Crisis at Pemberley

By Tom Thorpe

Chapter One

Rain danced in waves across the pond in front of Pemberley Manor. From the Eastern most window of the Great Hall Mrs. Elizabeth Bennet Darcy gazed upon the scene but her mind was engaged elsewhere. Her thoughts were not upon the events of today, despite a frantic race to Plymouth currently in progress by William, her husband of one year, to prevent his sister, Georgiana, and Captain Denny from boarding the sailing ship Oceana bound this eve for the American colonies. Rather it was the long anticipated Pemberley ball held only a fortnight earlier that had precipitated this event which now occupied her attention. How different things had been in the month prior as preparations were set forth.

As invitations were prepared announcing the First Anniversary Celebration of the Darcys' betrothal, Lizzy had looked forward to a reunion of relatives and friends not attempted since their wedding. Owing to the distances to be traveled by many of the guests, including her parents at Longbourn, the ensuing weeks would see the arrival of many parties to be lodged at Pemberley. Her mother had insisted that she and Mr. Bennet and her two sisters come two weeks early so as to acquaint herself with the environs and to ensure that the preparations under the purview of her daughter were properly made. Mr. Bennet, on the other hand had already made several visits on his own during the course of the past year was quite comfortable with the surroundings in contrast to the obvious astonishment of the rest of the family. The impact of the manor, however, was soon replaced by Mrs. Bennet's condescension to provide her daughter with endless advice for maintaining a superior place among society's elite. Perhaps it was the strained relationship with her mother, which may have dated to her rejection of Mr. Collins, a prior suitor, that was the source of many subsequent disagreements that ensued over proper decorum. From that point forward the joy of subsequent arrivals was somewhat lessened by her mother's numerous attempts to account for the guest accommodations at Pemberley.

Finally the day of the ball was at hand. The Bingleys, Elizabeth's sister and husband Charles, were the first of the day to be warmly greeted by the Darcys regardless of their having traveled only a quarter mile as their closest neighbors. Of great import was the news that her brother-in-law had received a letter from an old friend, Kalon of London Square, soliciting his interest in the Chair of Commons recently vacated by a Sir Malcom Boyd. After some minutes of highly animated discussion, several members of the militia party appeared at the doorstep including Captain Denny and a few familiar faces from their former station in Longbourn. Their presence at Pemberley was singular, but a few of them were close to the Bingleys having attended a ball at Charles' former residence of Netherfield and were well known to Lizzy's younger sisters. They were summarily put to work supervising the last minute decorations. Among the arrivals later in the day were the Gardiners, Elizabeth's cherished aunt and uncle who also exhibited some familiarity with the facilities having visited the house several times since the wedding. Of great surprise, however, even with the issue of a very cordial invitation, was the arrival of Lady Catherine de Bourgh of Rosings Park, William's aunt, who had avowed never again to set foot at Pemberley owing to the disadvantagement of Elizabeth's relations. She was accompanied by her daughter and Colonel Fitzwilliam, a cousin of her husband. Elizabeth regretted that the Collins were unable to join the party due to the illness of Charlotte's father Sir William Lucas. Lastly of import were Mr. Bingley's sister Caroline with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, her constant companions now that they had taken up residence in London. Noticeably absent in the guest list of 400 persons was Elizabeth's sister Lydia Wickham and her husband now occupying residence over 200 miles to the North. It was not, however, for the reason of distance that an invitation had not been forthcoming, rather it was for the numerous improprieties in the pursuit of fortune and pleasure which had offended most who knew Mr. Wickham, and his attempt to disparage William prior to his marriage to Elizabeth.

At precisely 8 P.M. the ball was in maximum attendance with introductions complete and music in full discourse. Many sites of highly engaged conversations testified to the uncomfortable distances between old friends and the delightful atmosphere of this long awaited reunion. Of especial attention was the presence of Georgiana, Lizzy's sister-in-law who at age 17 still made her primary residence at Pemberley in the care of the Darcys. A small crowd had formed about the married couple; many were curious about recent developments and life at the estate. It was a joy to both to relate the adventures of their deepening mutual awareness and the discoveries of the individual preferences of each other encountered in daily life. During the discourse, Elizabeth had been astonished upon glancing across the room to see her mother attempt conversation with Lady Catherine. "It was so good of you to visit Longbourn last year, we were all greatly honoured. I must apologize that you were not received well by Lizzy, she has often been presumptuous in the address of her elders. My daughter Kitty, on the other hand, is fast learning the manners of society although she is limited in advantageous contacts." "Does she read or play an instrument ?" replied Lady Catherine as her demeanor changed rapidly with an appeal to her interest in providing education to young ladies in the propriety of society. "During the past year she has worked to improve on both accounts but is not so good as her older sisters. Unfortunately much of her youth was distracted by the guiles of her sister Lydia." said Mrs. Bennet. Lady Catherine was now somewhat attentive and commanded, "Bring her to me."

Kitty, however, was presently engaged in conversation with her new found friend Georgiana. Following the wedding there had been little opportunity for acquaintance until now. The family's early arrival at Pemberley had provided a time for interaction. At first Kitty had been intimidated by the formality of Georgiana's conversations and devotion to music. Gradually the conversations turned, as is the case for girls of that age, to the males of their friendship. It was here that the militia which so frequently occupied the attention of Lydia and Kitty prior to the former's marriage to Wickham was introduced to Mr. Darcy's sister. While Georgiana was well aware of a soldier's place in the status of society, nevertheless, the attraction of a uniform was not without some merit. Kitty could see no better felicity than to provide her friend with an introduction of Captain Denny at the first opportunity of the evening. She did not have to wait long as those in uniform were somewhat lost in the huge gathering of society's best and were desperately seeking familiar faces especially of the opposite gender. "Miss Darcy, may I present Captain Denny of the 4th Militia currently stationed at Brighton" began the acquaintance of future impact its participants could never have foretold.

"At your service Miss Darcy..." Following the perfunctory bow and curtsey their eyes briefly met. Georgiana was impressed by the military precision of the act as well as a kindly face. For Richard Denny, however, time had ceased to pass. An instant captivation by her beauty had left him weak and off balance. From a distance he heard his own words attempting speech of little consequence. Nor was he conscious of Mrs. Bennet's arrival at that moment; who with no particular attachment to Georgiana, had interrupted the discourse with a summons for Kitty. Never had he felt such wonderment. Here were two kindred spirits put on this Earth that were meant to share the experiences of a lifetime. And the face into which he now gazed was instantly a universe of magic. "If you would be so kind, may I have the privilege of the next dance" he managed at last to speak. Her reassuring smile gave him the courage to continue the conversation until the music of the present dance had terminated.

Ten paces away Fitzwilliam Darcy (Elizabeth preferred "William") had been engaged in a review of the topic of Bingley's letter when the spectacle of his sister's dance involvement with her new partner was noticed. "Is not that a former boyfriend of Lydia dancing with Georgiana?" he interrupted his own dialog. "I believe it is; it is Captain Denny." "Don't they make a handsome pair?" was Bingley's innocent response. Across the Great Hall Elizabeth, with perhaps equal surprise, had made another discovery of Caroline Bingley standing up with Colonel Fitzwilliam. Both immediately became eager to consult with each other over the impropriety of the events which appeared to be unfolding.

Chapter Two

"I understand that you are here directly from Rosings?" began Caroline Bingley as the dance got underway. "Yes," replied Colonel Fitzwilliam as the next opportunity to speak availed, "I spend more time there now that Darcy spends less". If the truth be known it was not Mr. Darcy's absence that was demanding more of the Colonel's time, rather the dire financial status of Rosings. As with many estates the cost of maintenance and standard of living were tailored to the size of its trust income; which in the instance of Sir Lewis de Bourgh was derived in part from the profit of his shipping business. Two threats arising subsequent to his death were now upon Rosings Park. First the income and death taxes of 1798 had become a substantial degradation to the profits of de Bourgh Shipping. The general community of estate owners was becoming more vocal towards setting aside this penalty for successful achievement, but no relief was yet in sight. Second, Lady Catherine had endowed several, indeed, eleven young ladies in the past five years to ensure that her tutelage resulted in the proper introduction of her protégés to society. Unfortunately this sum had grown to nearly ten thousand pounds. "If another candidate is supported, I'm afraid, Lady Catherine will have to give up much of her style of living to continue at Rosings," he pondered.

"I should so like to see the manor, " continued Ms. Bingley, "as Darcy has often mentioned many of its particulars." The Colonel was not unaffected by this opening from a handsome woman of taste. "Well, if you are really interested, may I be so bold as to suggest that there is a seat available on our carriage returning tomorrow. I would be delighted to show you the grounds myself." "You are most kind, sir," " I should look forward to the experience and will speak to my sister directly that I have made new arrangements for the return trip." The dance had now ended and Colonel Fitzwilliam made his way towards his aunt to describe his new accommodation.

"I see you have some potential my dear, and could benefit from a month at Rosings." said Lady de Bourgh as the interview with Kitty Bennet concluded. It had been quiet at the manor for some time, lacking a new acquaintance since Elizabeth and Maria Lucas had been there and now the Collins' were away. Turning to Mrs. Bennet she inquired, "Would Miss Bennet be available to return with me tomorrow. There is a seat unoccupied in my carriage." Mrs. Bennet was satisfied beyond her expectations. "Oh, yes mum, her things are all here at Pemberley as we have finished our stay of two weeks." " I will inform Mr. Bennet of your kindness and opportunity, " as the two hastily departed. In their excitement the approaching Colonel Fitzwilliam was nearly caught off balance.

