Sleeping Beauty

Prologue

This was Elizabeth's third day at Netherfield. She had come to nurse her sister, Jane, who had fallen ill on a visit to the ladies of the house. During her stay, Elizabeth had longed to peruse the selections in Mr. Bingley's library. Although she was not a great reader, and took pleasure in many things, Elizabeth found that a book kept her occupied at Jane's bedside and she was curious to see what the Netherfield library had to offer. Elizabeth's curiosity was piqued when Mr. Bingley had claimed his collection to be lacking, for she knew it would be superior to her own father's by the mere fact of Bingley's wealth.

Elizabeth was also aware of Mr. Darcy's fondness for the library. Indeed, he spent most of his free hours there, and Elizabeth smiled to herself wondering if this was because the ladies of the house rarely entered that room. For Elizabeth had learned two things during her time at Netherfield of which she had little doubt, that Miss Bingley was determined to have Mr. Darcy for a husband, and that Mr. Darcy was disgusted with her advances. Thus, Elizabeth had heretofore been prevented from visiting the library due to her need to attend her sister, and Mr. Darcy's constant presence therein, as she had no desire to be in his company.

Indeed, Elizabeth had grown to dislike the man intensely. He was the most proud, unfeeling, disagreeable man she had ever encountered. She was puzzled that a man as pleasant and amiable as Mr. Bingley could be such good friends with one such as Mr. Darcy. On the night she first met Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth had overheard him reject her as a dance partner and was repulsed by his pride and conceit. Since then, she had, on more that one occasion, detected him looking at her with a critical eye, no doubt reveling in every fault he noted in herself and in her family, and triumphing at his own superiority.

Elizabeth was certain that the gentleman's sentiments toward her were at least as disagreeable as her own towards him. Indeed, he had clearly indicated his unfavorable opinion of her on the night they met, although she was not sure whether he realized she had overheard him, nor did she care. Since obtaining this excellent information from the man himself on just what he thought of her, Elizabeth had noticed nothing from him that could have changed her opinion of his sentiment towards her. Indeed, in company, he rarely spoke at all and even more rarely to her. He seemed always to be searching for faults in herself and her family and acquaintances, and he often wore a look of disapproval.

Elizabeth had no reason to question her own well-based opinion that Mr. Darcy felt nothing for her but contempt. Thus she was oblivious to the fact that his opinion of her had turned so much that he had grown to admire her. The gentleman himself was shocked and mortified by his own feelings. He found himself watching her, listening to her, and wanting to speak with her. She was different than any other young lady he had known. She did not seek to recommend herself to him by employing the mean arts he had seen so many times over. Indeed, she openly disagreed with him and challenged his judgment and opinions. He could scarcely recall another young woman who had ventured to have an opinion different from his on any subject. She did not seem to care for his good opinion. She was genuine and anyone could choose to like or dislike her, but she would not adapt her character for the benefit of her audience.

Mr. Darcy was also caught by Elizabeth's easy, playful manner. He was impressed by her wit, her liveliness and her spirit, as well as her intelligence. And although he had refused her as a dance partner on the pretense that she was not handsome enough for him, he was beginning to notice that her figure was light and pleasing, and he wondered that he had not before noticed the loveliness of her features, and in particular the fineness of her eyes, which rendered her face uncommonly intelligent. To her, however, he was only the man who thought her not handsome enough to dance with and made himself agreeable nowhere.

Mr. Darcy was so affected by Miss Elizabeth Bennet that he had begun to dream about her on the very night after their first meeting. It was a pleasant dream, and after his disappointment at having awoken from it faded, he chastised himself severely for having it. He had dreamt of her every night since, but scarcely would admit it to himself. Thoughts of her had filled his days as well, but he had more control of his mind during the day, and made every effort to preoccupy his thoughts with other matters.

Mr. Darcy was not pleased with himself for these reflections and was determined not to fall in love with the young woman, as his rational voice kept telling him he could never marry her. It was true that she had no wealth, no connections, and no status, but it was equally true that he did not need these qualities in a wife, as he had sufficient amounts of all three himself. These considerations however, would certainly not be sufficient to defeat a love so strong as he was developing, although he may not yet be ready to acknowledge the strength of his own regard. However he had other objections. Indeed, his greatest objection to the suitability of Elizabeth as a wife, was to her family; particularly, her younger sisters and her mother often behaved inappropriately, and sometimes even her father. Although Miss Elizabeth and her elder sister always conducted themselves in a manner which was beyond reproach he felt that to connect himself with such a family would be highly reprehensible. Nevertheless, he was finding it harder and harder to resist her charms and to his dismay found himself quite bewitched, as he had never been before. In his state of confusion, Mr. Darcy was subjected to the anxiety of knowing she was always present in the same house as himself; and by this, the third day of her stay, he had still not yet decided whether he was more pleased or displeased that she was staying at Netherfield. His heart and his mind were in a constant struggle over Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Chapter 1

Presently, Jane had fallen into a peaceful slumber and Elizabeth knew all the gentlemen to be out and the ladies to be in the drawing room. Thus, she was presented with a perfect opportunity to explore the wealth of books offered by Netherfield's library. Elizabeth summoned a house maid to sit with her sister and gave instructions to find her in the library immediately should there be any change in Jane's condition.

Elizabeth made her way to the library without being detected by the superior sisters. She spent a few moments walking along the shelves, picking up a few volumes along the way that interested her. Not wanting to take all of them up to Jane's chambers, she decided to peruse them there and then select one or two to take with her. Thus, turning to look around the room she saw an inviting sofa facing the windows at the far end of the room. Sunlight streamed in from the window, covering the sofa. Elizabeth placed her pile of books upon a nearby table and, taking the top one from the pile, sat comfortably in the warm sunbeam. After reading for about half an hour Elizabeth's eyes became tired, as she had slept little in the past two nights, while attending to, and worrying about, Jane.

Elizabeth had no desire to leave her warm position as she still wanted to look into the other books she had selected, thus, although she knew she could not fall asleep in the library, she thought she would close her eyes and rest them for a few minutes. Thus, with her book still in her hand, she leaned comfortably on the large pillow at one end of the sofa and closed her eyes. In this position, she could not be seen from the doorway, as the back of her sofa was towards that direction. Within a few moments she heard the door open and close as someone stole softly into the library.

Elizabeth knew who the most likely person to enter the library would be, and had no desire to talk to him. Knowing she could not be seen, she thus maintained her position hoping he would select a book and leave. At length, when he did not go, she thought, 'what if he stays in here to read? Then I shall be trapped.' Thus she was unsure whether she should continue to simply remain still on the chance he would go away or make her presence known and risk an unwanted conversation, from which she could escape quickly using Jane as her excuse; but then how would she explain not making her presence known immediately?

In this state of uncertainty, Elizabeth continued to listen, as she heard the gentleman's footsteps traveling along the shelves. The gentleman, who had come in search of a particular book and upon not seeing it in its usual location or anywhere on the shelves, spied a pile of books on a far table. He strode in that direction to see if the book he desired to read was there. As she heard his footsteps behind her sofa and around the side Elizabeth realized he was approaching her. Just then she heard him gasp, "Elizabeth!"

Chapter 2

The voice confirmed what she already knew, it was Mr. Darcy, and so impertinent was he to use her Christian name! The gentleman quite forgot his book as his senses became overwhelmed by the sight he beheld. There she was, peacefully sleeping, her breathing even, her chest rising and falling with each breath, she was the picture of serenity, surrounded in the glow of sunlight. She was breathtaking. Immediately, he envisioned this same sleeping form in his own bed at Pemberley, with her head lying on his chest, except in his vision, which was not unfamiliar to him, her hair was loose and cascading about her shoulders, and the blue gown that now had the privilege of adorning her lovely form was no where to be found. He shook the thought from his mind, recovering from the sight he beheld in front of him. Gently, he said, "Miss Bennet." She did not stir, she was still hoping he would just leave. He repeated her name two or three times growing louder with each repetition. She was still, but rather amused at the ridiculous situation. Her stillness satisfied him that she was asleep and he said softly, "no, I will not wake you."

Hearing Mr. Darcy's words, Elizabeth was sure he would then retreat from the room. Instead, and much to her dismay and curiosity, she heard him pull up a chair opposite her sofa. She laid still, maintaining her composure, wondering what he was about. At length he began to speak, softly, gently, and very close. She knew he was leaning forward in his chair. "Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth, you are so beautiful." It was all Elizabeth could do to not react to his words. Did he say she was beautiful? She, who had not been handsome enough to tempt him to dance? No, this could not be right. He continued, "how could I have ever suggested otherwise?" at this she was certain she heard him let out a small chuckle of regret, "what a fool I was. I wonder if you heard me. If only I could make you understand that my comment was more about me not wanting to dance than anything personal about you. But, I suppose that is no excuse. I should have danced with you. I wish I had." Elizabeth was certainly trapped now, in a manner that she could never have anticipated. She could do nothing but listen.

Mr. Darcy then, suddenly became quite overtaken by emotion as he continued, "what a silly man I have been to think I could repress my feelings for you, and what a fool I have been to even want to," he was speaking the words as he realized them himself for the first time. Elizabeth was so amazed that he had these kinds of feelings for her, she forgot to wonder, at the moment, at his attempts to repress them. "But I no longer want to repress them. I want to surrender myself to them, to you." Elizabeth was all astonishment, but remained still (an astonishing feat in itself!). Her lover continued his professions, "if you could only know what you have done to me. Never before had I thought it was possible to feel this way." Another short pause, then, "my god, I love you." Elizabeth could barely contain herself at his declaration, and then wondered if this interlude was entirely proper, for either of them. The speaker was little less surprised by his own words. He had resisted identifying his sentiments as love and had now come to the realization much sooner than he otherwise might have.

After taking a few moments to adjust to the sudden realization of the depth of his own regard, which also gave Elizabeth time to collect her thoughts sufficiently to maintain her composure, the gentleman continued, "but what about you, my sweet Elizabeth?" he said, as he brushed a wayward curl from her face. She quivered at the sensation of his touch as his hand barely grazed the side of her face, and, had he just said she was his? Having rescued the curl, he continued immediately, "do you . . . could you ever . . . love me?" Immediately Elizabeth thought, "no, I could not." In spite of the softness of manners he was presently displaying, it cannot be supposed that a dislike as intense as Elizabeth's could so easily be defeated by a few moments of sweet words. After a brief pause, he continued, "you have me quite at a loss. Sometimes you are so lively and playful I believe you must be flirting with me," Elizabeth was shocked at this presumptuous interpretation of her impertinence. How could he believe she would behave so inappropriately? How could he believe it and still love her? He continued, "but then at other times I am sure I detect disdain in your sweet melodic voice, and in the look of your fine eyes, and I cannot bear it. I suppose I deserve your disdain after offending you so. I suppose you did hear my insults about you. That must have been the reason you would not dance with me at Lucas Lodge," then he chuckled softly as he said, "sweet revenge." Elizabeth was amazed that he was capable of laughter, that he actually was in possession of a sense of humor!

Mr. Darcy sat quietly for a few moments as if remembering the events of that evening, then continued, "do you know that I dream about you every night, my love?" Elizabeth's shock was complete, she could not decide what shocked her more, the fact that he dreamed about her or the impropriety of it. "And I think about you constantly every day. How I long to see your lively eyes turned upon me with a look of love, to see your smile and know it is for me alone." Here Elizabeth began to feel sorry for the man, as she knew those wishes would never be fulfilled. He continued, "I wonder if you have figured me out yet. Sometimes I believe I have been too obvious in my admiration, gazing at you whenever we are in company together." Now Elizabeth was surprised at her own misinterpretation of his behavior. He continued, "I have tried to keep the appearance of my feelings in check, but I am unsure of my success, I am certain some have noticed my attentions to you, but have you? I often wonder what goes on in your mind when you see me, what do you see? What do you think of me? Well, for my part, my love, I adore you, and someday soon I will have the courage to tell you . . . when you are awake," he added, laughing lightly. "I will then tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Then I will beg you to be my wife, I only pray that you will accept me. Indeed, I could not bear it otherwise, for my heart is and forever shall be yours alone." Elizabeth was understandably even more affected by these last words, but managed to maintain her stillness. After a few moments of silence it seemed that he had satisfactorily purged his heart of everything he wanted to say. She only now realized that she had enjoyed hearing his compliments and she was unsure she wanted them to end, although his departure would bring relief to her uncomfortable situation.

As Mr. Darcy finished speaking, he gently touched her hand that was hanging limply over the edge of the sofa. She wondered at the exciting warmth that spread throughout her body in response, maybe it was just the sunbeam. The touch was brief however, as Mr. Darcy, having given it some thought, resisted and pulled back. He then leaned back in his chair once again and rested his gaze upon her, knowing he should leave, but not knowing how he would be able to pull himself away.

Just then, the door to the library opened, and Elizabeth became aware of the danger of being discovered as they currently were. She heard a woman's voice, "oh there you are Mr. Darcy, we had quite despaired of you."

