The Other Miss Bingley

By Meggy

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Part I

Posted on Thursday, 25 July 2002

Margaret Bingley could not keep a small triumphant smile from playing across her lips as the wheels of the carriage brought her closer and closer to Hertfordshire. Despite the efforts of her elder sisters Louisa and Caroline, Maggie had finally managed to convince her brother Charles to allow her to visit his newly taken estate. After months of being cooped up in London with her godparents, she longed for a visit to the country. Mr. and Mrs. Tarrington had been her parent's closest friends and they were a charming couple, but Maggie needed a change of scenery and companionship closer to her own age. She had become so bored over the last few weeks that she was even willing to settle for the company of her sisters.

Maggie sighed. At least Mr. Darcy would be at Netherfield. Tall, aloof, and frightening to some, Margaret adored Mr. Darcy for his devotion to her beloved Charles. He had never been anything but kind and attentive to her, even though it would be another year before she entered into society. Maggie grinned devilishly. Although she herself had never entertained romantic notions towards Darcy, the same could not be said for Caroline. It was most amusing to watch her superior sister wrap herself in bizarre orange creations and try to win Darcy's favor. At sixteen, Margaret was more far observant than her either of her sisters could ever hope to be and knew that flattery was not the way to win such an esteemed gentleman's heart. Mr. Darcy would never make an offer to Caroline. Maggie had attempted to gently point this out to her sister but received such a tongue lashing from both her and Louisa that she had never dared to discuss the topic again.

The miles passed quickly as Maggie contemplated how Netherfield would be and was surprised when she realized that the carriage had stopped and the actually property stood before her. It was a pleasing prospect, nothing to Pemberley, but a pleasant house with beautiful grounds. As the coachmen scurried to help her out of the box and attend to her luggage, Maggie surveyed the area with a smile. Charles had done well for himself. She hoped this was an area where her brother would feel at home.

"So, you have finally arrived. We had begun to worry that you had with some misfortune along the way."

Maggie looked up to see Charles descending the stairs towards her with a welcoming smile on his face. Caroline was following close behind him, looking, as always, like she had been weaned on a lemon.

"Charles, your imagination runs away with you. Knowing Margaret, she was probably just late in departing," she said with a sigh.

"At any rate, I am glad you're here," said Bingley.

"As am I," said Maggie with a wide smile of her own. "It's beautiful, Charles. Very well chosen."

"Thank you, Maggie. I believe that with time-"

"Louisa, Mr. Hurst, and Mr. Darcy are all having lunch," Caroline said, effectively cutting Bingley off. "I assume you wish to go to your room to freshen up before you see them?"

"Caroline, you just interrupted Charles."

Miss Bingley's eyes flashed angrily at the one person who had ever dared to contradict her. "Fawcett will show you to your room. I wish we could offer you more suitable quarters but the chamber we had planned for you has been otherwise occupied."

"You have other guests, Charles?" Maggie asked curiously.

"Yes, neighbors of ours. Miss Jane Bennet and her sister Miss Elizabeth. Miss Bennet was dining with Louisa and Caroline when she became unwell and Miss Elizabeth is here caring for her," said Bingley.

"I hope she will recover quickly," said Maggie.

"As do we all," said Caroline. "Their company has become most tedious, especially that of Miss Eliza."

Maggie rolled her eyes in her brother's directions. she was used to her sister's over-critical nature. "Perhaps I should go to my room to rest and recover myself. With such tedious guests to attend to, I will need to be as refreshed as possible."

Caroline nodded tightly and returned inside. Charles took her arm and escorted her into his home. "Please ignore Caroline. The Bennets are pleasant girls and I am sure you will find their company pleasing."

"I am sure I will," said Maggie, giving her brother a loving squeeze. She treasured Charles' loving nature and his ability to always see the best in others. Usually his judgment was more accurate than Caroline's, who could never see anything but flaws. "If you like them than there is no chance I will not do so as well."

"I like them very much," said Bingley, blushing.

Maggie said no more but grinned inwardly. So her brother was in love again and this time it appeared to be serious. Now she was more eager than ever to meet the Bennet sisters. Her time in Hertfordshire was looking to be more interested than she had possibly hoped.

Part II

Posted on Thursday, 25 July 2002

Although Maggie would have liked to spend her afternoon in the company of the Miss Bennets or at least with the gentlemen, it was not to be. The elder Miss Bennet was confided to her bedroom and her sister attended her constantly. Charles was obviously concerned for the well being of his guests and paced constantly before the entrance to Miss Jane's bedchamber until Mr. Darcy was successful in convincing him to have a bit of sport in order to distract himself. All of this occurred before Maggie had finished her unpacking and made herself presentable to company. When she descended the staircase, Fawcett informed her she could find her sisters in the drawing room.

"Wonderful," Maggie muttered to herself as she headed in the direction the butler had indicated.

"Margaret, darling, it is wonderful to see you," Louisa said with a stiff smile when she noticed her youngest sister's presence.

"Thank you," said Maggie. "I am very glad to be here. I must confess I was tiring of the confinement of Town."

"If you are searching for variety than I believe you have come to wrong place. The society here is nothing to that of London. It is vulgar and uncivilized and I do not believe it would be wise to allow you to circulate within such ill-mannered company," said Caroline.

Maggie's eyes widened in surprise. "I can not believe it is really that terrible. Charles told me he had never met with pleasanter people in all his life. He minds country manners charming."

"The rest of us find them savage," sniffed Louisa.

"I see. And what of Mr. Darcy? Is he frightened of the natives as well?" said Maggie.

"He can do nothing but disapprove of Hertfordshire society, although he has professed an admiration for a certain young lady's fine eyes. You must tease him about it relentlessly, Maggie," said Caroline.

Mr. Darcy professing admiration for a young lady? How curious. Darcy was always such a silent fellow. The lady must be quite exceptional to draw such high praise from the lady in question. Maggie smiled. Caroline wished to embarrass Mr. Darcy into regretting his sentiments and in doing so would only alienate herself from him further. Poor Caroline. No wonder she was so bitter towards Hertfordshire society if this mystery young lady could accomplish in a fortnight what she herself had spent years trying to do. Maggie had long known her sister had a jealous heart. In truth, she suspected the reason she had not yet been let out into society was because Caroline would tolerate no competition from within her own family.

"As soon as Mr. Darcy returns and we are reacquainted, you may be assured that I will tease him," said Maggie.

"Just do not be too impertinent," said Louisa. "After all, he may be family some day."

"If only Georgiana were here, then perhaps Charles would realize the beauty of his choosing her for his future bride," said Caroline.

"Charles is too much of a romantic to marry for connections or wealth. He will marry for love," said Maggie.

"Then he will have to learn to love someone well-connected," said Caroline.

Annoyed as always by her sister's cold view of marriage, Maggie decided to change the subject. "Have you heard from many of your friends in Town since residing here? I fear that living with the Tarringtons has kept me innocent of all the last news."

The hours until the gentlemen returned were passed in complete boredom for Maggie as she listened to her sisters ramble relentlessly on and on about the women they claimed to adore. It was only when she heard the sound of her brothers voice in the hallway did the vivacity return to Maggie's weary soul.

The door to the drawing room opened and the men stepped inside. Mr. Hurst, fat and half-inebriated as always, barely acknowledged the presence of his second sister-in-law but the other two gentlemen seemed happy to see her.

"Margaret, it's amazing. You get more beautiful every time I see you," said Bingley.

Maggie laughed and rolled her eyes. "You saw me earlier this afternoon."

"That just makes the occurrence all the more miraculous," said Bingley.

"Thank you for the compliment, even though you are my brother and therefore biased," said Maggie before turning to the taller of the two young men. "Mr. Darcy, I am very pleased to see you again. How is Georgiana?"

"She is fine but I am sure she will be upset once she realizes she has missed the opportunity to see you," said Darcy as he kissed her hand. Of the three Bingley sister, Maggie was the only one who held true affection for his shy sister. They were close in age, if not temperament, and got along famously.

"I hope to see her soon," said Maggie. She looked around and once she realized her sisters were distracted by their brother, she leaned in closer. "I was told to tease you mercilessly about a young lady with fine eyes, but you can be assured that I will take pity on you and leave terrorizing you to my sisters."

"You are most generous," said Darcy in amusement.

"Although I must say I am most curious to meet the lady that induced such admiration," said Maggie.

"You shall have the pleasure soon. She is in residence," said Darcy.

"Not my brother's Miss Bennet?" said Maggie.

There was a flash of jealousy in the young man's eyes that was instantly replaced by understanding. "No, no. Her younger sister."

Caroline noticed their whisperings then and instantly pounced upon them, leaving no time for further conversation. Maggie was left to ponder the younger Miss Bennet and the emotion she had seen in Darcy's eyes. Could the elusive Darcy finally have lost his heart? More curious than ever, Maggie could not wait to meet the young women who had so intrigued her brother and his best friend.

Part III

Posted on Tuesday, 30 July 2002

Elizabeth stepped out into the warm Autumn sun and sighed. She had been trapped at Netherfield for several days now and her patience was wearing quite thin. Only Mr. Bingley showed any concern for Jane's well-being. Mr. Darcy was completely indifferent to the matter and the Bingley sisters had found other areas towards which they could direct their interest. With the arrival of a new guest today, they had not even bothered to visit Jane today or even check on her progress. It was rather infuriating.

The maid that Miss Bingley had instructed to aide the Bennet sisters had told Lizzy that the latest arrival was another Bingley sister. Margaret, the youngest. Lizzy cringed at the idea of suffering through the company of yet another irritatingly superior young woman. That is why, when Jane had fallen into a peaceful sleep, Elizabeth had snuck outside instead of dressing so that she could join the others for dinner. Tonight, she would be forced to enter into the society of the rest of the party and she believed a brief walk would help to rally her spirits.

Lizzy set out on a brisk pace towards the garden, her mind filled with schemes on how to further avoid Miss Bingley, the Hursts, or Mr. Darcy. She was seriously contemplating faking an illness of her own when a joyful sounding laugh jolted her out of her unpleasantness. Having heard no such noise since leaving Longbourn, Elizabeth turned in the direction of the laughter. Upon turning a corner, she was surprised to discover a young woman with golden curls trying to wrestle a stick away from a rather large dog.

"Oh," said the young woman, obviously embarrassed to be discovered engaging in such unlady-like behavior. "I'm sorry, I believed myself to be alone."

"No, please do not apologize. I should never have intruded on your privacy," said Lizzy, hastily turning back the way she had came.

"Please, wait. Do not go. I was only playing with Rocky here because I am in severe want for human company. My name is Margaret Bingley and I am staying here at Netherfield with my brother," said Maggie.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Lizzy said in surprise. She would never have suspected a Bingley sister to be so amiable. "I am Elizabeth Bennet and I am here attending to my sister Jane who has fallen ill."

"So you are the famous Miss Bennet," said Maggie, although she had suspected as such. "I am very pleased to meet you. My brother and his friend speak of you very highly."

"Your brother is a most charming man, Miss Bingley. He has been very kind to my sister and myself," said Elizabeth.

Maggie wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Please, call me Margaret, or Maggie as I am usually known. Miss Bingley will always be my elder sister and I am sure I am not alone in wishing for there to be some distinction between the two of us."

"If I agree to calling you Maggie then you must agree to call me Lizzy," Elizabeth said with a laugh.

"I accept your terms," said Maggie.

Lizzy smiled. Maggie seemed like a sweet, good-natured young woman. She wondered how the youngest Bingley would adjust to the atmosphere of Netherfield. "Am I correct to believe that you only arrived from London this morning? Your family must be very glad that you have come."

"I can not speak for them but I know I am very glad to be here," said Maggie. "I have always preferred the country to Town, especially during the summer months. Since I have not yet been introduced into society, London holds little interest for me."

"You are not yet out?" said Elizabeth.

"No, but I am just sixteen. My brother Charles has promised he will hold a ball for me on my next birthday although I am sure the plan will displease my sister Caroline. She is determined to keep me out of society until she finds a husband," said Maggie.

Lizzy bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Surely your coming out would not upset your sister."

"Everything I do upsets my sister. We are of two very different temperaments and my actions seem to torment her," said Maggie. She spoke nonchalantly but was actually observing Elizabeth carefully as to discern her opinion of the older Bingley sisters. "I have always been more similar to my brother Charles. In truth, I prefer his company and that of Mr. Darcy but sadly they are often engaged in gentlemanly pursuits and I am left to entertain myself or by subject to Caroline's lessons on decorum."

"Have you known Mr. Darcy for very long?" said Elizabeth. She did not trust herself to comment on Caroline or Louisa without giving offense and she was surprised that anyone would welcome Mr. Darcy's presence.

"For quite some time now. I consider his sister Georgiana one of my dearest friends and have visited their home in Derbyshire. Mr. Darcy is quite excellent company, when he is feeling at ease. When he is nervous or uncomfortable I have noticed he is much more likely to give offense," said Maggie.

"I suppose it is natural for a man like Mr. Darcy to only be at ease among those he considers to be his equals of wealth and consequence," said Elizabeth.

Maggie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Lizzy, I believe you do mistake my meaning. I was not implying that Mr. Darcy was a snob. I meant to say that he was shy."

"Shy?" Lizzy repeated in disbelief.

"Indeed, but he improves upon further acquaintance," said Maggie.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to question her new acquaintance further on the subject, but the sound of the dinner bell tolling interrupted her train of thought. "I believe you are being summoned."

"I believe I am. I must run in and make myself presentable as to avoid further unpleasantness," said Maggie with a weary sigh. "Will you be joining us for dinner?"

"Thank you, but no. I believe I should be going to check on my sister," said Lizzy.

"I hope she is feeling better and that you and she will join us later this evening," said Margaret.

The two young woman said their good-byes and Maggie returned to the house with her mind filled with new information. It was no wonder Mr. Darcy was indeed impressed with Elizabeth Bennet. She was a beautiful, intelligent, quick-witted young woman. However, if he hoped to gain her own good opinion, he would have a lot of work to do.

Part IV

Posted on Friday, 2 August 2002

After dinner, the Netherfield party retired to the drawing for an evening's entertainment. Maggie watched in amusement as both Mr. Darcy and Charles buried themselves in dry, uninteresting volumes in order to escape conversation with Caroline or Louisa. Mr. Hurst was snoring loudly on the sofa and, with nothing to attract her attention, his wife seemed moments away from joining him in slumber. The eldest Miss Bingley paced restlessly around the room, edging closer and closer to Mr. Darcy in a vain effort to catch his eye. Certain she would be unable to keep from laughing if her sister continued on her present course of behavior, Maggie was relieved to see Miss Elizabeth enter the room.

"Miss Bennet," said Bingley, noticing her instantly. "How is your sister this evening?"

"A little better I believe. She should be recovered enough to be moved shortly," said Elizabeth.

"Please, do not worry about that. She will remain here as long as the doctors feel it is necessary," said Bingley.

Maggie saw the looks of displeasure on the faces of her sister and the careful neutrality of Mr. Darcy's expression. Feeling she should help her brother make their guest feel welcome she stood. "I am glad your sister continues to improve."

"Thank you," said Lizzy with a smile for the young woman.

"Miss Eliza, allow me to introduce my youngest sister," said Miss Bingley.

"There is no need for that, Caroline. Miss Elizabeth and I are old friends. We met this afternoon," said Maggie.

"I see," said Caroline. Again, her face was twisted with dismay. "I was not aware you had been introduced."

Maggie rolled her eyes and settled her and Elizabeth in a seat nearby Mr. Darcy. He had said nothing since Lizzy had entered the room and Maggie had spent enough time with Georgiana to know that the Darcys often needed a gentle nudge in order to overcome their shyness. "Would you care for a book, Lizzy? I was just reading a book of Shakespeare that I'm sure you would enjoy and Charles has a small selection available in the library," said Maggie.

"Do you enjoy Shakespeare?" said Lizzy, more interested in learning more about the latest arrival to Netherfield than reading.

"Oh, yes. My favorite is "The Taming of the Shrew." I like the idea of a woman who refuses to be pressed into marriage," said Maggie.

"Maggie is still young," said Caroline, glaring at her younger sister. "I believe she is still something of a romantic."

"What is wrong with that? I believe Miss Margaret's views of marriage are wise beyond her years. Too many young women are eager to marry and then find themselves in a less than pleasant union," said Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise. She had thought Mr. Darcy's beliefs concerning marriage would be more mercenary.

"What is your favorite Shakespearean work, Miss Bennet?" said Bingley.

"No, no, let me guess," said Maggie.

"Guess away," said Lizzy.

Maggie thought for a moment. "It would have to be a comedy."

"Yes, she is too found of laughter to prefer a tragedy," said Mr. Darcy. Despite himself, he was being pulled into the game.

"Hmm..." said Maggie. "I would wager either "The Tempest" or "Much Ado About Nothing."

"Very good. They are both among my favorites," said Lizzy with a wide smile.

"Now, do you suppose we can guess Mr. Darcy's?" said Maggie.

"Othello," Caroline said proudly.

"While I enjoy that play, it is not my favorite," said Mr. Darcy.

"A Winter's Tale," said Bingley.

"That's your favorite, Charles," Maggie said with a laugh.

"Hamlet," said Elizabeth.

"I'm afraid not," said Darcy.

"Though I can understand why you guessed that particular play," said Maggie. "When Mr. Darcy is feeling ill at ease he does resemble the Danish prince."

"Maggie!" Caroline cried.

Elizabeth expected Mr. Darcy to be offended, but he only smiled. "Thank you for your honesty, Miss Margaret. As always, it is quite refreshing."

"You are welcome, sir. And know I will offer my guess. "A Mid-Summer Night's Dream," said Maggie.

"Correct," said Darcy with another smile.

Elizabeth could not help but be surprised at the difference in Mr. Darcy when he smiled. Instead of severe and foreboding, he was really quite handsome. "I am surprised you enjoyed such a light-hearted play, Mr. Darcy."

"It was my mother's favorite and my sister Georgiana's as well. I have been exposed to it so often that I could not help but learn to love it," said Darcy.

"I too have been exposed to Georgiana's fondness for Puck and the others. We have read that play together so many times I feel that I know it by heart," said Maggie.

"Miss Darcy is such a fine cultured girl," said Miss Bingley. "I wish her behavior would have more of an influence over Margaret."

Maggie rolled her eyes at Elizabeth. "As you see, I will always pale in comparison to dear Georgiana."

"Actually, Miss Bingley, I believe your wish is backwards. It is Georgiana who should try and apply herself to Margaret's standard of behavior. My sister is painfully shy and often uncomfortable in company. I wish to see her relieved of that burden," said Darcy.

