A Double Wedding

by Jan H

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Elizabeth and Darcy have finally declared their love. But will she and Jane be able to have their double wedding in spite of numerous obstacles and the obstructions of a obstropolous father?

Chapter One

It is a well-known fact that Fitzwilliam Darcy was a master at hiding his emotions. Any common acquaintance, upon meeting him on the road to Meryton one fine day in late October, could not have imagined the turmoil astir in his heart for in outward appearances Mr. Darcy appeared perfectly composed, but inwardly he struggled to contain his joy. He still could not quite grasp the fact that Miss Elizabeth Bennet had actually accepted his proposal of marriage. Only a few moments had elapsed since she had said those unbelievable words, “. . . my feelings are quite the opposite,” in response to his second declaration of his previous addresses to her last spring. He had spoken of what a difference she had made in his life, how he would still remain that same proud, disagreeable man if she had not effected this transformation in him by her first refusal of his advances. Mentally he acknowledged that she truly had agreed to become his wife, but it did not slow the rapid beating of his heart. He imagined that Elizabeth could see it even now, thumping through his great coat for it seemed exceedingly apparent to Darcy.

While Darcy's thoughts whirled in his mind, Elizabeth Bennet's emotions were so stirred that she fought the temptation to cry and laugh at the same time. Mr. Darcy truly did still love her! She had not lost him even through the scandalous behaviour of her sister, Lydia, nor the clearly uncivil manner in which her mother tolerated him in her house, nor even by the horribly outrageous words of rejection she, herself, had spoken to him in Hunsford. How could he still love her? She would never understand it, but she thanked Heaven above for this second chance with this wonderfully kind, generous and oh, so handsome man! When he had concluded his last sentence with the words, “dearest, loveliest Elizabeth,” the look in his eyes as he inclined his head to her had melted her heart and it was all that she could do not to reach out to him. Oh, how she longed for his touch, his embrace, but that simply would not do, not here on a public lane with Jane and Mr. Bingley walking only a short distance ahead. But it will come, she comforted herself, surely it will come.

The young couple continued on the path to Meryton, speaking of their past misunderstandings and laughing at their difficulties in overcoming their different forms of pride and prejudice.

“But, Miss Bennet,” Darcy asked, “do tell me, when did you first begin to change your mind towards me? What possible occurrence caused your heart to soften when it was plain to see that you truly did despise me?”

“I never despised you, sir. Perhaps I did not like you as I do now, but in such cases as this I do believe a good memory is not to be desired.”

Darcy smiled, but would not let his request be so easily dismissed. “Please be serious, my love, and tell me when you began to care for me.” He wanted to ask, when you began to love me, but feared to be that forward, for although she had agreed to become his bride she had not yet spoken that word in her regard for him. Was he wishing for too much, he wondered?

Elizabeth looked at the ground, blushing slightly at hearing herself described as his love. “It came on so gradually that I am not really sure, but I do believe it happened when we met again at Pemberley.”

“Ah, yes, Pemberley. I shall never forget the way you jumped to Georgiana's defense when Miss Bingley so thoughtlessly brought up a certain man's name. And as you turned the pages for my sister at the pianoforte - the way you looked up at me with those beautiful fine eyes of yours - that look will live in my memory forever. It was all that I could do to keep from springing up right then and there and renewing my addresses to you in front of the entire company!”

It was now Elizabeth's turn to laugh. “One of your guests would have passed out from shock I am sure, sir.”

“Ah, you are referring to Miss Bingley, are you not?”

“She is rather obvious in her admiration of a certain gentleman, but I could have been referring to myself, as well.”

“If you did not react in that manner the first time I proposed, I doubt that a second proposal in even so public a setting could provoke such a response. You have, however, failed to answer my first question.”

“I confess I have forgotten what it was, sir.”

“Was it while standing at the pianoforte that you first began to experience a softening of your feelings toward me?”

“No,” Elizabeth smiled, glancing quickly at Darcy while wondering how he would take her teasing. “I believe I was perhaps referring to my first glimpse of you at Pemberley.”

“Your first glimpse?” he mused and then a look of recognition and remembrance coloured his countenance. “Not when I was dripping wet!” he exclaimed.

“Exactly!” she laughed. “I had never seen the proud, always perfectly composed Mr. Darcy look quite so human. I do believe my heart began to tumble at that very moment.”

“Would that I always immersed myself in the pond before I approached you, then . . . is there one near here? Would you wait while I engaged in a quick swim?”

“There is no need, sir, for I believe since that very moment I have failed to gain control of my heart.”

“You have truly regarded me as human since that time?”

“Not only human, but kind and loving to your sister, hospitable to my relatives, and so very generous to my family. I have truly never known a finer man than you, sir.” Darcy's eyes darkened as he saw the steadfast look in her eyes. Oh, how he wanted to hold her, to kiss those soft, inviting lips, but he knew that he must wait. He must control his emotions. “Elizabeth, what is to prohibit us from returning to Longbourn at once so that I may ask your father's consent?”

Elizabeth delighted in his impatience and was about to agree, when Mr. Bingley called to the couple. “I say, Darcy, here we are at Meryton. What do you and Miss Bennet say to having a cup of tea at the inn?”

“Too late,” she murmured.

Darcy groaned, but replied in the affirmative to Bingley, and the two couples proceeded to the inn. Quietly he whispered to Elizabeth, “Must we keep our engagement secret or may we reveal it to Bingley and your sister?”

“I believe propriety declares that we remain silent until you have spoken to my father, sir.”

He looked down at her laughing eyes and tried to suppress a smile. “Propriety can be damned as far as I am concerned. I would stand in the town square and declare it to the whole of Meryton!”

“Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth laughed.

“But do not fear, Miss Bennet, I will be circumspect. I do hope you appreciate, however, exactly how difficult it is to keep myself from holding your hand.”

With those words, he took her elbow and escorted her into the inn. At his touch, Elizabeth thought her heart would surely stop beating and she bit her lip to keep from smiling too much.

As the servant led the couples to the finest table in the establishment, Jane glanced quickly at her sister. “Lizzy, are you well?”

“I am very well, Jane. Why would I not be?”

“It is just that your face is so flushed. Surely you appear to have a fever. Charles, does my sister not look quite pink to you?”

Before Mr. Bingley could answer, Darcy interjected, “It must be the exercise giving Miss Bennet a healthy glow. I see nothing out of the ordinary. She looks exceptionally well to me.”

Elizabeth ducked her head as she felt her cheeks grow even rosier with Mr. Darcy's words. She knew there was no way she could look at Jane without revealing her feelings, for her sister knew her too well. At that moment the servant asked for their orders and Lizzy was thankful that Jane soon became preoccupied in deciding whether to have just tea or join Bingley in scones and cream.

“How about you, Miss Elizabeth,” Bingley asked, “will you join me in some scones as well?”

“Thank you, no,” she demurred. The very thought of swallowing anything more than liquid at present was more than Elizabeth could manage.

“And Darcy? Did that walk whet your appetite?”

Little does he know, Darcy mused, but replied simply, “A cup of tea will be sufficient.”

Fortunately for Darcy and Elizabeth, Bingley and Jane were too wrapped up in each other to spend much time observing the demeanor of the couple sitting across the table. Still, Lizzy struggled to keep from looking directly at Darcy, knowing that if she did she would be lost in the desire so evident in his eyes. As for Darcy, he could not tear his eyes from her face, but as he had been in the habit of staring at her for some time now, neither Jane nor Bingley saw anything unusual.

“Lizzy,” Jane said, blushing, “we have set our wedding day.”

“How wonderful! And will it be soon?”

“Not soon enough!” Bingley exclaimed. “If I had my way it would be tomorrow!”