Chapter 3

Upon seeing no book in Mr. Darcy's hands, Miss Bingley asked, "and pray what are you doing in here all alone?" as she began to walk towards him. When he noticed her moving in his direction Mr. Darcy immediately arose knowing that he could not allow Miss Bingley to discover Elizabeth. With a final glance at his beloved he met Miss Bingley in her path and escorted her out of the room. She was indeed triumphant to be escorted by Mr. Darcy into the drawing room and was only disappointed that Eliza had not been there to witness it. He was amusing himself by imagining Miss Bingley's reaction if she knew what he had been doing in the library.

When the door closed behind Miss Bingley and Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth immediately sat up, letting out a sigh of relief. After collecting herself for a few moments, and having long forgotten her books, she returned to Jane's room and dismissed the servant girl. The girl returned downstairs and as she passed the drawing room she met her mistress just outside the door. "Lucy, where have you been? We need some refreshment in the drawing room this moment."

"Forgive me Madame, I was sitting with Miss Bennet for a spell . . . "

"Miss Bennet, why? Where was her sister?"

"Why she has been in the library this past hour. She is just returned this moment."

"Well what are you standing about here for, get yourself to the kitchen, girl, this moment."

Miss Bingley was left to wonder whether Elizabeth had been in the library with Mr. Darcy. It was extremely puzzling for she had not met Elizabeth in the hall going to the library, and she had not seen her in the library when she was there. She could only decide that Lucy was exaggerating how recently Elizabeth had returned to account for her own indolence in returning to her duties in the kitchen. Thus, Miss Bingley convinced herself that Darcy and Elizabeth had certainly not been in the library together at all. Then she laughed at herself for having been concerned. Surely Mr. Darcy would not waste his time on that impertinent, presumptuous upstart. Thus, she cackled lightly to herself as she re-entered the drawing room in search of her prey.

Elizabeth opted to dine with Jane in her room; although she wanted to be with her sister, this decision was also prompted by her dread of facing Mr. Darcy. She was afraid her countenance and her color would betray all that she had heard. She could think of nothing else. His words were so kind, so gentle, so sincere, nothing like what she thought him to be. He had regretted refusing to dance with her. He loved her. She could not believe that she had unknowingly inspired such regard in a man of such consequence. Surely, he must be always surrounded by beautiful women of fashion and breeding who sought his attentions. Although, she mused, if they are all like Miss Bingley his resistance was understandable!

Shortly after her return to Jane, the patient awoke and Elizabeth became engaged in attending to her sister and had little time for further reflection on the matter. She was not yet ready to talk about what had happened, not even to Jane.

The sisters dined together in Jane's chamber and there Elizabeth would have been contented to stay for the rest of that evening and indeed, the remainder of her time at Netherfield, just to avoid having to see Mr. Darcy. However, it was not to be, for Jane then reminded Elizabeth of her earlier suggestion that Jane spend some time in the drawing room this evening. Indeed, Elizabeth had thought that morning that Jane might be equal to joining the others for a little while this evening, upon seeing how much better Jane was feeling, and wanting Jane to spend some time in the company of Mr. Bingley. But now Elizabeth was mortified at the prospect of facing Mr. Darcy. Nevertheless, she could not deny Jane's wish to be with Mr. Bingley. So she carefully helped Jane dress and the two walked downstairs together and entered the drawing room.

Jane was received with enthusiasm from Mr. Bingley, who made her comfortable in a large chair close to the fire, and then sat next to her and entered into quiet conversation. When she had entered the room Elizabeth had carefully avoided looking at Mr. Darcy though she could feel his gaze upon her. He diverted his attention briefly to congratulate Jane on her improved health. His sentiments were echoed weakly by the superior sisters. Mr. Darcy returned his gaze to his book, though he did not see a word on the page. Elizabeth thinking a book would be just the thing, looked about the room, but there were none to be had except a pile on a small table next to Mr. Darcy's chair. Elizabeth was astonished to recognize the books as the very same ones she had selected from the library and placed on the table next to her sofa. Mustering up all of her courage, Elizabeth stole over to the table to select a volume, and then returned to her chair. Mr. Darcy's gaze did not stray from his book, but she thought she detected a slight smile at the edge of his lips as she stood close to him. She also noticed that he was reading the very book she had been holding while 'asleep' in the library. Upon retrieving the first book off of the top of the pile without even looking at it, Elizabeth found a chair as far away from Mr. Darcy as possible.

Thus the evening was spent with Jane and Bingley in quiet conversation, Mr. Hurst snoring, Mrs. Hurst playing with her bracelets and rings, Miss Bingley taking refreshing turns about the room and otherwise trying to engage Mr. Darcy's attention, and Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy intently gazing at their open books and mindlessly turning pages, but neither reading anything.

Chapter 4

The next morning Elizabeth felt that Jane was well enough to go home. She was also very anxious to leave Netherfield herself and be free from the constant danger of being in Mr. Darcy's presence. Both sisters agreed, that they had stayed long enough and may be wearing out their welcome. Elizabeth therefore wrote a note to her mother asking her to send the carriage to fetch them. Mrs. Bennet, however, was determined that Jane should stay at Netherfield a full week and wrote back to Elizabeth that the carriage could not be spared and that she and Jane should stay longer if invited to do so. Elizabeth however, was determined to go home and finally talked Jane into asking to borrow Mr. Bingley's carriage. Upon receiving the request however, Miss Bingley pressed them, out of sheer civility, to stay a day longer. She regretted having made the invitation immediately after it was accepted, for her jealousy and dislike of one sister far exceeded her affection for the other, and she was anxious for Elizabeth to be gone. Thus it was agreed that Jane and Elizabeth would leave Netherfield the following morning. Both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were disappointed that they were leaving, but only Mr. Bingley expressed these sentiments.

Mr. Darcy was further disappointed that Elizabeth did not come down for breakfast. Of course, it did not occur to him that she could be trying to avoid him. Indeed, she was determined to spend the entire day in Jane's chambers, she did not dare venture even into the hallway for fear of encountering him. This, of course, was very unpleasant for her as she greatly enjoyed being outdoors, and was in the habit of taking a walk at least once every day. Elizabeth convinced Jane with little effort that it would be better not to exert herself this evening by going downstairs after dinner, so that she could be well rested in the morning to go home. Although Elizabeth wanted to spare herself from another evening of silent mortification, her concerns for her sister were real, and she did not want to risk her taking a turn for the worse. Elizabeth even requested that all her meals be served to her in Jane's chambers. Thus, everything was arranged for her to remain where she was all day.

Spending her day indoors with little employment, Elizabeth had time to reflect on the recent events which had been dominating her thoughts. At first, she had no doubt from the moment of Mr. Darcy's declaration that she would have to refuse his forthcoming proposal when it was made. As she thought about it more, however, she could scarcely decide why she would do so. True, she did not love him and she would not marry without love, but to dismiss him so readily after his tender confessions did not seem right. She realized she had spent but little time in his company, and even less in conversation with him, and that she really knew nothing about him. Certainly not enough upon which to base such a decision. Indeed, all she knew of him was that he was wealthy and reserved, and had a great estate in Derbyshire. Yes, Derbyshire, Elizabeth had an idea. She gained a few moments of privacy while Jane rested and penned a letter to her aunt Gardiner who had spent many years in Derbyshire. She had already written to her aunt with news of the Netherfield inhabitants, however Mrs. Gardiner had declared that although she knew of the Darcy family name and the Pemberley estate, she was not acquainted with and knew very little of that family. Thus Elizabeth wrote,

My Dearest Aunt Gardiner,

I must trust you with a matter of the highest secrecy. I have no doubt I can trust in your confidence. I have stumbled upon some very reliable information regarding a certain gentleman's regard for me. Dear Aunt, just as I had decided to hate Mr. Darcy because of his proud manners, I have learned quite by accident, but on the best authority possible, that he admires me and intends to seek my hand. He has no knowledge of my information. I know you must be curious, but I prefer to save my explanation until I see you in person, nevertheless I must make my request, which I hope you will answer even without further details from me.

As my entire future (and indeed that of my family) may depend upon this man's addresses, I thought it would not be prudent to refuse him based on the very limited information I now possess on his character. Although I will try to continue to learn more about him here, with every opportunity, the purpose of this letter is to implore you to enquire of your acquaintance in Derbyshire of this man's general reputation and character. I admit I do not love him Aunt, and could never accept him unless I did, so I am trying to determine whether I could love him. Indeed, I already feel that I may have judged him too hastily and I hope that my newly found doubts as to the validity of my opinions about him are not merely the result of my own vanity at learning of his feelings for me. And although I know the answer I seek will come primarily from my own interaction with him here, I would feel better if I knew more about him. Thank you, Aunt, for your kind assistance in this matter. Please write soon with any information you have to impart.

Your loving niece,

Elizabeth Bennet

Elizabeth entrusted the letter to a servant with instructions to post it express that very day. Now, she had now only to wait for news. She contemplated how Mr. Darcy's revelation had prompted her to question her ill opinion of him, whereas before, she had not scrupled in forming that ill opinion based on very limited information.

Mr. Darcy had also been affected by his encounter with a sleeping Elizabeth in the library. He had been moved to give in to his feelings for her and his resolve was not shaken upon leaving the scene. To the contrary, he had determined his course, and thus ended his struggles in a most agreeable way. Once Mr. Darcy had determined to ask for Elizabeth's hand, he began, for the first time, to contemplate her response, and found that he had always assumed she would accept him. Now, he became concerned whether she would. He decided to set about the onerous task of discovering her feelings about him, and if they be unfavorable of trying to see if he could win her love. He knew, almost instinctively, that she would only accept him if she truly loved him. Therefore, he could not make his addresses prematurely. Thus, he wisely decided that he would not ask for her hand until he could be reasonably certain she would bestow it. With his course settled and his resolve determined, he anticipated his courtship of the woman he loved, with pleasure.

Chapter 5

Elizabeth remained indoors, and indeed in Jane's chambers all through Saturday, despite entreaties from the superior sisters that she join them for dinner and in the drawing room after. Even Jane had urged her throughout the day to get some fresh air, but Elizabeth was determined to avoid the possibility of a meeting with Mr. Darcy. Consequently, she went to sleep early, as soon as Jane was settled in for the night, but she slept restlessly. She awoke the next morning suddenly, after having a nightmare that she was trapped in a small room with no windows or doors and as she tried to find a means of escape the room grew smaller and smaller. Once she collected herself she realized the dream was probably the effect of having been indoors all day the day before. She certainly did not want to go back to bed, lest she resume the unpleasant dream, and she knew she needed to go out. So, she thought she would enjoy an early morning walk and she wondered what time it was. Her room was still dark but when she opened the curtains to her window she could detect only the faintest glimmer of sunlight. Thus she grew excited at the prospect of watching the sunrise and thought, certainly she would be safe from encountering anyone else at this hour. As she readied herself to go out, the recollection that she was to go home today lifted her spirits further.

When Elizabeth was finally outside she was exhilarated by the cool fresh morning air. She made her way towards the east gardens where she began to meander about as the remaining stars went out one by one. As she made a circuit of the garden and turned the last corner back towards the path from the house she saw a figure coming towards her, who unbeknownst to her was smiling to himself as the recollection of his very recent and very pleasant dreams still occupied his mind. Within seconds she was within but a few feet of Mr. Darcy. She gasped when she saw him, and colored deeply, but then regained her composure sufficiently to utter a soft, "good morning Mr. Darcy," accompanied by a polite curtsey, whilst she wondered whether she could escape his company.

He was just as surprised to see her and said, still smiling, "good morning Miss Bennet, how are you this fine morning?"

"Very well I thank you," she replied, still distressed by his presence.

"And your sister, how does she fare today?" he asked looking directly at her.

"I have not seen her yet this morning, as she was still asleep when I came out, but she has been much improved since yesterday and we are to return home today." His steadfast gaze made her very uncomfortable and she averted her eyes as she spoke.

"Yes, I was informed yesterday that you would be leaving us this morning. I am very glad to hear of your sister's improvement." He was still looking at her, with a slight smile.

"Thank you."

This conversation was followed by an awkward pause, during which Elizabeth moved towards a bench a few feet away and Mr. Darcy followed and sat next to her. She was glad they were not facing each other now, but his proximity to her increased her discomfort nevertheless, and all she could think about was wanting to get away from him. She remained where she was, however, and they both sat and watched as the pink and orange hues of the early morning light began to caress the eastern horizon. The silence was broken by Mr. Darcy, "what brings you out so early Miss Bennet? Or are you normally up and about at this hour?"

"No, not quite this early. I had a bad dream and could not go back to sleep. I thought some fresh air might help clear my head."

"I am sorry to hear you had a bad dream, has the fresh air had the desired effect?"

"Yes, I thank you," by now she felt she had gathered her composure sufficiently to carry on a polite conversation, so she continued, "and you sir, what brings you out so early? I hope you did not suffer a nightmare as well."

"No, fortunately, I rarely have bad dreams," he said, smiling to himself, then added with a quick glance in her direction, "they are, in fact, usually quite pleasant."