"Because it is one you carry yourself?" said Elizabeth.

Darcy seemed surprised, but nodded. "I do not have that talent that some possess. I have never felt qualified to recommend myself among strangers."

"Perhaps that is because you have never taken the trouble to practice," said Bingley. His youngest sister's presence encouraged him to speak more freely than he usually would have in the presence of his elder siblings.

"You are all being terribly unfair to Mr. Darcy. He is a man without fault," said Miss Bingley.

"I'm afraid that is impossible," said Darcy.

"We all have faults," said Elizabeth.

"Mr. Darcy's character is unimpeachable," said Caroline, stubbornly sticking to her point.

"If that is true, then he would have sprouted wings by now," said Maggie.

Darcy laughed and Elizabeth was startled by the warmth of the sound. She found herself being drawn to it and had to catch herself. This was still Mr. Darcy, the proud, disagreeable man who had insulted her at the Assembly Rooms.

"If we are finished praising Darcy's character, perhaps Miss Bennet would be kind enough to provide us with some music," said Bingley. Uncomfortable as always when he faced with conflict, he did not like to see the tension between his two unmarried sisters.

After some pressing from Maggie, Elizabeth agreed to play and sat herself at the piano. Caroline took a position next to her sister where they could freely criticize the performance, leaving Margaret and Mr. Darcy relatively alone.

"She is lovely," said Maggie, watching Elizabeth play.

Darcy said nothing, but Margaret knew she had his attention.

"A fine mind and a lively wit in such a pretty package is a rare combination. I wonder that she isn't married," she said.

"Perhaps because of her family connections," said Darcy.

Maggie shrugged. "She is a gentlemen's daughter."

"When you meet the rest of her family, especially her Mother and younger sisters, you will understand why her connections are considered low," said Darcy.

"Low connections are nothing. Miss Bennet is a fine young woman and I know I will enjoy knowing her," said Maggie. She gave Darcy a knowing glance. "And if there are gentlemen in this world who are so blinded by her low connections that they can not see her beauty, then I believe they do not deserve her."

Margaret then left to join Elizabeth at the piano for a duet. She could not have guessed how her words would affect Mr. Darcy or how long he would lay awake that night, tossing and turning and wondering if perhaps she was right.

Part V

Posted on Monday, 5 August 2002

The next morning, Darcy rose much later than was his custom. Having only managed to fall asleep in the hours just before dawn, the gentlemen was embarrassed to discover he had slept until midday. Miss Bingley would be sure to comment on this change of habit. Darcy had long grown irritated with the lady's constant attentions and was in no mood to hear her concern for his well being or her admiration of his sleeping patterns. Instead of making his way quickly to the drawing room where he knew he was sure to find Miss Bingley and the Hursts, Darcy started towards the library in the hopes of finding Bingley. He was out of his room and almost to the stairs when the sound of feminine voices drifting through an open chamber door stopped him. Fearing it would be his most fervent admirer, Darcy paused a moment to listen and readjust his plan.

"With so many colorful characters to entertain me," Maggie was saying. "I am sure I will find my stay in Hertfordshire anything but dull."

"The country has many pleasures," said Jane.

"Yes, although I fear that there are some within this house without the ability to appreciate them," said Elizabeth.

"Lizzy!" cried Jane.

"Do not be afraid of offending me. I know my sisters are often less than hospitable when they are without the desire to please those around them. Lizzy only speaks so because Caroline was particularly unpleasant at breakfast this morning," said Maggie.

Darcy was amazed. He had never heard young ladies speaking so freely to one another. Most of the conversations he had witnessed before consisted of overly polite words that covered a barely concealed hostility. Although he knew he was eavesdropping, he could not seem to pull himself away from the opportunity to learn more of the inner workings of the female mind.

"I have found your sisters to be most charming neighbors," said Jane.

Elizabeth laughed. "You will soon learn, Maggie, that my sister Jane always insists on seeing the best in people. She refuses to think ill of anyone she meets."

"An enviable trait," said Maggie. "Miss Bennet seems to be a very kind, considerate young woman."

"My sister has exaggerated my virtues, Miss Bingley," said Jane.

"Please, call me Maggie. I suspect your sister speaks nothing except the truth but even if I had cause to doubt her word, I could rely on my brother's description. Charles seems to admire you greatly," said Margaret.

Darcy did not have to be in the room to know that Jane Bennet was now blushing.

"He is a very good man," said Jane.

"Indeed he is," said Lizzy.

"I agree as well and to aid to all of his other admirable qualities he has promised to host a ball here for my birthday. Caroline and Louisa will be furious that I am not to be presented in London but I have always found the society of Town to be so dreary," said Maggie.

Elizabeth laughed. "Our youngest sisters will be thrilled. When is this ball to take place?"

"The 26th of November. Now, I must have your words that you shall attend. I will be dreadfully nervous and without you and Georgiana for support I am afraid I will complete humiliate myself," said Maggie.

"Miss Darcy is to attend then?" said Jane.

"I hope so," said Maggie. "I had planned on asking her brother before I wrote and extended the invitation but he has not yet been seen this morning. If I had not seen Caroline at breakfast, I might have suspected that she had forced him away to Scotland for an elopement."

There was the sound of laughter as now it was Darcy's turn to blush.

"Is there a real attachment between Mr. Darcy and your sister?" said Jane.

"On her side, perhaps, but I do not believe he returns the sentiment. I love Caroline dearly and I wish her all the happiness in the world. I can only hope she soon sees the futility of chasing after Mr. Darcy and finds herself a gentlemen who can return her affections," said Maggie.

"Do you believe that will happen," said Lizzy.

"No," said Maggie. "Caroline has her heart set on being the Mistress of Pemberley."

"I'm sure Mr. Darcy has many admirers. He is a very handsome young man, in addition to his wealth and prestigious," said Jane.

"That is true, but you would never think of marrying a man with only those considerations," said Lizzy.

"No, I would not," said Jane. "You know I am determined to marry for love and not for more material concerns."

"And you Lizzy? What is your view on the subject?" said Maggie.

"Only the very deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So I will die an old maid and teach Jane's ten children to play their instruments very ill," said Elizabeth.

The topic of conversation then shifted to preparations for the ball and plans to introduce Maggie to the rest of Longbourn. The young ladies were so involved in their conference that they failed to notice the gentlemen slip past the room unnoticed. His mind, only recently settled from Margaret's comments the night before, was whirling once again. Miss Elizabeth's comments had only served to increase his admiration of her and now Darcy was beginning to wonder if he was truly in danger of losing his heart.

Part VI

Posted on Tuesday, 6 August 2002

Jane's health continued to improve over the next several days and the Bennet ladies soon decided it was time to return home. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst made it extremely obvious that their presence was no longer welcome and Jane was uneasy at the idea of upsetting the women she hoped would be family some day. Elizabeth was less concerned about giving offense but did not want to do anything to endanger her sister's chances. She too was eager to leave Netherfield.

Once Maggie was informed of their plans and their apprehension of writing to their mother and inadvertently summoning her presence, she immediately offered the use of her carriage. It had been sitting in the stables gathering dust since her arrival since neither of her sisters considered it large enough to be fashionable. When Elizabeth and Jane protested the gesture, Margaret only laughed.

"It is not often that I have the chance to offer my services to guests in my brother's home. His generosity of spirit far exceeds my own, you see. Since he is out visiting with the officers at the moment and I know he would be pained for you to have to summon your own mode of transportation, you really have no choice but to accept my offer," said Maggie.

Elizabeth smiled and accepted. Once Mr. Bingley and the other gentlemen returned, good-byes were exchanged and the Bennets were on their way. On their journey, the ladies reviewed the events that had taken place during their stay at Netherfield and exchanged notes on the characters of its residents.

"I must admit that I still find the company of the elder Bingley sisters unpleasant," said Lizzy. "I am must puzzled as to how a lady such as Miss Bingley, who considers herself so genteel, could make guests feel so uncomfortable in her home."

"We do not know them well. Though neither woman has the happy manners of their brother or younger sister, perhaps they will improve upon us," said Jane.

"I find that doubtful, but perhaps you are right. Maybe I judge them too harshly in comparison with your excellent Mr. Bingley," said Lizzy.

Jane blushed. "He is not my Mr. Bingley."

"Oh, I think he is. Or at least he very soon will be," Elizabeth returned.

Jane blushed even deeper and struggled to change the subject. "I found Maggie's company to be quite enjoyable. She is very different from her elder sisters and from her brother as well."

"I agree. She has Mr. Bingley's kind heart but her manner is much more forward. She has little trouble speaking her mind. I find that to be an admirable trait in young ladies today," said Lizzy.

"I must confess, I was a little surprised at her openness," said Jane.

"I was too, in the beginning. After watching her interact with her sisters, I can see how the trait would have developed. Maggie has to speak her opinions loudly in order to avoid being trampled," said Lizzy.

They soon arrived at Longbourn and although Mrs. Bennet was less than pleased to see them returned so soon, she was soon appeased when she learned of Margaret Bingley's arrival and the ball that was to be held in her honor. When Elizabeth told of Maggie's intention to visit them, Mrs. Bennet was soon in a state of nervous excitement. Friendship between Jane and members of the Bingley family would only increase the likelihood of Mr. Bingley extending an offer of marriage. Mrs. Bennet's excitement was so great, in fact, that it ended only when she feel asleep that night.

The next day, however; Margaret Bingley and her impending visit were forgotten when Mr. Bennet announced the imminent arrival of another guest. He watched his wife prepare to welcome Mr. Collins with barely concealed amusement. Judging by the letter he had received, Mr. Bennet guessed his cousin to be anything but a sensible man. He joined Elizabeth in loving the examination of character, although his observations generally took a more mocking tone than hers. If Mr. Bennet hoped for a man whose character allowed for such mocking observations, then Mr. Collins did not disappoint

Soon after his arrival, it became clear that Mr. Collins had arrived at Longbourn with one purpose in mind. He had come to find a bride. Although his admiration originally lay with Jane, Mrs. Bennet gently pointed him in another direction and his eyes came to rest on Elizabeth. When Lydia and Kitty suggested a walk towards Meryton so that they would be free to giggle over the officers, Mr. Collins immediately decided to accompany Elizabeth. Although she politely accepted his company, Lizzy was displeased with the development. She spent the entire journey in agony, listening to his never-ending praise of his parsonage in Hunsford and Lady Catherine DeBourgh, his patroness.

"I have it on good authority that the chimney piece in the drawing room cost something of eight hundred pounds," Mr. Collins was saying for the third time as they entered Meryton.

"How impressive," said Elizabeth, wishing she was anywhere else in the world. Just then, she noticed that her two youngest sisters had caught the attention of three officers. She recognized two of them as Denny and Sanderson, but the third and most handsome man was unknown to her. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth was glad that Lydia and Kitty were ill mannered at times. "Excuse me, sir, I must attend to my sisters for a moment."

"Of course, Cousin Elizabeth," said Mr. Collins, giving her a swarthy smile.

Barely hiding a shiver of disgust, Lizzy quickly joined her sisters. She attempted to silence Kitty and Lydia before she was introduced to the third soldier, a Mr. Wickham. Elizabeth had just enough time to decide that the young man was amiable as well as handsome when she noticed three figures on horseback approaching. With a smile, she recognized Mr. Bingley and Maggie, as well as Mr. Darcy.

"What a pleasant encounter," said Maggie as she climbed down from her horse.

"We were just on our way to Longbourn in search of you," said Mr. Bingley, with a special smile for Jane.

Elizabeth noticed Mr. Darcy had hung back from the group. She was still puzzled by the man. He had seemed arrogant and proud at the Assembly Rooms but once Maggie arrived at Netherfield he had been kind and attentive. However, he seemed to always be holding himself in check. It was as if she made him nervous for some reason.

As the eldest, Jane quickly introduced Margaret Bingley to her younger sisters. Maggie chatted happily with Elizabeth, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia while her brother spoke quietly with the eldest Miss Bennet.

"We are very much looking forward to your ball, Miss Bingley," Kitty said timidly.

"I am as well," said Maggie.

"Your brother has gained quite a few friends in the soldier's quarters," said Denny. "He has extended an open invitation to the officers."

Lydia squealed in excitement. Maggie smiled and turned for a formal introduction to the officers who were still standing nearby. She had paid little attention to them when she first arrived and now as she examined them, she recognized one of them with a gasp.

Lydia was her mother's daughter and was still carrying on loudly. Few heard Margaret's sound of surprise except Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy, and the gentlemen that had caused it. Darcy immediately dismounted his horse to come to the young lady's aide but froze as he to saw Mr. Wickham among the small crowd. Elizabeth was surprised by the expression she saw in the usually stoic gentlemen's eyes. It seemed to her to be something like rage.

Maggie recovered herself quickly. She knew the danger of the situation and had no intention of allowing it to escalate. With a quick promise to visit the ladies of Longbourn the next day, Margaret expertly herded her brother and Mr. Darcy back towards their horses. She smiled to the assembled group as she rode away, waving to her new acquaintances. A few remarked on their quick departure, but only Elizabeth and Mr. Wickham realized something was amiss. The conversation continued on just as before, but Lizzy was noticeably silent. She could not help but wonder what had conspired between Mr. Wickham, Maggie, and Mr. Darcy. Whatever it was, it must have been something of dreadful importance.

When Mr. Wickham agreed to join them for supper and cards at their Aunt Phillips that evening, Elizabeth was most pleased. Not only did she enjoy the young man's company, but she loved a mystery and was determined to get to the bottom of this one as quickly as possible.

Part VII

Posted on Tuesday, 6 August 2002

"I must confess," said Wickham, later that evening as he took a seat next to Elizabeth. "I thought I might never escape the attentions of your younger sisters."

"They can be very persistent. Lydia especially," said Lizzy with a smile.

"They seem to be occupied now, though," said Wickham.

"It would seem so," said Elizabeth. "You are free for the moment."

Wickham smiled. "Being new to Hertfordshire, I am grateful for the opportunity to circulate some within Meryton society. Everyone has been pleasant and extremely welcoming."

"I am glad you feel so at home. Will your stay in Meryton be of some duration?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"That depends," Wickham said thoughtfully. "Tell me, are you well acquainted with the Bingley family?"

"They are new to the neighborhood as well. Mr. Bingley only arrived at Netherfield a month ago but he is generally thought to be a pleasant and amiable man. Do you know him as well?" said Elizabeth.

"No, we have never met. Though I have spent a considerable amount of time with his youngest sister, Miss Margaret Bingley. I entertained her as a child," said Wickham.

Elizabeth was surprised. Maggie's reaction to him early had seemed anything but welcoming. "Miss Margaret has only been in Hertfordshire for a few days. I have not spent that much time in her company."

"Perhaps I should explain the beginnings of our acquaintance," said Wickham. "I was raised in Derbyshire, at Pemberley. I am sure you're aware that this estate belongs to Mr. Darcy. I am the son of his father's steward. Darcy's father was my godfather and one of the best men that ever breathed. When my own father died, he raised me as a son. He financed my education at Cambridge and intended me for the church. Unfortunately, he died before an acceptable living had become available. His son, the current Mr. Darcy, refused to honor his father's wished and I was forced to make my own way in the world."

"That's terrible," said Elizabeth. The tale was indeed horrible and reflected quite poorly on Mr. Darcy. She would have been tempted to believe it, except she had a hard time believing that Bingley or Maggie would befriend a man who would act in such an ungentlemanly manner. "If this is true, he should be publicly disgraced."

Wickham shrugged. "Some day he will be, but not by me. Until I forget the father, I can not discredit the son."

"I see. Then how is it you came to know Miss Margaret if your associations with the Darcy family have ended," said Elizabeth.

"Mr. Darcy has a sister some ten years his junior. Georgiana Darcy was a sweet child and I spent many hours devoted to her amusement. However, after Miss Margaret Bingley became her dearest friend things began to change. Miss Bingley is a out-spoken, stubborn young girl who is not above spreading falsehoods concerning those she considers beneath her. She tolerated my presence for a short time before she along with Mr. Darcy worked to turn Georgiana against me," said Wickham.

Elizabeth was careful not to show her disbelief. Mr. Wickham must have believed that she was not at all familiar with Maggie's character or he never would have expected her to accept such a lie. If Maggie had worked to separate Georgiana Darcy from this man, it must have been because he was unsuitable in some fashion.

"I wonder if it would be wise for you to stay in the neighborhood then, considering it is so well populated with your enemies," she said after a fashion.

Having taken her earlier silence for shock instead of suspicion, Wickham smiled. "I may not be found of Mr. Darcy or Miss Margaret but I would hardly call them enemies. I see no reason to leave Hertfordshire at the present. My current situation is quite pleasant. If Darcy or any of the others wish to avoid seeing me, they should feel free to do so. I plan on continuing to live my life just as I have always lived it. So, you see, I forbid you to feel sorry for me."

"Lizzy," said Lydia, who had grown sick of cards and noticed her sister monopolizing the most handsome man in the room. "Why should you feel sorry for Mr. Wickham?"

"Why, because I have not had a dance in these three months together," he said.

"Then you shall have one now," said Lydia.

She turned to order Mary to play a dance tune when Elizabeth quickly intervened. She had noted how smoothly Wickham lied to her youngest sister and felt this was not a man for Lydia to trifle with. "Actually, Lydia, I was just about to suggest we start for home. I am beginning to feel rather ill."

"But it is still so early," said Lydia.

Jane heard her sister begin to whine and came quickly to see what was the matter. Elizabeth quickly gave her the signal, a gesture carefully practiced between the sisters for years. It consisted of a quick tug on the right earlobe and meant that the giver of the signal was in an uncomfortable situation and feigning illness in order to escape.

"Lizzy, are you still feeling ill?" said Jane.

"Yes, actually. Would you mind terribly if we left?" said Elizabeth.

"I would," Lydia said rudely.

Her opinion was discounted and soon the Bennet girls in addition to Mr. Collins were back at Longbourn. Continuing the charade of a headache in order to avoid her mother's questioning, Lizzy retired to her room. She was shortly joined by Jane who was concerned over what had taken place.

"Lizzy," she said quietly. "What has happened?"

Elizabeth quickly informed her sister of what she had witnessed that afternoon and of Mr. Wickham's revelations that evening. "Before our stay at Netherfield, I would have been more than willing to think ill of Mr. Darcy. He seemed so proud and disagreeable. But Maggie says he is shy among strangers and I believe she is right. He is an amiable enough man, I suppose. Even if he was as terrible as Wickham suggested, I would never have believed Maggie capable of the behavior he described. Mr. Wickham was obviously attempting to deceive me."

"But he seemed like such a pleasant young man," said Jane.