And if I had my way, Darcy thought, mine would be tonight! His eyes did not miss the way Bingley was allowed to clasp his fiancée's hand and he longed for that liberty with Elizabeth. The servant arrived with the tea tray and as she placed the china cups and saucers upon the crisp, white linen tablecloth, she also gave each diner a spoon and freshly starched napkin. Elizabeth picked up her napkin and promptly dropped it between her chair and that of Mr. Darcy. As she bent to retrieve it, she found her eyes locked into his and their faces not two inches apart.

“Allow me, Miss Bennet,” he said, picking up the napkin from the floor and placing it in her hand.

“Thank you,” she replied, all too aware that his hand was still firmly clasping hers as she placed it in her lap. The tablecloth provided the perfect barrier to the other couple's eyes, but Lizzy felt her face flaming as Darcy began stroking her hand. He must stop this, she thought, or Jane will surely suspect something, but oh, pray, I do not want him to stop, not now, not ever.

“I say, Darcy, have you gone deaf?” Bingley asked.

“What?” Darcy jumped as though he had been caught. “Did you say something?”

“I asked that you pass the cream, man.”

Reluctantly releasing Elizabeth's hand, Darcy did as he had been asked.

“You really do seem preoccupied today, Darcy. Have you heard from your steward? Are things not going well at Pemberley?” inquired Bingley.

“Things are perfect at Pemberley, Bingley. Please do not concern yourself with my appearance. Surely you have much more pleasant thoughts to occupy your attention,” Darcy said, nodding slightly at Jane. She blushed and looked down, but then caught Lizzy's eye. Something was amiss, she was sure, for Lizzy's colour to remain so exceptionally rosy, but it was obvious that her sister did not want it brought to the attention of their companions.

“Jane, you failed to complete telling us about the wedding date,” Lizzy said, her voice a bit breathless.

“The 26th of November!” Bingley declared. “Exactly one year from the day when I last danced with my lovely Jane at Netherfield.”

Lizzy smiled. “How romantic.”

“I do believe that is one year from the last time I danced with you, Miss Elizabeth,” observed Darcy.

“I believe it is,” she concurred.

“And you will be my maid of honour, Lizzy, will you not?”

“Of course, dear Jane.”

Unless I make her your matron of honour, Darcy said to himself, amusing himself with the thought of all that would entail.

“The time is so short and we have so many plans to make and preparations to organize that I am certain Mama will be using her smelling salts quite frequently when we announce the date.”

“Of that we can be absolutely certain,” Lizzy agreed. And just wait until she hears my news, she thought. She could hear her mother's voice now, “Ten thousand a year! Oh, I must lie down! What flutterings and beatings my poor heart is going through!” Lizzy resolved to refrain from telling her mother the news until after Mr. Darcy had left the house that evening. The very thought of his having to endure her hysterics and imprudent words was far too mortifying.

The four young people passed the remainder of the hour happily discussing the forthcoming wedding, but at last Darcy felt he could sit still no longer. He wished to run to Longbourn this very moment to speak to Mr. Bennet. “Should we not be returning? The afternoon will soon be gone.”

Bingley agreed and the couples soon walked up the path leading to Longbourn. For a man in such a hurry, Darcy slowed his gait considerably, eventually lagging far behind Bingley and his intended. A light wind arose and the falling leaves swirled round and round in a cascade of autumn colours.

“Will you not take my arm, Elizabeth? Your sister is already concerned about your health and perhaps you do look a bit flushed. Surely it will not seem out of place for me to assist you on our walk.”

Elizabeth smiled to see Darcy's dimples appear as she tucked her hand inside the fold of his arm, but the flush on her face did not disappear as she felt his other hand close upon hers. How can the simple touch of his hand and the strength of his arm beneath his coat provoke such heat in the pit of my stomach? She actually felt that she needed the support of his arm, as her knees were very close to buckling. They walked in silence, reveling in this first opportunity of physical closeness. As their steps became shorter and shorter, the other couple had soon walked completely out of their sight.

“Mr. Darcy, might you be interested in seeing a beautiful prospect of Netherfield?”

“If you wish.”

“I ask because it lies only a short ways down this lane directly to the left of us.”

“Off the public path?”

“As you see,” she replied with an arch look, leading the way through the trees. He followed her with a curious look as Lizzy led him up a slight slope and around a bend, stopping under a giant oak tree, which spread its sun-dappled limbs far and wide in welcoming shade.

“There! Is it not as beautiful a view as I promised?” she asked, leaning against the trunk of the great tree and smiling up at him from below her thick dark lashes.

“More than you can ever know,” Darcy answered, never moving his hungry eyes from her face and form.

“Sir, I do not believe you have even glanced at the prospect to which I refer,” she laughed.

“How can I, when I cannot tear my eyes from so much beauty in front of me?” he said, leaning both his arms against the tree on either side of her. She caught her breath as his face drew dangerously close to hers.

“Elizabeth, I know we are not formally engaged and cannot be until I secure your father's consent, but my feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you again how much I ardently love and desire you.”

“Since there is no one but us to hear, I can see no harm. It is certainly preferable to your shouting it from the town square in Meryton,” she teased.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to keep from . . .” he broke off, bringing his hand to his mouth and looking away.

“To keep from what?” she asked gently.

“To keep from - do I ask too much? May I kiss you, Elizabeth? I am tortured with wanting you!”

She could not take her eyes from his. They were deep black pools of painful longing. “I would never wish to do harm to any man; it was most unconsciously done, and I hope will be of short duration,” she whispered and then added the words he longed to hear, “dearest William.”

Darcy felt his heart surge as she spoke his name and watched her raise her lovely face to his, her eyes lowering to his mouth. As he heard her quick intake of breath, he slowly, oh so slowly and softly touched her lips with his. It was all that he could do to keep his lips sealed, but as he was certain this was her first kiss, he knew he must not frighten her with the intensity of his desire. As he pulled away from her, though, he could not believe his ears when he heard her soft pleading, “Again, please.”

That was more than any man could stand - this beautiful apparition turning into a willing, responsive woman. Darcy gathered Elizabeth into his arms and pressed his mouth upon hers, deepening his kiss until he felt her lips part. Was there ever a woman made such as this one? Her body pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around her waist and he could not keep himself from stroking her back. Her hands had been pressed against his chest, but as their kiss endured, she clasped them around his neck and he felt her fingers in his hair. I am losing control, he thought, I must stop before I go too far!

Darcy forced himself to step back, taking her hands in his. “Elizabeth, forgive me.”

“Of what?” she murmured.

“Of taking too many liberties. You have no idea what touching you does to me.”

“Nor what it does to me, sir.”

He smiled, thrilled at her words and her response to his affection. “Elizabeth, will I offend you if I ask a personal question?”

“Right now, I should say you are fairly safe in doing nothing that would offend me,” she smiled.

“Am I right in my belief? Am I the first man you have ever kissed?” Darcy's voice was husky, almost fearful of her answer.

“And if I said that you are not, what would you say?” she asked cheekily.

His face darkened. “Elizabeth, do not tease. I am serious.”

“As I am. If you are not the first man I have kissed, is our engagement off? Do you no longer desire my kisses?”

“Elizabeth, I shall never give you up, but I do want to know - am I the first?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she said solemnly, looking up at him, suddenly shy, “you are the first, the only man who has ever kissed my lips.”

“But how - how did you know - how could you kiss me like that?” The wonder and admiration emanated from his eyes.

Elizabeth looked away, smiling and blushing. “I would have to say, sir, that you are a very persuasive teacher and I a very quick study.”

“Oh, my lovely, lovely Elizabeth,” he cried, gathering her into his arms and pulling her close. “What a wonderful life we have to look forward to!”

She raised her mouth to his, but then jumped as Bingley's voice called out to them.

“I say, Darcy! Are you there?”

Darcy reluctantly stepped back from Elizabeth and looked around the tree to see Bingley and Jane not 15 yards away.

“We are both here, Bingley. Miss Bennet was showing me a fine prospect of Netherfield. Come and see for yourself.” Darcy shot a quick glance at Elizabeth and was relieved to see that she had composed herself. With one more quick pat at her hair, she stepped out from behind the great tree.