She gave him a sideways glance but his eyes were now fixed on the horizon. Then she said, "how fortunate for you. I wonder though at your wanting to abandon such pleasant dreams to come out so early in the morning. I am now quite curious to have the answer to my question which was really only asked out of politeness. However, as you did not answer it directly perhaps you prefer to keep your reasons for coming out so early to yourself."

He smiled at her speech and then said, "I confess I am normally not out this early, but my reason is simple and not at all mysterious. I simply enjoy watching the sunrise, so anytime I awaken early enough to see it I take the opportunity to do so."

They sat quietly as the sun seemingly all at once emerged over the horizon. Elizabeth sighed and murmured, "how beautiful," then turned to her companion and said, "how did you like it?"

Mr. Darcy looked at her for a moment and watched as a light morning breeze gently lifted a few loose strands of her hair and brushed them about her face then said, "lovely," and turned his gaze back towards the horizon, just missing the pink rising in her cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I should return to the house to check on Jane, she will be waking soon and we must prepare for our departure," she said as she stood and began moving towards the house.

Without a word he rose and walked back with her. As they approached the house he said, "do you realize this is the first conversation we have had without arguing?"

"I suppose you are right," she replied, and laughingly added, "we shall have to rectify that the next time we converse."

"I look forward to it."

"You like arguing then? I imagine most people find it unpleasant."

"I enjoy the challenge, I suppose. I find it to be a pleasant relief from the more mundane conversation that is commonly had."

"That is in accordance with my opinion of you, for I never supposed you to be one who concerns yourself with mundane matters."

"Indeed? And pray, what other opinions do you have of me?" asked Mr. Darcy, seizing the opportunity to try to learn what he desperately wanted to know.

"I shall not answer that, for I fear if I do I shall negate the observation you recently made about our encounter this morning, and it shall end in an argument after all," she said laughing.

He was a little disheartened, and said, "your opinions of me cannot be good if you believe they will incite an argument between us."

"Why Mr. Darcy, you never struck me as someone who would place any importance on the opinions of others. Certainly, it cannot matter to a man such as yourself what someone like me would think of you."

"Miss Bennet, I would not wish anyone to think ill of me."

"But if someone does, it is of little consequence to you, is it not?"

"It would depend upon the person who holds the opinion."

"Exactly. It depends upon that person's importance to you. If the person is merely one member of a small, insignificant, country neighborhood with no status or connections, such person's opinion would mean nothing to you. Indeed, if you associate with people who you consider to be unimportant or inferior, you do nothing to solicit their good opinion. Since you do not care what they think of you, you need not make yourself agreeable to them. Instead, you can afford to be quiet and aloof, to refrain from mundane conversation, which you find so unpleasant, and to choose to speak only when you have something to say that will amaze the whole room and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb." By this time they had made their way into the foyer and without giving him an opportunity to respond she said, "excuse me, I must go to my sister," and was soon gone.

Mr. Darcy was left with much to think about as he realized she had given her opinion of him after all.

Chapter 6

Elizabeth and Jane had breakfast with the others, and Jane was, once again received with enthusiastic kindness by Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy spoke not a word to each other except for the exchange of civil greetings. He had been thinking about her earlier words, and longed to talk to her further but there was little occasion for it at breakfast or on the walk to and from the church, and he did not want his conversation with her scrutinized by the superior sisters. Upon returning from services, Jane and Elizabeth departed immediately for Longbourn in Mr. Bingley's carriage. Both were very happy to be going home. They were not received very well by their mother, however their father was happy to see them.

Mr. Darcy was left only with his own guidance as to the meaning of Elizabeth's words to him. As he thought about them, he began to wonder whether his behavior in Hertfordshire had given the general impression that he thought himself superior to the inhabitants, as she had hinted. Upon reflection of his general behavior the past month, he realized that he had conducted himself as she described. At first, he had been shy, but then he did not pursue any of these acquaintances further because his residence in the neighborhood was to be very short and he did not meet anyone who he was interested in knowing better, except Elizabeth. She was correct in saying he did not care what her neighbors thought of him. He certainly did not want anyone to think ill of him, but it just had not occurred to him to consider what the local general opinion of him was. Apparently, he was generally thought of as disagreeable, because he was quiet and reserved. But he had never revealed enough about himself to allow anyone to form an accurate opinion of his character.

At first, Mr. Darcy could only meditate on how wrong her opinion of him was. He was a bit indignant that she had taken it upon herself to judge him so harshly, although he had asked for her opinion. Soon, however, he began to realize how fortuitous Elizabeth's reproof had been. It gave him insight into her feelings and an opportunity to amend them. He could not just make her think well of him he must allow her to see his true nature.

Elizabeth likewise meditated on her words to Mr. Darcy early that morning. She wanted to know how he would react to her reproof. Would he accept the chance she was giving him, or would her words cause him to change his feelings for her? "Well," she thought, with some satisfaction, "he did ask for it." Elizabeth realized that she had the advantage because she knew how he felt about her, and because she also knew her own feelings. She did not love him, nor would she if he did not let her know him well enough to learn if she could. She knew him well enough to know he could never be ingenuine, so she was not concerned that he would display false manners only to please her. She had observed his abhorrence of such behavior in others, primarily Miss Bingley. She only wished him to reveal more of his true self, and she found herself hoping that she would not be disappointed.

The following day, Mr. Bennet's cousin and heir to Longbourn, Mr. Collins, descended upon Longbourn in search of a wife, on the pretense of healing the breach that had long existed between his father and Mr. Bennet. He hoped to exculpate himself of the sin of being to inherit Longbourn, by marrying one of the daughters of the family. The man was such a mixture of conceit and humility that Elizabeth found him amusing. He boasted long about the humility of his abode, proudly expounding on all the comforts offered by his modest parsonage house. He spoke most eloquently and most incessantly about his noble patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, upon whom he bestowed the greatest wealth of compliments. The Lady herself had been so kind and beneficent as to condescend to visit him at his humble cottage and to kindly bestow her generous advice as to the arrangement of his lowly home. Elizabeth and her father were both amused by Mr. Collins, but her mother was thrilled when she realized his intention of marrying one of her daughters. He went from "that odious man" who was to take Longbourn away from her and "turn her out before her husband was cold in his grave," to the "dear Mr. Collins" who was "such an agreeable young man."

The day after his arrival, Mr. Collins embarked on a walk to Meryton with all of the Bennet daughters except Mary. There, they encountered Mr. Denny, an officer who was acquainted with Lydia and Kitty and who introduced a new officer to their acquaintance, George Wickham. Just as they were all standing there talking, Mr. Bingley approached the group to inquire after Miss Bennet's health, with Mr. Darcy not far behind him. Mr. Darcy, who was trying not to look at Elizabeth, stopped in his tracks when he recognized Mr. Wickham and a look of cold hatred crossed his face, which did not escape Elizabeth's notice, and which inspired her curiosity to no small degree. Mr. Darcy's immediate reaction was to leave at once and be out of that man's presence. But that man was with his Elizabeth, and he could not leave him with her. He also thought about Elizabeth's reproof two days prior and felt that if he left her opinion of him would only worsen. So he joined the group just as Bingley was telling Miss Bennet he had been on his way to Longbourn to check on her recovery. After exchanging civil greetings with all the sisters and being introduced to Mr. Collins, Mr. Darcy simply stood still watching as Elizabeth continued her conversation with Mr. Wickham. For her part, Elizabeth was trying to maintain her composure and appear unaffected by Mr. Darcy's presence, lest she betray her information. She found it very difficult to maintain the conversation with Mr. Wickham.

Mr. Darcy could not go so far as to join in pleasant conversation with Mr. Wickham and was therefore foreclosed from conversing with Elizabeth. However, in an effort to show her he could be agreeable he entered into a conversation with Mr. Collins, which did not escape Elizabeth's notice, and which invoked in her an immediate feeling of sympathy for him. So earnest was Mr. Darcy in his endeavor to attend to Elizabeth's reproof that he did not even regret having spoken to Mr. Collins afterwards. Once Mr. Collins named his noble patroness, which was always within a few words of beginning any conversation, Mr. Darcy identified her as his own aunt. Mr. Collins was so overwhelmed by his fortune in encountering the esteemed nephew of the right honorable lady who he proudly served with the deepest humility, and was so generous in his praises of both the aunt and the nephew, with a few compliments thrown in for the cousin as well, that Mr. Darcy was at liberty to attend more to the conversation of Elizabeth and Mr. Wickham than his own. He heard Wickham telling her of his having joined the regiment at Meryton and that his residence in the neighborhood would therefore, he was happy to say, be of some duration. Mr. Darcy was disheartened by this news. Mr. Wickham also looked forward to the stimulating social intercourse he was certain to receive during his stay in Hertfordshire, and Mr. Darcy did not like, one bit, the way Wickham looked at Elizabeth when he said this.

The Bennet sisters were to have tea and visit with their aunt, Mrs. Phillips, who lived in Meryton. Thus, they all walked together towards the Phillipses' home. When they arrived, the younger two girls entreated the officers to join them, and Mrs. Phillips seconded the invitation from an upper window. The invitation however, was refused and the officers departed. Immediately thereafter, Bingley and Darcy, the latter being satisfied that the ladies were now free from the company of the officers, particularly one officer, also took their leave so that the sisters could attend to their visit. After Mr. Collins was introduced to Mrs. Phillips, Kitty and Lydia began talking animatedly about Mr. Wickham. Thus, their aunt engaged them to return the following evening for dinner and promised that her husband would invite the officers, including Mr. Wickham.

Thus, the following afternoon, the five girls set out again with their cousin to the Phillipses. Once there, Elizabeth immediately took the first opportunity to enter into conversation with Mr. Wickham in the hopes of learning the meaning of the cold greeting she had seen pass between him and Mr. Darcy the previous day. To her surprise, Mr. Wickham readily told her of all his history with the Darcy family (his version of which is so well known it need not be retold here), although she did not realize he had left out some important details. Elizabeth was astonished at the history he related. Soon Mr. Wickham's attention was diverted by her younger sisters and Elizabeth was left to her thoughts. Elizabeth admitted that she liked Mr. Wickham, as he had an open and easy manner that she found charming and engaging. However, she could not imagine Mr. Darcy being as horrid as Mr. Wickham had described. And yet, he had told her his story with no ceremony or pretense, and with such simple sincerity, she was tempted to give credit to all of his assertions.

Chapter 7

That evening when Elizabeth arrived home, she was in a state of doubt and confusion, she did not know what to believe and suffered a restless night as a result. She recalled the manner in which Mr. Wickham had told his story, he was so open and spoke with such genuine feeling that she had difficulty doubting him. But then she remembered the quiet, gentle voice of Mr. Darcy speaking to her in the library, the feelings he related then could not belong to a heart capable of such malicious acts. Indeed, even her worst opinions of Mr. Darcy had never contemplated that he could be capable of committing such acts as those described by Mr. Wickham. She admitted that she had only just met Mr. Wickham and it occurred to her that it had not been wholly appropriate for him to impart so much knowledge regarding his personal life to her and after such a short acquaintance. Nevertheless, the history related by Mr. Wickham was in accord with all her initial opinions of Mr. Darcy, which she conceded must have been more accurate as they were formed without the knowledge of his regard for her. Whereas, any change in those opinions could not be objective as they were formed with that knowledge. But had she really been objective even at the beginning of their acquaintance? She had allowed herself to be affected by his initial rejection of her as a dance partner, and now she knew that had been due only to shyness. These thoughts lead to further meditation on his manners. She had been very disappointed that he had not attempted to converse with her during their meeting in Meryton. It had been obvious that he and Mr. Wickham were not on amicable terms, but she was a bit disappointed that his regard for her had not overcome his dislike for the man she had been conversing with sufficiently for him to join that conversation. She had noticed, however, that he had initiated a conversation with Mr. Collins, which was very unlike what she knew of him. She wondered whether his attention to Mr. Collins had been the result of her reproof and she was warmed by the possibility. This only added to her confusion. She did not know what to believe, but she had to learn the truth. Therefore, the following morning she penned a second letter to her aunt:

Dear Aunt Gardiner,

I am most distressed. I have recently received some information regarding Mr. Darcy, but it is of a most alarming nature. He has been described to me as having committed acts of malicious revenge against a young man with whom he was raised almost as a brother, and of refusing to carry out his father's dying wishes of providing for that young man. Of course it is that very young man from whom I have received the information and I know not what to make of it. Dearest Aunt, would it be too much to ask you to add to your inquiries of your Derbyshire acquaintance what is known of Mr. George Wickham and his dealings with the Darcy family. Thank you again and again. I hope someday I can repay the favor of your assistance. I anticipate news from you on this matter daily.

Mr. Bingley continues his attentions towards Jane and I believe his courage is rising. I hope we shall have good news for you soon from that quarter.

Your loving niece,

Elizabeth Bennet.