"It seems that Mr. Wickham has all the appearance of goodness and Mr. Darcy all of the actual quality," said Elizabeth.

Jane nodded. "I believe it would be best to avoid Mr. Wickham in the future."

"I agree. I also think we should make Maggie and Mr. Darcy aware of the falsehoods that have been spoken against them. Maggie is not yet well known in Hertfordshire and the general opinion of Mr. Darcy is general not in his favor. We should not allow Wickham to create unfair prejudice against them," said Lizzy.

"Should we warn Mama?" said Jane.

"No," said Elizabeth. "What transpired between Wickham and the others was probably of a deeply personal information and you know Mama's love of gossip. I do not feel it would be wise to spread the tale before we know all the facts."

"That is true. Maggie promised us she would visit us tomorrow. Perhaps we can discuss the situation with her then," said Jane.

"I hope so too," said Lizzy.

Jane thought for a moment, then smiled. "Just a few short days ago, I never would have believed you would take these steps to protect Mr. Darcy's good name. I can clearly remember hearing you after the Assemblies, declaring him beneath your notice."

"Perhaps I misjudged him," said Elizabeth with a wry smile. "He is not so very horrid as I first supposed. He is a man of sense and education and I believe there just may be a sense of humor lurking in there somewhere. Besides, as the best friend of my future brother-in-law, I must force myself to become accustomed to his presence."

"Lizzy, do be serious," said Jane.

"Alright, if I must. Yes, my opinion of Mr. Darcy has improved. I would not mind knowing more of him and perhaps someday we might even become friends," said Elizabeth.

"Just friends?" said Jane. She was glad for the rare opportunity to tease her sister.

"Just friends," Elizabeth said firmly.

Jane smiled. Elizabeth was obviously unaware of the way Mr. Darcy's eyes never left her face whenever they were together. Jane Bennet was the quieter of the two sisters, but she was not without her own powers of observation and it seemed to her that soon Mr. Collins would face some competition for Elizabeth's affections.

Part VIII

Posted on Tuesday, 6 August 2002

Elizabeth and Jane were both surprised and somewhat dismayed when Bingley and Darcy arrived at Longbourn with Maggie the next afternoon. They had expected to be able to discuss the matter of Wickham's allegations privately with Margaret but the appearance of the gentlemen altered their plans. When Mrs. Bennet suggested that Jane lead Mr. Bingley on a tour of the gardens, Elizabeth, Maggie, and Mr. Darcy volunteered to accompany them. Although it was not the arrangement that Mrs. Bennet had in mind, it gave Jane and Lizzy the perfect opportunity to address the issue that had been troubling them. However, neither sister was sure how to begin such a delicate conversation.

"Do you often walk into Meryton?" Maggie asked, once the group had exhausted such topics as the weather and inquiring after the health of their families.

"Yes," said Lizzy. She stared down at the ground, feeling somewhat awkward. "When you came upon us yesterday we were just forming a new acquaintance."

"Yes, Mr. Wickham has those happy manners which enable him to make many new friends. Whether he is capable of keeping them is another manner entirely," said Mr. Darcy.

"He claims to have lost your friendship in a way that he will suffer from all his life. When I spoke with him last night, he claimed that you were the cause of all of his misfortunes," said Elizabeth.

"His misfortunes! Oh yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed," Maggie cried bitterly.

"Margaret, please. Calm down," said Bingley.

"Whatever has transpired between you and Mr. Wickham is none of our concern," said Jane. "However, we feel that you should know that he has been making slanderous statements about your character."

"And whose character has he been attacking?" said Darcy.

"Yours, sir. Yours and Maggie's," Jane said quietly.

"And what did he say?" said Bingley, his eyes blazing with anger.

"He asked if I was well acquainted with your family, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth. "When I told him that you had only been in the neighborhood a short time, he remarked that he had spent some time in the company of Maggie. When I asked how that came to be, he told me that he was raised at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy's estate. Mr. Wickham said he was the son of the late Mr. Darcy's steward."

"His father was an excellent man," Darcy sighed.

"Mr. Wickham said that when his own father died, he was adopted by the master of the estate. He was intended for the church but when the late Mr. Darcy died, his son failed to fulfill his father's promise," said Lizzy.

"What a work of fiction. He should be writing novels," said Maggie.

"And what did he say of my sister," said Bingley.

"He told Lizzy that Margaret had spread falsehoods concerning his character. He said that Maggie had worked to turn Miss Darcy against him," said Jane.

"We have to find him immediately. This has to stop," said Bingley.

"Charles, please. His words cannot hurt me. Promise me you will not fight him," said Maggie, including Darcy in her gaze. "Both of you must promise me and I will hold you to your word. I have no intention of losing a brother or explaining to Georgiana that she has lost hers."

"There will be no fighting," said Bingley, not missing the look of fear that crept into Jane's eyes at the mention of a duel.

Darcy said nothing.

"Mr. Darcy, do I have your word?" Maggie said firmly.

"I can not promise to do nothing," said Darcy.

"Please," said Elizabeth.

Darcy turned to her in surprise. "You do not understand the circumstances of which we speak, Miss Elizabeth."

"But I do understand that you are the only family that Miss Darcy has left. No matter what Mr. Wickham has done, it is worth leaving your sister alone in the world to revenge yourself against him," said Lizzy.

"You are not alone in this, Darcy," said Bingley. "We will help you."

"You know I would do anything to prevent Georgiana pain," said Maggie.

"Perhaps Elizabeth and I should return to the house," said Jane, watching as Mr. Darcy fought an internal battle.

"I hope our information is helpful to you," said Lizzy.

"Wait," said Darcy. His anguished face called out to Elizabeth, wishing she could do something to ease his sufferings. "Do not go. You deserve to know the truth about Mr. Wickham, if only so that you may guard yourselves against him."

"You can be assured of our secrecy, sir," said Elizabeth.

He nodded. "Mr. Wickham, you see, was adopted by my father when he lost his own at a young age. We played together as children but I soon realized there was more to Wickham than outward appearances. His behavior was as dissolute as his manners were engaging. My father sent both of us to Cambridge, but Wickham was more interested in entertainment than education. I was completely repulsed by his wanton behavior but I didn't have the heart to tell my father the truth about his ward. I allowed him to think that Wickham was as respectable as his father. That was my first mistake."

"When my own excellent father died, he did leave plans for a living to be purchased. However, Wickham announced his intention of never taking orders. He spoke of an interest in reading law and I wished rather than believed him to be sincere. I gave him a sum of five thousand pounds. The money was soon gone and Wickham was back, demanding the living he had been promised. I refused and he went away furious. I heard that his accumulating debts had forced him to leave London and I hoped our paths would never cross again."

"Meanwhile, his sister Georgiana was sent to summer at Ramsgate. She was left in the care of a Mrs. Younge, a woman about whose character Mr. Darcy had been deceived. Mr. Wickham followed and proceeded to attempt to woo Miss Darcy and convince her to agree to an elopement. We were both but fifteen at the time," said Maggie. "Fearing her brother's reaction to the news of her intentions to marry Wickham, Georgiana wrote and confided the whole plan to me. When I received the letter, I was in London. My brother and Mr. Darcy were in the North Country, seeking a suitable estate for Charles. I wrote to them, informing them of Wickham's scheme, but I did not know if the letter would reach them in time for them to stop the elopement. So, I went to Ramsgate myself."

"Alone?" Jane gasped.

"I had a manservant to serve as chaperone," said Maggie.

"You are a very good friend," said Elizabeth.

"She saved my sister," said Darcy.

"I reached Ramsgate the day before the scheduled elopement. Mr. Wickham was less than pleased to see me. I told him that Mr. Darcy and my brother were on their way. I also informed Wickham that Georgiana's inheritance of thirty thousand pounds was controlled by her brother and her cousin. If they were not pleased with her choice of husband, she would not receive her fortune. That is not exactly true, but it suited my purpose at the time. Wickham thought he would remain penniless if he married Miss Darcy and fled before the gentlemen could arrive. Georgiana was heartbroken but I believe she is slowly mending," said Maggie.

"We kept the entire affair a secret in the interest of protecting Miss Darcy's reputation," said Bingley.

"And now he is here in Hertfordshire, telling a different version of the tale," said Lizzy.

"No one will believe it," said Maggie.

"That may not be true," said Darcy. "Wickham is quite excellent at convincing others he is a honest, truthful man. Also, I fear a made quite a terrible first impression when I first arrived in Hertfordshire. There are many people here who may be more than willing to think ill of me."

"Then what are we to do?" said Bingley.

They were all looking to Darcy for the answer when Elizabeth spoke up. "I think I might have the solution."

Part IX

Posted on Saturday, 10 August 2002

"No," said Darcy, once Elizabeth had explained her plan. "Absolutely not. I forbid it."

"You forbid it?" Lizzy repeated, her eyebrows raised.

"It may be the only way," said Maggie.

"You are forgetting that I am more familiar with Wickham's character than anyone present. I am more than aware of what depths to which he will sink. I will not expose Miss Elizabeth to such danger," said Darcy.

"It may not be your choice," said Elizabeth.

"Lizzy, please," said Jane.

"You yourself have said that Mr. Wickham's character is completely dissolute," said Elizabeth. "He has already become a favorite of my youngest sisters and I fear that as he introduced amongst our neighbors his popularity will increase. Though there are not many young ladies in Hertfordshire likely to fall pray to a fortune hunter, there are many who are innocent enough to be taken in by such a man. At the moment, he is free to spread whichever falsehood he pleases because he is secure in the belief that he will never be contradicted. On that issue, Wickham is correct. Neither you, nor Maggie, nor Mr. Bingley would expose him for fear of what damage would be done to Miss Darcy's reputation. I, however, have no obligations to the young lady. Wickham will believe me when I threaten to expose him."

"And if he calls your bluff? What then?" said Darcy.

"It will never come to that," said Lizzy.

Maggie nodded in understanding. "His success in life relies on his ability to charm those around him. His plan to wed Georgiana failed but I am sure he must have hopes of finding another heiress to woo. If his deeds were made public, his chances of marrying into wealth would be eliminated. He can not risk exposure."

"Threatening him may make him desperate," said Bingley.

"That is why we give him a choice. If he agrees to leave Hertfordshire immediately then his misdeeds will be kept quiet," said Elizabeth.

"Again, I ask what if he refuses to leave?" said Darcy.

"Then we speak to Colonel Foster. He seems to be an honorable gentlemen, I can not believe he would allow such a devious man to remain in his regiment," said Elizabeth.

"Darcy, perhaps you should write to Colonel Fitzwilliam," said Bingley. "Explain to him the situation. His help might be quite useful if we are forced to approach Foster."

Darcy turned to his friend in surprise. "I can not believe you are actually considering this, Bingley. The entire notion is completely ridiculous."

"Do you have a better suggestion?" said Maggie.

"I would rather keep Georgiana at Pemberley and join her there if necessary," said Darcy.

"And what if he returns to Derbyshire? Where will you run then? As long as he believes we are afraid to face him, these rumors will persist," said Maggie.

"We are discussing risking my sister's future," said Darcy. "I am the only one here qualified to make a decision."

"We are discussing more than that. My sister's name is being slandered throughout the county. I can not allow that to continue," said Bingley.

"Perhaps there is another way," said Jane.

"There is no other way," Darcy said with a tired sigh. "If I had confronted him years ago as I should have, we would not be faced with our current problem. My silence gave him power and first Georgiana and now others have paid the price. You have my most sincere apologies, Maggie."

"I will not accept them, sir, because they are unnecessary. We cannot change the past. We can only hope to build a better future," said Maggie.

"Then we are agreed?" said Elizabeth.

"We are agreed," said Darcy.

"Wickham has promised to visit our family soon and I will speak with him then. I am sure Jane will be able to ensure us the opportunity of a private conversation," said Lizzy.

"Not too private," said Jane.

"Of course not," said Maggie.

Mrs. Bennet appeared from within the house then, summoning the girls inside and issuing an invitation for their guests to join the family for supper. Bingley, seeing that his friend's mood had turned taciturn, politely declined the invitation. As the Netherfield party prepared to depart, Elizabeth said her farewells to the Bingleys and then turned towards the other gentleman.

"Mr. Darcy, may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth?" said Darcy.

"I just wanted to thank you for taking Jane and I into your confidence," said Elizabeth. She looked quickly and saw that her sister was engaged with the others and there was little chance of being overheard. "It must have been difficult to share something so personal."

"It would have been wrong to allow you to believe Wickham's allegations and allow him to gain your trust," said Darcy.

"Your protective instincts do you credit. I am sure your sister has benefited from them," said Lizzy.

"Not well enough, I am afraid. My mother died when she was just an infant and my father followed just a few years ago. Since then, she has been the responsibility of myself and Colonel Fitzwilliam and I fear we have not done the job as well as my parents might have hoped," said Darcy.

Unable to stand the melancholy in his voice, Elizabeth leaned forward and gently touched his arm. "You are too hard on yourself. Maggie speaks quite highly of Miss Darcy. From her description I would guess her to be a sweet, courageous young woman."

"I would like it very much if you had the opportunity to judge for yourself," said Darcy. "Might I... Would it be too forward of me to ask you to allow me the honor of introducing my sister to you and to Miss Bennet as well?"

"I would find that most agreeable," said Elizabeth.

"May I make another request," said Darcy.

"Of course, though I can not promise to agree as easily."

"Be careful," he said meaningfully.

"Come, Darcy. We must be off or Caroline will be wondering what has become of us," said Bingley.

Darcy nodded his good-bye to Elizabeth and then turned and mounted his horse. Only Jane and Maggie noticed the heightened color on Lizzy's cheeks and they were both overjoyed. Perhaps one good thing would arise from all this misery.

Part X

Posted on Saturday, 10 August 2002

Mr. Collins had spent the afternoon visiting the local parsonage and while Elizabeth had been grateful for his absence during her meeting with Mr. Darcy and the Bingleys but now she was suffering for her brief reprieve. Mr. Collins was overly attentive during dinner and Lizzy's attempts to keep from laughing at his flattery were made all the more difficult by her father's obviously mocking comments on the subject. Jane noticed her sister's discomfort. When the meal was finished, she engaged Mr. Collins in a doctrinal discussion with Mary and suggested Elizabeth take a solitary walk to clear her mind. Grateful for the opportunity, Lizzy grabbed her bonnet and practically ran for the door.

The evening air was cool as the sun began to set over Hertfordshire. Elizabeth started along her favorite path towards Oakham Mount, her mind focused on the day's events. Being that she was an excellent walker, Longbourn was soon out of sight. Lizzy failed to notice. She was in fact so preoccupied that she failed to notice she was no longer alone until a voice spoke from behind her.

"Good evening, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth turned and paled slightly as she recognized her companion. "Good evening, Mr. Wickham. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"It is an excellent evening for a walk, is it not?" he said.

"Yes, it is," said Lizzy.

"You know, it is considered by many to be unwise for a lady such as yourself to wander about the countryside so unprotected. One never knows where danger lurks," said Wickham as he stepped closer to her.

"Perhaps you are right," said Elizabeth. His nearness allowed her to notice the unmistakable smell of whiskey on his breath. "I should be returning to Longbourn. I have been gone for some time and I am sure my father will soon come searching for me."

Wickham laughed. "I am sure he has not yet noticed you are gone. Daughters are of little consequence to their fathers."

"I can promise you that is not true in my case," said Elizabeth.

"I had every intention of calling on you and your sisters today," said Wickham. "I even borrowed a horse and rode in the direction of Longbourn, but when I arrived I discovered that you were already entertaining company and I did not wish to disturb you."

"That was very kind of you," said Lizzy.

She attempted to step around him but Wickham moved so that he blocked her retreat.

"When I spoke with you the other day, you made no mention that you were on such intimate terms with Mr. Darcy and Miss Margaret Bingley."

"We are hardly intimates. My sister Jane became ill while dining with Miss Margaret's elder sisters and was forced to intern there for several days. That is the extent of our acquaintance," said Elizabeth.

"I have heard word around Meryton that an engagement is soon expected between Mr. Bingley and the eldest Miss Bennet," said Wickham.

"If you are interested in my sister's romance that you will have to make your inquiries with her. Now, if you will excuse me," said Elizabeth, attempting to brush past him.

"I feel you have mislead me, Miss Elizabeth," said Wickham, grabbing her arm.

"Unhand me," Lizzy cried.

"What did you and Mr. Darcy speak of today? What did he tell you?" he demanded.

"The truth," said Elizabeth. She pulled away from him with a violent yank and stood before him defiantly. Although she was terrified by Wickham's behavior, she was determined to hide her fear. "And now that I am familiar with the true nature of your character, I must insist you leave Hertfordshire immediately."

"And who are you to be making such demands?" said Wickham.

"I am a young lady whose word and judgment is well respected throughout the county. I will not allow you to take advantage of another innocent when I have the power to stop you. If you do not agree to resign your post in the regiment and seek employment elsewhere I will be forced to spread the news of your misdeeds," said Elizabeth.

"I do not know which misdeeds you are referring to. Of what are you talking?" said Wickham.

"Of your dishonest representation of Mr. Darcy's actions towards you upon the death of his father. Of your lies concerning the character of that gentlemen and that of Miss Margaret Bingley. And also of your behavior at Ramsgate with Miss Darcy," said Elizabeth.

Wickham's eyes narrowed. "And if I were to tell you that I had repented and learned the error of my ways?"

"I would not believe you. You have been untruthful in the past, sir, and I have learned the value of your word," said Lizzy.

"I see," said Wickham. "Then I see I have no alternative."

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the battle to be over. She was most surprised when Wickham leapt forward and pinned her arms to her sides. "Let go of me!"

"Did you think I would allow you to ruin my life? Did you think I would just walk away? Surely, Mr. Darcy or Miss Bingley could have told you that I most certainly would not," said Wickham.

"Take your hands off of her!"

Surprised by the voice of an unknown third party, Wickham released his hold. Elizabeth had been struggling against him and the force of her actions carried her to the ground. She landed on her ankle, crying out in pain as it twisted beneath her.

"Mr. Darcy," said Wickham with a snide smile. "I do not suppose I should be surprised to see you here."

"Go," Darcy growled.

"You misunderstand what you saw. I was merely..."

"Go," Darcy repeated, louder this time. "Leave Hertfordshire immediately. I will be meeting with your commanding officer tomorrow morning to inform them of this. Either leave now or face the discipline they will inflict on you."

"You can not do that," said Wickham.

"I can and I can assure that I will."

Wickham thought for a moment. The whiskey was still clouding his brain and it was a struggle to see the situation clearly. If he fled now, there was still a chance Darcy would remain silent. If he stayed, his fellow officers would see he suffered for his actions. Not to mention the reaction of the lady's father...