Following the ensuing discussion, in which it was discovered that the carriage had been oversubscribed, Lady Catherine was outraged and commanded that the Colonel rescind his invitation. "Perhaps there is another solution," he responded, "if Miss de Bourgh would consent to spend some time at Pemberley, I would speak with Darcy." Mary de Bourgh of pale and reticent demeanor, showed interest in this suggestion for one of the few times in her existence under the oppressive parenting of her mother. "But this can not be tolerated" "Mrs. Jenkinson would be out of sorts" "Who would see to my daughter's needs of health?" objected his aunt. On the other hand, the thought of lively conversation at Rosings and a new Project was attractive. Yet she could not sit well with the thought of approaching Elizabeth Darcy with such a proposal. At last she relented, "Very well, I shall speak again with Mrs. Bennet and request her to forward the need for accommodation to Mrs. Darcy."

Mrs. Bennet, upon hearing the terms of the long sought tutelage, was also reluctant to confront her daughter with the requested favour given their somewhat strained relationship. Undaunted, however, she spoke with Mr. Bennet. "Mr. Bennet, you must ask Elizabeth to invite Miss de Bourgh for a month at Pemberley so that Kitty may return to Rosings with Lady de Bourgh. It is a good circumstance to improve herself at Rosings Park." "Will she be less silly in the pursuit of gentlemen as a consequence?" was his reply. Nevertheless the thought of further peace in the Bennet household was an advantage not to be overlooked. "Mr. Bennet it is our duty as parents secure any opportunity to complete the education of our children!" her voice rose. "Yes, my dear," he answered, "and I will attempt the entreaty, but why is it dependent upon Miss de Bourgh's visit to Derbyshire?" The added explanation of Mr. Bingley's sister's invitation by the Colonel was further reason, for it indirectly benefited his favorite son-in-law. Thus armed he set off to find his daughter.

"Darcy, I have a favour to ask that I may impose on your magnanimity, " Colonel Fitzwilliam began, " Miss de Bourgh has expressed an interest in a reacquaintance with Georgiana, and an opportunity to exchange places with Elizabeth's sister, Kitty, has arisen for our carriage return tomorrow. If she might be permitted to spend some few weeks at Pemberley, Lady Catherine would be most appreciative." Mr. Darcy was shocked. "She has spoken of this on her own?" It had been at least five years since Miss de Bourgh had been at Pemberley with her mother; and it had been a visit replete with criticism of his attention to the wishes of his recently deceased father on the improvement of the estate. However, this proposed encounter with Georgiana might prove a welcome distraction to the developments evolving across the ballroom concerning Captain Denny. "I confess an ulterior motive, Darcy. I have invited Miss Bingley to Rosings. She has voiced a desire to accompany us on our return," the Colonel offered somewhat apologetically for the apparent deception. Darcy was now amused. The thought of Caroline Bingley with Colonel Fitzwilliam was not without merit. With an understanding smile he responded, "I understand, it is no great imposition to me but Elizabeth will certainly have reservations."

"Excuse me father but have you lost your mind?" was Lizzy's reaction to the proposal. "What would I do with that sickly creature who thought herself once engaged to William? Why such haste in providing for Kitty's patronage. Surely she may find another way to Rosings. And why has not Lady Catherine herself or Miss de Bourgh condescended to this address?" "I will not stand in the way of Miss Bingley's quests, indeed, she might gain an affection towards Colonel Fitzwilliam which may improve her conduct towards us, but to endure Miss de Bourgh's reticence and expose Georgiana to the undoubted expression of Lady Catherine's preferences is a price beyond my graciousness." Mr. Bennet, however, was up to the challenge, "My dear consider the benefit to Miss Bourgh provided by the talents of Miss Darcy. Away from her mother who knows what improvement she may obtain. And consider the chance to ameliorate some of your mother's prejudices towards William and the advantage of placing Lady Catherine in your debt." These logical arguments caught Lizzy off guard and her position was softening as William Darcy approached.

"Lizzy would you mind at guest from Rosings for the next few weeks?" he started. "It has been long since Miss de Bourgh has ventured this far and it would be a profit to all if Georgiana could aid her development in public connection." "If you are so disposed I will not stand against it," was her congenial reaction to a degree of surprise to Mr. Bennet. "Thank you Lizzy, I know it will not be easy, especially having just completed preparations for the ball and accommodating its participants," Mr. Darcy acknowledged and her father concurred. "I think we should now advance the offer to Lady Catherine and discuss the particulars," he stated as they parted the company of Mr. Bennet.

The discussion of the forthcoming plans went so well that William's spirits were lifted to the point he experienced prior to seeing Georgiana with Captain Denny. Indeed so favourably disposed was he that following the next dance, he proposed a toast to the success of his friend Charles in the pursuit of a chair in the House of Commons. A propriety which Mr. Bingley had no objections to being made public. Charles was not, however, looking forward to an anticipated three month's stay in London without his beloved wife Jane. Jane had professed a desire to remain at home near Pemberley, having no strong attachment to the City where she had unsuccessfully last sought his attentions prior to their marriage. She did, however, rejoice in his venture and would not take anything from this moment despite her certainty that she was now pregnant.

Chapter Three

The music played until long after midnight. The rest of the ball was largely uneventful. For those who made note: Captain Denny danced four times with Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam three with Caroline. Eventually most of the guests returned to their accommodations in the house; a few, such as Mr. Hurst were in such a stupor that they had to be aided by servants in reclaiming their room. The party of militia left shortly after midnight for their temporary encampment near Lambton. Soon the manor was quiet and Jane had an opportunity to speak with Elizabeth in private while William and Charles sat in the next room. "Lizzy, you must not speak of my pregnancy to anyone until Charles has left for London in two days. I will not have him distracted or give reason to delay his trip." "Of course if that is your wish, but this is cause for celebration and good spirits not worry or distraction." was her response. " I am always here to support your needs and insist that you come to Pemberley while our husbands are way." "Thank you, Lizzy I shall look forward to it and I will try to help you with Miss de Bourgh if she is truly as much an invalid as you make out."

By midday most of the guests had departed including an emotional farewell with the Bennet's. Mrs. Bennet thanked Elizabeth many times for the inconvenience which had provided Kitty with the visit to Rosings. Her father nodded solemnly knowing the degree of imposition. Only Mary who also "looked forward to peace at home" seemed unaffected by the arrangement. The de Bourgh carriage had left earlier with its crew of new acquaintances. With the departures completed the remaining household was too exhausted to plan immediate ventures and Darcy withdrew to insure the proper wardrobe for his stay in London although unlike Bingley's it was only to be for one week. Miss de Bourgh was left to be entertained by Georgiana and a dialog appeared to have begun.

At three o'clock Georgiana requested a carriage to show Miss de Bourgh the grounds and partake of the fresh air. Elizabeth waved good-bye and returned to her husband for the short time remaining until his departure. The carriage traversed many of the estate's private roads often barely as wide as their vehicle. After some time Georgiana directed the driver to a small bluff which provided an excellent view of Pemberley to the east and overlooked its expanse all the way to Lambton to the west. "Isn't this a wonderful spot to experience Derbyshire," she exclaimed. Even Miss de Bourgh smiled as she gazed into the distance. "You can even see the Militia encampment at the edge of Lambton," Georgiana added. Indeed, in the far distance one of the soldiers could be seen taking a mount and ridding in the direction of their location.

By seven that evening the light of day was fading as the long days of summer were nearly at an end. Both William and Elizabeth expressed some consternation as the carriage finally arrived at the front entrance. Georgiana apologized several times and claimed that together with the beautiful sights and engaging conversation all measure of time had been lost.

The following morning Charles appeared and after some regretful expressions toward the upcoming separation, he and William set off for London. The Manor again grew still without the conversation or traffic of the prior nights. Miss de Bourgh and Georgiana had a late breakfast without much discussion but Lizzy could detect a degree of agitation in Georgiana, especially when talk of the plans for the day were postponed until Miss de Bourgh could recover from a morning headache, undoubtedly from too much exposure the day before. Georgiana had just exited the room when a message was delivered to Lizzy's table. "This note arrived moments ago, madam" reported her servant Thomas Reynolds. The message was a barely readable scrawl from the Bingley residence.

"My mistress has fallen and is not able to move. Please come at once. Jonathon. "

With great distress Elizabeth called for her outer garments and a carriage. "Tell Georgiana where I have gone and send for Doctor Gracepool in Lambton. The trip to the Bingley house was made in record time. Rushing through the entrance, she noticed several bags packed near the foot of the stairs. And there, just descending was Jane. "Jane thank God you're all right. I came as soon as the message arrived." Jane looked surprised and puzzled, " Why Lizzy I was just about to leave for Pemberley. What message " Elizabeth stopped. With a great effort to calm herself she handed the note to Jane. "Why this is a forgery. Who would play such a mean trick?" Lizzy suddenly blurted "we must return to Pemberley at once!"

The manor was deserted as the two women returned and quickly entered the Great Hall. "Thomas, where are Georgiana and Miss de Bourgh?" Elizabeth demanded. "Miss de Bourgh is resting upstairs in her bedroom, but Miss Darcy left for Lambton shortly after your departure. She left a letter for you on the table." Both Lizzy and Jane stared at the envelope's address: "My dearest brother and sister-in-law". Inside the letter read:

Dear brother and sister:

This is both the most joyous and sorrowful letter I have ever written. Joyous because I have found a love which I never dreamed possible. Captain Denny is the most polite, considerate and loving man I have ever met beyond the walls of Pemberley. But I cannot rejoice because of his station in life you would never approve of our union and so we must separate ourselves from Pemberley. Captain Denny believes that England itself could not provide refuge after your recovery of Wickham last year. We must, therefor, seek haven abroad where society is not an issue. Please do not condemn us as I will always be a part of a loving memory of life in your household. If you cherish my wishes please do not attempt to follow or interfere with our pursuit of happiness. I love you both and hope to inform you of whence we settle.