After posting her letter, Elizabeth took a turn in the shrubbery with Jane and related to her all that had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself the previous day, but she was still not ready to discuss what Mr. Darcy had said to her at Netherfield when he thought she was asleep. Jane was astonished by Mr. Wickham's story and was inclined to believe there must be some misunderstanding. She could not believe that Mr. Bingley's friend could be so horrid or that Mr. Bingley could be imposed upon by him. Elizabeth considered her sister's words, but knew that her sister was always eager to see only the good in people. She also felt Jane might be biased towards Mr. Darcy by her own feelings for Mr. Bingley.

Jane and Elizabeth were summoned from their conversation in the shrubbery by the arrival of Mr. Bingley, his sisters, and Mr. Darcy. The former had come to personally invite the Bennet family and Mr. Collins to a ball at Netherfield the following Tuesday, the latter had seemingly decided to come along merely as a companion to his friend. It then occurred to Elizabeth that if she could contrive to have some private conversation with Mr. Darcy she might learn something more of his association with Mr. Wickham. It cannot be doubted that Mr. Darcy also wanted to have some private conversation with Elizabeth. It was not to be however, as all five Bennet daughters, as well as Mrs. Bennet maintained their presence during the entirety of the visit, and of course, both of Mr. Bingley's sisters were also there. Mr. Bingley had managed to engage Jane in some private discourse in a corner of the room, and Mr. Darcy was quite envious but could not think of a way to be likewise, alone with Elizabeth. He was further distressed as the general conversation revealed that Elizabeth and her sisters had spent some time at their Aunt Phillips' home the previous day in the company of several officers, including Mr. Wickham. Elizabeth watched Mr. Darcy's countenance carefully as Lydia and Kitty gushed to the superior sisters about Mr. Wickham, telling how handsome and charming he was, and she could see he was becoming agitated. Mr. Darcy ventured a look at Elizabeth several times, and once or twice he caught her eye, but she looked away. His perturbation became even more apparent when Lydia said, "And Elizabeth spent above half an hour in a very secretive conversation with Mr. Wickham while the rest of us were at cards. She is such a sly thing and tried to keep him all to herself, I think she quite fancies him."

"Lydia!" cried Elizabeth, mortified, but nothing could be said, for although she immediately turned the conversation, the damage had already been done. She was ashamed at her sister's inappropriate outburst and concerned about the effect of Lydia's words on Mr. Darcy. The superior sisters snickered at each other, and Mr. Darcy stood up and went to look out the window to hide his growing anger and frustration. The thought that Elizabeth should like Wickham nearly made him ill. Miss Bingley knew that Darcy hated Wickham, although she did not know the particulars of their association. Now, she fancied that he was eager to be gone to avoid further discussion of Wickham. Always wanting to ingratiate herself with him, she granted him his escape by standing and calling to her brother that it was time to be getting home. Mr. Bingley was visibly disappointed, but complied. Mr. Darcy could not even look at Elizabeth when he left and only gave her the slightest greeting of departure demanded by civility. She wondered whether this meant he had believed Lydia.

Like Elizabeth, Darcy had been tormented with sleepless nights since his confession in the library, but his thoughts had been less troublesome than hers, until now. He spent the night very unpleasantly wondering about Elizabeth and Wickham. Could she really like such a man? But he knew Wickham very well. His manners were open and engaging and women had always found his charm irresistible. He felt that he had to win her before Wickham could further impose himself upon her. But how could he compete with Wickham's pleasant manners when his were quite the opposite. He longed to know what Elizabeth and Wickham had spoken of during their conversation alluded to by Miss Lydia Bennet. Ever since Bingley had set a date for the ball at Netherfield, Darcy had looked forward to dancing with Elizabeth with eager anticipation. Now even those pleasant thoughts were invaded and marred by thoughts of his worst enemy insinuating himself into the good graces of his beloved, for Mr. Bingley had issued a general invitation to the Netherfield ball, to the officers. Would Wickham dare to attend? Would he pay particular attention to Elizabeth? Would Wickham be able to perceive Darcy's regard for her? If he did, Mr. Darcy had no doubt, Wickham would do everything in his power to charm Elizabeth and poison her against him. He might even try to seduce her and ruin her just to pain Darcy. With such thoughts torturing his mind, Mr. Darcy could not find sufficient peace to induce sleep that night.

For her part, Elizabeth was vexed more by the impropriety displayed by Lydia's outburst than by the words themselves. She wondered whether this further evidence of her family's lack of propriety would affect Mr. Darcy's desire to connect himself with her. Her reflection on the propensity of certain members of her family to behave inappropriately on a continual basis caused her to further wonder whether this type of behavior was what caused his initial inclination to repress his feelings for her. As for the content of Lydia's outburst, Elizabeth felt that although she had not yet settled her feelings for Mr. Darcy, she was not ready for him to believe she liked someone else, particularly his worst enemy. Nevertheless, she was curious to see how he would react to the suggestion that she may like another young man.

Chapter 8

The next four days saw nearly continuous rain in Hertfordshire. There was no visiting from or to Longbourn. All of the inhabitants of the house would certainly have gone mad if there had been no ball to prepare for. One day, while the family was discussing the eagerly anticipated event, Elizabeth, in her usual teasing manner questioned the propriety of Mr. Collins' acceptance of the invitation for his attendance at the ball. Much to her dismay, he responded by soliciting her hand for the first two dances and threatened to dance with all of his fair cousins on the occasion.

The day before the Netherfield ball, Elizabeth received the following letter from her aunt in response to her first,

My Dear Niece,

I admit that I was puzzled upon receiving your letters and look forward to the promising explanation of your reliable information. I only hope that it is indeed reliable and you are not letting your fancy run away with you. I was also glad that you did not allow your prejudices against this young man cause you to dismiss him completely. It does you credit that you realized how little you know of him and sought to learn more. I have done as you asked and have made inquiries to several of my acquaintances in that neighborhood. I sensed some urgency in your letters and so, acted quickly. I have happily received prompt and generous responses to my inquiries, the volume of which, I suppose, being due to the delight people take in gossiping, and the quickness of which I can attribute to not having neglected these particular acquaintances in my correspondence over the years!

Now to the point, the general opinion of your Mr. Darcy is unanimous. He is well known as a good, generous and liberal man. He is revered for his judgment and adherence to principles and morals. He is praised as the best landowner and employer in the area. He has a good head for business, has extensive knowledge of all important subjects, and keeps himself well informed of current events locally, in the kingdom, and abroad. He is also said to be a generous, kind and loving brother to his sister. He and his sister are both known as being very reserved, thus, they tend to keep to themselves. However, they do not neglect their acquaintance in their neighborhood around Pemberley. Nor do they neglect their duties to the poor and sick. When I come to Longbourn for Christmas, I shall bring with me the many pages extolling his virtues so that you may see them for yourself. Naturally, he is much sought after by every mother and aunt with a daughter or niece of marrying age.

Lizzy, when I received your first letter, I immediately dispatched letters to my acquaintances on the same day. By the time I received your second letter, five days later, I had already received a few responses. Upon reading them I realized there was no need to petition again to my friends as all of the desired information was already given. I received information from more than one source, that Mr. Darcy discharged the many debts of his boyhood friend upon that gentleman's leaving Lambton with debts to every local tradesman and even debts of honor. As you may have guessed, that young man was the very George Wickham of whom you inquired. He was raised at Pemberley with Mr. Darcy, had turned out very wild, and indeed has a reputation for unspeakable behavior that it would be inappropriate to repeat here. Suffice it to say that he has developed many unfortunate habits. I would not believe a word of what Mr. Wickham has to say on any subject, including Mr. Darcy. You do not know his motives. I implore you to stay away from this George Wickham and keep your eye on Lydia and Kitty with him around, I do not trust their judgment.

Lizzy, I know that all of this information coupled with Mr. Darcy's wealth and consequence make him a good candidate, and I urge you to consider these inducements; but your own part in this, your study of his character and your interaction with him, must be the determining factor. Yes, he is a good man, and a wealthy one, but be sure you love him before uniting yourself with him for life, for otherwise you will be most unhappy and all of his money and other inducements will not make up for the lack of love. I look forward to meeting your Mr. Darcy and hearing the stories of your intrigues very soon.

Your uncle sends his regards to you and your family.

Your loving aunt,

M. Gardiner

The news related by this correspondence pleased Elizabeth more than she would have expected. She wrote a quick thank you to her aunt, and looked forward to the ball on the following day with increased anticipation. Now that she knew Wickham's true nature, she no longer enjoyed the idea of Mr. Darcy thinking she might like Wickham. It occurred to her how painful it must be for Mr. Darcy to imagine the woman he loves to be enamored by such a man. Her desire to set him right about her feelings for Wickham and alleviate his discomfort far surpassed her curiosity as to how he would behave thinking she liked someone else.

Meanwhile, at Netherfield, on the same day, Mr. Bingley announced to his house guests that he would have to travel to London on business on the morning following the ball, and that he would return within a few days, but he invited them all to remain at his home. Mr. Bingley did not mention however, that he hoped to secure the hand of Miss Bennet shortly after his return into the neighborhood. Nevertheless, his sisters and Mr. Darcy had perceived his admiration for her and had noticed that it surpassed anything they had ever witnessed him exhibit towards any other lady. Thus, Miss Bingley decided to take advantage of her brother's planned temporary separation from Jane, and to make it a permanent one by following him to London, influencing him against Jane as a choice of wife, and keeping him there. Certain that Mr. Darcy would not approve of Miss Bennet as a choice for her brother, she hoped she could induce him to agree to her plan and thought to remind him that he could see his sister, if only he would travel to London.

Miss Bingley, thus took an opportunity during a carefully manipulated private moment with Mr. Darcy, which she initiated by cruelly interrupting him from pleasant meditations about his beloved, to enlist his help in following Mr. Bingley into town and keeping him there. Mr. Darcy was concerned about his friend, he knew that Bingley was in love with Miss Bennet and Miss Bennet did seem, to Mr. Darcy, to accept his attentions but not return his regard. He considered whether his interference would be beneficial to Bingley, he certainly did not desire to see his friend unite with a young lady who did not return his love. Although he did not perceive her to be a fortune huntress, he had little doubt that, even if she did not return Bingley's love, she would accept him for other considerations due to her family's circumstances. Otherwise, Miss Bennet seemed to be a good-hearted, amiable young lady, and she was indeed very lovely. Then he thought about Elizabeth. He was not certain that she returned his own regard either, however, he would despise any man who tried to manipulate him away from her. He would do everything he could to win her, and indeed, Bingley would, no doubt, want to win the heart of the woman he loved as well. He also had no desire to leave Hertfordshire at present. At length he answered Miss Bingley, "I have no intention of interfering in your brother's affairs, or in presuming to know what is good for him better than he does. Let him make his own choices. I am sure he knows what he is about. I intend to stay on at Netherfield and await his return from London in a few days time." As Mr. Darcy spoke these words, he shuddered at the thought of remaining at Netherfield without Bingley, in the company of only Miss Bingley and the Hursts.

"But Mr. Darcy," replied Miss Bingley, "surely you would go to town, if only to see your dear sister. I know how much you miss her."

Mr. Darcy was disgusted by the way Miss Bingley used his sister to try to manipulate him, but it was not a novel occurrence. He only replied, "I intend to see Georgiana very soon. I thank you for your concern, but you need not trouble yourself with such matters."

Miss Bingley was surprised by Mr. Darcy's unwillingness to make the trip to London. Now she was torn between her desire to go with Charles and try to convince him of Miss Bennet's unworthiness herself, and her desire to stay at Netherfield and continue in her efforts to win Mr. Darcy, which in her fancy were becoming quite successful. Finally, she decided to stay. The Hursts being both indolent and barely capable of independent thought, decided to stay on as well, as neither was inclined for a journey into town at present.

Chapter 9

The day of the ball arrived, and Elizabeth had mixed feelings about it. She dreaded having to dance the first two with Mr. Collins, she hoped Mr. Darcy would ask her to dance, and she feared Mr. Wickham would be there.

Luckily, Mr. Wickham was not there. Elizabeth survived her first two dances with Mr. Collins which were mortifying, as he moved in the wrong direction several times. Elizabeth saw Mr. Darcy gazing at her and, now understanding its meaning, was not so disturbed by it as she had been in the past. Indeed, now, she saw a softness in his gaze that she had not detected before, and she was sure he smiled when Mr. Collins made mistakes in the dance. When she was released from her cousin, Elizabeth sought out her friend, Charlotte Lucas, and stood in quiet conversation with her for some time. They talked about Jane and Bingley who were spending almost their entire evening together. The host was indeed, quite neglecting his other guests, much to the very evident dismay of his sisters and to the delight of her mother.

As Elizabeth and Charlotte were thus engaged in conversation, Mr. Darcy approached and solicited Elizabeth's hand for the next two dances. When she gladly accepted, smiling into his eyes, Mr. Darcy rejoiced within, but only bowed and walked away. Charlotte was obviously impressed, reminding Elizabeth that this was the first time since his appearance in Hertfordshire that Mr. Darcy had condescended to dance with any young lady other than his friend's sisters.