"I will leave," said Wickham. He started to walk away but laughed lightly as he brushed past Darcy. "I am surprised by your choice, Darcy. I would have thought a lady of such low breeding would be beneath your consideration for a bride. Then again, she is pretty enough. I am sure you could find other uses for her."

The blow came so quickly that Wickham could not prepare himself. He tumbled to the ground clutching his broken nose and howling. Darcy stared down at him in surprise, as if he was unaware of the part he had played in causing the other man pain. He knelt down as if to help Wickham to his feet but his hand was rejected. Wickham struggled up on his on, then turned and ran. The gentlemen and lady could not help but enjoy the sight.

When Darcy turned towards Elizabeth, his eyes were gentle. "Miss Bennet? Will you be able to walk?"

"I believe so," said Lizzy. With some assistance, she stood but when she placed weight on her ankle she nearly tumbled back to the ground. "Or perhaps not."

"Put your arms around my neck," said Darcy as he quickly scooped her into his arms.

Elizabeth settled herself back against his chest as he carried her down the path. She had always been slightly mocking of women who relied on men to come to their rescue in times of trouble but she had to admit the feelings of warmth and protection she felt while being cradled by Mr. Darcy were most enjoyable. "Thank you, sir. For your assisting me home and for arriving when you did. Mr. Wickham was more dangerous than I realized especially when he has been drinking."

"I had returned to attempt to dissuade you from confronting him," Darcy said thickly. He could not seem to rid himself of the image of Wickham towering over Elizabeth. He cringed to think what might have happened if he had not heard their voices on his way to Longbourn.

"I suppose I should consider myself lucky. Mr. Wickham will now be sure to leave the neighborhood and no serious harm was done," said Lizzy.

"No harm done?" said Darcy. He stopped walking and stared into her eyes. "You do not consider the fact that you can not walk to constitute serious harm?"

"My ankle will be mended in a day or two," said Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet, do not make light of this. Who knows what that monster would have done to you? You must promise me that you ever see him again, you will summon me. Do not try and face him alone," said Darcy.

"But, I am more than capable of taking care of myself," she said stubbornly.

"Promise me, Elizabeth."

Taken aback by the use of her Christian name, she could not help but agree. "I promise."

"Good. I will take you at your word," said Darcy.

Darcy began to move again and Elizabeth said no more. She relaxed her head against Darcy's shoulder and allowed herself to delight in having a true knight in shining armor.

Part XI

Posted on Saturday, 10 August 2002

Upon Lizzy and Darcy's return to Longbourn, the house erupted in chaos. Mr. Bennet was concerned at seeing his favorite daughter injured and immediately summoned the doctor from Meryton. Mrs. Bennet went into hysterics, alternatively demanding information from Elizabeth and babbling thanks to Mr. Darcy. Jane divided herself between playing hostess to Mr. Darcy and seeing to her sister's comforts while the youngest Bennets did little more than get in the way. Mr. Collins stationed himself at Elizabeth's side, proclaiming sympathy and understanding and thoroughly annoying the entire group.

The doctor arrived quickly upon receiving Mr. Bennet's request and prescribed a week of bed rest for Elizabeth to allow for her ankle to heal. While the ladies of the house helped Lizzy upstairs, Mr. Bennet led Darcy into his library. Mr. Collins followed, demanding to know the truth of what had befallen his beloved Cousin.

"Mr. Darcy, I myself am curious as well as to what happened to my daughter and how you happened to come upon her," said Mr. Bennet.

Casting a quick look in the direction of the clergyman, Darcy decided to limit the number of details he offered in his explanation. Mr. Collins was a devotee of his Aunt Catherine after all and it would not do for her Ladyship to be made aware of Georgiana's trouble at Ramsgate. He told Mr. Bennet that Miss Margaret Bingley's gloves had been left behind during their afternoon visit, a fact that was indeed true. Darcy explained he had been returning to Longbourn when he heard voices arguing, one of which belonged to a most distressed sounding female. He followed the sound of the voices and came upon Mr. Wickham who had grabbed Miss Elizabeth in what appeared to be a threatening manner. When he made his presence known, Wickham released the lady which caused her to fall and twist her ankle. Darcy told the two gentlemen that he had threatened Wickham with exposure unless he left Hertfordshire immediately.

"I hope I did not overstep my bounds in doing so," said Darcy. "I have had some experience with Wickham in the past and believed it to be the best way to handle the situation."

"You acted quite well, young man, considering the circumstances. I have you to thank that Elizabeth escaped with such minor injuries," said Mr. Bennet.

"Mr. Darcy, I fear that Miss Elizabeth is a most independent young woman. While her wit and vivacity are charming, she has yet to learn to adopt a proper sense of decorum. I thank you most humbly for rescuing her from such a vile fiend and I assure that I will take it upon myself to see to it that such an incident never happens again," said Mr. Collins.

Darcy was put off by Collins' pompous pronouncement but Mr. Bennet seemed only amused. "And just how do you intend to do that, sir?"

"My dear Mr. Bennet, I meant no slight towards your chosen method of raising your daughters," said Mr. Collins. "I only meant that it would not due for the wife of a clergyman to engage in such reckless behavior."

"Wife?" Darcy repeated in horror. Elizabeth was to marry this buffoon?

"Mr. Collins, I believe there has been some confusion. Am I to understand that you have made an offer to Elizabeth and that she has accepted you?" said Mr. Bennet.

"Not currently, sir, but I am sure once she realizes the fortunateness of my position and my connection with family of DeBourgh she will assent to be my bride," said Mr. Collins.

"You can not marry Miss Elizabeth," said Darcy. In the next instant, he wished he had remained silent for now both men were staring at him in amazement. "I mean, I do not believe she would be the type of wife you seem to seek."

"Please explain yourself," said Mr. Bennet, barely able to keep from laughing. Darcy's admiration and affection for Elizabeth was obvious and watching the great gentlemen attempt to eliminate the competition was all too comical.

Feeling he was walking a fine line between not wishing to offend Mr. Bennet but also hoping to convince Collins of the unsuitable of his choice, Darcy was tongue-tied. "I only meant that, you see, Miss Elizabeth is a very spirited young woman. I admire her greatly, but I believe that..."

"Others may be made unhappy by the match?" suggested Mr. Bennet.

Mr. Collins paled. "You believe that Lady Catherine would not approve?"

"That's it," Darcy practically shouted. "As you know, Lady Catherine is a woman of very decided opinions. She expects deference from all those around her and I do not believe that Miss Elizabeth would easily adjust to such an environment."

"But it was she who suggested I come to Hertfordshire to find a bride," said Mr. Collins.

"How lucky of Lady Catherine to have found a clergyman so willing to follow orders," Mr. Bennet said dryly.

"My Aunt's suggestion was an excellent one," said Darcy. "However, I believe she would want you to examine all the ladies of the neighborhood carefully before making a selection."

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy. Your help in this matter is quite appreciated," said Mr. Collins. He stood and walked quickly from the room, eager to begin his quest.

"They say there is one in every family," said Mr. Bennet after the clergyman was gone. "Unfortunately, my family seems to have several."

Darcy nodded uncomfortably. "Well, sir, now that Miss Elizabeth has been tended to I should be returning to Netherfield."

"One moment, if you please, Mr. Darcy. You see, I am not sure that you are aware of this but you have just successfully run off one Elizabeth's suitors. Although I am sure my daughter would thank you for this, my wife will be less than pleased. Unless of course, you have another young man in mind to take his place," said Mr. Bennet.

"I am sure Miss Elizabeth has many suitors," Darcy stammered. Surely, the gentlemen had not realized he was considering courting Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth has always been my favorite among my children. I have long come to respect her judgment of character and she has never given me a reason to doubt her. If she has seen fit to forgive you for your earlier slight than I suppose I should as well," said Mr. Bennet.

"Earlier slight?" Darcy said.

"Yes, at the Assembly Rooms. When you told Mr. Bingley that Elizabeth was tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt you," said Mr. Bennet.

Darcy was aghast and stared down at the floor in humiliation. "I did not realize that I was overheard. You have my apologies."

Mr. Bennet waved them away. "No apologies are necessary. Just be sure that it never happens again. Elizabeth may not be a member of the society you are used to traveling in but she is by no means unprotected or friendless."

"I realize that," said Darcy. The meaning of the conversation was now quite clear to him. Mr. Bennet was aware of were Darcy's affection lay and was determined to see that his daughter did not get hurt. It was an admirable intention and Darcy, who knew the importance of protecting a young lady from unworthy gentlemen, felt a sense of respect for the older gentlemen. "And I understand."

"Good. Then I have kept you long enough. You are no doubt wanted back at Netherfield and I must go and inquire after my daughter," said Mr. Bennet.

"Yes, sir," said Darcy.

"And if you yourself feel the need to monitor Elizabeth's recovery, please do not feel the need to wait for an invitation. After the events of this evening, you will always be welcome in my home," said Mr. Bennet.

"Thank you, Mr. Bennet."

As Darcy journeyed back towards Netherfield, his mind wandered over the day's events. Perhaps it was unwise to speak so plainly in front of Elizabeth's father. Now that he suspected an attachment on Darcy's behalf, he would be watching the pair closely. If he decided to mention the matter to the rest of the family, all of Hertfordshire would soon be expected the announcement of an engagement.

Darcy smiled. He no longer cared if all of Hertfordshire, all of England, or even all the world knew of his intentions. After seeing how adamant Elizabeth was to help protect Georgiana from Wickham, after seeing her in pain at that man's hands, and after carrying her in his arms, Darcy knew there was no other woman on earth who he could love more dearly. If Elizabeth Bennet refused him, he would die a bachelor. After her, there could be no one else. He would win the heart of his fair lady even if it took the rest of his days.

Part XII

Posted on Saturday, 10 August 2002

"What?" Maggie cried the next morning. Darcy had asked her and Bingley to join him in the library after breakfast to relay the previous evening's events and the young lady had been shocked. "That villain! Did you really believe he left Hertfordshire? Will this information become public? Are you sure that Elizabeth is well? We should go and see to her immediately."

"Maggie, calm yourself," said Bingley.

"I can not calm myself. Something needs to be done about this dreadful man who seems to take great delight in causing pain to those I care about," she said.

"You will be of no help to anyone as long as you continue these hysterics," said Darcy.

"I am not in hysterics!" said Maggie.

"You are acting just like Caroline," said Bingley.

That gave the young lady pause. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and took a seat in a nearby chair. "That was quite cruel, Charles. Necessary, but cruel nonetheless."

"I am sorry, my dear. I hope I will never have to say it again," said Bingley.

"I hope so as well," Maggie said with a small smile.

"Mr. Bennet has granted me his permission to visit Miss Elizabeth as often as I see fit and I assume the courtesy is extended to you both as well," said Darcy.

"Then what are we waiting for," said Margaret, leaping to her feet.

"Maggie," the gentlemen said in unison.

She grinned sheepishly. "My apologizes. Sometimes my enthusiasm in uncontainable."

The threesome was soon on their way to Longbourn. The gentlemen stayed but a short time as Lizzy was detained in her bedchamber and Jane would not leave her side for any length of time. Darcy and Bingley were both relieved to here that Elizabeth was quickly improving and would be fully recovered sooner than the doctor had originally suspected. After paying their respects to Mr. Bennet, they were soon on their way.

Maggie, on the other hand, preferred to stay with the Bennets. Her presence was welcome to all members of the family. Elizabeth and Jane both enjoyed her companionship and her tales of Bingley and Darcy from childhood were a pleasant diversion. Mary was thrilled when Maggie expressed admiration for her musical skills. Her family had never served a willing audience for her performances but Maggie was more than willing to listen and offer criticism that never offended. Lydia and Kitty were eager to learn more details of the eminent ball and spent much time questioning Maggie on the preparations that were already underway. Mr. Bennet had only short conversations with the lady, but found her to be a sensible young woman with humor and intelligence. Even Mrs. Bennet found her company enjoyable. Although originally she had viewed Maggie as competition for her own daughters, Mrs. Bennet soon came to see her as a powerful ally in her campaign to wed Jane to Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth to Mr. Darcy. She also saw the orphaned young girl as someone who would gratefully accept her wisdom. With everyone pleased with Maggie's company, a pattern soon developed. Darcy and Bingley would accompany her to Longbourn in the morning and return for her just before supper.

"Does your brother have plans to present you in Town, Miss Bingley?" Mrs. Bennet asked one day as she, Maggie, and Jane sat with Elizabeth in her room.

"Eventually, I suppose. With Charles so happily settled in Hertfordshire, I believe it will be some time before he returns to London," said Maggie.

Elizabeth and Jane shared a happy glance at this piece of news.

"I only ask because there are so few bachelors in the neighborhood. Since you are now entering society, it is time you being to consider finding a husband," said Mrs. Bennet.

"Mama," said Elizabeth.

Maggie only smiled. "Yes, I suppose you are right. However, I have an elder sister who would much prefer it if she were to be married first. I am still young. I have many years to find a groom."

"Are your sisters looking forward to the Ball?" said Jane.

"Louisa is, I believe. She has always loved a party. Caroline, on the other hand, is less enthusiastic. As I said, she is determined to be married before her baby sister and she fears my entrance into society will limit her chances," said Maggie.

"She should not think such things," said Mrs. Bennet. "It is true, you are a beautiful young woman but your sister is quite handsome as well. She should have no trouble finding a suitable match."

"I fear she has never forgiven me for the dowries," Maggie said quietly, almost to herself.

"What dowries?" said Mrs. Bennet.

Maggie blushed. "It is nothing. I should not have mentioned it."

"Nonsense. You are among friends," said Mrs. Bennet.

"Mama, I do not believe she wishes to discuss it," said Elizabeth.

"Hush, Lizzy. No one asked you. Go ahead, Miss Bingley."

"It is only that my sisters and I were each left an equal amount upon our parent's death," Maggie stammered. She was bright red and seemingly mortified at discussing such a matter. "We lost our mother when I was still a baby. My father passed just several years ago. Louisa was engaged at the time and Caroline had already been presented into society. Since I was so young, I was placed in the guardianship of my parent's dearest friends. The Tarringtons have been very kind to me. They have given me an amount equal to that left to me by my parents."

"Making your dowry twice that of your sister's," said Mrs. Bennet.

"Please do not say anything. It would pain her greatly if anyone were to know," Maggie pleaded.

"You can be assured of our secrecy," said Elizabeth, with a pointed look at her mother.

Maggie smiled and the topic of conversation was quickly changed. However, it prayed on Margaret's mind for the rest of the afternoon. When Caroline had learned of the Tarrington's addition to her younger sister's dowry, she had been enraged. Since then the tension in their relationship had only increased. Since Charles had announced his plans to hold a ball in Maggie's honor, Caroline had barely spoken a word to either of them. Secretly, Margaret believed the only reason her sister stayed at Netherfield was that she still hoped to win Mr. Darcy.

These thoughts still plagued her once she had returned to Netherfield. She absentmindedly toyed with her dinner, not noticing that Mr. Hurst was speaking to her until Louisa nudged her in the ribs. "What?"

"Mr. Hurst would like you to pass the potatoes," said Caroline with a sneer.

"I am sorry," said Maggie as she obliged the request. "My mind was elsewhere."

"I see. Well, I suppose I should not be surprised. Considering your company of the last few days it is only natural that your table manners would suffer," said Caroline.

The others were used to Caroline's often bitter comments and continued eating. Only Maggie stopped and stared at her in disbelief. "How can you speak so ill of the Bennets, Caroline? They have been more than kind to us."

"They are coarse and ill-bred. I can not help it if I do not find their company enjoyable," said Caroline.

"Mr. Bennet is a gentlemen," said Maggie.

"And who is Mrs. Bennet?" said Caroline.

Everyone at the table was listening now. All knew they should step in and stop the argument but all lacked the courage to step between the young women.

"Who is our father, Caroline? You may have forgotten that he was in trade but I have not. He was an excellent man, one of the best that ever breathed, but within your way of judging people he would be considered inconsequential," said Maggie.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner! This is my home," said Caroline.

"No, this is our brother's home. You claim the Bennets to be coarse and yet you sit as a guest in your brother's home and mock his friends," said Maggie. She stood and drew herself up to her full height. "Make no mistake, Caroline, they are his friends and they are mine as well. While I do not expect you to enjoy the company of all of my friends, I do expect you to respect me enough not to speak ill of them in my presence. If you feel compelled to continue mocking the Bennets, I suggest you do so within your own bedchamber. Or better still, return to London where I will not have to endure your insufferable superiority!"

With that Maggie turned and stopped from the room, nearly trampling two chambermaids who had been listening at the door. They looked at her fearfully, expecting anger, but the young lady only apologized for barging into them and continued up to her bedchamber. The two young maids scurried away, glad both that they had escaped punishment for eavesdropping and that someone had finally put Caroline Bingley in her place.

In the dining room, all was silent. Caroline looked around the table and sighed. "She is out of control. She will have to be sent back to London."

"I agree," said Louisa.

"I do not," said Bingley.

"Charles, how can you say that? You saw they way she spoke to me," said Caroline.

Darcy stood and cleared his throat. "I should excuse myself. This is a family matter."

"No, Mr. Darcy, please stay," said Caroline. "You have a younger sister yourself and we all value your opinion. Please inform Charles that young ladies need a firm hand."

"I agree that Maggie spoke out of turn, but that is only because I have been too cowardly to confront you myself, Caroline. She was correct in saying that I count the Bennets to be among my friends. To have you constantly speaking ill of them is distasteful to me and to Maggie. There are many among your acquaintances in London whose company I do not particularly enjoy, but out of respect for you I have not made my feelings known. I do not feel it is too much to ask for you to pay me the same courtesy," said Bingley.

"Charles, how can you speak to your own sister so cruelly?" said Louisa.

"Mr. Darcy, surely you agree with me. You yourself have spoken of the Bennet's low connections and poor breeding. They are beneath us and in saying so I only speak the truth," said Caroline.

Darcy sighed. "Yes, Miss Bingley. You are correct. There was a time when I believed as you do. I viewed any connection between the Bennet family and my own as purely reprehensible. However, having spent some time with them over the past few days I can assure you that I was mistaken. The eldest Bennet girls are quite pleasurably company and their father is a man of sense and discernment. While their manners are not as formal as to which I am accustomed, I find their society enjoyable."

"I see," said Caroline, laughing bitterly. "And I am sure this sudden reversal has nothing to do with your admiration for Miss Eliza's fine eyes. I do believe you thought her rather pretty at one time

A hush fell over the table as Darcy's eyes clouded with anger.