“Yes, Mr. Bingley, I was showing Mr. Darcy one of my favourite haunts.”

“Lizzy,” Jane began, “you have never brought me here. Have you been holding out on me?”

More than you know, Lizzy thought. “This is one of my private places, Jane. Do not feel slighted. I have never shown it to anyone before.”

And yet you chose to show it to Mr. Darcy - how strange, mused Jane, noticing her sister's unusual nervousness, but she was soon diverted by Bingley's exclamations of delight with the excellent view of his country manor.

“In the words of a certain person we all know, `Capital! Capital!'”

His three companions laughed at his imitation of Sir William Lucas, but agreed that it truly was a capital sight.

“Lizzy, you should have shared this place with me before,” Jane chided her sister. “It is a truly magnificent prospect.”

“As long as I am sharing secrets, I have another one,” Lizzy replied, causing Darcy to start, wondering if she had changed her mind about revealing their engagement. “I do believe it was from this very hill that I first saw Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy.”

“From this hill? And when was that, Miss Elizabeth?” inquired Bingley.

“Before you had even moved here, sir. I saw two gentlemen on horseback that looked prodigiously much like the two of you. You rode across that field down there and stopped to admire the view. Then I watched as you raced your horses back to the manor.”

“And what was your impression, Miss Bennet?” asked Darcy quietly.

“Did you wonder who we were?” Bingley laughed.

“I do not remember wondering who you were, as I actually was much more pleasantly engaged.”

“In doing what?” Darcy smiled. “Do we dare ask, Bingley?”

Lizzy tossed her head. “Why, admiring those beautiful animals you were racing! I had never seen finer horses.”

Jane laughed, “Oh, Lizzy, you admiring horses? You do not even like to be near a horse.”

“True, but this pair was quite inspiring to me.”

“Inspiring?” Darcy and Bingley both looked puzzled.

“Yes. I remember running down the hill, feeling as free and spirited as those beautiful horses!” Lizzy laughed again, searching Darcy's face to see his reaction to her childish response, and then raced down the path as she had done over a year before.

If she could read my thoughts, he mused, would she be shocked to know I long to see her act as free and spirited with me? What incredible liveliness! Darcy, your life will never be the same!


Chapter Two

At Longbourn, Kitty regaled her mother and Mary with the latest news from Lucas Lodge. Charlotte Collins was with child and Lady Catherine de Bourgh took no small delight in condescending to overwhelm her with child-rearing rules, as well as excessive solicitous ministrations to Charlotte's health during her confinement. Mr. Collins, of course, was beside himself, although whether it was due to the fact that he was to become a father, or because of Lady Catherine's multiplication of attention to his family was not quite so clear.

“Oh, very well,” Mrs. Bennet harrumphed. “Lady Lucas may become a grandmother before I do, but her son-in-law cannot compare with Mr. Bingley, nor even Mr. Wickham for that matter.

“I seriously doubt that Lady Lucas wishes for a son-in-law that compares with Mr. Wickham,” Mary snorted.

“Oh, quit your carping, Mary,” cried her mother. “Lydia has caught a much handsomer husband than any of Lady Lucas' daughters will ever dream of finding! If you pulled your nose out of a book now and then, you might have similar success when the militia returns to Meryton.”

“Oh, I forgot, Mama!” Kitty squealed. “That is the other news. Colonel Forster's regiment is returning next week! Oh, I do hope Captain Denny will be among the soldiers. I long to see him again.”

“You had better not let Father hear you say that, Kitty. Remember what he said about not welcoming any soldier into our house again?”

“Mary, what nonsense!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. “Of course Colonel Forster and his officers will be welcome here. After the way that Mrs. Forster specially favored our Lydia, do you think your father will not extend an invitation to visit with us? Do not tire me with such insupportable statements.”

“Mama,” Mary began, but was soon silenced by the arrival of her older sisters and Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy returning from their walk. Mrs. Bennet launched her attentions upon Mr. Bingley, asking all about their sojourn into Meryton, and then proceeded with Kitty's latest news before Bingley had opportunity to respond.

“And Lizzy, wait until you hear. Mr. and Mrs. Collins will soon have an addition to their family. Just think - that could be you married and settled and exciting the neighbourhood with the news that you were making me a grandmother if you had listened to me and accepted Mr. Collins' proposal! But oh no, not you, not Miss Hoity-Toity who refuses every man who looks at her. Mark my word, you will end up an old maid and spend your life in high regret if you do not quit your persnickety ways!”

“Mama,” Jane remonstrated, but Lizzy just rolled her eyes and ducked her head, feeling Mr. Darcy's gaze upon her. Would her mother never learn to hold her tongue?

“Mrs. Bennet,” Mr. Darcy said, shocking the woman at being personally addressed by him for the first time, “is Mr. Bennet at home? I would speak with him.”

“No, Mr. Darcy, he is not. My brother Philips has asked him to ride into Meryton to discuss some business.”

With a quick glance at Darcy, Lizzy asked, “But he will be home for dinner, Mama?”

“I suppose so,” she replied, and then brightening at the thought, she asked Mr. Bingley to stay for dinner and finally added that Mr. Darcy could also stay, if he wished. Mrs. Bennet then left the room to consult with Hill about the evening menu and the young people were free to visit. The evening wore on and after delaying the meal for some time, Mrs. Bennet finally rang the bell when it was apparent that her husband would not return by the normal dinner hour. During the meal Jane and Mr. Bingley announced the date for their wedding and, as presupposed, Mrs. Bennet commenced into near hysterics at the short time available to plan such a momentous occasion. Why, it was less than a month and dresses would have to be made, meals planned, the church decorated, guests invited . . . it was all too much. Finally, she announced that she would have to retire and rest her poor nerves. Hill was summoned to assist her mistress upstairs while Mary ran to find her smelling salts.

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy retreated to Mr. Bennet's study to partake of after dinner brandy while the Bennet sisters settled themselves in the parlour.

“Perhaps we should make this an early evening, Darce,” Bingley said. “Mrs. Bennet's nerves are beginning to play on mine.”

“I would prefer to wait a little longer in the event that Mr. Bennet returns,” Darcy replied.

“Is your business so urgent? Could it not wait until tomorrow?”

“It could wait, but I would rather get it over with tonight.”

Bingley smiled. “Darcy, you are making me very curious.” Mr. Darcy only raised his eyebrow at his friend and said nothing.

“Well, shall we join the ladies, then?” Bingley said, seeing that he would get nothing further. He knew Darcy only too well to know that when he wished to remain silent, no one could change his mind. Just as they left the study, there was a knock at the front door and a servant soon entered the parlour with a message. Upon reading the note, Jane informed the company that her father and their Uncle Philips had traveled on to London to consult with their Uncle Gardiner about the business at hand. He would not be home tonight.

“But does Father say that he will return tomorrow?” Lizzy quickly asked.

“It does not say, but I would assume that to be the case,” Jane replied.

Lizzy looked at Darcy, feeling their shared disappointment, but he said nothing. A short while later Bingley and Darcy took their leave. Outside the front door, Bingley held Jane's hands, kissing them and whispering good-byes to her, while Darcy could only bow to Elizabeth, Kitty and Mary. His eyes lingered on Elizabeth, though, and she felt his longing to touch her. If only her father had been home tonight, their engagement could be made public and they would have been free to bid each other goodnight as Jane and Bingley did. If looks could speak . . .

Lizzy had just completed brushing her hair for the night when she heard Jane's light tap at her bedroom door. This is it. There is no way Jane will let me rest until I have told her, she thought. And indeed, Jane's first question pertained to Lizzy's heightened colour and actions of the afternoon and she prodded and poked until her sister finally acknowledged the truth - that she and Mr. Darcy were engaged. Jane could not believe it and Lizzy laughed to think how ridiculous the situation was that no one in her family would believe that she actually loved Darcy.

After talking at length all about when and how the engagement had come about, Jane hugged her sister one last time before retiring for the night.