As the dance began, both Elizabeth and Darcy were quiet, as both felt awkward and uncomfortable. Darcy knew he should talk to her, but he did not know what to say or how to begin. At length, Elizabeth made a slight observation on the dance. He felt disappointed in himself for leaving her to have to begin a conversation, but made an appropriate response. Then, he thought of when he had seen her in town and asked, "do you and your sisters often walk into Meryton?"

She answered in the affirmative and her curiosity won over any desire she may have had to spare him from an unpleasant conversation, and she added, "when you met us there the other day, we had just been forming a new acquaintance." She said this in the hopes of eliciting some information from him regarding his association with Wickham and with the hope that the conversation may lead to an opportunity for her to clear the air about Lydia's remark, but she thought he would rather try to avoid the conversation.

To the contrary, he was pleased and hoped to provide her with some enlightenment as to Wickham's true character and perhaps learn whether she did indeed have feelings for the man. He therefore responded saying, "Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his making friends - whether he may be equally capable of retaining them is less certain."

"I never said he was my friend Mr. Darcy. Indeed, I have known him only a week and have only met him twice." She said this with the intention of diffusing any effect Lydia's remarks during their previous meeting may have had on him.

These words relieved Darcy quite a bit and he could not prevent a slight smile from forming on his lips. She noticed this and decided she had been successful. Then she continued, "I agree with your assessment that his manners are very agreeable and conducive to making friends, but I saw nothing in his manner that would betray an inability to keep them."

"Suffice it to say that I have known him very well for a long time. Enough so to know that he is not what he seems to most people upon their first acquaintance with him."

Just then, they were interrupted briefly by Sir William who made an observation on Mr. Bingley's attentions toward Jane and voiced the general expectation of their upcoming engagement. Mr. Darcy was sufficiently satisfied with her previous speech as well as the extent of his disclosure to not want to continue that line of conversation. Despite his curiosity regarding Elizabeth's conversation with Wickham, he would prefer, at present, to spend his precious time with her on more pleasant subjects. Thus, he welcomed the interruption as an opportunity to attempt to gain information that might put his fears regarding his friend to rest. After Sir William left them, he observed, "my friend seems to enjoy the company of your sister very much."

Elizabeth was still curious about Wickham and was a little disappointed to lose that line of conversation, but the one he chose more than compensated for the loss. She replied, "yes, I believe she is very pleased with his addresses." Elizabeth told Mr. Darcy this purposely, hoping he would relay it to his friend, and that it would serve to encourage him, for Charlotte had noticed that Jane did not openly reveal her regard for Mr. Bingley.

"Indeed?" replied Darcy, "I have found her countenance little affected by his addresses."

Again, Elizabeth felt Darcy might be speaking on behalf of Mr. Bingley, communicating that gentleman's own doubts regarding Jane's feelings, when she responded, "she is very reserved and even-tempered by nature, Mr. Darcy, I can assure you she very much enjoys his company." Then it occurred to her that Mr. Darcy might think Jane to have mercenary intentions.

"I am glad to hear it," he replied, putting Elizabeth's mind on the subject somewhat at ease.

They spoke little during the remainder of the dance, but each enjoyed the other's company. Mr. Darcy was delighted to be dancing with her. His feelings were stirred with every touch of her gloved hand. He maintained a steady gaze on her face whenever the dance would allow it, which she returned with a slight blush. Meanwhile, Elizabeth was contemplating her discovery that she was enjoying Mr. Darcy's company very much. She also began to notice that he was very handsome and had a most pleasing figure.

As they left the dance she found that she did not want to lose his company, and apparently, he felt the same way. They stood together and began to speak about various topics, each wanting to learn more about other. At length, Mr. Darcy inquired as to Elizabeth's taste in books. She blushed at this question and seemed to detect a smile on his lips. She only said, "I am sure we never read the same," then she remembered him reading the same book she had been reading at Netherfield, and added, "or not with the same feelings."

He replied, "I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case we may compare our different opinions."

"Very well," she replied, following with an inquiry as to his opinion of that very book, which happened to be a novel.

Now it was his turn to blush and he told her that he had indeed enjoyed it very much.

She was surprised that he had read the entire thing. She did not think he was the type that would read novels. Then she said, "I must say I am surprised that you would read a novel. I confess that with regard to that particular book, you have an advantage over me since I have never finished it. Although, I did start reading it and I was very pleased with the beginning."

He blushed again as he recalled her laying on the sofa in the library with the book in her hand. He replied, "then I would not want to ruin the ending for you by disclosing any more, but I would like to know what you think of it once you have finished reading it."

"If I ever do, perhaps we can discuss it again," she said smiling.

They were not, however, left to their own devices for long before their discourse was interrupted by Miss Bingley who managed to engage Mr. Darcy's attention on the pretense of requiring his advice on the arrangements for supper. At first, he answered her entreaties curtly hoping to dismiss her, but she persisted in her resolve and insisted that she required him to accompany her to the dining room where he must see things for himself, before his advice could be useful. The always gentlemanly, always polite Mr. Darcy was obliged to go with her and reluctantly followed her with a quick, "I shall return in a moment," and a bow, to Elizabeth who immediately thought with a laugh, "not if she can prevent it."

Elizabeth immediately began to search out someone to talk to, probably Charlotte, when she was accosted by Mr. Collins who approached his cousin to gush about her many virtues. He had not gotten beyond her graceful mastery of the dance when Mr. Darcy returned to her, obviously disappointed at her companion. Mr. Collins was now experiencing the keenest fortune in being given, yet another opportunity to bask in the delightful company of the nephew of his esteemed patroness and was quite perplexed with his current dilemma which was, of course, upon which of these two deserving persons to bestow his plethora of laurels. A choice between the woman he was courting and the nephew of the center of his universe was indeed an onerous one. His decision was quick, however, and he immediately abandoned his praises of Elizabeth, the woman he would, the next morning, profess to be violently in love with, in favor of bestowing them on Mr. Darcy, who bore with solicitude the effusions spouted by the humble recipient of the beneficence and condescension his aunt, for the next quarter hour. "Mr. Darcy," he began, "allow me to relate to you how keenly sensible I am of my fortune in the present opportunity to enjoy the honor of your company. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of myself and my dear, fair cousin," with a smile to Elizabeth dripping with sweetness, "for I am sure she would not object to me speaking for her, that we have intruded on your most esteemed notice once again. And I thank you again and again for the attention you are so kindly bestowing on us at this time for we are undoubtedly undeserving of the honour of your presence in such an intimate manner. However, I am certain that my own relationship with your kind and beneficent aunt is certainly in my favor. And let me also add that I am most happy to accept your compliment to myself as your venerable aunt's most humble servant in having shown my dear cousin Elizabeth the kind attention of singling her out as a dance partner. Indeed, I could not have asked for a more kind expression of your approval."

Luckily, Darcy and Elizabeth were both preoccupied with thoughts of each other and did not hear much of this speech or what followed. There really was no need to keep up with the conversation as Mr. Collins maintained it quite well on his own.

Finally, the entire party was soon called in to supper. Mr. Darcy offered Elizabeth his arm (which Mr. Collins undoubtedly also took as a compliment to himself) and found two - and only two - seats together near Jane and Mr. Bingley, thus Mr. Collins found a seat next to Charlotte Lucas, for whom Elizabeth felt no small amount of pity. Mr. Darcy, being engaged in earnest conversation with his beloved, failed to take notice of the many improprieties displayed by her own relations during the remainder of the evening. It is doubtful, however, that his sentiments for her would have altered even if he had noticed.

The Bennet family was the last to leave Netherfield, and Mr. Darcy lingered with the host and hostess until they were on their way, although the Hursts had long ago retired. Once the Bennets had departed, Miss Bingley said, "good riddance, finally we have peace. It was so kind of you, Mr. Darcy, to stand by with Charles and me as we sent away the last of our guests." Mr. Darcy simply bowed to her and retired to the study, where Charles joined him shortly thereafter and poured them each a drink.

"So how did you enjoy your evening Darcy?"

"Very well, thank you, Bingley, and you?"

"I had the best time of my life, I cannot remember ever having a more delightful time or enjoying more delightful company."

"Indeed?" asked Darcy smiling, "and pray is the fair Miss Bennet included in that delightful company?"

"Is she not an angel Darcy?" replied his friend, "but do not believe I was so enraptured as to not notice your attentions to her sister Miss Elizabeth."

"Yes, I spoke to Miss Elizabeth on your behalf and ascertained that Miss Bennet is indeed pleased with your attentions," replied Mr. Darcy, wanting to impart this pleasing news to Bingley as soon as possible, as well as to deflect the conversation away from himself and his Elizabeth.

"She is! How wonderful, this is pleasing news indeed, and from her own sister, it cannot be doubted. Thank you Darcy, you are a true friend," then more seriously, "I was afraid you would object to my choice. Caroline does not approve and she was sure you would agree with her."

"I only want your happiness Bingley and from the look on your face when you speak of Miss Bennet I believe that will be imminent if you stay your course."

"I only wish I did not have to depart for London in the morning. But I shall soon make my addresses to her upon my return."

"Then I assume you will be at Netherfield for some time?"

"Yes, Darcy, and I do hope that you will stay on with me, until my wedding, I would so appreciate your presence and advice during the upcoming months."

"I miss my sister Bingley, I will stay if you will agree to allow me to invite her here for a visit."

"Of course Darcy, you scarcely need ask, you know Miss Darcy is welcome here."

Mr. Darcy had been hesitant to invite his sister into Hertfordshire because of Wickham's presence there. The man had tried to induce his poor innocent sister to elope with him the previous year, when she was only fifteen years old, in the hopes of securing her dowry of 30,000 pounds. After giving it some thought he felt he could effectively avoid a meeting between Georgiana and Wickham, and his desire to have his sister meet his beloved Elizabeth won out.

In the carriage to Longbourn, following the ball, the conversation was quite different. Elizabeth was stuck sitting next to her cousin, Mr. Collins, who knew not how to hold his tongue for two minutes together. Meanwhile, Kitty and Lydia were chattering on the opposite seat about all the officers with whom they had danced. Her parents and Jane were in another carriage. Elizabeth was trying to reflect on all that had passed between herself and Mr. Darcy, when she heard her cousin say, "I noticed you spent some time with Mr. Darcy this evening cousin Elizabeth. Although I am certain his attentions to you were made as an act of kindness to myself, which is due to my relationship with his noble aunt, I am concerned that others may have noticed the amount of time you spent with him. I know that you are eminently skilled in the arts of social intercourse but I should urge you not to compromise your reputation by spending so much time with a man who is engaged to another."

"What?" gasped Elizabeth, betraying more feeling than she should.

"Indeed," said Mr. Collins, with a triumphant smile, "Lady Catherine has told me herself on several occasions that Mr. Darcy is soon to marry her daughter Anne."

Elizabeth was speechless, which was perhaps to her benefit since her next sentence may otherwise have been, "but he loves me!"

Chapter 10

Elizabeth was in a whirl of confusion as she lay awake in her bed that night. She did not know what to think. Could Mr. Darcy be engaged to his cousin? No, for he had told her, albeit while he believed she was sleeping, that he intended to ask her to marry him. But it must be true, surely Lady Catherine would not spread such a rumor about her own daughter if it was not true. Perhaps Mr. Collins could be mistaken. But it was unlikely that he would mistake anything said by his noble patroness. Nevertheless, that was the most satisfying and probable conclusion, and at length, Elizabeth managed to close her eyes.

The very next morning, Mr. Collins proposed to Elizabeth, and refused to believe her clear and unequivocal rejection. Her mother insisted that she accept the man, but her father insisted that she maintain her refusal. Finally, Mr. Collins became indignant and accepted an invitation to dine at Lucas Lodge, thus, he was soon gone from Longbourn.

Elizabeth, to escape her mother's anger, went on a long walk beyond Longbourn park and the surrounding woods. She walked towards a small clearing at the edge of a brook that ran along the border of her father's estate. As she approached, she noticed a horse tied to a branch, grazing, and then, on the ground leaning against a tree, the form of a man tossing pebbles into the brook. She had just enough time to take in his presence when he noticed her.

"Miss Bennet," said Mr. Darcy, startled out of his reverie.

Elizabeth wondered what he had been thinking of, but only said, "Mr. Darcy."

By now, he had stood up to greet her properly.

"How do you do on this lovely day?"

"I am afraid," she laughed, "that I have had better days," she was still uncertain how to approach him after the news she received last night, but was determined not to give credit to assertions that she had not yet verified, especially considering that the source of that information was a very stupid man. He, in turn, had rather hoped that her mood would be heightened due to his attentions to her the night before.

"What troubles you?" he inquired with feeling, and then he immediately wondered whether the question had been appropriate.

"I am sure you do not want to concern yourself with my troubles Mr. Darcy."

"To the contrary Miss Bennet, I will be happy to assist you in any way I can, even if it be only as a listener."

"I am afraid, sir, that my mother is most displeased with me," Elizabeth could not believe she was confiding this in him.

"And what has caused her displeasure?"