Georgiana

"Stupid girl, " Elizabeth shouted. "I cannot believe this is happening, again," added Jane with reference to Wickham's elopement with Lydia. "Thomas bring back the carriage at once, we must try to reach Lambton before they depart! " Within minutes they were on the road at a gallop towards the encampment. Enroute Lizzy remembered her first journey through the surrounding countryside of Derbyshire. At that time she too had felt unworthy of Pemberley as Captain Denny must now experience, but for a man of his station it must seem beyond all hope. Storm clouds were beginning to gather as they reached the town. Despite some traffic they reached the encampment quickly. As the carriage halted Elizabeth called to one of the familiar soldiers who were in the midst of packing up the equipment of the site, " Where is Captain Denny?" "Captain Denny? We haven't seen him all day. He was not at morning mess call and most of his belongings are missing, " was the response. Elizabeth now realized her mistake in assuming that Georgiana and Denny were to join at Lambton and then proceed in an obvious direction. "He may even have been at the House as I left for Jane's" Turning to Jane she reasoned, "Chances are good that they will either travel to London to escape detection and then board a ship for France or proceed west to Plymouth and thence leave for Canada or even the Colonies." While the latter was more dangerous given the recent fighting between countries it made their recovery more difficult as well. "We must return to the Manor and dispatch the letter to William!" The trip back to Pemberley was not so easy, however, for it had begun to rain.

The journey seemed endless as the driver tried to make speed as best he could. Occasionally Jane would interrupt their thoughts with unanswered questions, "When do you suppose they first met, could it have been at the Pemberley Ball?" "Had you any suspicions of their involvement?" "Could she have confided in poor Miss de Bourgh?" Lizzy pondered these inquires. There had been a concern expressed by William at the Ball but it was quickly forgotten. Suddenly the carriage halted. Elizabeth leaned out in the now driving rain, "What is it?". "There's been an accident, ma'am" the driver pointed ahead. It was difficult to make out as the water stung her face, but thirty yards ahead she could see the dark form of a buggy on its side in the roadway. And there on the ground beside it was an unconscious figure of a man. "It is Doctor Gracepool!" Jane exclaimed.

Chapter Four

All thought of Georgiana was set aside as the driver, Elizabeth and Jane raced to the prone figure. With some difficulty Dr. Gracepool was lifted into the carriage. The driver released the buggy's horse as there was no sense in righting the vehicle since the left wheel had been shattered. Lastly Jane retrieved the medical bag as the carriage was turned around and they sped off towards Lambton. Gracepool's colour was ashen and they were all dripping wet. The road had become even less passable and the traverse took nearly an hour. Darkness was falling as the Doctor was finally placed in his bed with the help of his wife and son. Nothing more could be done until morning. At Mrs. Gracepool's insistence Lizzy and Jane were provided dry clothing and hot soup while the driver made for their accommodation at the Inn. Only after taking up residence there for the night did Elizabeth consider the delay this incident had introduced in apprehending the errant couple. "I hope they are as indisposed as we are," she indicated to Jane. Jane was more concerned, however, that she was the cause of Doctor Gracepool's misfortune, "If I had but come an hour earlier to Pemberley this event would never have occurred." "Jane, you were not the least accountable for these actions. Better to put our time into planning what must be done for their recovery," Lizzy admonished.

They talked for a while. Jane had barely spoken the words "We have had enough excitement for one day" when a commotion was heard below followed shortly by a knock at their door. It was Robert Reynolds, son of Thomas, who anxiously reported, "Excuse me ma'am I have been seeking your place in Lambton for most of the afternoon. My father has been unable to locate Miss de Bourgh. When he went to inform her of your leaving for Lambton he discovered her room to be empty. All of her bags were removed. We searched the house and grounds. No transportation had been requested or taken from the stable." The news made them both step back. Following their recovery, Elizabeth bade the lad to take food downstairs and stay the night at the Inn. After the door was closed, Jane spoke first, "Where could she have gone? Can she be involved in this scheme?" Lizzy followed, Has Captain Denny seduced her as well? Perhaps the lure of adventure and freedom from Lady Catherine gave her courage to give up her favorable position at Rosings. But what excess baggage for the couple." Jane added, "there must have been a rendezvous on the grounds soon after Georgiana left the house."

The sun rose at last at the de Bourgh Manor. The previous day's confinement by the abominable weather, had, nevertheless, given opportunity for the visitors to improve their acquaintance. Indeed, Caroline's opinion of Colonel Fitzwilliam had steadily increased as their experiences and preferences were related. Kitty had found solace in the attention of Lady de Bourgh, but her enthusiasm in providing accounts of life at Longbourn was eventually curtailed when Lady Catherine admonished, "You will, in time, be given instruction by Mrs. Jenkinson in the appropriate topics of conversation." By nightfall it had been agreed that at first clearing a picnic should be scheduled to fully appreciate the grounds of Rosings Park. So it was that provisions were prepared early in the morning of the following day. Kitty was, with some difficulty, exercising patience to be off when at the last minute the Colonel remembered a business issue which could not be postponed. He begged a short deference and retreated to the study. At 11 o'clock the impatient mood of the party was interrupted by the arrival of an express from Mr. Darcy. The Colonel was summoned and upon opening the dispatch read:

My Dear Cousin:

I have received word from Elizabeth that Georgiana has eloped. A letter was discovered early yesterday which indicated that she and Captain Denny intend to abandon England at first opportunity. My quick review of the Times has revealed two immediate possibilities: the merchantman "Carlisle" departs today for Halifax from London Dock at 1400. The American Black Ball "Oceana" leaves Plymouth for Boston Saturday next at 1700. I will attend to the embarkation of the Carlisle and expect you to make haste to Plymouth to do the same with the Oceana. If they are not in my custody, I will join you at Plymouth on Saturday.

Godspeed!

William

"Good God!" was the Colonel's response. Caroline rushed to his side and reread the letter, "Georgiana has eloped!" Lady Catherine was stern in her reaction, "This Captain Denny must be dealt with in the severest terms. You must employ every means to prevent their departure." The Colonel nodded, "I will leave at once. Bring me my horse!" It was at best a two day ride at the pace of an express for the 200 mile journey. He could reach Plymouth, if no obstacles were encountered by midday Saturday. Within minutes the Colonel was astride his mount and disappearing to the west. It was fortunate that the picnic provisions, now depleted, would relieve him from having to interrupt the dash to the Coast.

For Darcy the journey to Plymouth was not an easy one. The frustration of not finding the pair among the departing at London Dock had drained him of the energy needed for a high speed gallop across the terrain. With luck Colonel Fitzwilliam had a day's lead and would arrive in time for interference. Although he considered himself to be an excellent horseman, the London road was crowded at first and the rain had left many muddy hazards. He dared not stop. An hour's rest was unthinkable, only a supper secured at midday Friday was all the respite he would endure. From time to time, however, his horse was in need of pause with drink provided by the natural oases of the countryside. The largest delay occurred near the town of Shelborne on Saturday morning yet sixty miles from Plymouth. An old woman had been taunted and her cart had been spilt by a group of ruffians. The situation appeared dire and could not be ignored. Darcy had not trouble fending them off, but having dispersed the villains he was obliged to retrieve her belongings and restore the cart. Satisfied with her condition he sped off; his body was aching from fatigue.

At last the shore near Plymouth came into view. It was nearly evening. As he approached the docks his heart sank as a large sailing ship could be seen leaving the harbour. It was the Oceana. Upon reaching the now nearly deserted passenger loading area it was evident that he was too late. "This cannot be!" he raged. Fruitlessly he shouted "Georgiana!", as he dropped from is horse and slumped to an adjacent bench. Tears began to well up as the receding sails testified that he would never see his beloved sister again.

After some time, having been lost in the memories of his family, a voice was heard over his shoulder, "Have ye missed the boat then?" Darcy turned to face an elderly man dressed poorly, in fact not much improved over a beggar. His clothes were soiled, he was unwashed and several teeth were missing. "I have lost my sister. She was abducted by a scoundrel of the militia, " he replied with resignation. " Why I do believe I saw them boarding a while ago," the man brightened. "The gentleman was in a great hurry, but I could tell he was military. I too was once in the army before the Colonial War." Darcy was now impatient to find his cousin and began to leave. "I'm surprised such a sickly young lass would make that long voyage," the man added. Darcy stopped. His attention was at once focused. He turned and commanded, "Describe her!" ".....and the tall sandy haired gentleman was embracing her as the ship moved out," the man concluded. Darcy could not believe what he was hearing. The tattered gentleman had just given an able sketch of Anne de Bourgh and Colonel Fitzwilliam!

Chapter Five

It was four days before they all convened at Rosings Park. Darcy had returned there seeking answers and to bring the unfortunate news of her daughter's flight to Lady Catherine. He had omitted Miss de Bourgh's absence from Pemberley in his letter to the Colonel so as not to disturb his aunt without resolution. But now the truth could no longer be hidden. After checking the passenger manifest of the Oceana to confirm that Captain Denny and Georgiana were not among the voyagers, he sent the news to Elizabeth and requested that she join him at Rosings. Jane had insisted on accompanying her and sent word to their parents of the developments. Upon hearing of her daughter's elopement, Lady Catherine had taken ill. The shock had kept her abed since and in her state she could be often heard emitting unintelligible outbursts.

Following the arrival of the two women, the five: Elizabeth, Jane, William, Caroline and Kitty began a discussion in the sitting room. "Could this have been the Colonel's plan all along?" began Elizabeth, "He and Anne, secretly in love, planning to have her remain at Pemberley after the ball so she could leave by the advantage of not having Lady Catherine's immediate discovery. But how could the Colonel have known that is aunt would play into his hand by her invitation to Kitty? Perhaps he intended to as another to Rosings besides Caroline and thereby over subscribe the carriage himself."