“Oh, Lizzy, to think that both you and I have found love! And with such men! Can you believe it?”

“No, Jane, it is more than I can take in at the moment. I shall have to sleep on the whole idea.”

“Yes, dear, that is the best idea. Go to sleep now and may you have the most pleasant of dreams.”

“And you, also,” Lizzy smiled and kissed Jane's cheek.

At Netherfield, Bingley and Darcy played two games of billiards and then Bingley indicated he was ready to retire. Darcy, however, appeared wide awake and stated he would probably spend some time in the library before turning in.

“Darcy, it is quite late. We stayed longer at Longbourn than we have ever done before, we have played pool for some time, and yet you still appear restless. Tell me what is going on.”

Darcy frowned. “Bingley, I have nothing of consequence to say except that I am not yet tired.”

“I think you have quite a bit to say, my friend,” Bingley chided him. “And something tells me it has to do with Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”

Darcy swallowed a quick sip of wine and walked to the window, looking out into the darkness.

“Come now, man,” Bingley continued. “Are we not good friends? Can you not confide in me?” Darcy remained quiet, but upon hearing Bingley's sigh, he finally spoke. “Of course we are the best of friends, but why do you question me about Miss Bennet?”

“Because I have never seen you prolong a visit at Longbourn as you did tonight. And what can be of such importance that you insist on waiting so late to see Mr. Bennet? Tell me, Darcy, are you in love with Miss Elizabeth?”

Darcy looked away but not before Bingley saw his colour rise. “I cannot deny it, Bingley. I have been in love with her for some time.”

“But you . . . the way you have argued with her in the past . . . your objections to her family . . .” sputtered Bingley. “Why, you did your best to prevent my attachment to her sister! And yet you say you love her? How can this be?”

“How can I not love her?” Darcy countered. “She is the most beautiful, intelligent, amusing, adorable woman I have ever known. And almost since the first moment I saw her, I have ardently desired her.”

“But surely she does not return your affections! Jane has indicated a strong dislike of you on the part of her entire family. I am sorry to say it, Darce, but you are not their favourite person.”

Darcy frowned. “I acknowledge those feelings, Bingley. Believe me, I am all too aware of her family's feelings, but as for Elizabeth . . .” and then he smiled, and Bingley watched as the softest of looks covered his friend's face.

“Do you mean to tell me that she does care for you?”

“She does. Do not ask me how. I have certainly done nothing to earn her affection, but I shall be eternally grateful that this very afternoon she agreed to become my wife.”

“But when?” Bingley demanded. “Wait, I know - when we were returning from Meryton and you left the path for that fine view of Netherfield! Is that when it happened?”

“Actually, it occurred on our walk to Meryton, if you must know. But Bingley, I would ask your discretion in the matter, as you well know that I have failed to secure Mr. Bennet's approval as of yet.”

“Of course, man, you may be assured of my secrecy. But Darcy, I cannot get over it. We are to be brothers! This calls for a drink.” The men promptly poured their drinks and spent another hour discussing the charms of the Bennet sisters and their mutual joy in their shared future family.


Chapter Three

The next morning Elizabeth awoke at dawn. Stretching her arms above her head while still in bed, she realized that she had awakened with a smile on her face. Never had she slept so soundly, so peacefully . . . suddenly the reason for her serenity encompassed her - he loved her! Mr. Darcy truly, truly loved her. Nothing that her mother, her sisters, Miss Bingley, or even Lady Catherine did could change his devotion to her. What a delicious feeling that was!

Lizzy snuggled under the covers, drawing her knees up and hugging them, as she savoured the joy of being loved and of loving in return. She let her mind wander over the events of the previous day and linger over one in particular. She could still see the smouldering embers of desire reflected in Darcy's eyes as he kissed her. That was what she wanted right now - to be kissed by him again and to wrap herself in the warmth of his strong arms . . . however, he was at Netherfield and she was at Longbourn.

Peering through the faint light from the window, she could just make out the hands of the small clock across the room on her dresser. She sighed, realizing that it would be hours before Darcy and Bingley would call at her front door. For some time she turned and tossed, trying to return to sleep, but it would not do. Her excitement was too much to bear inside her bed or even inside the house. She had to get outside where she could let these feelings abound, unobserved and unrestrained.

Dressing quickly, Lizzy pinned her hair up in a simple knot without bothering to call the maid for assistance. She grabbed her bonnet as she ran down the stairs and surprised Hill who was just coming from the kitchen.

“Why, Miss Elizabeth, you are up very early this morning.”

“Yes, Hill, is it not a beautiful morning?” Lizzy cried, as she tied her bonnet in a simple loop, unconcerned with making a fashionable bow. “If Mama awakens any time soon, please tell her that I have gone for a walk. Most likely, I shall return before any of the family is up for breakfast.”

“Yes, Miss Elizabeth,” Hill replied, “but where are you going?”

“Just out, Hill.” And with those words and a brilliant smile, Lizzy hurried out the door and up the lane to Meryton, but, of course, it was not to Meryton that she headed. She longed to return to “her place,” a favourite retreat from times past, but now even more meaningful since the events of yesterday. Shivering in the early morning coolness, she realized that the days were quickly growing colder. It would be surprising if Jane did not have a snow-covered church to be married in within slightly less than a month. Oh, if only she and Darcy could be married that soon. She amused herself with thoughts of such a wedding as she climbed the hill and rounded the bend to her place.

There it was - the very tree she had leaned against when Darcy had kissed her. An ordinary oak tree to the common eye, but to Lizzy it would always be magical. She spread her arms around the great trunk, lay her cheek against its bark and wished it were Darcy that she held. Lost in her musings, she was unaware of the arrival of a horse and rider climbing the hill until they rounded the bend and startled her into recognition.

“Mr. Darcy!” she cried, backing away from him.

“Elizabeth! What great luck to find you here,” Darcy exclaimed, dismounting the horse in one single leap. The smile on his face bespoke his evident pleasure in seeing her until he saw the look of fear in her eyes.

“My word! What is the matter?” he cried, watching as she continued to edge farther and farther from him. “Elizabeth, what is it?” The look of fright on her face haunted him. She cannot fear me! Surely she has not changed her mind. What have I done to frighten her so? Darcy dropped the horse's reins and stepped quickly to Lizzy's side, grabbing her hands in his, thankful that she allowed such liberties. Was that it? Had he scared her with his fervent desire the day before? What a fool he had been!

“Elizabeth, pray tell me. What is wrong? Let me help you.”

Lizzy took a deep breath and swallowed. “It is nothing, sir. I was just startled to see you . . . and on horseback.” Her voice shook as she spoke in spite of her efforts to control it.

“You are trembling. This is more than being startled.” Darcy's tone and look were deadly serious. “You are frightened, Elizabeth, and you must tell me why. I insist.”

Lizzy sighed and looked at the ground, unable to face him. “I am ashamed to say, sir. I really do not want you to know.”

Darcy frowned. Not want me to know? But why? “I love you, Elizabeth Bennet. There is nothing you cannot tell me. Have I done something? Are you afraid of me?”

“No, no, never you. It is so foolish,” Lizzy began, but seeing the anxiety in his eyes, she relented. “It is a hopeless case. You will know soon enough, so I may as well tell you. It is your horse, Mr. Darcy. I may admire them from afar, but up close I am terrified of horses. There, now you know.” She turned her back to him, mortified at having to confess such a silly failing.

“Horses? But why?”

“As a child, I suffered a fall from a horse and then it stepped on my foot, rendering me unable to walk for about six weeks. I know it is unreasonable, but the fear has never left me. I was taken so by surprise when you came bounding around the bend, that I failed to see you, only your great, huge horse bearing down upon me. I know it is a stupid fear and one that I should have overcome years ago, but for some reason . . .” She felt his warm hands on her shoulders as he turned her around to face him.

Raising her chin with his hand, he forced her to meet his eyes and the relief she saw there was palpable. “There is nothing stupid about fear and especially a childhood scare, my love. I am grateful that it is only my horse that frightens you and not myself.”