"Yes, Miss Bingley, but that was only when I first knew her. It has been some time now since I have considered her to be one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance," said Darcy. "Now, if you will excuse me."

Darcy left the room and was soon followed by the other members of the party, leaving Caroline alone to fret and fume. Mortified by Maggie's accusations, Charles' condemnation, and Mr. Darcy's declaration, she tried to discover what exactly had gone wrong. Could she be responsible for their behavior?

Caroline quickly reasoned that to be impossible. It was the Bennets that were the source of all of her irritation and Miss Elizabeth Bennet in particular. Miss Bingley's eyes narrowed as she pictured Miss Eliza and she swore aloud that she would see her rival suffer.

She did realize, of course, that the chambermaids were still listening.

Part XIII

Posted on Saturday, 10 August 2002

Georgiana Darcy had barely stepped down from her carriage when she was practically knocked off her feet by a blue clad figure with blonde curls. At seeing the excitement of her dearest friend, Georgiana could not help but laugh. "Maggie, please. We are going to fall."

"You can not imagine how glad I am to see you," said Maggie, releasing the other young lady. "Our brothers have been reviewing estate business for the last three days while the rain has kept me a prisoner inside Netherfield. My only companionship is my sisters and neither of them are speaking to me at the moment."

"What did you do now?" said Georgiana.

"I told Caroline what I thought of her snobbery and then made a grand exit," said Maggie.

"You did not!"

"I did and you should not be so surprised. You know better than anyone how I have longed to tell Caroline what I truly think of her. More shocking than my outburst is my brother's support of it. She has not spoken more than a word to either of us since it occurred and I can assure that silence has never been so golden."

"Speaking of brothers, where is mine?" said Georgiana as she ascended the stairs to the front door.

"He is in Meryton, seeing to a legal matter," said Maggie. Actually, he was meeting with Colonel Foster to discuss the Wickham situation, but there was no need for her friend to know that. Since the villain had not been seen since his encounter with Elizabeth, there was no reason for Georgiana to ever know of his presence in Hertfordshire. "We did not expect you until this evening."

"I managed to persuade my coachmen into leaving earlier than we had originally intended. I was most eager to meet the two Miss Bennets that have come to dominate the letters of my brother and my most trusted friend," said Georgiana.

"Georgie, it pains me to admit it, but I believe our brother's bachelor days are short numbered," said Maggie.

Georgiana clapped her hands in excitement. "How wonderful."

"Hush," said Maggie. "Neither of my sisters are aware of the serious nature of their attachments and I believe it would be best to keep it that way. Both are still determined to have you and Charles wed and Caroline would be furious to realize she has lost Mr. Darcy."

"She never had him in the first place," said Georgie.

"Yes, my dear, we know that because we live in the real world. I fear my sister has been separated from reality for many years now," said Maggie.

Having heard voices in the hall, Caroline and Louisa soon joined the two young girls. The elder Bingley sisters' greetings to Miss Darcy were all that were warm and insincere. Georgiana was quickly shown to her room and began to unpack and rest from her journey. Maggie returned to her position out of doors so that she would be able to hear of the meeting with Colonel Foster as soon as the gentlemen returned.

She was not kept waiting long. Darcy and Bingley soon appeared and were not surprised to find her waiting eagerly their arrival. As soon as the horses had been tended to, the gentlemen informed Maggie of the morning's events.

"Wickham has deserted his post," said Bingley.

"He has not been seen since his confrontation with Miss Bennet and his friends claim to be innocent of all knowledge of his devious activities," said Darcy. "Mr. Bennet has agreed to keep the matter quiet for the time being in order to prevent his daughter any further embarrassment and Colonel Foster has promised to deal with Wickham if he is in fact recovered."

"Then it is over," said Maggie.

"I believe so," said Darcy.

"Excellent. Georgiana has already arrived. I have told her nothing of Wickham's being in Hertfordshire," said Maggie.

"Who does she seem?" said Darcy.

"Better than I have seen her for quite some time," said Maggie. "She is in fact very eager to speak to you about a certain Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Bingley groaned. "Is it not enough to have one matchmaking little sister in my home? Now that the two of them are together they shall make life unbearable. When does Colonel Fitzwilliam arrive, Darcy? We will need reinforcements."

"He should be here in time for the ball," said Darcy.

"Not soon enough," said Bingley.

"Why, Charles, I do not know what you are implying," said Maggie, her eyes widening innocently.

"You are a terrible actress," said Darcy.

"How insulting. All I wish if for my brother to be happily settled. Who he chooses as his wife is none of my concern," she said.

"Thank you," said Bingley.

"Of course, I do have an opinion on the issue if you wish to hear it," said Maggie.

"No," the gentlemen said in unison.

"Fine then," Maggie grinned. "I will not be held responsible if you fail to capture Miss Bennet's hand."

"I have no intentions towards Miss Bennet," her brother mumbled.

Darcy laughed. "Bingley, you are all too transparent. It is obvious you admire the lady."

"And I suppose your own eagerness to visit Longbourn can be attributed to Mrs. Bennet's stimulating conversation?" Bingley retorted.

"Gentlemen, please. There is no need to argue," Maggie said in amusement.

"Quite right, darling sister," said Bingley. He saw Margaret's self satisfied expression and sighed. "If I hope to retain my sanity, I will have to marry you off as soon as possible."

"Since I have no intention of marrying anytime in the near future, let's concentrate on the present. I shall run and tell Georgiana you have arrived," said Maggie.

"She is a rare young lady," Darcy said once Maggie had gone.

"I worry sometimes," said Bingley. "She lost her mother at such a young age and our father died when she was still a child. I have done the best I can but Caroline and Louisa have made very little effort to educate her in ladylike pursuits. With her fortune, she can afford not to marry and I fear she will never settle down."

"Bingley, may I speak bluntly without fear of offending? As someone who has also struggled to raise a younger sister?" said Darcy.

"Of course."

"I have known Maggie for sometime now. While it is true that she is high-spirited and independent, I do not feel this characteristics will hinder her chances of making a successful match. She will settle down when she is ready," said Darcy. "You worry that Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst have not been able to shape her into a proper young lady and I tell you that your fears are groundless. Maggie is a finer lady than either of her sisters could ever hope to become."

"You really believe so?" said Bingley.

"Yes, I do," said Darcy.

Bingley smiled in relief. He opened the door to Netherfield and stepped into the hall. "Now, if only our other problems could be solved so easily. Wickham is still at large."

"My men in London are searching for him, if only so that we can be sure he has left the county," said Darcy.

"Do you believe he has left Hertfordshire?" said Bingley.

"I do not know what to believe. He becomes more desperate with every passing day. The George Wickham I knew from childhood would never have attacked Miss Elizabeth Bennet in such a manner. I have the lost ability to predict his actions," said Darcy.

"He is not a stupid man. Surely, he must have realized the danger to himself and fled," said Bingley.

"Possibly," said Darcy.

"Come, let us not discuss such things. We have a guest to welcome," said Bingley, directing his friend into the drawing room.

Only when the door had closed behind the gentlemen did Caroline Bingley step out of the shadows wearing a malicious grin. She was overjoyed to hear her rival was having problems with a local gentlemen though she was furious that Eliza Bennet had managed to involve her brother and Mr. Darcy. Feeling it was her duty to protect those in her family or those would hopefully be joining her family one day soon, Caroline quickly formulated a plan that would rid herself of the irritating Miss Elizabeth.

Part XIV

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

The day that Georgiana Darcy was introduced to the Bennets was one filled with nervous emotion. Miss Darcy, always frightened of meeting new people, barely spoke three words on the journey from Netherfield to Longbourn. Her brother was also silent. He had not seen Elizabeth since he carried her home after her encounter with Wickham and hoped his introduction of his sister would not appear to forward. Elizabeth had received word from Maggie that Miss Darcy had arrived and she was suffering from her own case of nerves. Her feelings for Mr. Darcy were still confusing to her, but she had a clear enough understanding of her heart to know she wished to create a good impression on the gentlemen's family. Jane was eager to meet Miss Darcy as well but she could not seem to shake her apprehensions. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst had told her of their brother's affection for the young lady and Jane could not help but feel threatened. As the two eldest Bennet sisters greeted the group from Netherfield, only Maggie and Mr. Bingley were able to breathe freely. Thankfully, Mrs. Bennet had no been made aware of the young lady's impending visit and had taken her three youngest daughters shopping in Meryton. Mr. Collins was also not at home, having gone to pay a call at Lucas Lodge. Only Mr. Bennet was at home with Elizabeth and Jane and he saw no reason to join the party.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, please allow me to present to you my sister, Georgiana," said Mr. Darcy, gently pushing his sister forward.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Darcy," said Jane.

"Maggie has told us that you are very fond of music and that you play very well," Elizabeth said with a warm smile.

"I do not play very well but I am fond of music," said Georgiana. "I am looking forward to hearing you play. My brother says he has heard nothing that has given him greater pleasure."

Maggie grinned. Her friend was quite the matchmaker, in her own quiet way.

"If you desire to hear me, then you shall. I fear I must warn you though my talents have been grossly exaggerated," said Lizzy. She was quite pleased with Darcy's description of her musical abilities, even if she did not believe it to be correct.

"Mr. Darcy never exaggerates. He always tells the absolute truth," said Maggie.

"Then he is an ideal older brother then," said Jane.

"Yes, I could not imagine a better or a kinder one. Oh, except Mr. Bingley, of course. He has been most kind to me," said Georgiana.

"Well, I have spent so much time at Pemberley over the past few years that you have become another sister to me," said Bingley.

Jane smiled in relief. Mr. Bingley seemed to view Georgiana in the same light that he viewed Maggie and the way he kept gazing at her did much to quell her fears.

The entire party had grown comfortable in one another's company by that point and settled into separate conversations. Bingley engaged Jane's opinion of preparations he was making for the upcoming ball while Elizabeth spoke to Georgiana about the other young lady's of the neighborhood. Darcy would have liked to join them, but knew they were engaging in the business of getting to know one another. Maggie was sticking close by his sister, offering silent support to her shy friend. Darcy sighed and focused his attention on Bingley and the eldest Miss Bennet. Their quiet affection for one another was most heartwarming.

"The piano at Netherfield is beautiful, but it is nothing to the instrument at Pemberley," Maggie was saying. "Mr. Darcy recently purchased it in Italy for Georgiana."

"It is a beautiful instrument. I do not deserve it," said Georgiana.

"Oh, I am sure you do. Your brother thinks you do and as you know, he is never wrong," said Elizabeth.

"He is a very kind man. Sometimes, I believe he is a little to kind to me," said Georgiana.

"That is impossible, Georgie," said Maggie.

"You make me quite envious. I have no brothers at all, only four sisters," said Lizzy.

"I should have liked to have a sister," said Georgiana.

Without realizing it, both young ladies turned to look at Mr. Darcy. The gentlemen felt their gazes upon him and saw them both staring. His eyebrows raised questioningly and both ladies looked away, their cheeks growing hot. Maggie watched the scene in amusement, having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Because you are such an excellent friend, Georgie," she said, hoping to relieve the tension of the moment. "I will allow you to adopt one of my sisters. Take both of them if you wish. I believe I would be able to bear the depravation."

Elizabeth laughed. "Having a sister is often difficult. Jane is my closest friend in the world and she is very dear to me. However, I have three younger sisters and I fear we are not as close."

"It is unfortunate that we are not able to choose our siblings," Maggie said thoughtfully.

"If I had to choose a sister, I would like her to be older," said Georgiana.

"She would have to be beautiful," said Maggie.

"And intelligent. I should like to be able to discuss books and music," said Georgiana.

"I would like someone who is gentle and understanding," said Maggie.

"Someone with wit and vivacity. Pemberley is often so quiet," said Georgiana.

"Someone who always saw the best in everyone," said Maggie.

"Someone who loved to laugh," said Georgiana.

Elizabeth knew not what to say. The girls were smiling at her knowingly and she suspected they had been describing herself and her sister. Could they be implying that Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley meant to make she and Jane each an offer of marriage? Elizabeth felt lightheaded. Did she want to be Georgiana Darcy's sister?

Yes. Miss Darcy seemed to be a pleasurable young lady but even if she another Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth would have wanted to join her family. Since the day Mr. Darcy had carried her home in arms, she had been able to think of nothing else. She had always thought him to be handsome but since her stay at Netherfield she had come to realize him to be a gentlemen of sense and discernment. He had no improper proud. In actuality, he was perfectly amiable. Elizabeth had seen proof that Mr. Darcy was a loving brother and an excellent friend. She could not fathom how such a man, the richest in all of Derbyshire, would wish to marry her. He could have any woman in all of England. Why would he desire for her to be his bride?

"Because she is different than any woman he has ever known," Maggie said at that moment, pulling Elizabeth away from her thoughts. "Lizzy, I know that you must agree with me on this subject."

"Excuse me," said Lizzy, embarrassed to have been caught neglecting her guests.

"I was telling Georgiana of our conversation concerning Master Shakespeare and that of course lead to a discussion of various characters," said Maggie. She had noticed her friend's distraction, but, having guessed the source, she did not take offense.

"Maggie believes that the attraction between Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing exists because Beatrice is so impertinent," said Georgiana.

"She is not impertinent. She is just strong willed. A true gentleman does not want a wife who will simper all over him and agree with every word he says, no matter how ridiculous. He wants a lady he can respect," said Maggie.

"And where did you gain such an understanding of the male character?" Elizabeth laughed.

Maggie shrugged sheepishly. "I do not claim to understand to hold a total understanding of the male character. I just observe what I see around me."

"Maggie, I can not believe the things you say. You know as well as I do that there are many gentlemen of our acquaintance that would be horrified if their wives spoke against them," said Georgiana.

"You are correct, Georgie. However, this are not the type of gentlemen that you nor I nor Elizabeth should concern ourselves with," said Maggie.

"I am glad that has been decided for us," said Elizabeth.

"You do not agree with me?" said Maggie.

"Of course I agree with you. I have always said that only the deepest love and understanding would induce me into matrimony and I do not believe such conditions could exist if I were not allowed to speak my mind," said Lizzy.

"I wish I had the courage to speak my mind," said Georgiana with a small sigh.

"Do not fret. One day we will all find our perfect match and everything will fall into place," said Maggie. She patted Georgiana on the arm and then grinned devilishly at Elizabeth. "Even if they believe us to be only tolerable in the beginning."

"Hopefully you are right," said Lizzy, determined to ignore the teasing.

As Maggie and Georgiana giggled, Elizabeth felt her gaze being pulled towards Mr. Darcy. Once again, he was staring in her direction and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes," she repeated under her breath. "Hopefully you are right."

Part XV

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

In a pub in Meryton that the respectable ladies and gentlemen of the area carefully avoided, a lone man sat in the corner and nursed his drink. He watched the door nervously, ready to run if a familiar face should appear. When the door finally did open and the women he had been waiting for stepped inside, Wickham breathed a sigh of relief. Living the life of a fugitive did not agree with him.

"You might have picked another meeting place," said Miss Bingley as Wickham helped her into a chair across from me.

"Unfortunately, due to a unfortunate misunderstanding, I am currently unable to show my face in public," said Wickham.

Caroline gestured around towards the other patrons. "This is public."

"Ah, yes, but these men are wanted for worse crimes than the one I am accused of," said Wickham. "Now, how may I help you Miss Bingley? Your note said you would make donating the use of my services quite worth my while."

"You are familiar with Miss Elizabeth Bennet," said Miss Bingley.

"I know the lady," Wickham said carefully.

"I am aware that it is your acquaintance with this young lady that has lead to your present situation. I here to inform you that you are not the only one she has wronged. Currently, Miss Eliza is meddling with the man that I intend to marry," said Miss Bingley.

"I am sorry for your heartache, Miss Bingley, but I am unsure of what I may about it," said Wickham.

Caroline sighed. "I want you to take Miss Elizabeth away from Hertfordshire. Remove her from the neighborhood and Mr. Darcy will be able to escape her clutches."

"Mr. Darcy?" Wickham repeated joyously. "Miss Bennet has captured Mr. Darcy's affections?"

"He has fallen under her spell," Miss Bingley said stiffly.

"Are they engaged?" said Wickham.

"No," Caroline said, suddenly furious. "And they will never be so. Mr. Darcy is suffering from a momentary lapse in judgment. Once Elizabeth Bennet is removed, he will realize the true object of his affections."

Seeing how anger twisted her features, Mr. Wickham seriously doubted that Darcy would ever feel affection for the woman sitting before him. That was not important. The romantic notions of Caroline Bingley were of no interest to him. However, as a man who had long dreamed of the day when he would be able avenge himself on Mr. Darcy, he had been presented with an interesting proposition. And he was to be paid for it!

"Tell me what you wish me to do," he said.

Part XVI

Posted on Tuesday, 13 August 2002

Darcy's fears that his sister's shyness would keep her days at Netherfield spent in solitary amusements was soon proved groundless. The attachment between Georgiana and the two eldest Bennet sisters grew quickly under Maggie's watchful eye. In truth, Miss Darcy had always been slightly frightened of other young ladies. Her friend Margaret's company was delightful but the other woman of her acquaintance were often catty and cruel. Jane's sweet temperament and Lizzy's easy humor endeared them to Georgiana and soon her wish for them to be married to Mr. Bingley and her brother was as strong as Maggie's.

This newfound friendship supplied the aforementioned gentlemen with yet another reason to visit Longbourn as often as they liked, which was nearly every day. They greatly enjoyed being in the company of their sisters and the elder Miss Bennets and were completely innocent to the fact that their behavior was causing a great deal of frustration.

"My brother was in Jane Bennet's company all evening," Maggie sighed to Georgiana one night. "And yet he did not do so much as take her hand. By this rate, I will be an old maid before he ever proposes."

"At least your brother spoke. Mine just sits there, staring at Lizzy as though he were trying to memorize her features. At one point during dinner I was tempted to check and make sure he had not somehow managed to swallow his tongue," said Georgie.

"They are impossible," said Maggie.

"Indeed they are," said Georgie.

"Without our encouragement, I doubt the courtship would have been progressed to this point. Knowing my brother's humble nature, he probably would have become convinced of Jane's indifference and fled," said Maggie.

"That could never happen," said Georgie.

"I believe it would have and your brother's situations would have been worse. You know that Elizabeth thought him to be very proud and disagreeable when they were first introduced," said Maggie.

Georgiana giggled. "Deservedly so, from what I hear."

"Can you imagine her reaction if he had attempted to court her if he had not began acting in a more gentlemanlike manner?" said Maggie.

"He would have been the last man on Earth she would have ever married," said Georgie.

"They would be nowhere without our help," said Maggie.

"They are lucky to have two such sisters," said Georgie.