Jane added her concerns, "Do you think Miss de Bourgh confided in Georgiana or was it coincidence that they both vanished at first opportunity? By what means did she make the trip to Plymouth? Could Colonel Fitzwilliam have sent a carriage for her?"

"I wonder if the picnic was a ruse," said Caroline, "how convenient that we were detained to wait for his last minute business detail and that food was already prepared. But how could he have predicted Darcy's express? Maybe he was waiting for word from Anne and felt Darcy's actions warned that they were running out of time. Such strategy, and the servants claim to have known nothing of a romance here. And where are Georgiana and Captain Denny now?"

Kitty volunteered, "Perhaps the tattered man was mistaken or worse, paid by Captain Denny to provide a false description."

"No Kitty," Elizabeth responded, "that is insupportable. How could Denny know that Colonel Fitzwilliam was coming to Plymouth and if true, where would the Colonel be now?"

"But why then should Mrs. de Bourgh object to such a union once Lizzy and William were married?" Jane interjected. "The Colonel is such a fine gentleman and would not this marriage preserve Rosings Park for Miss de Bourgh?"

"Perhaps I can help there," William began, "it is not widely known, but the business of Sir Lewis is on the verge of bankruptcy and there is not enough money left in the trust to save Rosings. My cousin does not have the income or resources to continue here. They could, I suppose, have a better chance together somewhere else."

"I think Lady Catherine will never leave this place," added Lizzy. Darcy appeared to be resolute "No and she will not have to by my account. "

Following several hours of questions, most without answers, it was decided to return Kitty to Longbourn given Lady Catherine's condition. Caroline generously agreed to remain at Rosings until Mrs. de Bourgh's health was improved. A general alert had be published by Colonel Forster for the whereabouts of Captain Denny. The four departed the next day for Derbyshire by way of Hertfordshire.

The Party was received at Longbourn with concern and sympathy. Mrs. Bennet met them as they descended from the carriage. "Oh Lizzy, William, you must be so distraught at the absence of your sister. We are all very disposed to provide you with any support we can. Poor Mrs. de Bourgh! Such a vexing circumstance! What irony that we have now both endured the elopement of a daughter. But I hope matters will work out as well for her as they have for my Lydia. Speaking of Lydia, Kitty, a letter arrived yesterday from Newcastle." Kitty quickly retreated upstairs to read the latest news from her sister and brother-in-law, for the Wickham's were far from frequent contact, still at Newcastle, 250 miles to the North.

As they settled into the main room, Mr. Bennet consoled, "Terrible business! Terrible business! My, my, and not a clue as to their destination."

Darcy responded, "We shall eventually track them down, I can assure you."

Turning to a more pleasant subject, Mr. Bennet inquired, "And have you heard from Charles? Has he been introduced in the Commons?"

"I have not word from him," William replied, "but with his amiable nature I foresee no great difficulty in his election. He is very pleased and anxious to do well in Parliament. I believe the House of Commons will hold new member election tomorrow."

Suddenly the conversations were interrupted by the loud descent of someone hurrying downstairs. Kitty reappeared holding the letter from Lydia, "Lizzy, Mr. Darcy can this be a clue?" She pointed to a portion of the closing paragraph which read:

".....and Wickham has been out these past two days with a special friend which we all knew at Meryton, but who's name I shall not share under solemn promise. Too bad, for if I could tell you the delicious news you would envy my position to watch the events. But , unhappily, they will be gone tomorrow, I believe for Scotland....."

"It must be them!" Jane reacted.

Chapter Six

For Charles Bingley life in politics was a dream about to come true. From the moment of his arrival at Parliament Square he felt comfortable and at ease with his fellow representatives. Kalon had called upon him early in the day following his taking up lodging at Hampton House. They proceeded to make the rounds of introductions prior to the afternoon debates in the Commons which was now in session. Warm greetings, hearty approbation and well wishes always accompanied this intercourse, perhaps as a consequence of Bingley's disarming smile and enthusiastic attention. Not surprising, then, was his unanimous election as one of six new members of the Lower House of Parliament. In celebration, Kalon hosted a gathering of several acquaintances at the Black Dog Pub that evening.

"Welcome Parliamentarian," hailed Kalon with a broad grin as Bingley approached a large corner table in the noisy, dimly lit tavern. "May I present Mr. John Dobsen of Glocester, Mr. James Waldon of Warwick and Sir Michael Gravish of Oxford." Bingley bowed to each noticing that these gentlemen were not attired as men of wealth rather as local businessmen or shopkeepers.

"Congratulations," Mr. Waldon was the first to speak, "I hope that you will profit by this experience and speak well for the denizens of Staffordshire. These are formidable times. A new age is upon us and all of Europe shall reap the benefits of Wellington's defeat of Bonapart."

Mr. Dobsen added, "Aye a shining victory for his majesty. But the past two wars, I fear, may threaten the stability of Briton's economy for generations to come. There is a great deal of unrest in the population. So much of our resources have been expended on the military. This insufficiency may create a climate for civil disorder."

"Yes, it is the truth," echoed Sir Michael, "but we may stave off a crisis if Parliament supports our cause."

"Cause?" inquired Charles, "of what do you speak sir?" He was in a good disposition to participate and this situation had the sound of a threat to all levels of society.

"There is a public bill before the House, as we speak, which would do much to provide relief for our economy, " continued Sir Michael. "It would provide land and revenue to raise additional crops as well as secure housing for our returning heroes of war. We cannot ignore their plight! This land is available through abandonment or slothful misuse. We propose that the government claim its title for shares to be divided amongst our veterans. If you would join our cause all that is requested is for you to present a subsidiary motion to the Writ of Confiscation residing on the Speaker's agenda for Wednesday next. It would be your first opportunity for debate."

Mr. Bingley was impressed. Here was a chance to improve the lot of the common man and it was a wonderful gesture to repay society's debt to its soldiers. He would do it. "Yes, I would be pleased to support this undertaking."

"Excellent," responded Sir Michael, "here is a list of the particulars." He handed Bingley a folded piece of paper which Charles carefully placed in his breast pocket.

"And now," announced Kalon, "let us further celebrate with another pint of fine ale!" The remainder of the evening was uneventful. Bingley's only recollection was of stumbling up the stairs to his room and a desire to write of the good news to Jane at first light.

During the next few days, Charles studied the styles and mannerisms of his fellow representatives as they spoke before the House. Late at night he could be found formulating ideas and practicing his intended speech. It was obvious that the often boisterous rabble by his fellow members would be a challenge to overcome. He, therefore, often repeated stirring phrases designed to capture their attention. At last the fateful day arrived. The convention of the afternoon slowly passed. Bingley was aware that his motion was the last of the day's repertoire. The members had grown tired by nightfall and the mood of the floor was surly as the closing minutes approached. His was the third motion to be addressed as the Speaker shouted his name over the many side discussions currently taking place. Someone yelled, "Silence, let us hear from the young initiate."

Bingley rose from his seat and spoke hesitantly, "My fellow representatives, we have just come through two devastating wars..." "Aye, you can say that again," was heard from his left. "Tell us something we do not know of," came from across the floor. The Speaker gaveled twice. Afraid of losing control, he raised his voice and continued, "We must take care that economic recovery is pursued without delay..." A few affirmations were heard. "Our men have paid a great price to preserve freedom and protect our homeland.." A chorus of "Hear! Hear!" erupted. "We must repay that debt. We must ensure that adequate food supply is available for the citizenry. And we must house our uniformed population..." Support of the assembly was building and he was thus encouraged to proceed more forcibly, "The bill before you will provide humane treatment for our poor brothers who have felt the tragedy of battle. Wounded and homeless they return to our soil with only inhuman prospects awaiting their future. Shall we turn our backs to their plight? What small token of gratitude my we bestow?" The background sounds of approval were increasing with every phrase, "Tell us!" "Let us comply!" He could feel the emotion rising as a giant wave, surging in this glorious moment! " There is land and resource for the taking, with injury to no one, which this Writ would appropriate for the infantry..." Cries of "Where is it?" "Show us" were added to the dissonance.

Bingley was now shouting, " I therefore beseech, no, I demand on behalf of all righteousness that this property be donated to our cause!" Remembering the list which he had not paid attention to since its delivery at the Inn, he withdrew it and read to cheers at each entry:

"Greenstock Manor of Hayshire"
"Lowings Park of Surrey"
"Blackwell Estate of Essex"
"Foxworth Landing of Suffolk"
"Camdon Manor of Oxford"

He paused, glancing at the final entry, but the momentum of the speech required a conclusion. "...and...a.....a.... Rosings Park of Kent!"

Bingley slumped to his chair as the tumult continued and the session was ended. he was barely conscious of the back patting and laudatory remarks proffered as the audience exited. What injury had he just proposed be inflicted upon his best friend! While Darcy may not have been on the best of terms with his aunt, surely the entire community would rise up against this folly. How could Rosings, of such wealth and prestige, have been a part of the list? He knew what must be done. First he would inform his friend of this action before it might be read in the Times, and second he must tender his resignation as a demonstration of good faith to his dear family.