“You?” Lizzy frowned. “Why would I be afraid of you, sir?”

Now it was Darcy's turn to look away. “I thought perhaps you were having second thoughts about your decision yesterday, that my impetuous actions might have caused you undue alarm. I realize that I took far too many liberties so early in our engagement and I promise you that I shall do my best to reign in my desire as best I can.” He turned to see her face downcast, her eyes unable to meet his. “But Elizabeth, you cannot know how difficult that task will be. Until we are married, I am a man tormented. When we are apart, you are all that I can think of - I scarce slept two hours last night - and when we are together, it takes every ounce of my being not to touch you.”

Lizzy saw the agony in his eyes, but in spite of it, she could not help but smile. “How strangely we are affected by this love of ours. I have never slept so well as I did last night and I woke with my heart at peace. To know that you love me fills me with warmth and delight, while it appears only to cause you torture.”

“Ah, but such exquisite torture, my dear,” he groaned, locking her eyes with his, the longing so apparent. “Elizabeth, I . . .”

She stopped his words with her mouth, standing on tiptoe, and encircling his neck with her arms. Instinctively, he pulled her body next to his and hungrily returned her kiss. For some time, the trees, the grass, the gentle breeze, the horse, indeed, the entire world ceased to exist for Darcy and Elizabeth as they gloried in the taste, the feel, and the scent of each other.

Perhaps they might still be in such an embrace had not Darcy's horse chosen that moment to snort and nuzzle his owner's shoulder. Lizzy's eyes flew open and seeing the great horse so near, she screamed.

“Whoa! There, boy,” Darcy said, patting the horse with one hand and reaching for Lizzy with the other. By that time, however, she had vanished behind the trunk of the great oak, peeking around the corner, her eyes wide with fright.

“Pray, sir, will you not tie him somewhere away from me?”

“Of course,” Darcy answered. He led the horse to a nearby bush and secured the reins on its branches. As he walked back, Lizzy could see that he was attempting unsuccessfully to banish the smile from his face. He's laughing at me!

She stepped out from behind the tree and stared at him. “I believe I should return to my house, sir.”

Darcy noticed that the tone of her voice had cooled considerably. “So soon? It is still early.”

“My family will be missing me and I have not yet had breakfast.”

“Elizabeth, you are angry. What have I done?”

“It is plain to see, Mr. Darcy, that you did not mean what you said earlier.”

“Not mean what I said? To what do you refer?”

“You professed to have me believe that you did not think me silly for my fear of horses, but I now see that your feelings are quite the opposite.” Lizzy's eyes darkened with anger as she glared at him. “I saw that smirk on your face as you led the horse away.”

“I do not smirk, Madam!” Darcy declared, “But perhaps I did smile slightly. There is a difference, you know.”

“Not when the smile or smirk is in derision of me!” She lifted her chin as she made to pass him on her way back to the path that led to home, but there was no way that Darcy would permit her to pass. He stepped in front of her and as she tried to pass on the other side, he sidestepped to block her way once more.

“Will you let me pass, sir?” she demanded.

“I cannot,” he said simply. “I shall not allow you to leave thinking ill of me, Elizabeth. My smile held no derision of you. I could never disparage you, my love. Do you not understand that you own my heart?”

Lizzy's face softened upon hearing such tender words, but she was still angry. “You do think I am foolish, though. Admit it.”

“I shall admit to no such thing. If I smiled, my dear, it is only at how I perceive myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have been on horseback since childhood. My father was an excellent rider and he taught me to ride as soon as I could walk. I, in turn, taught my sister and we have always taken great pride in the thoroughbreds of Pemberley. I never dreamed I would marry a woman who did not share my passion for them, but now I find that it does not matter one whit to me whether you love horses or not.” Darcy took Lizzy's hands in his and pulled her to him as he leaned against the mighty oak. “Just as long as you love me, my dearest Elizabeth.”

“Oh, William,” she sighed, “shall I never cease jumping to conclusions? I recall your accusation last year that my defect in character was to willfully misunderstand others' actions and you were correct in such assessment.”

“I was not correct. No more so than your statement that I hated everyone was exact. Neither of us was accurate in our measure of each other's character.” Darcy touched her cheek lightly, tracing the outline of her face. He leaned down and kissed Elizabeth's forehead, her left cheek and then the right, the tip of her nose, and finally settled on her lips, caressing them with soft light kisses until she relaxed into his arms and he held her close to his heart.

At length, Lizzy said, “William, I truly should return.”

“May I walk with you? Or perhaps that is an imprudent idea. Your family might wonder how we came to meet so early in the morning.”

“They might at that, and that would require more explanations than I can think of and since you are not proficient at untruths, I fear that would not be a fitting action.”

Darcy smiled. “You must allow me to accompany you down the hill, though, at least as far as the path to Meryton.” He untied his horse and offered his arm to Elizabeth, but frowned when he saw her begin to back away from him once again.

“My dear, I pray you,” he began. “This horse, I grant you, is a fine spirited animal, but he has never yet bitten me, stepped on my foot, nor attempted to throw me from his back. Do not be afraid of him.”

“But it is so big . . .”

“Yes, and you are quite small, are you not?” He allowed his eyes to gaze upon every inch of her petite form and could not keep himself from smiling. How beautiful she was! A man could lose himself in her soft, round curves.

Lizzy's eyes widened at his obvious inspection and appreciation of her form. “Sir, the fact that I am small in comparison to that beast is an acknowledgement I easily grant you, but it does nothing to put my nerves to rest.” Oh dear, she thought, did I actually refer to my nerves? I am beginning to sound like my mother!

Darcy's demeanor became very serious. “Elizabeth, do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then come to me. I promise you I shall not allow this animal to harm you.”

Lizzy hesitated, feeling the flutter in her stomach rise to her throat. “Come,” he repeated, holding out his hand to her. Slowly, she stepped forward and placed her hand in his, unable to prevent it from trembling. In one quick move, Darcy placed his hands on her waist and placed her on the horse's back.

“Mr. Darcy!” she screamed, certain that she would faint, but then she gasped with relief when he swung himself into the saddle behind her, and she felt his strong arms hold her tightly against his body.

“There now, my love. You are perfectly safe. I shall not let you go.”

“But we are so far from the ground!”

“Do not look down, Elizabeth, look around you. Look how far you can see from this vantage point.”

“I cannot! I am afraid to open my eyes!” She heard his light chuckle and immediately bristled. “You are laughing at me! Let me down this instant! I insist!”

“And I insist that you give this horse and its rider a chance!” He lightly urged the horse on and Lizzy opened her eyes as she felt the horse move. “Pray, Elizabeth, be at ease and trust me. I shall not let you fall.”

She was furious that he would not grant her release, but as the horse was now walking down the hill and she knew not how to alight, Lizzy realized that Darcy was in command not only of the horse, but also of her. Once her breathing had slowed somewhat, she became conscious of the closeness of their embrace, of his body touching hers, one arm encircling her waist, holding her securely against him and the other guiding the animal. The gentle swaying rhythm caused their bodies to move together in an intimate seductive dance and she felt his breath on her neck as his cheek brushed against hers. Now she found it even more difficult to breathe naturally, but her shortness of breath no longer emanated from fear of the horse.

“There now, my love,” he said softly, “do you still find this so terrifying?”

“Not quite as terrifying,” she admitted, unable to keep from smiling as he brushed his lips against her cheek. They continued thus down the hillside until they reached the lane, whereupon Darcy urged the horse into a trot and Lizzy immediately cried out with fright.

“What is it doing?”

“Just trotting, my dear. You are still quite safe.”

“But, sir . . . it hurts!”

Darcy could not refrain from laughing. “Yes, this gait can be quite uncomfortable until you get accustomed to it. Here, I have the perfect remedy.” And with that, he dug his heels into the horse's sides and began to gallop into the nearby field. This time Lizzy was too stunned to even scream, but simply held onto his arms with all her might. What was he doing?