"It is a sensitive matter, sir, about which I am not at liberty to speak."

"Very well, do you feel she is justified in her feelings?"

"No, I do not believe my behavior to have been ill judged, however, I can understand why she feels that it was."

"Why is that, if you are at liberty to disclose her reasons."

"She has only my best interests at heart."

"That is the best reason for any sentiment she may have when it comes to a daughter, is it not?"

"I only disagree with her on a particular point of what will be best for me."

"And what is the particular point, if you are at liberty to say?"

"My own future," replied Elizabeth smiling at the gentleman's look of perked interest.

"Your mother is justified to be concerned about your future is she not?" he asked, looking away and throwing another pebble.

"Yes, but on a particular matter that will affect my entire future, she feels that one course of action would be best while I am convinced the opposite course of action is required for my own happiness."

"As much as I admire your mother's concern for your future well being, I believe that you are the best judge of your own future happiness."

As he said this, Elizabeth wondered if he had guessed at what had occurred to bring on the present discussion. "As do I, Mr. Darcy," she said, as she held his gaze. Upon breaking away her eyes, she turned her glance towards the path to her house.

Mr. Darcy noticed this and feeling that she may be wanting to go home but not wanting to relinquish her company asked, "may I walk you home Miss Bennet?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Darcy" replied his beloved quietly.

The gentleman thus led his horse by one hand and offered Elizabeth his other arm, which she accepted although she did not need it. She could feel the strength of his arm beneath his coat and she was pleased with the sensation. Mr. Darcy, on his part, was simply delighted to be in her presence and it was almost too much to have her touching him.

Now, Elizabeth attempted to elicit the information from him that she wanted, by saying, "Mr. Collins is very pleased with the attentions of your aunt, and I do not believe she could have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful recipient. He speaks very highly of both her and your cousin Miss de Bourgh." She watched him carefully for a reaction to his cousin's name. She noted none.

"My aunt takes great pleasure in bestowing her kindness on those who will be most grateful for her generosity."

Elizabeth smiled at this amusing perspective. "Mr. Collins says that Miss de Bourgh is very lovely, but that her sickly constitution has prevented her presentation at court." Again she looked for a reaction that would betray a regard for his cousin, but she detected none.

"Yes, I believe my aunt to have made a mistake there. I do not believe Anne to be so fragile as her mother treats her. Her mother should not deprive her of a season in town. I am concerned that she does not have sufficient social interaction. I believe her mother has done her a great disservice by not allowing her to meet any young men and women of her own age."

"Perhaps Lady Catherine does not wish her daughter to marry and would rather keep her at home with herself," said Elizabeth slyly.

"No, although it would appear that way, Lady Catherine does want Anne to marry, but has not introduced her into society in the hopes that she will marry someone in the family."

"She has many choices of cousins then?"

"Myself, my sister, and my two cousins Fitzwilliam, both of whom are men, are Anne's only cousins."

"She has a choice of three then."

"I am afraid my aunt has already made the choice for her. Indeed, she has a specific cousin in mind, but he is not inclined to marry Anne, as much as he loves and respects her as his cousin, his regard runs no deeper."

"Poor Miss de Bourgh, she will be disappointed."

"I do not believe so, she seems just as displeased with her mother's plan as her cousin is. The disappointment will be Lady Catherine's alone," he said grimly, perhaps anticipating his aunt's displeasure with his choice.

"And Lady Catherine has no influence with the young gentleman in question?" queried Elizabeth.

"Not on matters of the heart," replied Darcy meaningfully.

"Marriage is not always a matter of the heart, Mr. Darcy."

"For me it shall be," he said as he stole a glance at her.

She blushed slightly as she responded, attempting to keep her tone even, "am I then to conclude that you are the lucky cousin of your aunt's choice? The Fitzwilliam brothers must be very envious of their aunt's favoritism."

He simply smiled at her and, after a short pause, changed the subject. She was satisfied and thus, welcomed the change.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy soon reached the gardens surrounding her home, and as they approached the house Elizabeth began to regret allowing him to escort her, as she did not wish him to witness her mother's tantrums over the events of earlier that day. (Although seeing Elizabeth on Mr. Darcy's arm may have gone far to alleviate Mrs. Bennet's poor nerves.) Elizabeth began to thank him for his company as soon as they entered the gardens, and she invited him inside for refreshment as required by civility. He was tempted to stay with her, but could see she was still disconcerted about her disagreement with her mother and so he declined. Before leaving, he reached into a small saddle bag on his horse's back and drew out a book which he handed her saying, "I was going to leave this here for you on my way back to Netherfield this morning, I hope you will finish reading it."

She looked at the book and noticed it was the novel about which they had spoken the night before. "Thank you. I will finish it as soon as I can. I assume you have obtained Mr. Bingley's permission to allow me the use of it?"

"That is my own copy. I ordered it from town after reading Bingley's." Elizabeth smiled.

He then, took his leave of her, mounted his horse, and with a smile to her, rode away to Netherfield. As Darcy left his beloved at Longbourn his heart was full. He had been sitting by the brook happily reviewing the events of the preceding evening, and she had, by some unexpected turn of good fortune, appeared before him. He suspected from their conversation that Mr. Collins had proposed to her, which thought both amused and disgusted him; and that she had refused him, which thought pleased him, although he knew she would never have accepted such a man. But what man would she accept? Would she accept him? He felt she had been warming up to him, but whether she felt anything beyond friendship he was uncertain, although she had confided in him about her disagreement with her mother, which gratified him.

As soon as Mr. Darcy left Elizabeth, she felt his absence. Her heart fluttered as she reflected on his thoughtfulness in bringing her the book and the fact that he had ordered his own copy of it. Then she turned into the house to face her mother, and escaped to her room as soon as possible, to consider the events of the past two days. She hoped to settle her feelings for the man in question for she wanted to be ready when the time should come for her choice. She knew the time would be of his choosing, and she wanted not only to be prepared to make an answer but also to be sure it was the right answer.

Chapter 11

Within a few days, Mr. Collins had become engaged to Charlotte Lucas. Soon thereafter he returned to his home. Elizabeth was astonished and disappointed that her friend would marry the stupid, ridiculous, obsequious oaf only to secure herself an establishment. Mrs. Bennet was beside herself and the news only increased her anger at Elizabeth. She could not bear the thought of Miss Charlotte Lucas taking her place as mistress of Longbourn. Charlotte invited Elizabeth to come and visit her with her father, Sir William Lucas, and her sister, Maria Lucas, at her new home a few months following the wedding, which invitation was graciously accepted.

Mr. Bingley returned to Netherfield shortly after the aforementioned engagement was announced. He and Mr. Darcy called upon Longbourn the morning after his arrival. The Bennet daughters and the two gentlemen spent the visit out in the garden. Mrs. Bennet was hopeful that Mr. Bingley would have time alone with Jane so that he might propose. Although they did spend time alone, Mrs. Bennet was, that day, disappointed. However, after about two more weeks of almost daily visits from both gentlemen, Jane and Bingley finally reached an understanding.

Now Mrs. Bennet had long disliked Mr. Darcy for slighting Lizzy at the Meryton assemblies and because she had always found his manners disagreeable. Furthermore, he was another obstacle to getting Jane and Bingley alone so she was not happy that he arrived with Bingley nearly everyday. She had noticed however, his attention to Elizabeth at the Netherfield ball and since, and she began to harbour a hope that he had intentions towards Elizabeth. Thus, in trying to orchestrate situations for Jane and Bingley to be alone she connived for Elizabeth to keep Mr. Darcy occupied and was not devoid of the hope that something would arise in that quarter as well. Luckily for her, both Elizabeth and Darcy were well disposed to being manipulated in this particular manner.

Thus, Mrs. Bennet sent the foursome out into the garden insisting that Kitty had been coughing far too much to venture outdoors. She then commissioned Jane to cut herbs from one garden and Elizabeth to bring her flowers from another, that happened to be on the opposite side of the house. Naturally Bingley accompanied Jane and Darcy Elizabeth.

Once alone in what happened to be the most private area afforded by the Longbourn gardens Bingley took the opportunity to declare himself. As soon as they had separated from the others a wide grin had overspread his face. When they arrived in the corner of the garden that housed the particular plant from which Mrs. Bennet desperately needed some clippings Jane began skillfully cutting at the stems with her long shears as Bingley simply stood watching her in admiration. At length she asked him how his business in London had fared.

"Very well, thank you," he replied, then he continued, "Miss Bennet."

"Yes?" asked Jane, looking up, and inadvertently pointing the long shears towards him.

He laughed and then gently reached out in mock fear and, feigning cautiousness, gently removed them from her hand. She laughed as he placed the sheers on a bench. Then he boldly removed the basket, in which she had been placing the clippings, from the crook of her arm.

"I do not think I have clipped enough yet," she said absent-mindedly.

But her companion was determined and meeting her eyes began, "Miss Bennet I can no longer contain my feelings for you." She raised her eyes to meet his with a look of surprised understanding. He picked up her hand and continued, "I love you, Jane. I have loved you almost since the moment we met. You are the sweetest, kindest, most generous angel God ever blessed this Earth with. My life will never be complete unless I can share yours. I want nothing more than to spend my life making yours happy. My greatest wish is to share each moment of each day enjoying your company and society, and I hope, bringing you equal felicity with my own presence. Jane, Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?"

Jane's joy at his speech was ever increasing as he continued to tell her of his feelings. By the time he had finished and posed the question she could barely contain her happiness and answered demurely, "oh Mr. Bingley, yes, of course I'll marry you. I am so happy. Thank you."

His happiness at this response could likewise not be contained and he swept his beloved up into his arms and bestowed a joyful kiss on her smiling lips. "Thank you, you have made me the happiest man in the world," he said. She had impulsively allowed her arms to go around his neck, and being thus situated so conveniently for the activity, they continued to kiss. As their kisses became more fervent he brought his hands up to her face and leaning his forehead against hers whispered breathlessly between kisses, "Jane . . . please . . . tell me . . . you love me."

She smiled and said, "Oh Mr. Bingley, Charles, of course I love you. I have always loved you, so very much."

This caused an even wider grin to overspread his face, if that is possible. They kissed some more and at length he said, "oh Jane, my Jane, I am so happy. I love you so much." He kissed her again and when they parted, he took on a mockingly serious countenance and said, "but I must know, do you love me more than that gentleman from London who wrote poetry on you?"

Jane was amazed and blushed deeply before saying with a smile, "how did you know about that?"

"Your mother mentioned it, but luckily Lizzy explained the effect of it and saved me from losing you, for I would have readily written a poem for you myself had I not known it would drive you away from me."

"What?" replied Jane bewildered, "I shall have to talk to Lizzy! And as for you, if fear of losing me is all that has prevented you from writing poetry on me, then I must insist that you do so immediately after we are married."

"That is a promise."

After a few more minutes of pleasant privacy they returned to the house, deliriously happy. As Bingley handed Jane's basket back to her and gallantly replaced it in the crook of her arm from whence he had removed it, she again commented that she had not cut enough of the herb her mother needed. "I do not think she will mind," returned her beloved wisely.

Upon entering the house, Mr. Bingley went directly to speak to Mr. Bennet. Meanwhile Jane told her mother and sisters as well as Mr. Darcy of her engagement. Elizabeth was exceedingly happy for her sister but sorry to see Mr. Darcy witness the raptures of her mother.

The constant visits from Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy, and the time together afforded by them for Darcy and Elizabeth had provided ample opportunity for them to become better acquainted. She had finished reading the novel and they had discussed their opinions on it at length. Then Mr. Darcy had suggested that they read another one simultaneously and discuss it periodically and after they finished it, to which Elizabeth agreed. He was very pleased with himself for this idea, for it gave them something to always talk about.

Elizabeth enjoyed his company and found that she was growing to like everything about him. By getting to know Darcy, Elizabeth discovered that he was forthright, sincere, amiable and intelligent, all attributes that she admired. She also discerned that he was well-informed and had excellent taste and judgment. When they were not alone she often felt his gaze upon her, which made her feel warm and content. She found that she waited eagerly to see him every day and missed him when he was not with her. Her heart fluttered with anticipation when she knew he was to visit. She gradually realized that he was the best man she had ever known, and the one most well suited to herself. Finally, she determined that she did indeed love him and that he was the only man she could ever truly love. Thus, prepared to make her answer, she became impatient for his proposal.

Chapter 12

Shortly after the engagement between Jane and Bingley, Georgiana arrived at Netherfield. Mr. Darcy brought her the morning following her arrival to meet Elizabeth and her family. Mr. Darcy happily watched the two women he loved get to know each other. Both seemed quite pleased with the new acquaintance.

After this initial meeting, Elizabeth visited Georgiana at Netherfield often while Jane waited on her future sisters. The gentlemen still visited Longbourn often, but Darcy preferred to keep Georgiana at Netherfield to prevent her from meeting Mr. Wickham. She and Elizabeth grew as fond of each other as her brother could have hoped. She also enjoyed spending time with the other Bennet daughters, who also visited Netherfield with their mother from time to time. But her brother's uneasiness at Georgiana's exposure to them was evident. Elizabeth, thus, tried to stay by Georgiana's side whenever they visited; while Georgiana, who could easily see Elizabeth and her brother's mutual regard, as well as his happiness when with her, was always contriving to give them time alone together by resigning herself to the company of one of the younger Bennet sisters.