Chapter Seven

Mr. Collins and his wife, Charlotte, returned to the parsonage at Kent without ceremony. The trip to Meryton had not gone well. Although Sir William was improved, their presence at Lucas Lodge had grown tedious after nearly three weeks. They had missed the ball at Pemberley and little contact was had with the community, especially while the residents of Longbourn were in Derbyshire. So it was that after reopening the house at Hunsford, the couple sought an early invitation to convene with Lady Catherine. After several hours a note was forthcoming which advised only a short visit be attempted at 4 PM. Their curiosity peaked at such a restrained response to their homecoming, on arrival at Rosings, Mr. Collins inquired if they had been responsible for some offense to Lady de Bourgh. "Madam has been ill since the elopement of her daughter" removed any cheerful countenance intended by Mr. Collins. Charlotte responded, "When did this occur? Who is the gentleman and where is their destination?" The servant answered, " I am sorry ma'am, perhaps Miss Bingley can provide you with a history of recent events." Caroline Bingley entered the room looking wan and tired, "Please sit down. I will tell you what is known." After some minute's account of both elopements followed by questions and speculation, she concluded, "... and I understand Darcy to be enroute to Glasgow to intercept his sister." Mr. Collins was greatly disturbed. There followed a long diatribe concerning the injustices put upon the de Bourgh house. Some regret was also expressed by Charlotte for the Pemberley household, especially the burden placed upon Elizabeth for the actions which had occurred while Darcy was absent.

Mr. Collins concluded, "At least you have derived from these circumstances the privilege of residence at the magnificent de Bourgh Manor. May we attend to Lady Catherine?" "The Lady does not possess the strength, I fear, for a visit of much length," Caroline cautioned, "however, her spirits may improve by your presence." They were shown to a large bedroom. Lady Catherine was propped upright in bed, but was evidently still distraught.

"Dearest Lady, may we enjoin your grief and replace it with our profound sentiments of goodwill and forbearance," began Mr. Collins. "If we had but a preview of these events or news of their execution, we should have flown here with unabated haste."

" Yes, yes, but what is being done to recover them?" she replied. "Am I to be abandoned in my last years without relations or civility? Is this my reward for years of provision? It is not to be borne!"

"My Lady I can assure you that all energies are disposed to their discovery. And if they not be successful, Mrs. Collins and I would be most enraptured to provide for your care and entertainment."

Lady Catherine put it to them directly, "And to what length will your attentions be sustained if the Manor is lost? This new law will deprive me of my settlement of 50 years!"

Mr. Collins was taken aback " Such a disaster is surely unthinkable. Your patronage of this community has endeared you to all who reside in Hunsford. They will support you as long as I am a clergyman in this parish."

"Which may not be long," sighed Lady Catherine as she sagged back into her pillows convinced that the diffidence of idiots was to be her destiny. "I must rest now. Thank you for the pleasure of your company." With that the conversation ended and the Collins were forced to retreat downstairs.

"It is a sad course of events, " Charlotte observed to Caroline, "If this threat to Rosings be not imagined it will affect many families in the vicinity. Perhaps a change of venue would lift her spirits"

"Yes, I have suggested London. She seemed receptive to the prospect of appealing the Writ of Confiscation now before the House of Lords. But I doubt she has the strength to endure a long campaign or bear further disappointment," lamented Miss Bingley. Caroline herself, was out of sorts as well. She was depressed and impatient to leave Rosings. Her depression could be explained by the abatement of her growing affection towards the Colonel. Her impatience came from being caught between the imposition of elderly pride and the selfish actions of young lovers. She must soon depart this place or become even more intolerant of those seeking happiness.

The Collins bid farewell and suggested that they return on the morrow with news from the community. Lady Catherine was always interested in the local developments. Charlotte was exhausted as they reclaimed the carriage put at their disposal for the return trip to their residence. Not a word was spoken. When they had left for Rosings Mr. Collins was anxious to repair the neglect of his garden and spoke of it at length. But now, he had been so decimated by the turn of events that he said almost nothing. Clearly the stability of his existence had been threatened with little opportunity to influence the outcome. And what of herself? Would not the fall of Rosings portend an end to her complacency with Mr. Collins? Despite her vows could she suffer the consequences without resentment for her discomfort? And could she provide family to a man whose parenting ability was suspect at the very least? Perhaps a change could open pathways between them yet to be discovered.

As they reentered the Hunsford dwelling, passing through the hall, Mrs. Collins was met by the housekeeper, "Ma'am you have a visitor. A young lady. She is in the parlour. Although it had been many months since Elizabeth's wedding, Charlotte recognized her at once. It was Georgiana! She was somewhat disheveled in appearance and apparently distressed, "Oh, Mrs. Collins may I impose upon you to take me to see Lady Catherine?"

Chapter Eight

"Miss Darcy are you aware that most all of your relations are seeking your whereabouts? We supposed that you had left the country," admonished Mr. Collins.

"Richard and I are just now returned from Plymouth. Miss de Bourgh, Anne, requested a means of travel to meet her fiancee, Colonel Fitzwilliam, to thus enable their departure. Consequently, we postponed our sailing from London. We subsequently discovered that a general military alert had been issued for Captain Denny which necessitated hiding by day and travel only at night," she responded. " I have a letter from Anne which I promised to deliver personally to Lady Catherine. After that we must make our way to the coast and ten days hence are planning to leave England forever."

"But your dear family..." Charlotte objected.

"Yes they are dear to me, but Richard and I will be a family as well, " Georgiana was resolute. Seeing that argument was futile and cautious of causing further adversity, they acquiesced to escorting her to Rosings the next day. In the mean time Charlotte secretly wrote a letter to Elizabeth informing her of the developments and delivered it to the housekeeper for immediate posting once they were out of sight.

Caroline Bingley was excited to see Georgiana but was outraged at her decision to continue with the elopement. Georgiana was patient, insisting on her course in life, that she had a right to create her own happiness. Eventually, she was shown to Lady Catherine's room. The elder woman reacted immediately to her entrance and demanded to know what role she had played in the disappearance of her daughter. At that point the door closed. Caroline and Charlotte could only imagine the letter's content as the sounds of censure soon changed to sobbing. Then a hush fell over the room. After 45 minutes Georgiana emerged, shaken from the experience, and requested a brandy.

"Is Lady Catherine well?" Charlotte asked. "Does she understand Miss de Bourgh's reasons for leaving?"

Mr. Collins was quite agitated, "I should attend to her and provide the comfort of a church blessing."

Things were not going well for Captain Denny. It had been agreed that he would proceed to London to secure passage on the "Merryweather" bound for Lisbon on the 17th. This was the first leg of their intended voyage to escape possible pursuit. He would then return to Rosings for Georgiana once she had delivered Anne's letter. What he had not counted upon, however, was the surprise encounter with the militia at a nearby pub. Traveling by night he had reached London, located secure lodging until morning and then paused for food and drink at a local tavern. Even then he would not have been noticed except for his decision to join a man slouched over the table, thinking it would provide disguise from attention. Despite several pint glasses about testifying to an inebriated condition, the man straightened when Denny sat down. It was Charles Bingley! The two stared at each other for sometime before speaking, "Captain Denny, I believe. Did Jane send you to take me home?" Denny was puzzled. "Don't look so surprised. I know that all of you are aware of the mess which I have created in the Commons. I have condemned Lady Catherine to a state of homelessness."

Captain Denny was not about to expose his mission to those not yet informed, hence he decided to play along. " You should not cast blame on yourself, I am sure you were of good intentions."

Bingley was determined not to accept any excuse, " I have heard it said that 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions'... If only Jane would forgive me, I could then face Darcy."

"But why should she not?" countered Denny. "Would you not do the same for her? And if you were in her place would you not wish to console her and understand her motives? Is your friend Darcy also not a just man? Why should your mistake bring an end to the friendship. Has he never caused grief to someone as formidable as Lady Catherine?"

The arguments sounded encouraging to Bingley, "Perhaps you are right. If you could help me to my room at the Hampton House, I will prepare myself for the trip home tomorrow."

They left the Inn with Denny supporting Charles, at times staggering under his weight which was often propelled in random directions. It was this behaviour which called attention to three militia also exiting from the establishment. Their offer of assistance to Denny resulted in recognition by an infantryman of former acquaintance. After a brief scuffle, Denny was forced to flee, leaving Bingley to find his own way home.

Elizabeth had not slept well in many nights. She longed for the situation of Georgiana to be resolved. William was absent again and she wished him to be with her. Word of the new threat to Rosings and Bingley's role in it had reached her the previous day. At first she was outraged that he could have been so insensitive for the sake of his own advancement. But it was so unlike his usual behavior that she was certain of extenuating circumstance. Besides the thought of Lady Catherine inconvenienced, despite her kindness to Kitty, was not wholly without justice. However, she dreaded any idea that this could lead to a residence at Pemberley. Jane, on the other hand, was so concerned over Lady de Bourgh's plight that she never mentioned the part her husband had taken in it.

It was unfortunate that two expresses arrived at Pemberley at nearly identical moments. Lizzy, hoping for word from William, opened first the letter posted at Newcastle. It read:

"Madam, an accident has occurred on the road near Dunbar in Lothian. Mr. Darcy was thrown from his horse and has been taken by cart to the Edinburgh infirmary. At this time the extent of his injuries is not yet known, but prior to his discovery he apparently lay in a basin below the trail for many hours."

"Oh God no!" gasped Elizabeth. "I must attend to him at once!" She hastily pocketed both letters, called for a carriage and ran upstairs to pack some essentials. Upon the rapid departure she directed Thomas to send word to Jane. Within fifteen minutes the carriage was on the road headed North. The second letter from Kent had not been opened.

Chapter Nine

Following two days of hard travel, Elizabeth arrived in Edinburgh. She had hoped to stay with Lydia in Newcastle for a brief respite during the traverse but received word that the entire party was now in Scotland. Upon her arrival at the infirmary a nurse escorted her to Darcy. He was conscious with one leg wrapped in a splint, several bandages around his midsection and a bruise still evident on his forehead. He was conversing with a doctor as she burst in, "William, thank God you are alive!" She rushed to embrace him as he grimaced with the pressure of obviously tender ribs. Tears welled up as the relief of finding him could not be held in abeyance.