The days before the ball passed quickly and pleasantly for Jane and Elizabeth. They reveled in the attention from their two gentlemen and delighted in their new friendships. Lizzy noticed that even Caroline Bingley seemed cheerful. Though they were rarely in one another's company, Miss Bingley was always gracious. Having so many thoughts to occupy her mind as of late, Elizabeth hardly gave the matter at thought at all.

Though perhaps it would have been better if she had.

Soon the day of the ball arrived and Netherfield Hall was in chaos. The regular servants, in addition to the ones that had been specially hired for the event by Mr. Bingley, were all rushing around madly, seeing to last minute preparations. The ladies of the house had retired upstairs just after lunch to allow themselves enough time to complete their toilets while the gentlemen sought sanctuary in the library. As usual, Mr. Hurst was soon sound asleep, leaving Darcy and Bingley a few moments for private conversation.

Darcy was exceedingly nervous. He was unaccustomed to such feelings of anticipation before a social event, but this night was to be different. He carried in his pocket a small jewelry box that had arrived only yesterday from London. His intention was to ask Miss Elizabeth Bennet to be his wife. Unsure of the lady's affections as he was, he could not stand to wait another moment before declaring his feelings. He had no way of knowing that Lizzy was eagerly awaiting his addresses or that his sister and Maggie would be only slightly less joyful upon hearing the news.

"Do stop pacing, Darcy. You are making me a wreck," said Bingley, who carried a ring box of his own.

"Am I pacing?" Darcy said in surprise.

"You've almost worn a hole through my carpet," said Bingley.

"My apologies."

Bingley only smiled. He could guess the source of his friend's discomfort and was about to confess his own plans for the evening when the door opened and Colonel Fitzwilliam was announced.

"Fitzwilliam, I feared you were not coming," said Darcy.

"I would have arrived yesterday if a broken carriage wheel had not kept me detained," said Fitzwilliam. "Bingley, this is a grand estate."

"It is nothing to Pemberley, I know, but you are most welcome here," said Bingley.

"Are the ladies of the house present? Or are they busy preparing for the night's festivities," said Fitzwilliam.

"They have been preparing for hours. I do not know what they do to occupy themselves for so long but I have learned not to complain," said Bingley.

"I heard Georgiana and Maggie in the hall earlier, discussing hair ribbons," Darcy said, obviously mystified.

"As long as the results are lovely, than the effort is well worth it," said Fitzwilliam.

Bingley laughed. "So then you notice lovely ladies then? I had thought you were a confirmed bachelor."

"There is no harm in looking," said Fitzwilliam.

"Be warned, Cousin, that there will be many ladies present this evening and the second son of an Earl will be considered quite a prize," said Darcy.

"My sister may be the most determined of the husband hunters," said Bingley.

"I have met Miss Bingley before and my charms seemed to have no effect, at least not when Darcy was in the room," said Fitzwilliam. "Unless it is your youngest sister to which you are referring. Should I be wary of her as well?"

Darcy grinned. "Of Maggie? I should say not. She is but seventeen and lacks the claws and fangs of many society ladies."

"She is young and naive then?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Young, yes, but not naive," said Darcy.

"And what of the famous Miss Bennets that I have heard so much of?" said Fitzwilliam. "Georgiana writes me that the eldest two are beautiful, obliging young ladies. Will they be attending this evening?"

"Yes," said Darcy, glaring at his cousin.

"They will be there," said Bingley, attempting to copy his friend's intimidating stare.

Fitzwilliam laughed. "Am I to suppose by your ferocious scowls that these young ladies are spoken for?"

Neither gentleman responded.

"Well, then, I suppose I should go to my room and begin my own preparations. I will want to look my best when the Miss Bennets arrive," said Fitzwilliam.

Bingley stared after him in horror. "Do you believe he intends to pursue Miss Bennet?"

"He is only teasing," said Darcy, sounding less than sure of himself.

"You were right, you know. He would be considered a catch," said Bingley.

"Bingley, calm down. Richard would never do such a thing," said Darcy.

"You're right," said Bingley. "Still, he will not be the only gentlemen there this evening. The guest list is quite enormous."

"Perhaps we should act quickly then," Darcy said thoughtfully.

Bingley stared at him in surprise. "Act quickly? Do you have something planned for this evening then?"

"Do you?"

They stared at one another for a moment, then both smiled.

"Imagine it. After all of Caroline's careful planning, we are to be brothers anyway. Just not the way she had imagined it," said Bingley.

"I believe you are getting a little ahead of yourself," said Darcy.

"I know, I know. Apparently Maggie is not the only one in the family who tends to get overexcited," said Bingley with a wide smile.

No longer concerned with keeping their plans a secret, neither gentleman could hide his happiness at the thought of gaining the hand of his beloved. Shortly later, as they each retired to their chambers to begin dressing, both believed all was right with the world.

Neither could have imagined that the night would end in tears.

Part XVII

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

For a moment, Darcy was unsure if he would be able to breathe.

He had been waiting with Charles, Caroline, and Louisa, smiling politely as each guest arrived. Georgiana was above the stairs with Maggie, who would be descending later. Darcy was eager for Elizabeth to arrive and just as he was beginning to believe the anticipation would in fact kill him, she stepped through the door. A vision in ivory, she was, in his opinion, by far the most beautiful woman in the room. Perhaps in all the world.

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said with a teasing smile.

"Miss Elizabeth," he managed to reply.

"Are you well this evening? You look most uncomfortable," said Lizzy.

"I am very well, I assure," said Darcy, extending his arm to her. "May I escort you in?"

The electricity that was created when they touched was felt by both. Suddenly, the world seemed to fade away. Darcy had but a dim perception of Bingley leaving the receiving to accompany Jane into the ballroom. Lizzy could hear her mother giving last words of advice, but her voice sounded as if it were coming from very far away. Her entire body seemed in tune with Mr. Darcy's, causing her to shiver with delight.

"Are you cold?" Darcy asked in concern.

Elizabeth looked up into his brown eyes and it was at that moment that she knew. She loved him, totally and completely. If he were to leave Hertfordshire the next day and never return, her heart would still be his until the day she died.

"No, but thank you," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Quite sure," said Elizabeth.

"Darcy!" cried Colonel Fitzwilliam. He had just noticed his cousin and if the lady on his arm was Miss Elizabeth Bennet than he could understand the man's earlier jealousy. "I had just been wondering where you had disappeared to."

"I was waiting to escort Miss Bennet into the ball," said Darcy.

He unconsciously pulled Elizabeth closer towards him as he spoke and the gesture warmed her heart. "Yes, sir, I am afraid that I am responsible for Mr. Darcy's tardiness."

"You seem to be well worth the wait, my fair lady," Fitzwilliam said gallantly.

"Fitzwilliam, I would like you to meet Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn," Darcy said, sounding rather tense. "Miss Bennet, please allow me to present my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," said Lizzy.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well. My cousins have both written of you in their letters and I confess I arrived eager to make your acquaintance," said Fitzwilliam.

Elizabeth smiled. The Colonel appeared to be an open, amiable gentlemen. Unlike Mr. Wickham, his flattery was sincere and well intentioned. "You are too kind, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"I believe Bingley wishes to address the company before the dancing begins," said Darcy. Although it pleased him that other members of his family seemed to share his high opinion of Elizabeth, he did not wish for his cousin to monopolize her attentions.

Colonel Fitzwilliam bid them farewell for the moment and watched in amusement as Darcy steered Elizabeth away. Only a short time ago he would have thought it impossible, but it seemed his cousin had been snared. The lady was lovely to be sure and her manners were quite pleasing but as a dedicated bachelor the Colonel believed he would have been able to resist her charms. He was glad for Darcy, for the pair seemed well suited, but that happiness did not extend far enough to wish the same situation upon himself. Moving towards the front of the crowd, Fitzwilliam watched as Bingley separated himself from a beautiful blonde haired creature, no doubt the other Miss Bennet, and moved to address the assembly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began with a wide smile. "I would like to welcome you all to Netherfield. Your attendance this evening is most appreciated, not only by me but by my sisters as well. As you all know, tonight is the night that my youngest sister, Miss Margaret Bingley joins society and I can only hope that she feels as welcome here as I have felt since arriving in Hertfordshire."

"Rather long winded isn't he?" Maggie whispered to Georgie at the top of the stairs where the waited for their entrance cue.

"He is proud of you," said Georgiana.

"I know," said Maggie. She tugged at her blue gown and sighed. "I look like a monstrosity in this dress. I should have worn the other one."

"You look beautiful," Georgie said truthfully.

"Next to you, I appear as if I belong in the kennels with the other hounds," said Maggie.

Georgiana giggled. "I have never seen this side of you before. I do believe you are afraid to go downstairs."

"I am not afraid of anything," Maggie declared.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am most certainly am not!"

"Then why are your knees shaking?" said Georgiana.

Maggie's eyes narrowed and she quickly began to descend the stairs, without waiting for her brother to announce her. Georgiana followed with a smile on her face. Margaret was her dearest friend in the world and Georgie was not about to allow an unfortunately timed case of stage fright to ruin her friend's introduction. She caught Bingley's eye as they neared the bottom and signaled that Maggie was en route.

"Miss Margaret Bingley," said Bingley, beaming at his baby sister.

Colonel Fitzwilliam, who in truth had been daydreaming during most of Bingley's speech, was surprised to discover it had ended. The attention of everyone in the room had suddenly become focused in another direction to examine the lady of the hour. Having seen the two elder Bingley sisters, Fitzwilliam was in no hurry to examine the youngest of the family. Still, he was a guest and it would not do to appear uninterested. He peered through the crowd, searching for a glimpse of the young lady, when the people parted in front of him and he was given an unobstructed view. Maggie happened to be looking in his direction and Colonel Fitzwilliam found himself staring into the bluest eyes he had ever beheld.

"Oh my Lord," Maggie gasped.

"What's wrong?" Georgiana whispered.

"That's him," said Maggie.

"That's who?"

"That's the man I am going to marry."

In an instant, Colonel Fitzwilliam was standing before her, gazing at her intensely. "Dance with me."

"I do not even know your name," Maggie stammered.

"Oh, I am sorry," said Georgiana. "Maggie, this is my cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam. Richard, this is Miss..."

"Dance with me," Fitzwilliam commanded again, not even noticing that he had interrupted his cousin.

"Yes," said Maggie.

The music began and there were three ladies among the crowd that were especially glad that the orchestra had selected a waltz. Mr. Bennet stood on the edge of the dance floor and, as was his customs, observed the goings on around him. It pleased him greatly to see Jane and Bingley gazing at one another with love and affection and even greater still to see the devotion etched in Darcy's face. His little Lizzy was growing up and seemed to have found a man who was worth of her.

Adding to his enjoyment of the evening was seeing Margaret dancing with a handsome stranger. Although Mr. Bennet was not acquainted with Colonel Fitzwilliam and had not yet been approached by Bingley or Darcy for consent, it was obvious to the older gentlemen that two proposals were eminent and another one would follow shortly behind.

"Miss Maggie seems to have captured herself a handsome gentleman."

Mr. Bennet turned and saw his wife standing beside him. "It is unfortunate you did not lay eyes upon him first or you could have claimed him for one of your own daughters."

"Even if I had, I do not believe it would have made a bit of difference," said Mrs. Bennet. "Miss Maggie is a beautiful girl and she has been most kind to our family. What kind of a woman would I be I would begrudge her a bit of joy of her own?"

Staring in amazement, Mr. Bennet caught a glimpse of someone he had not seen for many years. In the woman standing before him, he recognized the girl he had married so many years before. "You are a rare lady, Mrs. Bennet."

"Besides, once Jane and Lizzy are married, I shall not have to worry about the other girls. They will be placed in the path of other rich men, you see."

Mr. Bennet only smiled. His wife's rambling were amusing to him, as always. After all, what do we live for except to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Part XVIII

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

Caroline Bingley was seething.

The ball had proved to be almost more than it was possible for her to bare. She despised the company of those around her, these country people who consider themselves so grand. Watching her brother's inability to separate himself from Jane Bennet was insupportable as well. In Caroline's opinion, Charles should be aware enough of his responsibility to his family to keep him from falling for some impoverished young woman with no connections to speak of. Louisa was no help, she seemed to have come to the conclusion that a marriage was inevitable. It was infuriating.

The fact that everyone had gathered to celebrate Maggie's coming out did not improve her mood. Caroline had always been envious of her baby sister. Maggie's beauty and fortune gave her a distinct advantage in society and her easy friendliness had always made her a favorite among any circle. While Caroline had struggled for years to gain Mr. Darcy's attention, her sister had almost effortlessly managed to gain intimacy with Georgiana and her brother. Now, Maggie had captivated the son of an Earl. He was the second son to be sure, but his connections were extremely impressive.

All of this she would have been able to tolerate if not for Elizabeth Bennet. She had been monopolizing Mr. Darcy since her arrival. The thought of that upstart becoming the Mistress of Pemberley was nauseating to Caroline. Only the secret knowledge of what was to befall Miss Eliza later that evening allowed her to maintain her facade of politeness. Noticing the time, Caroline was relieved when it was finally time to sneak off to her chamber to begin the necessary preparations.

In truth, her absence went unnoticed by those she was scrutinizing so carefully.

Although Bingley, Darcy, and Fitzwilliam would have preferred to keep their ladies to themselves for the remainder of the evening, the rules of decorum dictated that they switch partners on occasion. As Caroline departed from the ball room, the three gentlemen were standing together by the refreshments, scowling in the direction of the officers who had dared to engage the hands of Jane, Elizabeth, and Maggie. Both Darcy and Bingley nervousness had reached epic proportions as neither of them had yet figured out a way to propose. Of course, it should be said, that their apprehension did not stop them from returning the Colonel's earlier teasing.

"Forever a bachelor, eh?" said Darcy.

"Things change," said Fitzwilliam.

"And quickly, it would appear," said Bingley. "You have only known my sister for a few hours and I have never seen a man so enamored."

"Look in a mirror," Fitzwilliam muttered.

Bingley and Darcy both laughed and Fitzwilliam was surprised to realize he did not care. Maggie was beautiful to be sure and that alone would have made dancing with her a pleasure. However, there was something more to his attraction. It was her laugh, her easygoing nature, the way she teased him. She was intelligent and witty and Fitzwilliam had found those characteristics to be in short supply among many of the ladies of his acquaintance. When Maggie smiled up at him, he knew he would move the world for her if she would ask. He also knew that he would stop at nothing to make her his.

Although they were each pleasant to their dance partner, the ladies thoughts were not much different from that of the gentlemen. Jane kept casting furtive glances in Mr. Bingley's direction. Lizzy appeared to be listening to her partner's recollections of his childhood but in truth her eyes were locked on Mr. Darcy. As their eyes met across the dance floor, she found she could no longer remember the steps. Maggie's mind was whirling madly as she nodded her head in response to something her own partner had said. She had never believed in love at first sight. She had always believed it to be utter nonsense invented by romance novelists. Now, however, her opinion was quite different. She knew in her heart that she loved Colonel Fitzwilliam and would follow him to the ends of the earth.

Mercifully for the three couples, the dance soon ended. Summoning all of his courage, Darcy separated himself from the other gentlemen and made his way to Elizabeth's side. "Miss Bennet, if I may speak with you."

"Of course, sir," said Lizzy, her heart beating wildly.

"It is rather warm in here. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the library for a moment?" said Darcy.

Lizzy nodded and allowed herself to be lead out of the room and towards the library. She knew it was most improper to go somewhere alone with Mr. Darcy but her heart decreed that she would go with him, no matter where he took her. He was by far the best man she had ever known and she knew he would never attempt to take advantage of her.

Once they reached the library, Elizabeth sat herself on a sofa and watched in amusement as Darcy paced back and forth across the room. He appeared to be a state of great agitation and when he finally turned to her, his eyes were almost wild. "In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Elizabeth could say nothing as her heart swelled with joy.

"Almost from the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have felt for you a passionate admiration and regard. I ask you, no, I beg you to relieve my sufferings and consent to be my wife," said Darcy, kneeling before her.

"You have stated your feelings most eloquently, sir," Elizabeth said quietly. "And before I answer, I must be granted the opportunity to speak my own."

"Of course," said Darcy, as a sliver of fear pierced his heart.

"I am sure you are aware that there are many women who would give anything to trade places with me at this moment. Your wealth and connections make you a very eligible match for any young lady out to marry for purely mercenary reasons. However, I promised myself long ago that I would only marry for love. I have seen what becomes of a marriage when the couple do not respect or admire one another," said Elizabeth. "If we were to marry, I would not wish you to doubt my reasons for entering into such a union. I love you, Mr. Darcy. I wish for nothing in my life except to be your wife."

If Lizzy had been able to meet his eye, she would have seen how much an expression of heartfelt delight became him.

"Dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth," he whispered.

Delicately, he placed his fingers under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. The joy he saw in her face matched his own and made it quite impossible for him to keep from placing a kiss on lips.

"I have dreamed about this," said Lizzy.

"As have I," said Darcy, placing some distance between himself and his fiancé. "You have made me the happiest of men."

Elizabeth laughed. "Since you have made me the happiest of women, I suppose that is an even trade."

"Now, I must go to your father before Bingley beats me to it," said Darcy.

Although he wished to never part from her side again, Darcy left the library in search of Mr. Bennet. Elizabeth sat alone in the library, in no hurry to join the others. She was so very happy at that moment that she believed nothing in the world could affect her joy.

Part XIX

Posted on Thursday, 15 August 2002

Caroline smiled and examined her handiwork. The writing was not an exact watch for Mr. Darcy's, but she doubted that Elizabeth would notice. Before folding the letter careful, she could not help but read it one last time.

Darling,

Meet me in the rose garden at 11:00. Tell no one for I have a surprise for you.

Love, Fitzwilliam

There was no doubt in Caroline's mind that Eliza would take the bait. She would arrive in the garden, expecting to find Mr. Darcy waiting for her but would find Wickham instead. Wickham would keep her hidden away until Darcy had come to his senses and realized that Miss Bennet was beneath his notice. No harm would come to the young lady. Caroline fully intended to see that she was returned to her family once Darcy was released from his spell. Once Darcy was free, Charles would no doubt realize the foolishness of his choice. The entire party could then leave for London and life would return to normal.

Again noticing the time, Miss Bingley made her way back downstairs. She quickly surveyed the servants who were rushing about to ensure things were running smoothly and spotted a young woman standing alone. She seemed surprised when Caroline approached her.

"Yes, miss?" said the young woman, curtseying quickly.

"I need you to deliver this for me to Miss Elizabeth Bennet for me and be sure that no one sees you," said Caroline. Without waiting for a response, she turned and entered the kitchen to make sure that dinner would be served on time.