“Relax, Elizabeth. Let yourself move with the animal. He will not falter, I promise. Do not look down, do not look at the animal. Look around you, feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your face. Is it not glorious?”

Lizzy made no response for she was unable to speak, but she did open her eyes and follow his bidding and gradually she became aware of the breeze and the sun and autumn's golden countryside on either side of the field. She felt her bonnet slip down her back, held only by the long ties around her neck and, consequently, felt her hair loosen and begin to tumble in curls around her neck. Darcy gloried in the smell of her hair and the sight of its release. He urged the horse on and they raced up and down the field for some time until he and Lizzy both were laughing with delight in the intimacy of their ride and consequent close embrace. At length, Darcy finally slowed the horse as they approached the lane once again and headed back towards Longbourn.

“Now, my love, what do you say? Is this horse quite as fearful as you first believed?”

“Not as long as you are riding with me,” Lizzy replied. “But truly, sir, you must let me down. I fear I have been gone far too long, and I must return home . . . on foot, if you please.”

“As you wish,” Darcy laughed, “but let me at least take you back to the part of the lane where we began.”

Elizabeth suddenly had a fearful thought. “William, what if someone saw us like this?”

“That would not do, I know,” he replied. “There are few people out this early, though - perhaps only a few workers heading for the fields - no one we would know.” He kissed her cheek again. “It is as if this morning has been created for just you and I.”

As they rounded the bend in the road, however, the sound of a carriage bearing down upon them shocked them to the truth of the matter and Darcy quickly pulled on the reins to avoid a collision. Elizabeth almost screamed, not from fright but rather from embarrassment at being discovered. Her heart sank as she saw the occupant of the carriage. With an abrupt stop of the coach, Darcy and Elizabeth could only stare as Mr. Bennet stepped out.


Chapter Four

If she lived to be a hundred, Lizzy believed she would never forget the look on her father's face as he left the carriage. In all of her life she had failed to ever warrant such an utter look of disbelief and disapproval from him.

“Elizabeth!” Mr. Bennet's tone was strained but unequivocally serious. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Papa,” Lizzy began, but was interrupted by Darcy leaping from the horse and lifting her down in one quick movement.

“Mr. Bennet, allow me to explain.”

“Sir, I am speaking to my daughter.”

“Papa, we were only . . .” For once in her life, Lizzy was speechless in her father's presence. She looked to Darcy for support.

“Sir, I must be allowed to explain the situation.”

“I shall deal with you in a moment, Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth, get in the carriage.” Mr. Bennet took her hand and led her to the door.

“I pray you, Father, let us tell you why we . . .” Lizzy looked from her father to Darcy in dismay. Surely her father could not be this angry with her. The only other situation that had ever caused such a look on his face was the news of Lydia's infamous elopement. Could he possibly think she and Darcy were behaving as uncircumspectly as her sister and Wickham had done? Suddenly she felt her bonnet slip from her back and fall to the ground and as Darcy quickly retrieved it, Lizzy became aware of how disconcerting her appearance must be. She attempted to smooth her hair, but knew it was impossible. What must she look like! No wonder her father was angry, for it was quite certain from the grim set of his mouth that he was furious.

Mr. Bennet snatched the bonnet from Darcy's hands and threw it onto the carriage seat as he handed his daughter up the step. “Drive around the bend and wait for me there,” he instructed the driver. “Now!”

As the carriage moved, Lizzy leaned out the window for one last look at the two men she loved most in this world. They faced each other darkly, anger and distrust apparent in one while indignation and consternation enveloped the other. Oh, what a wretched beginning this is, she thought.

Once the driver had rounded the bend in the road, he stopped the carriage. Lizzy realized her father had given such instruction so that he and Darcy would be out of sight and sound of the servant and of her. She chewed her lip and blinked back a tear. How could she have allowed herself to be discovered in such a situation? And her father - how angry and worried he had appeared. As she thought about it, she considered that since Lydia's escapade her father had truly changed. Oh, in many ways he remained the same light-hearted, simple man he had always been, but as a father, he seemed to be devoting a much more prodigious commitment to his responsibilities. Now, he accompanied his wife and daughters to every ball they attended, whether at the assembly room or Lucas Lodge or elsewhere; he paid particular attention to Kitty's decorum in public and although he was delighted with Jane's engagement to Mr. Bingley, Lizzy had observed that whenever Mr. Bingley called, her father rarely ever left the young couple alone for any length of time. Although Lizzy was thankful for her father's more responsible attitude, she felt deep remorse at causing him such worry and distress.

When, at length he did not return, she opened the carriage door and before the servant could dismount to assist her, she slipped down from the step and ran back up the lane. Reaching the bend in the road, she stepped quickly behind a tree so that she would not be seen. She could just barely make out her father's words, although the tone of his voice was unmistakable. If Lizzy had not been so worried, she would have laughed watching the two men pace back and forth like a couple of roosters about to fly at each other in a cock fight.

“Mr. Bennet,” Darcy began again, “if you will calm yourself, I will explain the circumstances in which you found your daughter this morning.”

“Calm myself? Calm myself, you say? Mr. Darcy, I have five daughters, the youngest of whom has just recently scandalized our family with her behaviour. She and two of her sisters, I grant you, are the silliest young women in England, but as for Jane and Elizabeth, their behaviour has never caused me a moment's worry. And now I come upon you and Lizzy sharing the same mount, your arms around her, and your face entirely too close to hers . . . and you expect me to remain calm? And that is not the entirety of the matter - from the bridge I witnessed what I presumed to be a local hoyden racing up and down the field on horseback, sowing his wild oats with one of the village maids, and to my great consternation I find I am mistaken in their identity - instead, I find it is you and my Lizzy! And yet you deign to tell me to calm myself?”

Darcy blanched at this remonstrance, suddenly aware of how like her father Elizabeth could appear when angry. The words your ungentleman-like behaviour echoed in his memory and his face paled at the thought. Did he appear to be less than a gentleman in this man's eyes? Had he ruined his chances of winning his approval?

“Well, Mr. Darcy, I am waiting. I may not appear calm, but I am waiting. How can you possibly defend your behaviour toward my daughter?”

“Sir, I realize this appears badly.”

“Appears? Appears, you say? Mr. Darcy, I understand that you have a sister for whom you serve as guardian. Tell me, would you want to see your sister behave in such a manner? Would you not say that the situation appears badly?”

Darcy looked at the ground, unconsciously twirling his hat in his hand. “You are quite right, sir. I would not want to see my sister in such a situation . . .” “Aha!”

“. . . but if she were to tell me that she had just become engaged to the man with whom she was found, I believe I would feel less forbidding.”

“Engaged? Are you saying, sir, that you are engaged to my daughter? Since when? Since I have discovered your dalliance and will insist upon your marrying her?”

Darcy's eyes lit up at Mr. Bennet's words. “Then you approve of the match, sir?”

“Approve?” Mr. Bennet sputtered. “Of course I do not approve. To see my Lizzy obliged to marry a man who has been nothing but rude to her in the past, who thinks himself above everyone in the neighbourhood, and who has obviously taken advantage of her good nature this very morning, how can you think that I approve? But there is nothing else to be done. You have recklessly disregarded her good name by your public behaviour and now you will marry her if she agrees to it.”

Lizzy watched Darcy stiffen with anger at her father's words and she could no longer remain hidden. “I do agree, Father. I have already agreed,” she cried as she ran toward the men.

“Lizzy! I told you to wait in the carriage.”

“But Father, you must allow me to tell you all that has happened.”

“You will, daughter, but not here in this public lane. We will return to the carriage and from there to Longbourn.” Mr. Bennet took her arm and turned Lizzy in the direction of home. With obvious distress, she looked back at Darcy, alarmed to see the angry look in his eyes.