"Dear Lizzy, I am of good health, except for a leg broken in two places. My horse stumbled and I remember briefly flying to earth. My next account is of waking in this room. The gentleman who is responsible for transporting me here sent you the express, and he has tended to the horse. It was an unfortunate accident and I apologize for the distress and inconvenience to you. But what news have you of Georgiana? The Wickhams' had left Newcastle when I first arrived there. Their party was on the way to Edinburgh according to the housekeeper."

"I have little to relate on that score." She responded and then described the incidents in Parliament. After some thought, William answered, "I cannot believe Bingley was responsible for this importunity without coercion. I must make some inquiries to ascertain why Rosings is considered a candidate for confiscation. Has Lady Catherine made her views known?" Elizabeth was reminded of the second letter from Kent. She quickly retrieved it and upon opening exclaimed, "Good God, Georgiana is at Rosings!" She handed Darcy the letter from Charlotte. After a quick perusal he sat upright, "the 17th is less than a week, we must be off at once." The doctor still within the room now stepped forward, "Mr. Darcy I would not advise the rough ride of a hasty journey in your condition." Darcy grimaced as he tried to lift himself off the bed. Elizabeth interjected, "Perhaps I can secure a boat of some kind in Leith. We could sail to London within a few days." The doctor shrugged and William smiled, "You are right! We just might make it then." After a few minutes Lizzy was on her way to the Port of Leith to search for any available vessel.

"Aye, she does not look like much, but for o'er 20 years I have fished these waters in her. We 'ave been to London now two years past," was the grizzled old man's offer. " I imagine she's the only boat in port, what with the fishing season at hand. We can be ready by first light on the morrow." Although she was not favorably impressed with the apparent condition of the boat, Elizabeth was grateful to have secured passage for them. It remained for her to return with the news and prepare William for transport to the docks. As she walked through the cluttered streets little attention was paid to the ominous clouds forming above. It was difficult to negotiate a pathway through the construction equipment and building blocks for the new Waterloo Place in the fading light of late afternoon. However, she looked forward to a night with her husband.

The morning gloom was accentuated by a heavy mist. The fisherman had greeted them with long heavy coats, boots and slippery hats. The thirty foot scow now had several containers of provisions and boxes were stacked in front of the tiny cabin to give Darcy a seat with his leg propped up. The boat stank of fish and the well worn planks creaked constantly as they pulled out into the harbour. The silence of the early morning was broken only by an occasional coo of a passing gull. As they drifted out from shore the cold dampness made Lizzy thankful for the heavy coat and she huddled next to William. He was in some discomfort but kept a reassuring smile whenever Elizabeth looked at his face to check his condition. They drifted quietly with the current as the shoreline cliffs of the Firth of Forth occasionally could be made out looming in the mist.

Elizabeth's thoughts drifted as well in the dreamlike setting. She wished they could have had time to find her sister Lydia and Wickham, and uncovered the identity of their mysterious "mutual friend." The carriage and horse had been sent back to Pemberley. She wished they could have traveled by road for she was not fond of the sea. As a young girl she remembered several trips to Brighton, but aside from the shoreline beauty, never indulged in water sports. The boat was gaining speed now as she turned to the old man, "How long until we make the sea?" The fisherman was sipping ale when he glanced at Lizzy. He too was wearing heavy clothing, his face nearly covered with eyes set on a distant yet unseen milestone. "Won't be long ma'am. The current 'ardly demands a sail. We may do well without one once the sea current is felt, I expect a bit o' weather to be bothersome." Indeed, the morning mist had turned to light rain and the boat began to pitch somewhat signaling open waters ahead.

"Darling are we assured of the right course? " she inquired of William. "We must trust a man who knows the sea" was his reply. "No, I mean to say, are we convinced that Georgiana has no chance at happiness with this elopement? Perhaps we are selfish in wanting her to remain in Derbyshire."

"Georgiana does not have the slightest idea of the hardships facing her in a life with Denny," William countered. " Why throw away a position of influence and culture for one of the meanest survival? It is a life without purpose."

"But surely each person should have opportunity to make of life a world of their own choosing. And if this be a mean existence then happiness indeed may be found in daily improvement," she continued. "Industry at any level may benefit mankind and who is to say our lot in life will provide the greatest worth?"

"My dear, the estate of Pemberley provides for hundreds of our people," he answered. "The economy of England is measured by the well being of her men of influence. Surely the policies we decide upon provides the greater worthiness. Industry, indeed may be found at all levels of society, but so can sloth. We are not at liberty to pursue idleness while maintaining the cost of Pemberley."

"Yet the masses are in want. Have we lost compassion for those who are hungry because they are not men of station or influence?" She wished for a solution, "And is Captain Denny of such low demeanor that he may not have potential for some success? Surely his military experience may serve him well in foreign land. And if this match be destined for ruin cannot Georgiana be yet rescued?"

"It is a risk I am unwilling to endeavor upon," William responded with less conviction than he portrayed to her. The boat began to pitch more violently. Sea spray could be felt with every rise and fall of the bow. Rolling waves were now several feet in height as the boat worked its way further from land. The wind swirled with rain hitting them horizontally, square in the face. Between the splashing and howling little else could be heard even the creaking of the boat was drowned out by the noise. Clinging to each other, Elizabeth fervently wished the voyage to be at an end. She tried to see the old man, seeking some reassurance for the menacing situation, but she could not stand with water streaming everywhere about the boat. The mast groaned with every sway as the waves intruded more and more onto their deck. Suddenly, a crash was heard over the din, a six foot section of the port side railing was gone! Elizabeth screamed.

Chapter Ten

Elizabeth was certain that the boat was disintegrating, but William yelled to hang on. He tied the two of them to a large beam at the base surrounding the ship's hold as they were thrown sideways with each rocking motion. The little boat was lost among swells now reaching over ten feet in height. As they were thrashed about with each crash of the bow, it felt as if the timbers weakened. The cabin was the next to go. A huge wave tipped the boat nearly on its side, when it uprighted the tiny structure was missing along with it the old man who had apparently retreated inside. Shortly thereafter the mast broke with the upper piece narrowly missing Darcy before taking more of the boat's siding into the water. The icy wind galed and the sound was deafening. All they could do was hang on and hope that enough of the boat would be left to stay afloat. By evening the storm seemed to subside but the pitching and rolling lasted through most of the night. As morning came they lay exhausted, dripping, chilled through but the boat was still upright and both were grateful to be alive.

Jane heard the approaching horse. It was Charles at last! She ran to the door and embraced him as he entered. "Can you forgive me, Jane?" he began. "I hope sincerely that Lady de Bourgh will not lose her home. All I can offer her is the fact that I have quit Parliament and will do everything in my power to repair the damage to our relationship with the Darcys." He then provided a description of the events leading to his speech before the Commons.

Jane reacted, "Those scoundrels!" But after a moment's pause, "Perhaps they meant well, but were given misinformation regarding the estates." "I have spoken with Lizzy. We both had felt that there must have been extenuating circumstances," Jane reassured. "I am afraid Mr. Darcy is too much distracted with Georgiana's elopement to attend to Lady Catherine's predicament. In fact Elizabeth and William have now left Edinburgh by boat to intercept them in London. Their carriage returned yesterday with a note carried to me by the driver."

"Edinburgh?" Binkley stared blankly.

"Yes we received word from Kitty of a former friend from Meryton visiting Newcastle with an intention to travel to Scotland. We concluded it must be Captain Denny with Georgiana. William was enroute to Edinburgh when an accident occurred. He was thrown from his horse and suffered a broken leg. Elizabeth then joined him with news from Kent that Georgiana was at Rosings intending to depart from London with Denny on the 17th," she finished.

"Good God, what a mess!" he replied. "I hope Darcy has recovered. Tomorrow is the 17th. I hope they make it in time. It is clear to me that I should remain in Staffordshire in the future. But perhaps we should travel to Kent to apologize and explain the consequences of the Writ to Lady Catherine. I believe my sister is still at Rosings; it would be good to see her again."

"I have some other news to keep you near home," Jane offered, "in seven months we shall be a family of three!" They embraced with Charles feeling that he was now where he belonged.

It had been several days since the storm had struck. As the remains of the boat drifted without means of control or propulsion, Elizabeth was becoming forlorn, "Are we to die at sea then?" Despite the tin of biscuits that William had salvaged, they both were thirsty and hungry. "Stay calm Lizzy, I am certain the southward currents will take us to shipping routes near the Thames, or even to the Netherlands," he smiled weakly. "It may be a little longer, but I feel we should see land presently and then be able to determine our whereabouts." The waves constantly lapped against the sides of the slanted hulk. There was little to be seen as far as the horizon in any direction. Aside from the sea there was quiet all around. Nor was conversation much attempted given the difficulty of parched throats. Time past slowly.

Lizzy reflected again upon the elopements. How different the perspective of Colonel Fitzwilliam and Anne de Bourgh, now on their way to America, when compared with Georgiana and Captain Denny's irresponsible actions. Both fled what they perceived to be impossible circumstances brought on by a stifling society. Yet the Colonel had taken a course of action, without regard to the sentiments of Lady Catherine, which Darcy felt was a measure of logical thinking and which would probably achieve a successful conclusion. Captain Denny, with little resource, had acted impulsively, without question, but by a similar plan was doomed to pursuit and inevitable disaster. Was Denny of so little merit as not to be considered worthy of Georgiana? Was there not a course available similar to the one which had raised the status of both Jane and herself to bring him to a gentleman's position of affairs? Could not William help them to achieve a life of happiness under the auspices of Pemberly? Perhaps the experience with Wickham had permanently affected his judgment when it came to Georgiana. Elizabeth was determined to make the situation right if only they recover the errant couple.