Georgiana was to remain with her brother at Netherfield until the wedding and they were to depart from the church for London as Mr. Darcy absolutely refused to stay on at Netherfield following Mr. Bingley's wedding. Unfortunately, the superior sisters did not see why they should vacate just because their brother was getting married.

Thus, Darcy had a deadline. He must secure the hand of his Elizabeth before Bingley's wedding. Elizabeth, for her part, now that she had decided on her answer, was most anxious for his declaration and came to expect it daily, although she knew she was being unreasonable as Mr. Darcy could have no way of knowing she had decided in his favor.

Meanwhile, Mr. Collins, though anticipating marital felicity with his beloved Charlotte, was still bitter at Elizabeth's rejection. He could not understand why she would refuse him, unless she felt she had the prospect of something better. Then he remembered how much time she had spent with Mr. Darcy at the Netherfield ball, and his admonition to her regarding him. Surely, she could not expect Mr. Darcy's addresses. This was almost laughable. But then he remembered that Jane had obviously gained the regard of Mr. Bingley, who, although not at the level of Mr. Darcy, was nevertheless an independent, wealthy young man, and a step up for any of his fair cousins. Thus, when his dear Charlotte wrote to inform him of Jane's engagement, thus confirming her attachment of Mr. Bingley, and also related that Mr. Darcy spent much time at Longbourn with his friend, and that he had brought his sister into Hertfordshire and had taken her to Longbourn to visit with him, Mr. Collins began to feel that Mr. Darcy might now be truly in danger. Accordingly, Mr. Collins felt the obligation to impart his knowledge of the liaison between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth and his suspicions as to his cousin's motives, to his noble patroness. He did not forget his responsibility to inform Lady Catherine of the impertinent manners of his dear cousin Elizabeth and he remarked at length on his observations of her presumptuous attentions to Mr. Darcy. At first Lady Catherine was unconcerned, for she knew that many young ladies pursued her nephew, but then Mr. Collins told her that Mr. Darcy had seemed to be affected by her attentions, and indeed had so singled her out at the Netherfield ball that she was the only young lady with whom he danced, and that indeed, he had spent nearly the entire evening with her, and now was visiting her home almost daily, and had introduced Elizabeth to Georgiana, Lady Catherine was incensed. She sent her clergyman home and brooded all evening.

The day following this conversation, after the gentlemen had visited in the morning and taken their leave, Lady Catherine showed up at Longbourn demanding an interview with Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She immediately began, in a cold and ruthless manner, trying to deter Miss Bennet from further aspirations to her nephew, by reminding her of her low station. Elizabeth did not take kindly to Lady Catherine's interference and after a heated exchange admitted she was not engaged to Mr. Darcy, but refused to promise never to enter into such an engagement. Lady Catherine left Longbourn most seriously displeased.

Elizabeth retired to her own room to meditate, avoiding her mother's and sisters' curiosity as best as she could. Elizabeth had to indulge in a small white lie to appease her mother and explained that Lady Catherine had come to visit her nephew and niece at Netherfield (which was not completely false as Elizabeth surmised that the Lady would not likely quit the neighborhood without seeing her relations) and that she had called upon Elizabeth to admonish her ungracious treatment of Mr. Collins. Mrs. Bennet, without giving much thought to the impropriety of such behavior by Lady Catherine, since she agreed with the Lady and felt a great deference for her, only renewed her own admonitions, telling Elizabeth that she deserved the affront, and reiterating her own anger at Elizabeth for refusing Mr. Collins. She then recalled however, the attentions Elizabeth had been recently receiving from Mr. Darcy and appeased herself with the thought that perhaps Elizabeth had rejected Mr. Collins because she felt she could do better with Mr. Darcy.

From Longbourn, Lady Catherine went directly to Netherfield to address the matter with her nephew. He assured her that he would handle the situation appropriately and, with some persistence and giving her many assurances that he understood what needed to be done, sent her to her room for the night with the intention of having her back on the road to Rosings very early the next morning. Mr. Darcy was elated with his aunt's visit. He had been nearly certain of Elizabeth's regard lately, and was close to making his declaration, but the statements Elizabeth had made to Lady Catherine which were repeated verbatim to him by his aunt were very encouraging. She had refused to agree not to marry him, which although it gave him hope, did not surprise him, considering her independent disposition. In saying this, she had shown she would not be intimidated, but it was nothing in comparison to her statement regarding all the joys that must belong to the woman who would be his wife. He could not send his aunt off to bed soon enough, and his impulse would have had him jump on his horse and fly to the woman he loved to declare himself immediately had he not realized that it was an inappropriate hour for a visit. His addresses would have to wait until the morrow. Thus, he had to be satisfied with his thoughts of her for the present. Of course, in addition to proposing he also was anxious to apologize to Elizabeth for his aunt's behavior towards her, and indeed felt it would be most prudent to his objective, to make the apology first. He was infuriated by the insults and offenses his aunt had hurled at his beloved Elizabeth and at her unabashed repetition of them to himself. Elizabeth, however, as it seemed, had behaved with composure and had maintained her integrity throughout the confrontation.

Later that evening, Mr. Darcy was sitting in Bingley's study enjoying a drink and contemplating his future happiness when his sister entered the room.

"There you are Fitzwilliam. I have barely had any time alone with you since my arrival. Miss Bingley is a very attentive hostess."

Mr. Darcy smiled at this observation, and nodded. He felt sorry for his sister, and said, "I am at your disposal my dear, perhaps we can plan an outing away from the house one day soon to have some time together?"

"Oh yes, I would like that very much. I have missed you so much."

"I was just thinking how nice it would be to have you come live at Pemberley permanently. Would you like that? I would not wish to take you away from London society against your will, but we could always make visits to town."

"Oh, Fitzwilliam, I would love that above anything, but . . . ," she was about to observe that she had never thought he would take on her care full time until he was married, then the realization had come over her, and she instead observed, "I really like Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"I am glad to hear it Georgiana," was all he said in reply, but his smile did not escape her.

"Indeed," she replied, "she seems to be a wonderful sister." He looked at her intently until she said, "goodnight brother," and kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

Mr. Darcy could think of only one thing that would make him more content at that moment, thus, he soon retired, that he might dream about her.

Elizabeth's night was again restless, she had not considered that Mr. Darcy's family would be so opposed to his attachment to her. She wondered how he would be affected by his aunt's disapproval of her, for she doubted not that Lady Catherine would make her sentiments known to Mr. Darcy. She was cognizant that Lady Catherine's disapproval of her had to do with the Lady's desire that Darcy marry his cousin, but she had made so many other objections. Perhaps his aunt's concerns would rekindle the feelings he had previously indulged that had lead him to try and repress his feelings for her, for this portion of his revelation that day in the library had not escaped her. Had that desire to repress his feelings arisen from the same objections verbalized by his aunt? So shocked was she by the revelation of his feelings for her, during his speech in the Netherfield library, that she had reflected little on this portion of his unintended disclosure. She began to wonder what had caused his objections and whether those sentiments could be renewed by Lady Catherine's objections. Elizabeth remembered that Mr. Darcy had said his aunt would have no influence on him regarding to matters of the heart, but perhaps he would not be able to oppose her objections if he had previously found them to be reasonable himself. Then it occurred to Elizabeth that perhaps he had himself already renewed his own doubts as to her suitability as a wife. This only lead to darker thoughts, and soon Elizabeth was quite distraught. At length however, these meditations could no longer prevent sleep and Elizabeth was able to close her eyes. Her sleep however, was not restful and in the morning she awoke to the same confusing meditations.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner arrived at Longbourn that very day to spend Christmas with their relations. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were already there when they arrived. The newcomers expressed their happiness at meeting Mr. Bingley and reiterated all of the congratulations they had already sent by letter. Mrs. Gardiner was particularly interested in meeting Mr. Darcy. She liked him very much and determined within three minutes that he was overflowing with love for Elizabeth. She could also see that Elizabeth was very fond of him as well. The gentlemen shortly departed as they were engaged to dine elsewhere. Darcy was tempted to break the engagement, as he had yet not had the opportunity to be alone with Elizabeth. But it was not probable that he would have the opportunity if he stayed longer and he knew Elizabeth wanted to spend time with her newly arrived relatives. Thus, a quiet family dinner was had at Longbourn.

After dinner Mrs. Gardiner solicited Elizabeth's company for a turn in the gardens, where she demanded that Elizabeth then relate the story of how she learned of Mr. Darcy's regard, which Elizabeth did readily. Mrs. Gardiner was shocked at Elizabeth's deceit in letting him go on thinking she could not hear him, but admitted that it had been a difficult situation, although it could have been avoided had Elizabeth made her presence in the room known as soon as he entered it. She conceded however, that the results of her niece's impropriety had been fortuitous. As promised, Mrs. Gardiner reciprocated by entering the house and showing Elizabeth the many letters she had received in response to her inquiries regarding Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth thus became apprised of the more specific acts of depravity committed by Mr. Wickham. Mrs. Gardiner was pleased when Elizabeth explained that she had settled her feelings for Mr. Darcy favorably, and she could see that her niece truly loved the man. Mrs. Gardiner felt, based on what she had seen earlier, that Mr. Darcy would soon be making his declaration to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth however, was not as optimistic, as she had allowed her own doubts about the constancy of her beloved to overshadow every other thought. Noticing the change in her niece's countenance, Mrs. Gardiner asked her about the cause of her troubles. Elizabeth then related the encounter with Lady Catherine to Mrs. Gardiner. Mrs. Gardiner reminded Elizabeth that Mr. Darcy's love for her was evident. She also told her niece that a man who would allow his aunt's interference to oppose such strong feelings of love did not deserve her and was not worth regretting. Elizabeth was comforted by her aunt's confirmation of Mr. Darcy's obvious regard, but was not sure she could fail to regret him if his sentiments had changed, although her aunt's advice was sound. Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth continued in pleasant conversation until bedtime.

Charlotte's wedding was the following morning. (Despite having been in the country only two days prior, Lady Catherine did not feel inclined to extend her condescension so far as to stay in the neighborhood and attend the wedding of her esteemed clergyman and informant. To her credit however, this may have been due partially to the fact that Darcy was most eager to have her gone.) Mr. Collins had felt it inappropriate to be staying in his bride's house on the night before their wedding, so he stayed at Longbourn, but happily for the inhabitants of the house, he stayed only one night. The Collinses left for Hunsford Parsonage from the church door, as Mr. Collins would be needed in Hunsford to perform the many services required of him attending the Christmas holiday. Upon leaving, Charlotte entreated Elizabeth to write often.

Following the wedding, while lingering in the garden of the Church with the other well wishers, Elizabeth was approached by Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bingley and Jane were deep in conversation; and being full of the joy of having just attended a wedding were happily anticipating their own. The other members of the family were likewise engaged in light conversation with some of the other neighbors lingering about the church garden. Mr. Darcy directed Elizabeth to a small bench and she quivered with excitement at the thought that this might be the conversation she had been looking forward to, although she had hoped he would have chosen a more private setting. After exchanging greetings and observing how lovely the ceremony had been and how fortunate was Mr. Collins in his choice of bride, Mr. Darcy turned the subject, saying, "I wish to apologize for my Aunt's behavior towards you Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth looked at him in amazement. Besides her surprise at this not being a proposal, she was surprised that he would embark on such a topic of conversation, although she was not surprised that he knew of the encounter. He answered her unspoken question saying, "she gave me a detailed account of her conversation with you. Since she had not obtained what she wanted from you, she came to Netherfield in the hopes of obtaining it from me. Please accept my deepest apologies."

"Mr. Darcy, you need not apologize for your aunt's behavior."

"Her behavior to you was unpardonable," he rejoined, "and requires an apology. As she is unlikely to bestow one, I feel obligated to undertake it. She had no right to speak to you regarding such a matter to begin with, but to have done so in such an offensive manner is unforgivable."

"Please do not distress yourself, truly, I was affected but little by your aunt's visit. I would not want to be the cause of discord in your family."

"Miss Bennet, let me assure you that should any discord arise as a result of Lady Catherine's visit, you would bear none of the fault." This was reassuring to Elizabeth, but further private conversation was foreclosed by the interruption of Lydia who had been sent by Mr. Bennet to collect her sister to go home. Elizabeth took her leave of Mr. Darcy and went home in the hopes that their meeting the next day would be more satisfying.

Chapter 13

The day after Charlotte's wedding Elizabeth awoke early with the eager anticipation of seeing her beloved. She went downstairs towards the door for her usual morning walk thinking about yesterday's conversation with him and resenting Lydia's untimely interruption (even though, in Lydia's defense, she had interrupted them at her father's bidding) and of course that lead her to recall Lydia's previous outburst about Elizabeth liking Wickham. "Oh it is too bad we cannot simply lock her up," Elizabeth laughed to herself eyeing the broom closet as she passed it.