Mr. Bennet stopped and turned once again to Darcy. “If you will call this afternoon, sir, I shall conclude our conversation after I have had time to discuss this with my daughter.” A slight nod was Darcy's only reply, followed by the rapid mounting of his steed. With a slight kick in the horse's flanks, he galloped away, leaving Elizabeth with a sinking feeling that began to gnaw at the pit of her stomach.

On the ride to Longbourn, Mr. Bennet refused to discuss the matter, telling Lizzy that he would speak to her only after he had overcome his anger. The ride was silent and longer than it had ever appeared before. Lizzy could not keep tears from welling up in her eyes as she thought of the harsh words that had passed between her father and Darcy, and she remembered the deadly look in Darcy's eyes as he left her. Was he already regretting his connection to her? Would he ever be able to bear her family? And had her father's anger caused Darcy to perhaps forget his feelings for her? Lizzy knew she could calm her father, that he would understand once she had opportunity to explain her history with Darcy. She understood that his anger had arisen from fright that another of his daughters might be at the mercy of an unregenerate man, a man such as Wickham. Once he know of Darcy's goodness, of his generosity toward their family, she felt certain that he would relent. But then she remembered that she was not to reveal Darcy's role in Lydia's marriage. He had particularly requested that she not do so. Well, she would just have to persuade her father of her beloved's good character without telling him the details.

How she would explain her father to Darcy was another matter . . . and one that would take some doing.

Lizzy pushed her hair up under her bonnet as she realized they were home. Mr. Bennet strode into his study and immediately shut the door firmly behind him. Lizzy could hear the family at breakfast and she quickly ran upstairs to her room before any of her sisters could see her. There she threw herself upon her bed, buried her face in the pillow, and allowed the tears to fall unchecked. After crying for some time, the release of emotion eventually caused her to fall asleep.

Some time later that morning, a gentle tapping at her door awakened Lizzy. She was relieved to see that it was Jane who entered with a happy smile and a message for her.

“So there you are, Lizzy. Hill told us you went out walking early this morning and none of us saw you return. Did you fall asleep again? I am sorry I woke you, but . . . Lizzy, your hair! It is positively wild! Surely you did not have nightmares.”

Lizzy immediately tried to contain her hair, but could feel her curls as out of control as her emotions had been earlier. “No Jane, no nightmares. I am afraid I allowed the wind to play havoc with my curls.”

Jane saw the stain of tears on her sister's cheeks. “Lizzy, is something wrong? You do not look happy.”

“Oh yes, Jane, things are wrong, but they are my own doing and I have no one to reproach but myself.”

“What do you mean? Tell me how I can help you?”

“I cannot speak of it now, Jane. Be assured that I will tell you all later. I do need your help, though. I pray you will call Sarah and bid her assistance with my hair. It is beyond my ability.”

Jane looked worried at Lizzy's downcast look. “Of course I will find Sarah. And, oh yes, Father is waiting for you in his study. He returned from town earlier this morning and wishes to see you.”

“How is he?”

“How is he? What do you mean? It appears that he is fine.”

“He does not appear angry?”

“No, of course not, although he did refuse breakfast even though Hill had Cook prepare his favourite dish. But you have not had breakfast either, have you Lizzy? I shall direct Cook to send up a plate.”

“No, Jane,” Lizzy sighed. “I have no appetite and the sooner Sarah repairs my hair, the sooner I can repair things with Papa.”


Chapter Five

By the time the Bennets sat down to their mid-day meal, Lizzy and her father had sorted things out concerning her engagement to Darcy. Lizzy had spent quite some time relating her history with Darcy and explaining the circumstances of his first proposal to her at Hunsford and her subsequent refusal. Although Mr. Bennet was surprised to hear of this, he said nothing and continued to listen as Lizzy recalled her unexpected meeting with Darcy at Derbyshire and his welcoming kindnesses to her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner and their consequent visit to Pemberley. She then related the events of the previous day, Darcy's second proposal on the walk to Meryton and her acceptance. She assured Mr. Bennet that if he had returned home the previous evening, Mr. Darcy would already have sought his consent, as he was quite eager to obtain his approval. At last and treading lightly, she told of her meeting with him early that morning which had caused such alarm to her father. When Mr. Bennet voiced his concerns about her marriage to such a proud, disagreeable man, Lizzy did her best to convince her father that he was mistaken about Darcy's nature without revealing his exceptional generosity toward Lydia and Wickham.

How earnestly did she then wish that her former opinions had been more reasonable, her expressions more moderate, for it would have spared her from explanations and professions which were exceedingly awkward to give. With great feeling, Lizzy assured her father of her attachment to Mr. Darcy.

“I love him. Indeed, he has no improper pride. He is perfectly amiable. You do not know what he really is,” she replied with tears in her eyes. Enumerating with energy all his good qualities, Lizzy began to reconcile Mr. Bennet to the match.

“Well, my dear,” said he, kissing her pretty forehead, “your opinion does not coincide with mine, but I will trust your good judgment for now. When he arrives this afternoon, I shall give him my consent.”

Elizabeth's mind was now relieved from a very heavy weight and she and her father were eager to partake of luncheon, both aware of having missed their morning repast, but just as the family assembled in the dining room, Hill announced the arrival of Mr. Bingley. Jane's eyes sparkled in welcome and Lizzy looked up expectantly for the further announcement of Darcy; however, Bingley walked in alone. Mrs. Bennet quickly directed the servant to set a place for Mr. Bingley and there was much laughter and conversation as the family began their meal.

Jane, however, noticed the disappointed look on Lizzy's face and so asked Bingley if Mr. Darcy would not be also joining them. He replied that Darcy had not been seen at Netherfield since very early morning and then only by one of the servants who had provided him with a saddled horse.

“Do you mean he has not returned since early morning?” Lizzy asked, that now familiar feeling of uneasiness returning to the pit of her stomach.

“That is correct, Miss Elizabeth, and I admit that I was somewhat surprised by his failure to return in time to join me on my visit to Longbourn, for before retiring last evening we had discussed today's plans with much anticipation, but perhaps some other matter has distracted him on his ride.”

Lizzy glanced quickly at her father and observed the frown knitting his brow. Where could he be? Had her father's indignant accusations caused Darcy to reconsider his proposal? She recalled her father's words about Lydia's scandalous behaviour and his likening Lizzy and Darcy's untoward actions with that of her sister and Wickham. Could this have caused Darcy to question whether Lizzy had truly acted in an unsuitable manner since her acceptance of his proposal? Did Darcy believe she was as wanton as Lydia and could he be having second thoughts about marriage to such an indecorous person? Why, oh why had she allowed herself to give in to her feelings before they were sanctified in marriage? All too suddenly Lady Catherine de Bourgh's accusations as to her character rang in her ears and, aware that Darcy was after all Lady Catherine's nephew, Lizzy wondered if he was perhaps granting a greater weight to his aunt's objections to the match.

Lizzy had little else to say during the meal, responded only when spoken to, and afterward in the parlour endeavoured to busy herself in reading. After rereading the same page at least five times, she rose and took a turn about the room, lingering beside the window from which the entry to Longbourn could be observed. Its absence of a certain person tore at her heart. By mid-afternoon, Lizzy could no longer abide the suffocating atmosphere inside the house. When Bingley suggested that she join Jane and him on their sojourn into the garden, she gladly accepted. She was only too happy to escape the chatter of her mother and sisters for the tranquility of the flowerbeds.

Outside and away from the ears of Mrs. Bennet, Bingley said, “Miss Elizabeth, may I be the first to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials to Mr. Darcy.”

She smiled and flushed. “I was not aware that you knew, Mr. Bingley.”

“Darcy tried not to tell me, but I persisted last night until he revealed the good news,” Bingley laughed. “I had suspected for some time that he cared for you, but Darcy is so guarded with his emotions that it is often difficult to pry any account from him.”

Jane was relieved that she would not have to conceal her knowledge of the event from her betrothed and they laughed with delight at the idea of such good friends marrying into the same family and thus becoming united as brothers. Lizzy's spirits rose as Bingley described how during last night's revelation, Darcy had described his love for her with such enthusiasm and fervor. Never had Bingley seen his friend so impassioned.