All at once Elizabeth noticed a glint on the horizon. It was difficult to make out with the sunlight dancing off the waves. She squinted. There it was, the sail of a ship! "William look!" she shouted. In a few moments the mast of a merchantman under full sail could be seen coming in their direction. They were on their feet, yelling, waving, trying to draw attention to themselves. The ship was moving to the south of their location but was now near enough to make out the three masts with billowing sails. It was a beautiful sight! At last an end to their ordeal! As the barquentine hove to and fro, cutting through the water, Darcy could make out below the foresail her name, "M..R..H..ER", ... "MERRYWEATHER" he informed Elizabeth, relieved to identify any ship. It was now passing near a half mile south of them. Figures could be seen moving about as the ship was making at least 20 knots. As the mizzensails came into view it was apparent that they had yet to be discovered. Jumping and yelling they continued to motion towards the remains of their boat. But the unyielding motion of the ship continued. The ship was now receding from them without acknowledgment. Their hearts sank. The means of rescue was disappearing. The Merryweather had not stopped.

Chapter 11

For Georgiana and Captain Denny passage on the Merryweather was a great emotional release. As they stood on the deck reaching the open sea Denny remarked, "Free at last! The beginning of a life without portent." Georgiana was of mixed feelings, "I trust we are doing the right thing." He squeezed her hand as if to reassure her. Neither noticed the small boat remnant to the north as the voyage progressed.

Charlotte Collins had not received word from Elizabeth as time had drawn near for Georgiana's departure. Miss Darcy had chosen to remain at Rosings to assist Caroline and occupy familiar company. On the night of the 16th Mr. and Mrs. Collins had attended the couple's farewell dinner at the Manor. Lady Catherine had not yet emerged from her room. Nothing had proved remedy for her despondency. Captain Denny arrived, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, was at ease in conversation. "We are so anxious to be at sea. By this time tomorrow the Merryweather will have us underway to Lisbon."

"Captain are you quite sure there are no other options?" Caroline pleaded. "May you not appeal to the Darcys for acceptance of this relationship? I do not believe this action is warranted by the experience of Wickham. Georgiana, you were so much younger then and given your feelings for Richard, Darcy is certain to make some accommodation."

"I am sorry, but if you value my feelings, I would beg for your support in this matter," she replied. "Our course is set. We will pay the price. Perhaps, some day if things change..." But that was the only concession she would imply. Charlotte, however, was determined to know their plan to its end, for she had little sympathy for their pretense of changing lifestyles. "If Lisbon is your destination how will you live in such a country?"

Captain Denny was not completely forthcoming, "But it is not our "final" destination. We will spend only time enough there to secure passage to a pleasing location of English speaking people. I have a distant relation to whom I have sent word of our need for residence. It shall not require a great deal of adaptation."

It was only two hours after their encounter with the Merryweather that the Darcys were rescued at last. Shortly after the ship had receded from view, land was sighted placing them near the mouth of the Thames. A small sailing craft resembling a yawl was then sighted on a direct path to their location. From the sea they were taken to medical facilities in London and after a week's recuperation, returned to Pemberley. With the exception of Darcy's leg they both were in reasonable health. He was able to hobble with help, but was anticipating two months of relative inactivity. Never had Elizabeth been so thankful to be in Derbyshire! It was the following day, when, hearing of their homecoming, the Bingley's paid a visit to the Manor. After each couple's account of recent events, including Charles' sincerest expression of remorse for his actions in Parliament, attention turned to the elopement.

"We were able to determine that Georgiana and Captain Denny were on board the Merryweather," Elizabeth announced. "If not for the storm or a more prodigious current we might have made the interception. It was unfortunate to have come so close without a favorable outcome after all that we had endured. On the other hand if only we had not seen the letter from Lydia, time would then not have been a concern. I imagine by now they have congratulated themselves over a successful escape."

"He is a decent sort of chap, " Bingley proclaimed, "he helped me to realize that coming home was the best thing I could have chosen. It raised my spirits."

"Since when have abduction and desertion become attributes of decency?" countered Mr. Darcy. "And was it honourable to flee without a word or solicitation to the family? I think not."

Elizabeth objected "But he knew the consequence of approaching us at Pemberley. Had he the slightest hope of success it might have been attempted. Could Georgiana have made you react otherwise?"

Jane added, "He is but a young man who admired a girl of poise and beauty. He could not bear to lose her by incurring your objection or wrath. Perhaps we might have given him some post which served both our estates."

"Then you are all against me?" William was frustrated. "No one sees the impropriety of an elopement with Captain Denny? I cannot accept this resolution. I will not give up attempting to recover my sister."

Bingley, wanting to ease the mounting antagonism, suggested, "Might we all visit Lady Catherine? I have word from my sister that Lady de Bourgh is not well and does not come out of her room." Elizabeth, was not of much enthusiasm for such an undertaking, nevertheless, it would permit a paying a call on Charlotte, and hence she supported the proposition, "Yes, William, as reluctant as I am of further travel it is an obligation we cannot escape and the resolution of her situation may serve us all well."

As they were about to depart for Rosings two days hence, when yet another express arrived. It was from her father. It read,

"Lizzy I hope not to alarm you, but your sister Kitty has left Longbourn on her own. Hill discovered her room to be empty yesterday morning without much of her wardrobe remaining. We have traced her as far as Meryton where she secured passage with her aunt and uncle under the excuse of visiting Lady Catherine at Rosings Park. We have had no such invitation, however, and would never have permitted such an imposition on Mr. and Mrs. Philips. Have you had word from her? Your mother has taken ill over the events and has retreated to her room under some distress. I am certain that there is a reasonable explanation to all this and expect it to be unrelated to the recent elopements, but who really knows? Also I do recall a letter arriving for Kitty two days past but have not any idea of its contents or its current location. Please advise at your earliest convenience. Best wishes and all my love.

Father"

"I expect she intends to help Caroline with Lady Catherine, or perhaps the letter was written by Georgiana before their departure," remarked Elizabeth. "It would be like Kitty to attempt an interception on her own."

The trip to Rosings was uneventful. Conversation was often directed to the discussion of alternatives for Lady Catherine. Darcy was anxious to review an account of the past year's expenses. Miss Bingley was extremely receptive to their arrival and especially delighted to welcome Charles and Jane. Lady Catherine awaited them in the drawing room. Once again a discourse of past events was undertaken. Elizabeth was so involved that she had completely forgotten her father's letter nor was the absence of Kitty and her aunt and uncle given any attention.

Chapter Twelve

Lady Catherine remained most displeased with the loss of her daughter and the possible loss of her home. She would not accept any consolation. Darcy had proceeded to the study to review the records left by Colonel Fitzwilliam. Jane seemed more concerned with Caroline's unhappy demeanor than of Lady de Bourgh's situation. Since Charles was unable to submit an acceptable apology to Lady Catherine he retreated to his sister's conversation. Elizabeth suggested that the Collins' be invited for dinner to which there were no objections. At last William emerged from the study to respond to the inquisitive looks about the room.

"It is not good. The business of Sir Lewis is bankrupt. Expenditures at Rosings have exceeded the income for some time. Certain endowments combined with Colonel Fitzwilliam's extrication of Miss de Bourgh's inheritance have left the bank accounts bare," he solemnly reported.

"Surely we can provide some assistance," Elizabeth replied.

"Yes," he answered, "we may cover the cost of the past two months but by next month, I will have difficulty keeping both estates functioning. Perhaps a bank loan against our property in Derbyshire should be the next prospect."

"All is lost then," moaned Lady Catherine. "I am condemned to the streets as a common beggar. It is too much to expect compensation from those to whom I have provided excessive attention these past years. Without purposeful options there is no point to an existence. My life is at an end."

Before anyone could offer objection, the Collins' were announced. Mr. Collins immediately approached Lady de Bourgh with his usual respects while Charlotte moved quickly to Elizabeth.

She inquired, "Did you receive my letter? Miss Darcy and Captain Denny were to depart London the 17th on the Merryweather via Portsmouth for Lisbon. During their stay at Rosings I endeavored to determine their final destination without much success, only that it is a place of 'English speaking people' where Denny confessed that a distant relation resides."

"We received your letter, " Lizzy lamented, "alas, we were in Scotland when it was finally read. An attempt by boat was made to reach London prior to the 17th, but a storm nearly destroyed our vessel. We watched helplessly as the ship sailed past."

Bingley continued with Darcy, "What circumstance do you suppose resulted in the addition of Rosings to the Writ of Confiscation? And is it irrefutable?"

"Taxes, my good friend, taxes," William explained. " Rosings was several years in arrears. Eventually it becomes a burden for the exchequer and the list is made public. There had been some expectation that this income tax would be overturned in Parliament, hence it was unpaid, but little progress has been measured. As to its removal from the list, without a large sum of cash I cannot foresee it. The Writ of Confiscation has become a popular cause of the people. It could, I fear, bring about more trouble for estates of marginal resource."

William then turned to Lady Catherine, "My dear aunt, your are welcome to stay at Pemberley, if that is your desire, in the course of resettlement considerations. Your options in Kent may be limited but we will do whatever we can to assist you in this difficult time." It was now Lizzy's turn to be despondent but perhaps the gesture would be regarded as a measure just as distasteful to Lady Catherine as it was to her.

In the dense fog a small buggy made its way through a town's narrow, winding streets. Only the sound of the deliberate pace of the horse's hoofs echoing off the pavement broke the silence of the morning. Visibility was not more than twenty feet in the cold dampness. Occasionally a distant barking dog could be heard as the vehicle made its purposeful way to a rendezvous. Finally the horse was halted. After a short time a cloaked figure emerged, hesitated, then moved towards another standing in a small alcove of a nearby building. The figures grasped each other, exchanged a few words then exited in opposite directions. The buggy retraced its original path, leaving only the swirling mist and the sound of the retreating equine footfalls.