It does not speak well of Caroline's housekeeping abilities that she approached a servant who had been hired only for the ball. Sarah Dickens was new to Hertfordshire. The Netherfield party and the guests in attendance that evening were strangers to her. She had no clue as to the identity of Miss Elizabeth Bennet had lost the opportunity to ask her mistress.

Sarah went in search of someone to aide her in her quest and quickly found a group of women who were preparing the dinner tables. "Excuse me?"

"Yes, what it is?" one of them said irritably.

"I was wondering if you would happen to know where I could find Miss Elizabeth Bennet," said Sarah.

"My guess would be in the ballroom," said another woman.

"Could you perhaps show her to me?" said Sarah.

"We don't have time for that now," said the first woman.

"It is important that I find her," said Sarah.

A woman with curly brown hair and kind eyes took pity on her. "Miss Elizabeth will be the pretty young thing with Mr. Darcy. They're inseparable these days."

Sarah sighed with relief. She knew Mr. Darcy. One of the kitchen maids had pointed him out earlier in the afternoon. It would be easy to find such a handsome man, even in a crowd. She would be able to complete Miss Bingley's request.

The ballroom was extremely crowded and it took Sarah a bit of time to locate Mr. Darcy. When she did, however, she was not disappointed. He was indeed engaged in conversation with a beautiful young lady with a warm smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sarah watched them closely and when the at least separated, she carefully approached her.

"Miss?" Sarah said timidly.

"Yes?" the young lady said kindly.

"I was told to give this to you," said Sarah, thrusting the letter into the lady's hands.

"Thank you."

Sarah bowed briefly and then fled back to the other servants. She was glad to have completed her task so quickly and unobserved by the other guests. She needed work and was hoping that the Bingleys would offer to employ her full time.

Back in the ballroom, the lady opened Sarah's delivered missive and read it quickly. A warm blush spread across her cheeks as did a smile that she could not contain. She was delighted with what she hoped would be the first of many love letters and eager to meet the gentleman who had written it. Without a word to anyone, she slipped out of the room and made her way out of the house unseen.

It was a warm night for November and the full moon only added to the romantic atmosphere. The air was heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and she sighed contentedly. She was blissfully happy and while she waited for her gentleman to arrive, she entertained herself with daydreams of their future together. These imaginings were so pleasant that she failed to hear the sound of approaching footsteps. In fact, she was not aware of the fact that she was no longer alone until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Smiling, she turned, expecting to see a pair of loving eyes staring down at her. Instead, what she saw made her gasp. She opened her mouth to scream but suddenly pain exploded in her skull. Dizzy and disoriented, she collapsed to the ground as the world faded to black.

Half an hour passed. Caroline spent the time giving pointless instructions to the cook and carefully hiding her glee. When she returned to her guests to announce that supper was served, her rival for Mr. Darcy's affection would be gone. She would affect worry and concern, impressing Darcy with her compassion. Soon he would realize the truth concerning his feelings for her. Caroline Bingley would be the Mistress of Pemberley.

Mentally rehearsing her reaction to the news of Eliza's disappearance, Caroline returned to the ballroom. People were milling around happily, unaware of what had occurred. It gave her a sense of power over them to realize that she had outsmarted them all.

"Caroline, you seem well pleased with yourself," said Bingley as he approached her.

"Everything has gone according to plan," she said.

"I am so glad. I wanted this evening to be perfect and so far it has been exactly that," said Bingley, smiling widely. "Congratulations are in order, Caroline. I have proposed to Jane Bennet and she has accepted me."

It was a blow, but she recovered quickly. Let Charles marry his country upstart as long as she could have Mr. Darcy. "That is wonderful. I wish you and she all the joy in the world."

"I believe we shall have it," said Bingley.

"And where is my future sister? I wish to congratulate her as well," said Miss Bingely.

"Here is your opportunity for here she comes," said Bingley.

Caroline looked up with a fake smile for Jane but it quickly faded when she saw who accompanied her. Standing with Jane Bennet was no other than Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

"Miss Eliza," Caroline stammered.

"Caroline, what is wrong?" said Bingley.

"Are you well?" said Jane.

Panic threatened to overtake Caroline. It was after eleven and Elizabeth Bennet was still standing at Mr. Darcy's side. Something must have gone wrong. Where was Wickham? What had happened to her note? Did they know of what she had planned?

"I must sit down," said Caroline.

"Let me get you a glass of wine," said Darcy.

"William," cried Georgiana as she rushed up to her brother, followed closely by Colonel Fitzwilliam. "I need to speak with you."

"Not now, Georgie. Miss Bingley is ill," said Darcy.

"Cousin, it is urgent," said Colonel Fitzwilliam.

"What's wrong?" said Elizabeth, recognizing the near panic in his voice.

"We can not find Maggie," said Georgiana.

"What do you mean you can not find her?" said Bingley.

"No one has seen her in more than half an hour," said Fitzwilliam. "We've looked everywhere and there is not a trace of her. It is as if she was simply disappeared."

"Miss Bingley!" Jane cried.

Caroline had fainted dead away.

Part XX

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

Maggie awoke slowly. Her head ached and her body was sore from sleeping on the ground for so long. She looked around in confusion at her surroundings, trying to remember where she was. The small room was tattered and dirty and smelled rather unpleasant. Maggie reviewed the events of the previous night in her mind, trying to recall how she had come to wind up in such a dreadful place.

The door opened just then and the answer to her pondering stepped inside. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes."

Suddenly everything came rushing back to her. The maid delivering the note from Colonel Fitzwilliam and her rushing out to the rose garden to meet him. Wickham's arrival and the blow to her head that was causing her present pain. Maggie tried to rise but was only able to reach her knees before dizziness caused her to return to the floor.

"Please, don't get up," Wickham said with a laugh. He poured a glass of water from a nearby pitcher and offered it to her. "I must say, I was quite surprised when I came across you in the garden last night. You were not who I was expecting."

"I am sorry to have disappointed you," Maggie said bitterly.

He laughed. "It wasn't a disappointment, I assure you. Miss Elizabeth would have been a fair prize but I believe I will fetch an even bigger price for you."

"Miss Elizabeth?" Maggie repeated.

"You have many admirers, Maggie," said Wickham, ignoring her confusion. "They spent most of last night and all of this morning searching for you. They will never think to look here, of course. This is the last place they would expect to find us."

"Why are you doing this?" said Maggie.

"Money, of course. Your brother will pay dearly for your return. Mr. Darcy will be equally eager to rescue his sister's dearest friend and let us not forget the Colonel. All of Hertfordshire is talking of his heartbreak at losing you. Well done, my dear. To have captured the son of an Earl in so short a time is an accomplishment indeed," said Wickham.

Again, Maggie attempted to get to her feet but fell short of her goal. In addition to her throbbing head, she was beginning to feel weak and feverish. "I need a doctor."

"There will be time enough for that once the ransom is paid," said Wickham.

"There will be no ransom if I die," said Maggie.

"Do not be so dramatic. They say that only the good die young and I believe that is quite too true. You are far too stubborn to succumb to a little bump on the head," said Wickham.

"Do you really believe they will pay the ransom and leave you be," said Maggie, suddenly furious. "You have angered powerful people, Wickham. They will not rest until you are punished for what you have done."

"I would not be so sure of that," he said.

"Then you are a fool," said Maggie.

The blow came so quickly that Maggie had no time to prepare herself. Pain exploded behind her eye and her vision grayed as the world swam out of focus. As she tried to steady herself, she delicately touched the offended area of her face and winced. Her eye would surely blacken.

"It is you who are the fool," Wickham growled. "Has it never occurred to you to wonder how I knew to be at Netherfield last night just as you stepped outside?"

"The letter," Maggie said softly.

"Bravo," he said.

"You said you had planned on finding Elizabeth last night. The letter was for her, not for me. She was supposed to believe it was from Mr. Darcy," she said.

"You are quite the thinker when you want to be," said Wickham.

"But you could not have written it," said Maggie. "If you had entered the house, even to give it to one of the servants, you surely would have been seen."

"Right again," said Wickham.

"Then who?"

"Think," he said. "Who wanted Miss Elizabeth out of the way? Who hated her enough to risk everything to rid themselves of her?"

"No one," said Maggie.

"Really, Maggie, surely you can not be that blind to the faults of your sister," Wickham said with a malicious grin.

She paled. "No."

"Yes."

"You lie," she cried.

"I am afraid this time I tell the truth," said Wickham.

"She would never do such a thing," said Maggie, sighing dejectedly. Despite her protestations, she knew he was speaking the truth. Caroline's behavior since arriving in Hertfordshire had become erratic and disturbing. Having spent her life on the receiving end of her sister's temper, Maggie knew more than anyone what Caroline was capable of. "And even if what you say is true, then you have even more reason to fear. Now that she knows that I was taken instead of Elizabeth, she will confess everything and you will be found."

"You have been missing for more than twelve hours now and she has told no one," said Wickham.

"But that is impossible! Caroline is my sister and no matter what her feelings of Elizabeth she would not wish harm to come to me," Maggie said sarcastically.

"Amazing. Even after learning what she has done, you still think her to be a woman of principle. I, on the other hand, perfectly comprehend Miss Bingley's behavior. We seem to be cut from a similar cloth," said Wickham.

"If you are such an expert on my sister, then perhaps you would be kind enough to explain her to me," Maggie said.

"If your sister were to admit that she had been instrumental in your abduction, what would be the results? Her brother and sister would turn against her, leaving her with no family. Her chances of finding a suitable husband would plummet from minimal to nonexistent. The Darcys would hate her and am I sure Colonel Fitzwilliam would have to be physically restrained from throwing her in the stocks. Miss Bingley would be ruined. She knows you will be returned eventually, once I have received my money. Why risk everything only to expedite the inevitable. Right now, she is praying that the ransom will be paid quickly and that I will do the job I was paid to do and keep my mouth shut," said Wickham.

"Then why tell me this? Why risk losing your only ally at Netherfield," said Maggie.

Wickham shrugged. "I have my reasons."

"I believe it is because you wished me to have the pain of knowing my own sister is the reason for my imprisonment," said Maggie.

"Perhaps," said Wickham. "Although I do not think it is fair to place the entire blame on Miss Bingley. You yourself played a part as well."

"Really? I asked to be taken from my family and friends and held here against my will? I have done nothing to deserve such treatment and if you were a man of any character at all you would release me at once," said Maggie.

"You will soon learn you are not in a position to give orders," said Wickham. He leaned forward as if to strike her again and Maggie flinched away. Satisfied, he grinned. "Now, I must go. I have a ransom note to deliver."

"I hope you fall and break your neck," said Maggie.

"I would not say such things if I were you," said Wickham. "For I should die, you would have no one to take care of you."

He left and Maggie heard him lock the door behind him. Once he was gone, she closed her eyes. Despite her brave words and determination to appear unafraid, she was terrified. Maggie knew she should search for a way out of her prison cell but she was too weak to move. She had been seriously ill only once in her life, having contracted scarlet fever as a child. This felt much worse. Lying on the cold floor, Maggie could only pray that Wickham was right and she was too stubborn to die like this.

"Richard," she whispered. "Please find me."

Part XXI

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

"Everyone is staring at us," Maggie laughed as they began to dance.

"No, I believe that everyone is staring at you," said Fitzwilliam.

"Why should that be so? I have spent the last hour in front of a mirror and I noticed nothing extraordinary," said Maggie.

"You must be aware of how beautiful you are," said Fitzwilliam.

Maggie blushed as she laughed. "You should not say such things. My brother Charles has warned me of men flattery young ladies such as myself. I should think you have less than honorable intentions."

"I assure you, Miss Bingley, that my intention are quite honorable," said Fitzwilliam.

"Since I have heard nothing but good things of you from Georgiana and Mr. Darcy, I shall take you on your word," said Maggie.

"Remind me thank my cousins later," said Fitzwilliam. He leaned closer to stare her eyes. "Although right now I admit I am quite resentful that neither of them were thoughtful enough to introduce us sooner."

"Do not blame them. From my understanding, you were always too busy to except Darcy's invitations. Georgiana tells me that your duties in the military are quite demanding," said Maggie.

"And you never seemed able to accompany them to Rosings," said the Colonel.

"My social calendar was always unusually full whenever the opportunity to journey into Kent arose," said Maggie. "I was there only once and I do not believe that Lady Catherine approved of me."

"Lady Catherine approves of no one. Why else would you call her the Dragon Lady?" said Fitzwilliam.

"I can not believe Georgie told you that," Maggie gasped.

"Have no fear, I am not offended. In truth, I believe your description of my Aunt to be rather apt," he said, charmed by her all the more.

"Your cousins would wish you to think ill of me," said Maggie.

"I assure you," said Fitzwilliam. "That is quite impossible."

"I am very glad," said Maggie.

"I have been searching for you all my life," said Fitzwilliam.

Maggie was very pleasant with the comment and smiled. "How strange. I was not aware that I was lost."

"You must have been because I have been searching a long time," said Fitzwilliam with a dashing smile of his own.

"And how old are you?" said Maggie.

"I am nine and twenty," said the Colonel, somewhat puzzled by the question.

"Nine and twenty," Maggie repeated. "If it has taken you that long to find me, Colonel Fitzwilliam, then I would highly suggest taking care to not lose me again."

Fitzwilliam opened his eyes and sighed. His memories of the ball last night, of holding Maggie in his arms as they danced, were pleasant and torturous at the same time. Her comments seemed to mock him for it was only hours after their conversation that she had disappeared. He, Darcy, and Bingley had spent hours scouring the county but had found no sign of her. They had returned to briefly rest and regroup. Soon they would begin again but not one of them had an idea as to where to look.

"Let us go over everything again," said the Colonel.

"Georgiana was the first to realize Maggie was missing at sometime around eleven-thirty. She alerted Fitzwilliam and they informed the rest of us soon after. We searched the grounds immediately and found nothing. Since then, all of Hertfordshire has been searched and she has not been recovered," Bingley said quietly.

"And all the guest have been questioned," said Fitzwilliam.

"No one saw anything," said Darcy.

"Dammit, there must have been something we missed! She could not have just disappeared from a crowded party," said Fitzwilliam.

"I should have killed him when I had the chance," said Darcy.

"Killed who?" said Bingley.

"Wickham," Darcy raged. "We all know he is behind this. If I had killed him at Ramsgate, none of this would have happened. Elizabeth would not have been attacked and Maggie would not have been taken."

"If he truly is behind this, he will die soon enough," Fitzwilliam said grimly.

Bingley shook his head. "Maggie would never allow it and neither shall I. If he has indeed taken her, then I will pay whatever ransom he demands. He will be punished but I will not have his death hanging on my sister's conscious."

There was a knock at the door and the housekeeper, Mrs. Andrews, stepped inside the library. "I am sorry to disturb you, sir, but this just arrived."

"Thank you," said Bingley and the lady quickly left as he tore open the envelope.

"What is it?" Fitzwilliam demanded.

"It is from Wickham," said Bingley. "He wants thirty thousand pounds."

"Georgiana's fortune," said Darcy.

"Exactly. He claims that it was Maggie's interference in his courtship of Georgiana that cost him this sum in the first place. Once he receives his payment, Maggie will be returned," said Bingley.

"Is she safe?" said Fitzwilliam, ripping the letter out of his friend's hands.

"He says she needs a doctor," Bingley whispered.

"Good Lord," said Darcy.

"Do you have the money?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Yes, but it will take some time to get," said Bingley.

"Let me help you," said Darcy.

Ordinarily, Bingley would have refused such an offer but his sister's life was at stake. "Thank you, Darcy."

"I will write to my father immediately," said Fitzwilliam. "I am sure he will be willing to help us as well."

"Again, I thank you," said Bingley.

Fitzwilliam threw Wickham's letter to the floor. "It is as if he believes you have thirty thousand pounds lying in your bed chamber! Does he not understand that it takes time to raise that large a sum?"

"If what he writes the truth and Maggie is truly in need of a doctor, then time may be the one thing we do not have," said Darcy.

"Then what do we do?" said Bingley.

"We keep looking," said Fitzwilliam. "I promised her I would not lose her and I have no intention of breaking my promise."

Part XXII

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

"I know who took her," Georgiana whispered.

Jane and Elizabeth exchanged worried looks. Since the disappearance of her friend, Miss Darcy had been inconsolable. They had stayed at Netherfield to console her while the gentlemen proceeded with their search.

"I heard my brother and the other gentlemen talking this morning," Georgiana continued. "If I had known Mr. Wickham was in Hertfordshire, I would have pleaded with Maggie to be more careful. He truly hates her."

"I am sure Mr. Wickham is not involved," said Jane.

"You do not know what he is capable of," said Georgiana.

Elizabeth put her arm around the younger girl. "We know what Maggie is capable of. If Wickham is indeed responsible for her abduction, it is he who should be worried."

"Perhaps you are right," said Georgiana.

"Lizzy is always right," said Jane.

Georgiana smiled sadly. "From my what I heard this morning, I know you are both familiar with what happened at Ramsgate. I do not mind you knowing. Soon, you will both be family."

"It must have been painful," said Elizabeth.

"It was," said Georgiana. "I cringe to think of what might have happened if Maggie had not arrived when she did. I was in the sitting room with Mr. Wickham, discussing our plans, when she suddenly burst into the room, clutching her father's sword. She had brought it all the way from London."

"She had a sword?" said Jane in amazement.

"It was so heavy that I do not know how she managed to lift it. Wickham was so shocked that he dropped the cup of tea he was holding directly into his lap," said Georgiana.

"What did he say?" said Elizabeth.

"He tried to pretend he was glad to see her but Maggie would not listen to a word. She told him that my brother was on his way and that he should depart immediately. When he refused, she threatened to run him through."

Lizzy could not help but laugh. "Run him through?"

"She told me later that she had been reading a book on pirates and the phrase just slipped out," said Georgiana.

"I would never have such courage," said Jane.

"Maggie never would have hurt him," said Georgiana. "She would never hurt anyone. She cannot stand to see anyone in pain. Once, we were shopping in London and saw a shopkeeper strike one of his delivery boys. Maggie stepped between the two of them and declared she would never again visit a store with such a cruel owner. The boy now works in her godparent's stables. He adores her."

"Has anyone written to her godparents and told them what has happened?" said Elizabeth.

"Mr. Bingley wrote to them this morning," said Jane.

"They will be devastated. They love her as if she were their own daughter," said Georgie.

"We will find her shortly," said Elizabeth.

"I pray we do," said Georgiana.

Jane sighed softly. "Do you suppose we should check on Miss Bingley? She has not been out of her room all day."