“I confess I cannot understand what has detained Darcy from joining us, for I know that he was as eager to see Miss Elizabeth as I was to see my dear Jane,” Bingley said, smiling at his intended, “and to speak to Mr. Bennet, but perhaps when he returned to Netherfield, the post delivered a pressing matter of business from Pemberley. He is very serious in the discharge of his responsibilities, you know.”

“Yes, perhaps,” Lizzy murmured, directing her gaze to the empty entry path once again.

She continued to walk with the couple for some time, remarked upon the late fall blooms, and listened to the idea of incorporating the asters and mums into their wedding decorations. Eventually, she wandered toward the back of the yard so that Jane and Bingley could have some semblance of privacy in the small wilderness area. The deserted swing under the chestnut trees swayed slightly in the breeze. Lizzy found the childhood retreat somewhat comforting as she seated herself and slowly rocked back and forth. The brunt of her fears, though, still weighed heavily on her mind. Even though she had told her father Darcy had no improper pride, she knew that, in fact, he was a proud man. Had her father insulted him so that he no longer wished to be connected with such a family? Was he regretting his earlier declarations to her? Did he feel that circumstances would now coerce him into such a relationship? Lizzy knew that Darcy was a man of his word and would not go back on his promise to marry her, but did she want to marry a man who was forced into such an agreement?

Lizzy's mind was so concentrated in such reflection that she failed to notice the time passing and the sun setting low in the horizon. As she looked up and acknowledged the lateness of the hour, her heart began to sink as rapidly as the distant light in the sky. Still sitting in the swing, her head lowered, she could see nothing but bare ground as she fought to keep the tears from spilling. It is too late. He will not come.

“Do you often spend your afternoons swinging, Miss Bennet?” a strong male voice asked, pulling the swing and Lizzy close to his chest, holding it longer than needed, and then giving it a push.

Elizabeth gasped as she clung to the ropes to keep from falling. “Mr. Darcy!”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Sir, I pray you, stop the swing. Where did you come from?”

“Your father's study,” Darcy retorted as he caught the swing and grasped it and Lizzy close once again, “and I am not about to stop the swing because that is the only way I can hold you near to me, even if only momentarily, without risking your father's ire once again, for I have no doubt that he is even now carefully observing my behaviour from his library window.” With that, he gave the swing another shove and sent Lizzy even higher into the air.

Lizzy cried out again, “Stop, sir, I entreat you!”

“And if I refuse, what will you do?” he laughed.

“I shall . . . I shall jump!”

“Then jump!” Darcy replied, running to the front of the swing and daring her to do so. Without thinking and as instinctively as breathing, Lizzy jumped into his open arms.

“Oh, William!” she breathed as she felt his strong arms around her waist and found it impossible to keep her arms from sliding around his neck.

“Dearest Elizabeth,” he replied as he gazed into her beautiful eyes. Those inviting lips . . . how I want to kiss them, he thought, how soft, how sweet . . . but with a quick glance at the house and seeing a familiar shape in the library window, Darcy reluctantly removed her arms and released her, took a step backward but continued to hold her hands. “As I said, we are being watched and after the session I just spent with your father, I have no intention of arousing his emotions again.”

Lizzy blushed as she remembered her earlier fears and her resolve not to put herself in that position again. “But William, when did you arrive? I did not hear your horse and I have been looking for you all afternoon . . .”

“Perhaps you were too busy swinging, hidden away back here in the far recesses of the garden,” he teased, “or could it be that you were too buried in your own thoughts to hear me arrive?”

Afraid that he could read her mind, tears sprang to Lizzy's eyes unbidden and she blinked quickly and looked away, unable to meet his look.

“My love, what is wrong? Why are you crying?”

“I . . . I confess I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Darcy asked, holding her hands even tighter.

“That you . . . oh, I do not know. That you had thought better of your declaration to me, that perhaps you had changed your mind.”

“Elizabeth, after I have pursued you for almost a year, could you believe my love that inconstant? That I could change my mind that easily?”

“But sir, my father . . . said some very harsh words to you. I know that you are not in the habit of being spoken to in such a way and I feared . . .” she broke off, unable to utter the words.

Now it was Darcy's turn to look away. “You feared that my pride would not allow me to connect myself with a future father-in-law who could accuse me of such impropriety.” He looked back at Lizzy, his face seriously drawn.

“Yes,” she murmured, unable to look him in the eye.

“You are correct in parts of your assumption.”

Lizzy's heart skipped a beat at these words and she looked up quickly, trying to determine the tenor of his emotions by his eyes, but he averted her gaze. “I . . . I am correct?”

“Yes. My pride was wounded at Mr. Bennet's words, so wounded in fact that I spent several hours riding my poor horse all over the countryside. I believe I saw more of Hertfordshire today than I have in any of my prior visits. At last, when both he and I were exhausted and hungry, I returned to Netherfield to make myself presentable before visiting Longbourn. By that time, my anger had subsided and I could see the situation in a more tolerable light.”

Lizzy stepped in front of Darcy, forcing him to face her so that she could see the expression of his countenance. “What were you feeling while you were so angry? Did you regret your proposal, for if you did, sir, I am willing to release you. In no way shall I marry a man who feels constrained to complete the marriage contract solely because of the imposition of an angry father.” Her voice was strained but clear in its meaning.

“Elizabeth, are you listening to me? I do not wish to be released,” he declared, taking her hands once again and looking deeply into her eyes. “I love you and I feel no constraint in marrying you.” He kissed her hands then and the look that passed between them eased the pain in Lizzy's heart.

“But what caused your anger to pass?”

“The reference your father made to my sister and my own anguish over my role in the lack of her protection reminded me of what it was that your father is experiencing. Although I knew you and I had done nothing wrong and that my intentions toward you are completely honourable, I could understand Mr. Bennet's concern since he knew nothing of our feelings for each other. When I viewed the situation from that perspective, my anger toward your father abated and I could only feel remorse and chagrin for ever placing you in such a position.” Darcy then smiled, “This is not to say that I regret the actual experience, my love. Holding you in my arms for even a short while is worth any compunction I might have to endure at a later time.”

“Oh, William,” Lizzy smiled, “I do love you so.” Without even a slight glance in the direction of the house, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Darcy's lips.

“Elizabeth,” he finally managed to say, “your father is standing at his library window.”

With a saucy smile, Lizzy turned and waved to the figure in the house, but then she blanched at seeing not only her father's form inside the window, but that of her mother, Kitty and Mary, as well as Jane and Bingley all crowded together. “It would seem that our audience has multiplied, Mr. Darcy,” she laughed.

“How can you laugh, Elizabeth? Your father made it very clear that he will brook no opposition to our following the strictest manners of propriety in regards to our engagement.”

“Oh? And did he enumerate exactly what we could and could not do?” Lizzy laughed again, as they began their walk to the house.

“Indeed, he did. `There will be no public display of affection, no unchaperoned visits, and in particular, not even the slightest hint of behaviour that would elicit gossip or scandal.' I believe those were his exact words.”

“Oh, dear, and here I have already broken the first commandment,” Lizzy murmured with a twinkle in her eye, appearing not at all sorry for it.

Darcy began to frown, but then seeing the laughter in Elizabeth's eyes, he realized that she was teasing. “Do you mean to tell me that you do not regard your father's edicts as binding?”

“I do, sir, believe me that I do,” she replied, “but has there ever been an edict pronounced such as this that was not made to be broken?”

Darcy smiled and taking her hand and placing it firmly inside his arm, he proceeded to the house. “Miss Bennet, I have the distinct feeling that I shall spend much of the rest of my life trying to discern whether you are speaking seriously or not.”

Lizzy cut her fine eyes up at him. “Oh, believe me, Mr. Darcy. When I speak seriously, you will know. Do not doubt it.”

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