The visit at Rosings lasted only three days. Most of the party were still recovering from demands of recent events and looked forward to the return to a life of normalcy. Miss Bingley was imposed upon to remain in Hunsford a little longer to help Lady Catherine inventory her possessions and plan the next course of action. Thankfully, Mr. Collins had been helpful in the identification of several nearby candidates for residence, which Lady de Bourgh had consented to inspect. Mr. Darcy had secured the services of an agency to assist in the transfer of facilities including those special servants dear to the mistress.

Although the departure was a generally unhappy affair, Elizabeth and the rest of the travelers were relieved to be on road to Derbyshire. It was only then that Lizzy remembered her father's letter. Retrieving it, she remarked, "I wonder why no mention was made of Kitty's visit. Could father have been mistaken as to their destination? Surely they have returned by now." Although Jane was also curious the absence of concrete information prevented any meaningful conclusion. Darcy remained quiet, lost in thought, undoubtedly of the dwindling prospect of recovering his sister.

They spent the night at the town of Northampton too tired to do much but consume a light supper and retire from the day. Elizabeth remembered her stop at a similar Tavern in Hertfordshire with Maria Lucas over a year earlier when she had met her sisters upon returning from Rosings. It was, perhaps, no less a turbulent time.

By end of the following day the carriage was at last in sight of the manor. The Bingley's agreed to stay the night at Pemberley before reclaiming their abode. The party descended from the carriage and reentered the domicile through the main entrance. As they entered the drawing room, all stopped dead in their path. There, standing by the window was Georgiana!

"I am afraid that you are all long overdue for an explanation, " she began.

Chapter Thirteen

There was a moment's pause of disbelief, then everyone began talking at once. Darcy could not decide whether to laugh, cry or be outraged. "William, your leg!" Georgiana started. "An accident in Scotland, it is on the mend" was his reply. Before Georgiana could offer explanation, questions came from both Darcys and Bingleys.

"What happened to your elopement?" asked Jane.

"I never was eloping," she responded.

"But where is Captain Denny?" asked Charles

"He is onboard the Merryweather with..... Kitty." Both Jane and Elizabeth gasped.

"Kitty and Captain Denny are eloping?" recovering, Lizzy managed to speak. "But why? If she is in love with Denny, why elope? After Lydia's impropriety with Wickham I am certain our mother could have little objection to such a match."

"Unfortunately he is already married," Miss Darcy replied.

"But why are you involved?" demanded William, "Surely they are capable of elopement by their own means."

"They had no resources, their passage to Canada by itself was L500, " she answered.

"If you felt so inclined why could you have not just have given them the money?" Jane offered.

Georgiana continued, "My dear Jane, I am but a girl of seventeen. It is not possible for me to solicit large sums of money even from our own bank. My inheritance is in a trust available only by marriage or eight years hence. However, a woman of society with the name Darcy can do many things without cash, even account for passage on an ocean voyage."

"But why deceive your own family?" Elizabeth added.

"Would you have assisted the process or tried to prevent it? I am sorry to have deceived you and wish it would not have been necessary, but circumstances did not always develop according to plan," she appeared genuinely remorseful. "Let me recount the entire sequence of events."

"It was two weeks prior to the Pemberley ball that Miss Bennet arrived at our home. We had ample opportunity for discussion and soon became friends. She confessed to being in love with Richard Denny but that he had married seven months prior a woman from Liverpool of 8000 pounds inheritance. Unfortunately the marriage was entered into in much haste without the blessings of her family. The uncle took measures to prevent her gaining access to her rightful dowry and hence they were without income other than his military stipend. The strain upon their marriage resulted in frequent dispute and a suffocating existence for Denny. He wrote to Kitty with whom there had been a close friendship for several years. Kitty, in fact, secretly maintained a deep affection for him throughout this period. With the help of Mr. Bingley she had secured his invitation to the Ball."

"Yes, I remember your request," Charles confirmed.

"She pleaded with me for help to resolve his situation," Georgiana continued, "but what was I to do?" After much discussion, it was agreed that I would proceed with Denny to London under the pretense of an elopement. We feared that any other approach to my accompanying him would be thought of as an abduction and result in his arrest." "If you only knew," thought Lizzy. Miss Darcy resumed, "Kitty was to secure passage to join him in London from Mr. and Mrs. Philips, who had expressed some sympathy to her plight, although they were not aware of his marital status. To prevent pursuit, Kitty sent an express to Lydia asking her to indicate that "mysterious acquaintances" were in Newcastle which she would subsequently receive at Longbourn and draw attention to prior to her departure."

"But then at the Pemberley ball her mother arranged for her to travel to Lady Catherine's residence in Kent, and Kitty was consequently without means to reach London," Georgiana reported. "Before the Ball was ended I spoke to Captain Denny to arrange a meeting on the grounds the next day to re-plan our strategy. However, I was then informed that Anne would be at Pemberley for some time. Once we had set out for the rendezvous, Miss de Bourgh confided to me Colonel Fitzwilliam's plan for their elopement. She requested a carriage for the trip to Plymouth for their departure one week hence and was to send word to Rosings upon her arrival there. I was faced with two divergent entreaties so Captain Denny agreed that we should first convey Anne to Plymouth and then recover Kitty from Rosings with enough time remaining for his voyage on the 17th. He was to return the following day once William left the house and arranged for a false message to be sent to the manor to remove Lizzy from the premises. I then sent word to Kitty of our plan. Anne went to her room to mislead Thomas as to her intentions while Richard and I waited under a cluster of trees near the brook until she could slip out without attention."

"The plan went as anticipated until the Colonel arrived at Plymouth with news that William was close behind. We also learned that a general alert had been placed for Denny's absence from duty and spent nearly a week returning by night to Rosings. Sadly, Kitty had already returned to Longbourn when we arrived. In the mean time she had made you aware of Lydia's letter in order to divert your attention," she paused.

" I am greatly sorry for its being the cause of your injury, William."

Resuming, Miss Darcy related, "We then decided to proceed with the original plan. I sent word to Kitty that things were still on course. Denny went on to London to secure positions on the Merryweather. Because I was required to actually board the ship under my credit, it had been planned to slip away to exchange places with Kitty during its port call at Portsmouth. Mr. and Mrs. Philips then returned me to Pemberley."

She concluded, "I apologize for all the inconvenience this matter has brought upon you. It was an attempt to give happiness to two people without hope of reconciliation. In a more prudential light it might have been accomplished by alternative methods but we were limited in options and time was ever forcing us on this path. I hope you can forgive me."

They all sat silently; mostly exhausted and relieved that the ordeal was at an end. Elizabeth spoke first, "Kitty has left Longbourn......, on a ship to Canada......, with a married man....." She sighed. It could be the worst decision that she may ever make. Or perhaps it is the only choice for a happy life. Too bad, we had such hope for improving her place in society."

Jane was also of similar outlook, "Our sister gone. She must now be married in spirit even if it is only in pretense. Why could there not have been another solution? I hope that she will provide a means of contact before long."

William was not so understanding of the activities of his sister, but all agreed to postpone further discussion to the next day. Word was sent to Longbourn with a request that the Bennets come to Pemberley for further enlightenment.

Chapter Fourteen

It was now two weeks since the return of Georgiana. William had resumed speaking to her after nearly ten days of silence. Jane and Charles had returned to their estate. Gradually the episode had begun to meld with the history of one's past experiences and the daily routine was reestablished.

The Bennets had visited Pemberley with the anticipated commotion from their mother, "What will I do without her? She had become my favorite with only the two girls at home. I had longed for a Mr. Bingley to come into her life, even a Captain of the militia, but this! Where did we go astray as parents? What kind of life can they be thinking? Kitty is not a colonialist. How can she survive in such a primitive country? She is lost by a simple fantasy."

Mr. Bennet was somewhat more practical, "It is better that she emigrate to the new world than live with a married man in England. Maybe she will learn some practicalities for which we have failed to provide education. Time will tell if this is merely a youthful adventure or whether their relation will stand forth in the face of challenge. I expect that we shall receive word from her before the season is out. Maybe it is such an attractive place that we shall all move there!"

"Oh, Mr. Bennet," the mother would not have any humor, " can not you see that we shall never see our daughter again! Is Mary to provide my only comfort at Longbourn until you die and I am in residence with Jane?"

"Mother please!" was Jane's response. "We are still your family. You should be content to have frequent exchange with your daughters and your grandchildren. I have wonderful news for you. I had not made it widely known, but in six months you shall be a grandmother."

Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, "Oh Jane, dearest Jane, I could not be more delighted!" For the moment all thought of Kitty was vanquished. Her mother became content with numerous planning activities and the prize of gossip yet to be distributed.

The Bennets departed for Longbourn the following day in a more positive mood. Jane's news had provided the uplift needed by her parents. She was thankful for this but hesitant at the prospect of many subsequent visits with too much advice. Charles was not at all upset, however, and looked forward to shooting with Mr. Bennet.

Lizzy sat on the grass at the edge of the pond in front of the manor. The afternoon was warm as the last days of summer refused to yield to inclement weather. Ducks were still languidly afloat without yet concern of the season. It was a peaceful setting, without interruption, much appreciated by Elizabeth after the recent events. At some distance at front of the building William sat near Georgiana with his leg propped on cushions. It was a lazy time; she leaned back drifting to the prospect of a short nap.

Suddenly a flock of birds lifted from the nearby trees. The rising sound of approaching traffic was heard. Elizabeth straightened, then stood up. In the distance four or five carriages, covered wagons, could be seen moving up the road to Pemberley. In a moment the vehicles were at the entrance with William struggling to his feet and Georgiana moving towards the first carriage. Lady Catherine emerged. As Elizabeth reached the little group, she heard the woman announce, "Well I am here. Please show me to my room!"

But that is another story.

THE END

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