"She told the servants she wants to be left alone," said Georgiana.

"She has taken this hard," said Elizabeth.

"Harder than I expected," Georgie snorted, then blushed. "I am sorry. That was unkind."

"You are upset," said Jane.

"I just hate sitting here and doing nothing. If it was I who were taken, Maggie would be out searching for me. She would not be sitting here, drinking tea," said Georgiana.

"The last thing she would want is for you to place yourself in danger," said Elizabeth.

"I know. She is always warning me to be cautious. She tries to protect everyone around her and yet plunges headfirst into danger without a second thought," said Georgiana.

"That is unwise. You must speak to her about it, once she returns," said Lizzy.

"Yes," Georgiana said, after a moment. "After she returns."

The ladies all sipped their tea without tasting it and prayed that Maggie's safe return would occur soon.

Part XXIII

Posted on Sunday, 18 August 2002

When Wickham returned from seeing to the deliver of his ransom note, he entered the tiny room cautiously. He expected to find Maggie pacing restlessly and was surprised that she was again asleep. Close examination of his prisoner revealed that she was hot and feverish. She did not look well at all.

A pang of conscious struck him. Mr. Wickham was a man who was not above causing pain to others to achieve his goals, but he was not wholly cruel. While he did hate Maggie Bingley for the disappointments she had caused him, he did not wish her to die. Wickham had no intentions of becoming a murderer.

"Your brother had better pay soon," he said softly. "Your death would not be desirable to any of us, especially your Colonel."

Maggie made no response.

Part XXIV

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

Sarah Dickens knocked nervously on the servant's entrance to Netherfield. Her body was tired and her face was swollen from crying. Sarah was uneducated but she was by no means stupid. After news of Miss Maggie Bingley's disappearance had spread throughout the county and the true identity of Elizabeth Bennet had been revealed to her, it did not take her long to realize the letter she had delivered might hold a clue to the mystery. At first, she had not told anyone. Surely Miss Bingley would come forward if the letter had caused her sister pain. However, as the hours passed and the search for Maggie Bingley grew more desperate, Sarah decided to go to Netherfield. Though her only acquaintance with Maggie had been the delivery of the letter, Mr. Bingley had been kind to her. She believed he had the right to know everything that had occurred the previous night.

"Yes?" said the man who answered the door.

"I need to speak with Mr. Bingley," said Sarah.

"The master is busy," he said.

"I need to speak with him," Sarah repeated.

"May I ask why?" he said.

"I may know something about his sister's abduction."

Immediately, Sarah was ushered through the halls and into the library. She was quickly seated on a nearby sofa. The man who had answered the door was excused and the three gentlemen crowded around her, peering down at her anxiously.

"What do you know?" said Fitzwilliam.

"I do not know if it is anything," Sarah said timidly.

"Tell us what you saw," said Darcy.

"I did not see anything," said Sarah. She took a deep breathe and tried to steady her nerves. "Last night, I was approached by a lady. She gave me a letter and told me to see that it was delivered to Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"To Elizabeth?" said Darcy.

"What does this have to do with my sister?" said Bingley.

"I am new to Hertfordshire, sir. I arrived at Netherfield yesterday afternoon and had no chance to see the young ladies of the house. I was told that Miss Darcy and Miss Maggie Bingley were preparing for the ball. I spent most of the day in the kitchens, you see," said Sarah.

"This is pointless," said Darcy.

"Let her talk," said Fitzwilliam.

"I missed Miss Maggie's introduction. I wanted to see it, but I had work to do. All the servants in the kitchen were talking about how beautiful she was and how all the other young ladies looked so fine so I got curious. I wanted to go to that ballroom and peek inside," said Sarah.

"And that's when this lady approached you with letter?" said Fitzwilliam.

"Yes," said Sarah.

"Who was it?" said Darcy.

Sarah looked down at the rug. "I can not say."

Fitzwilliam started to speak, but Bingley interrupted him. "We will come back to that later, Miss. Please continue."

"She told me to give the letter to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, but like I said, I am new here. I did not know Miss Bennet. I asked the other women I was working to show me who she was, but they were all busy. Finally, one of them told me that I would find Miss Bennet with Mr. Darcy. I had seen him earlier and I knew I would recognize him so I went to the ballroom. There was a pretty young lady talking with him and I believed her to be Miss Bennet. I waited until they were done talking and I gave her the letter," said Sarah.

"Elizabeth never mentioned this," said Darcy.

"Perhaps that is because I don't think it was Miss Bennet who received the letter," said Sarah.

"Why is that?" said Bingley.

"My cousins have lived in Meryton for years. They were discussing the events of last night at breakfast this morning and they told me that Miss Elizabeth Bennet had dark brown curls," said Sarah. "The women I delivered the letter to last night had blonde curls."

"Maggie," said Fitzwilliam.

"Did you happen to see what the letter said?" said Bingley.

Sarah blushed. "It was not sealed, sir. I could not help but read it."

"What did it say then?" said Darcy.

"It was written by a gentlemen but it wasn't addressed by name. It said he wanted the lady to meet him in the rose garden at eleven and it was signed Fitzwilliam," said Sarah.

"I wrote no such letter," said Darcy.

"Nor did I," said Fitzwilliam. "But if she received it, she would have believed it to be from me. That's why she was outside."

"And Wickham was waiting for her, thinking he would find Elizabeth," said Darcy.

"Miss Dickens, please," said Bingley. He knelt before her and took her hand pleadingly. "We received a ransom note from my sister's captor and it says that she is ill. I do not know if I will be able to raise the necessary money in time. Please, if we are to find her, we need to know the person who gave you the letter."

"I do not want to cause trouble," Sarah stammered.

"Please," said Fitzwilliam.

Sarah looked into the pained eyes of the three gentlemen and could not resist their request. "It was Miss Bingley."

"What?" Bingley whispered.

Fitzwilliam and Darcy stood in shock. They both knew Caroline to be a jealous woman but would she really plot such misdeeds towards Elizabeth? Would she remain silent while her own sister suffered?

All who knew Mr. Bingley believed him to be a kind, amiable man. He reacted to all of life's problems with a smile or laugh. He never raised his voice and had never in his life caused deliberate pain to anyone. Many of his acquaintances believed him to be quite incapable of anger, even when it was well deserved. These individuals would have greatly surprised to see the rage twisting Charles Bingley's face as he comprehended what Sarah was telling him.

"Caroline!"

Part XXV

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

"Caroline," Bingley yelled again as he burst out of the library.

"What's happening?" said Elizabeth as she and the other ladies came out into the hall. "What's going on?"

Darcy immediately went to her side. With Sarah Dickens' information, he had begun to comprehend just how close he came to losing her. "We think we might have discovered what happened to Maggie."

"Do you know where to find her?" said Georgiana.

"Not yet, but we will soon," said Fitzwilliam.

"Caroline, I am not kidding," Bingley yelled. "If you do not come down here this instant, I shall go up there and fetch you myself."

"Charles, please. The servants can hear you," said Caroline as she began to descend the stairs. "Now, what has happened? Have you found her?"

Bingley charged up the stairs and grabbed her by the arm. "How could you do such a thing? How could you possibly be so cold and heartless?"

"Charles, what are you doing?" said Louisa as she and Mr. Hurst appeared at the top of the stairs. Though she and Maggie had never been close, she was genuinely grieved the loss of her youngest sister.

"Do you have any idea what possibly could have befallen her?" said Bingley, dragging Caroline down the stairs.

"You're hurting me," Caroline whined.

"Where did he take her?" said Fitzwilliam, glaring down at her.

"I do not know," said Caroline.

"How could Miss Bingley possibly know where Wickham would hide Maggie?" said Jane.

"Because she helped him take her," said Darcy.

"What?" Louisa cried. "That's impossible."

"Maggie is her sister," said Elizabeth.

Caroline stared up at the three gentlemen who were towering over her. "How did you find out?"

"Then you do not deny it," said Fitzwilliam.

"I have no wish to deny it," said Caroline.

"Why?" said Georgiana.

"Because it was supposed to be her," Caroline said viciously, pointing at Elizabeth. "She was supposed to get the letter. She was supposed to go out to the rose gardens. Wickham was supposed to take her. This is all her fault."

"Don't you dare try to blame Elizabeth for this," said Darcy, his voice deadly.

"You knew this whole time," Jane said in amazement.

"No, there must be some mistake," said Louisa.

"There is no mistake," said Caroline.

"But don't you understand what might have happened? Miss Elizabeth might have been hurt or even killed. Who knows what has befallen Maggie since she has been abducted? Do you mean to tell me that you had the means of finding her this entire time and you said nothing? You allowed her to suffer and for what? For a man who will never love you?" said Louisa.

Mr. Hurst reached out and took his wife's hand. Though he was not the most devoted of husbands, he did love his wife and had always been fond of Maggie. Her spirited nature often provided excellent entertainment.

"Tell us where he has taken her," said Fitzwilliam.

"I told you, I do not know," Caroline said sullenly.

It was obvious to all that she was lying.

"Caroline, listen to me," said Bingley. "We received a ransom not from Wickham. He says that Maggie needs a doctor."

"No," Georgiana gasped.

"He is probably lying," said Caroline.

"But what if he isn't? Your sister needs you," said Elizabeth.

"She is ill," said Louisa.

"I can not help you," said Caroline.

To the surprise of everyone in the party, Georgiana reached forward and slapped Caroline so soundly that her head rocked back. "I hate you!"

"Georgiana," said Darcy, pulling his sister back.

"Well done," said Fitzwilliam. "I would say that was well deserved."

"Charles, did you see what she did?" said Caroline, blinking back tears.

Bingley stared at her, his eyes cold. "Get out of my house."

"You can not mean that," said Caroline. "Louisa, tell him he can not do that to me."

"It is not my decision to make," said Mrs. Hurst.

"If you would rather see your own sister suffer at the hands of a monster than risk your position in society to help her, then I will no longer be responsible for you. I must allow you to make your own way in the world," said Bingley.

Caroline paled. "You can not mean that."

"I most certainly do. Now, Caroline, you have a choice. You can either tell where Wickham is keeping Maggie or you can leave Netherfield and never return. Take your pick," said Bingley.

"One of Wickham's fellow officers used to have family in Hertfordshire," Caroline said reluctantly. She did not want to admit to the further offense of knowing Maggie's location, but could not risk becoming poor. "His uncle used to work as a gardener for the Bennets."

"Mr. Carlson?" said Jane.

"Wickham never mentioned his name. All he said was that he knew that this man had lived in a little cottage on the Longbourn estate. It was a little out of the way place, not visible from the main house. When the gardener died, his replacement was already settled in Meryton and did not wish to occupy the cottage. It has remained unattended ever since," said Caroline.

"He is keeping her at Longbourn," Elizabeth said in shock. "But surely someone would have seen him!"

"Wickham has been hiding there for some time. He knows of paths through the woods and fields so he can come and go as he pleases without being seen," said Caroline.

"Mr. Hurst, stay with the ladies," said Fitzwilliam, already starting towards the door.

"I am coming to," said Georgiana.

"No, you are staying here," said Darcy. He saw his sister was about to argue and quickly cut her off. "Maggie would never forgive me if I allowed harm to come to you in her absence."

"The cottage is on the north side of the property," said Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. "We will be back soon."

"Please, make sure that you and Maggie return to us safely," said Lizzy.

"Be careful," said Jane.

"Charles if Maggie is ill or hurt, do not risk her health by bringing her here," said Louisa. She gave Jane and Elizabeth a hopeful look. "I am sure the Bennets will see to it that she is well cared for."

"Of course," said Jane.

"We must go," Fitzwilliam said urgently.

The gentlemen departed. The ladies watched them go bravely but once they were gone, Georgiana burst into worried tears. Jane and Elizabeth helped her back into the drawing room while the Hursts watched in concern.

"If they do not all return safely, I fear she will never recover," Louisa said softly.

Caroline moved to reach out towards her sister. "Louisa, I never intended for this to happen. You must know that."

"Leave her be," said Mr. Hurst.

"Go to your chamber, Caroline," Louisa said tiredly. "Go there and pray for your sister's safe return and that your family might one day forgive you. Right now, I can not stand to look at your face."

The Hursts followed the others into the drawing room, leaving Miss Bingley standing totally and completely alone.

Part XXVI

Posted on Wednesday, 21 August 2002

When Maggie awoke again, it was dark. There were no windows in the room but she guessed night must have fallen. Wickham was seated near the doorway, watching her carefully. "Could you care for a glass of water?"

"Yes," she said thickly.

He handed her the glass and helped her to drink it. "I am surprised you would be willing to take anything from me. You have a suspicious mind."

"It had occurred to me that you might have poisoned the water," said Maggie. Her voice was deep and raspy and she winced as she spoke as though it caused her pain. "But if you had wished to kill me, you would have done so while I slept."

"How are you feeling?" said Wickham.

"Can we dispense with the pleasantries, please? I really am quite tired," said Maggie.

"You look terrible," said Wickham.

She laughed, which turned into a harsh cough. "Thank you."

"I delivered the ransom note. I told your brother that you needed a doctor," he said.

"Then I suppose you will receive your money quickly," said Maggie.

"Let us both hope so," said Wickham. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "If circumstances had been different, I think we might have been friends."

"I doubt that," she said.

"Why is that?" said Wickham.

"Because I tend not to be friends with those who cause my eyes to blacken. It is just a little rule I have," said Maggie.

Wickham smiled. "You really are difficult. I wonder if the Colonel realizes what he has in store for him."

"Why don't you ask him?" said Maggie, before she began to cough again.

He moved to offer her another glass of water but stopped suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

"If it is Death, tell him I should be ready in a day or two," Maggie said.

"Shut up," Wickham snapped. He appeared to be listening closely and then suddenly pulled her to her feet. "We have to leave."

"What are you talking about?" Maggie said in confusion. And then she heard it. Horses, coming towards them. They had been discovered.

Wickham dragged her to the door and leaned her against the wall as he struggled with the key. Shivering Maggie sank back to the floor. He glared own at her frustration. "Get up!"

"I can not move," she said truthfully.

"You are going to have to," he growled.

"I will only slow you down," Maggie said desperately. She could hear shouting now, and thought she recognized her brother's voice. "Your only chance to escape is if you leave me behind."

For a moment, Wickham's eyes flickered with indecision. Maggie was his only hope at collect the ransom. To leave would mean giving up all hope of collecting his thirty thousand pounds.

"Your money will do you no good if they find you," said Maggie.

Wickham fled.

Outside the cottage, the gentlemen dismounted. Fitzwilliam had planned on stopping and planning their next move, but having Maggie so close seemed to have destroyed his sense of reason. Running towards the house with Bingley and Darcy close at his heels, Fitzwilliam kicked open the door and stepped inside. "Maggie!"

"In here," came the weak reply.

He raced towards the sound of that precious voice. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and he was terrified of the condition in which he would find her. When his eyes at last came to rest on the young woman he loved, he froze. Behind him, Bingley gasped at seeing her huddled on the floor, flushed and shaking with fever.

"It is not as bad as it looks," Maggie said quietly.

"Are you alright?" said Fitzwilliam, scooping her up in her arms and holding her close.

"I will be, now that you are here," she said.

"Where is he?" said Darcy.

"He ran when he heard you approaching," said Maggie. She began to cough, causing the gentlemen to exchange looks of concern. "You have to find him. He was going to take Elizabeth."

"I will not leave you," said Fitzwilliam.

"Then it will never stop. He will take me again, or Elizabeth, or Georgiana, or Jane. He will not stop until he gets what he wants," said Maggie.

"Fitzwilliam, you a military man. You are the only one that is capable of tracking him. I will get Maggie to Longbourn and a doctor. You and Darcy go after Wickham," said Bingley.

"Fitzwilliam, if we are going to go, we must leave now," said Darcy.

The Colonel tenderly touched Maggie's face and noticed for the first time that both of her eyes had been blackened. Fury overtook him and he gently shifted the lady into the arms of her brother. "I will return to you."

"With Wickham alive," she said.

"I can not promise you that, but I will try," said Fitzwilliam.

"Cousin," Darcy said urgently.

Fitzwilliam quickly kissed Maggie on the forehead and then he and Darcy went to find their prey, leaving the Bingley's alone. With the two gentlemen gone, Maggie's brave face quickly disappeared and her head collapsed against her brother's shoulder. "Charles, I want to go home."

"Shh, Maggie," he whispered. "We'll get you to Longbourn. Do you think you can hold on to me if we ride?"

"I don't think so," she said.

Bingley nodded and carried his sister out of her prison. He could not help but notice the squalid conditions she had been forced to endure. Tears began to fall down his face as he began the journey towards Longbourn. Every bump along the way seemed to cause Maggie to wince in pain and each of these further lacerated Bingley's heart.

"Why are you crying? This is a happy ending," Maggie said after awhile.

"We were all so worried about you," said Bingley.

Maggie smiled up at him weakly. "Do not tell me such things, for I will think you all to be foolish. You should have known that I would be able to manage myself perfectly well."

"That is probably correct," he said with a smile of his own.

"You have not carried me like this since we were children," said Maggie. "I remember the Christmas when I sprained my ankle. The doctor ordered me confined to my bed for two weeks but you carried me downstairs on Christmas morning so I could open my presents."

"That was only because it would have been more difficult to carry all your packages up to you. Even then, you had many admirers," said Bingley.

"Father used to always get so angry when he saw my pile under the tree. He said the world was spoiling me," said Maggie.

Bingley laughed. "I never understood that, considering he had purchased the majority of them himself."

A twisted root laying along the ground caused Bingley to stumble just then and for Maggie to gasp aloud in pain. Memories of happier times were quickly replaced with a growing uneasiness.

"As soon as we arrive at Longbourn, I am afraid I must leave you. I am going to ride into Meryton for the doctor. The Bennets will take care of you until the other gentlemen and I are back," said Bingley.

"Are Lizzy and Jane there?" asked Maggie.

"No, they are at Netherfield, caring for Georgiana. I am sure they will arrive quickly once they know you have been found," said Bingley.

"How is Georgie?" said Maggie.

"Lost without you, just like the rest of us," said Bingley.

Maggie nodded and settled herself back against her brother. "I know that you are worried about me, Charles, but I assure you that I will be fine. There are far too many people in the world who need my care for me to even think about dying. You, Mr. Darcy, Jane, Lizzy, Georgie, Colonel Fitzwilliam, the Tarringtons, even Louisa and Mr. Hurst. I will not be able to rest until you are all happily situated and then there is my own life to attend to. I fear I will be around to mettle in your affairs for some time to come."

"My dear sister," Bingley said thickly. "You have no idea how many will be glad to hear that."

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