears she blames our parents and I for my somehow usurping her position in the family . . . Oh, I do not know . . .” Throwing his hands in the air, he stood and walked across the room to the window and looked out with a troubled expression. “I do not know what else I could have done. Every time I tried to befriend her, she rebuffed and ignored me.” Turning back to his sister's, he continued, “Lizzy, Jane, what else could I have done to prevent this?”

Standing, Elizabeth and Jane joined him at the window. Elizabeth was the first to speak, “Richard, you are not to blame for this. No matter how much she blames you, I do not think you could do more.”

Richard stared out the window some more in contemplation before speaking in a low and barely audible voice, “Maybe I should never have found out about the switch.”

The next thing he knew he found himself facing the stern face of his sister Jane with her hand on his shoulder, “Do not you ever say that. Despite Lydia's behavior, we love you. You are our brother no matter what happened and nothing can change that. I for one am glad you have rejoined our family.”

Embracing his sister briefly, he replied, “Thank you, Jane. I am so glad you are my sister too.”

Just then, the door to the library opened and Mr. Bennet stepped out, “Good, you three can all hear this at once. Will you come into the library?”

It did not take them long to situate themselves on the opposite side of the desk from Mr. Bennet.

“I have here a letter, as I am sure you are aware, from Greenwood School for Girls in London. In it, the headmistress, a Mrs. Randall, informs me that although her school would be more than willing to accommodate my daughter, she feels that under the circumstances, another school would be preferable. It is at this point that she informs me of a school in Northamptonshire in which her sister is a teacher. She recommends it as a fine establishment and a strict one which I think ought to be just right for Lydia, right now. However, she states that it is a relatively new school too, although, she still recommends it. So, do any of you have an opinion on the subject?”

“Yes, what is the name of the school?”

Frowning, Mr. Bennet looked back down at the letter, “Ah, let me see. Here it is, Richard. Sotherton5.”

“Sotherton5! Why, that is a family estate as I recall!”

Mr. Bennet again perused the letter to confirm his son's report, “Indeed it was. It was formerly a family estate that was sold when the owner decided to move away. It was then bought by one local family as well as a few investors for the start of a school for girls. It currently goes by the name Sotherton School for Young Ladies. Did you know the family?”

“No, I did not, but I recall hearing something about the family and the estate a couple of years ago, but I do not recall what it was about 6.”

Finding an opportunity to speak, Elizabeth spoke up, “Papa, considering that this is so new a school, would it be reliable? Would it be the best place for Lydia?”

“Well, it does come highly recommended by the headmistress of the school Miss Darcy attended and Darcy told me that he trusts her advice.”

Raising an eyebrow, Elizabeth simply looked at her father.

“Lizzy, I know you are concerned that everything will work out, but the recommendation comes from Mr. Darcy who in turn was recommended by the Earl who I trust. Anyway, Lydia will be difficult no matter what we choose. Also, as it is a relatively close to us. After all, Northamptonshire is half the distance it is to Derbyshire.”

“Yes, Papa.” Elizabeth looked down in continued concern. Jane put her hand on her arm and smiled a little.

“Perhaps, this will be a good experience for her. She may make several good friends while she is there.”

“Perhaps.”

It was soon decided that they would accept Mrs. Randall's advice and Mr. Bennet sent his reply. Immediately after finishing his response, they went and informed the rest of the family whose reactions varied between regret, sorrow over the past and this parting, and a small feeling of pleasure at the end of this set of troubles for the present. The only thing that remained after these events was to inform Lydia herself. This job, Mr. Bennet took on himself and would not allow any one else to do it. Everyone in the drawing room listened as they listened to his steps go up the stairs and down the upper hall. They attended to the muffled speaking above stairs as much as possible and then they heard the door to Lydia's room open and then shut. Silence descended on the house for a precious few minutes before the most dreadful yelling and screaming could be heard emanating from Lydia's room. Finally, they heard a door slam in the midst of the screaming. They again perceived the sound of footsteps on the stairs before seeing a harried Mr. Bennet re-enter the drawing room.

“Well, I told her. I do not think I need to tell you her reaction.” From there, he immediately went over to his wife who stood over to the side and took her in his arms. “It will be alright, my dear. It will be alright.”

Although most were still disturbed by the sounds originating in the youngest Bennet's room, they were all touched by the scene before them.

Thus, the day continued to be punctuated with bursts of noise from above stairs until at about midnight the noises stopped completely. The family finally fell asleep.

The next day another express was received granting acceptance to Lydia from Sotherton School from Young Ladies. It also stated that they would be ready to receive her at any time. Mr. Bennet wrote back immediately stating that Lydia would be leaving for school the following Monday.

So, the next few days passed with a certain amount of tension in the house, thus the Miss Bennets decided it would be best to make a few calls in order to prevent calls being made on the house while Lydia continued to be just as noisy as the first day. Naturally, they dragged their brother with them. After their visits, the girls, especially Kitty and Elizabeth, found a certain amount of cheerfulness by teasing their brother yet again about the attention he received from the young ladies in the homes they visited. He bore it with a certain amount of tolerance that annoyed his sisters and thus produced a means of retaliation on them for their teasing. Their frustration in his imperturbable manner amused him in their redoubling their efforts and only meeting with failure. Finally, he burst out laughing at their expressions causing them to roll their eyes and laugh too. It was a much needed release from the current strain at home.

However, these stresses soon dissipated with Lydia's departure for Northamptonshire. Originally, only Mr. Bennet was to travel with Lydia, but Mrs. Bennet proved very persuasive in her reasoning that she should be allowed to accompany them. So, on Monday, those remaining at Longbourn saw Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and Lydia off with as much goodbyes as they could offer. Lydia refused to look or talk to anyone and simply marched right into the carriage without waiting for help after her father escorted her from her room. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet were much warmer in their farewells and stated their gratefulness over the short duration of the trip.

With that, peace returned to Longbourn even though everything seemed rather dull. All were pleased when Mr. and Mrs. Bennet returned two days later. What made the return of even greater pleasure was the surprise Mr. Bennet had brought with him. He informed them, with as much suspense as possible, also causing his wife to roll her eyes at his antics, that he had accepted a dinner invitation to Netherfield for the whole family and tentatively for the Fitzwilliams7. Thus, the whole family returned to cheerfulness with the increase of hustle and bustle that comes with preparing for a much wished for dinner engagement.

While the ladies were busy chattering about clothes and certain gentlemen at Netherfield Park, Mr. Bennet, the Earl and Richard retreated to the Library with amused faces.

References:
1) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 21
2) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 3 Chapter 2
3) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 3
4) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 2 Chapter 12
5) Austen, Jane. Mansfield Park. Chapter 6
6) Austen, Jane. Mansfield Park. Chapter 46-48
7) Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Volume 1 Chapter 1 & 2

To Be Continued . . .

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