During her walk, Elizabeth wondered what her visit with Mr. Darcy would bring today. She fervently hoped that they could reach an understanding soon. She began to recollect their various encounters from the first time they had met at the Meryton assembly to his most recent apology at church yesterday. How different his manners were now than upon his first coming to the neighborhood. She reflected with satisfaction how he had improved his manners after her reproof the morning they had watched the sunrise at Netherfield. Ever since then, he had been more pleasant and open to others as well as herself. Then she remembered his tender confessions of love. She repeated in her mind all of the heartfelt declarations he had so charmingly and sweetly made to her in the library at Netherfield and imagined him saying them with the intention of her hearing them. She delighted in anticipating his joy at her favorable response. With these thoughts in her head, she returned from her walk; and shortly thereafter, Mr. Bingley arrived, quite alone and without Mr. Darcy. The extent of Elizabeth's disappointment can only be imagined, and it continued even in spite of Bingley's message of regret from his friend made particularly to her.

To her further dismay, Mr. Wickham arrived at Longbourn with a few other officers. She had not seen him often of late, and although she knew Lydia and Kitty saw him more often, she did not detect any particular regard for him from either of them, so she was not concerned. As Mrs. Bennet and her younger daughters went out into the garden with their visitors, Elizabeth sat on a bench in a corner of the garden in quiet conversation with her aunt hoping that Mr. Wickham would not interrupt them. She had attempted to make it very clear to him during the few times they had been in company together that she had no desire to pursue their acquaintance.

Mr. Darcy's attentions to Elizabeth had not escaped Mr. Wickham, however, and he relished the idea of seducing her. Under this resolve, he walked up to Elizabeth and her aunt and greeted them charmingly. At first Elizabeth was repulsed and wanted nothing more than to be left alone by this man. Then it occurred to her that perhaps Mr. Darcy would think twice about skipping a visit, and might even make his addresses sooner, if he knew she had spent the day in the company of another gentleman, not to mention his worst enemy. She felt that being forewarned about this man's true character she would be on her guard against him, and therefore would not be in danger by briefly encouraging his attentions. She further reasoned that by conversing with him she would be doing a service to her younger sisters, by keeping him away from them, as they, having less judgment and less information, would not be on their guard against him as she could. Thus, Elizabeth accepted his attentions with a politeness she had not shown him since the first week of their acquaintance. Mrs. Gardiner was surprised by Elizabeth's reaction to Mr. Wickham, but he was encouraged by it. Shortly after the three had entered into conversation together, a maid from within came to summon Mrs. Gardiner on behalf of her husband. Reluctantly, she left the other two on the bench feeling that no harm could come from their private conversation as long as they were in the garden with the others.

Elizabeth now suggested that her companion escort her for a turn about the gardens, and he readily arose from the bench and offered her his arm. She accepted it, bestowing her loveliest smile upon her undeserving companion. They walked thus, engaged in conversation together for above a quarter hour. Elizabeth laughed at every opportunity and made a convincing impression of enjoying herself. She realized after this interlude that although Mr. Wickham's manners were pleasant and engaging, they seemed contrived and insincere. He attempted to play upon her sympathies for Mr. Darcy's mistreatment of him. Although the specific accusations made by Mr. Wickham against Mr. Darcy had not yet been refuted, she felt she had sufficient information about each to know that his story was lacking. Sensing his failure on that topic Mr. Wickham then turned the subject to Miss Darcy, who he had heard was in the neighborhood, and asked whether Elizabeth liked her. Elizabeth replied that she liked her very much. Mr. Wickham seemed disappointed, and not wanting to maintain the subject of the Darcys, he next began to speak to her about her sisters Lydia and Kitty. He had seen them many times in town during their visits to their Aunt Phillips and he found them both to be amiable, agreeable young ladies. This apparently caught her attention, and taking her interest as a sign of jealousy he proceeded to intimate that of the five lovely Bennet sisters he favored her the most. By now, Elizabeth had had enough of the man and she felt she had made her point and been noticed by Mr. Bingley, who, she hoped would let Mr. Darcy know of her interlude. Thus she was not disappointed to have their privacy interrupted by her Aunt Gardiner's return.

Mr. Bingley and the officers stayed for dinner, but as Elizabeth was in no mood for Mr. Wickham's continued attentions, she excused herself and retired to her bedroom complaining of a headache before the men rejoined the ladies after the meal. She thought to herself that she had behaved like a child in response to Mr. Darcy's failure to visit her. She was not even engaged to him and he had sent his apologies, yet she faulted him for not being there. She could not really expect him to have nothing better to do than to spend every single day in her company. But was it not he who had established the pattern of visiting her daily, and thus created her expectation? She began to feel silly for the way she had acted with Mr. Wickham; and hoped now that Mr. Bingley would not tell his friend about it. Indeed, Mr. Darcy might be angered, and her lack of judgment might make him doubt his regard for her. Then it was she who was angered at this prospect, thinking that if he could be so easily swayed against her she would not regret him. In this state, all of her feelings of disappointment and anger at his not having visited her that day returned to her. Thus, she resolved that the following day, she would not be there should he show up, although she felt she was still being silly and childish. Another motive for her absence tomorrow, secondary to her desire for revenge, emerged, as she realized that she did not wish to suffer the same disappointment as she had that day if he failed to appear again tomorrow.

When Mr. Bingley arrived at Netherfield after his pleasant evening at Longbourn, he looked for his friend who he knew would not be in bed yet. He knew that Darcy despised Wickham and, although he did not know the particulars of their relationship he had no doubt that Darcy's feelings were justified. He was also aware, as it had become quite evident, that Mr. Darcy admired Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Indeed, Mrs. Bennet had been thrown into such raptures in witnessing Mr. Darcy's attentions to Elizabeth that she had quite forgotten that she was never to see her daughter again after her refusal of Mr. Collins (until, of course, Lady Catherine's visit had briefly reminded her of it). Mr. Bingley found his friend in the library sitting back on a sofa by the window on the far side of the room. He had noticed Darcy's preference for that particular sofa in the past several weeks. He walked around to face his friend and seeing his eyes closed said, "Darcy are you awake?"

"Yes," said Darcy, reluctantly opening his eyes and emerging from a lovely daydream about his Elizabeth.

"Good, I want to talk to you. You missed quite a day at Longbourn," said Bingley with a smile, still standing in front of his friend.

"Did I? I can see you enjoyed yourself."

"I always enjoy being with my dear Jane, and as much as I enjoy carrying on about her many qualities, I am rather here to speak to you about the woman who has captured your heart."

"What Bingley?" retorted Darcy a little annoyed. Unlike Bingley, he did not like talking about his personal feelings.

"Do not concern yourself that Miss Elizabeth may have been pining for you today, for she barely seemed to notice your absence, being quite distracted by the charms of Mr. Wickham."

Darcy looked up at his friend startled. Now, having obtained Darcy's attention Bingley settled in a chair opposite his friend and continued, "indeed she spent above a quarter hour in quiet conversation with him, strolling about the gardens on his arm. She seemed to enjoy his attentions and was quite merry while they walked together." Darcy's perturbation was visible, and was little quelled by Bingley's next revelation, "but that seemed to be a sufficient dose of his company for she retired with a headache immediately following dinner."

Darcy began to wonder at his judgment in bringing Georgiana into Hertfordshire and in taking his sister to visit at Longbourn even the one time. He cringed at the thought that Wickham could have shown up while she had been there. Now, Wickham was paying particular attention to his Elizabeth. That must be stopped. He must secure her hand tomorrow and tell her everything about Wickham.

"Have you nothing to say on the subject Darcy?" Bingley interrupted his reverie.

"Thank you for the information Bingley. I will, of course, join you on your visit tomorrow." This was enough to cause a grin of satisfaction to cross Bingley's face. Then wanting to return to the thoughts he was engaged in prior to Bingley's interruption Darcy excused himself and retired for the evening.

Chapter 14

It was early morning, the fresh cool breeze gently rustled the skirts of the young lady who stood staring into the eyes of her lover. The wind picked up a few loose strands of her hair and played them tantalizingly about her face and neck. Her head was slightly bent to one side, her eyes dancing, and her smile eager and inviting, her expression betraying an enticing innocence. She was breathtaking. "Elizabeth," said her companion, "ever since I have known you I have felt a passion, the depth of which I have never before experienced. No woman has ever evoked in me the sensations of desire I feel when you are near. My love for you knows no boundaries. Elizabeth, will you marry me?"

"Oh yes," replied the lady joyously as she wrapped her arms around the neck of her lover. Then he bent to kiss her and just as his lips were poised to make contact with hers she said, "I love you too, Mr. Wickham."

"No!" grunted Mr. Darcy as he awoke shaking and sweating. After a moment he said aloud to himself, "a dream . . . only a dream . . . thank God," then shaking his head as if to erase the remnant images of the nightmare from his mind, "Elizabeth what are you doing to me?" He stood up and paced about his room. He looked outside and realized it was almost morning. He looked at his bed and said, "no, I do not think I will try to go back to sleep." So he quickly dressed and went outside to a certain bench in the east garden to watch the sunrise and think about Elizabeth . . . with him. Today he would make her, his. And so he passed the time until breakfast occupied by the happy meditations associated with his eager anticipation of her response to his addresses, his unpleasant dream quite forgotten.

Later that morning, Elizabeth awakened with the same thoughts on her mind that had, at length, closed her eyes. Remembering her resolve, she breakfasted before her walk, contrary to her usual custom, as she did not intend to be home soon. Then she went on a long walk well before the usual time of Mr. Bingley's arrival, so as to be gone when he and anyone he brought with him should arrive.

After having rambled for nearly two hours, Elizabeth found herself sitting against the same tree which she had found Mr. Darcy leaning upon, casting stones into the little brook, when she heard footsteps approach. She turned and was overcome with emotion when she saw him. "Mr. Darcy," she said quietly, casting her eyes down.

"Miss Bennet, how do you fare today?" asked Mr. Darcy, smiling. He was in a very good mood indeed.

"Very well, thank you, sir, and yourself, how do you do?" she replied as she started to get up.

"No please, do not trouble yourself," he said quickly, and moved to sit down facing her, as he continued, "I am also doing very well today, thank you. And I am pleased to hear that you are so well recovered from your headache last evening."

"Thank you sir," she replied with a look of surprise and then understanding, as she realized Mr. Bingley must have told him about her headache. She dreaded learning what else Mr. Bingley had divulged.

After a moment, Mr. Darcy said, "I am glad I was able to find you here. I was hoping I would."

"Were you, sir?" she asked looking away.

"Yes, I was quite disappointed at not finding you at home."

"Do you expect that I should be there at your leisure then?" she replied with a sense of satisfaction as she turned to look directly into his eyes.

He was surprised by her forwardness in asserting this affront but he was pleased and encouraged by her disappointment in his absence. He determined to keep his resolve, and his spirits would not be darkened, so ignoring her question, he said, "I had the pleasure of spending the day on an excursion with Georgiana yesterday, she wanted to explore the countryside, and perhaps, escape from Netherfield."

"Oh," said Elizabeth, blushing guiltily. She now felt all the more silly for having been angry at him yesterday. "And how did she enjoy the outing?"

"She enjoyed it very well, thank you. She finds the surrounding countryside to be quite pleasant."

"I am glad to hear it."

Mr. Darcy then added, "And how was your day yesterday?"

"Fine, thank you, except for the headache."

After a moment he said, "I heard from Mr. Bingley that you were quite enraptured by the attentions of another gentleman during my absence."

Elizabeth blushed even further and said, "enraptured sir?"

"Actually I believe Mr. Bingley used the word 'distracted.'"

"What a good friend Mr. Bingley is, and I always believed it was you who took care of him. Does he normally give you such a thorough report of the events of his days spent in your absence."

"No, not normally."

"I see. And what was it that occasioned his disclosure yesterday?"

"I believe he thought the information would be of interest to me."

"And why, pray, would Mr. Bingley believe my headaches and distractions to be of any interest to you, Mr. Darcy?"

Mr. Darcy smiled and said, "Miss Bennet I believe you are changing the subject."

"What subject, sir?"

"The subject of your distraction, yesterday."

"Some of the officers did visit our home yesterday, perhaps that is what Mr. Bingley was referring to."

"Actually, his reference was more specific, it seems that there was one officer in particular that captured your attention."

"Really? And did he specify which one it happened to be?"

"Mr. Wickham. Apparently you enjoyed a rather pleasant walk with him in the garden."

"Indeed! Mr. Bingley is an uncommonly good friend to give you such detailed information."

"Yes, he is a good friend, I am quite indebted to him, but you are changing the subject again."

"Oh? What was the subject this time?"

"Your walk with Mr. Wickham."

"Very well Mr. Darcy," she said defensively, "if you insist on discussing it, I will give you all the particulars. Mr. Wickham approached me and my aunt and began a conversation. My aunt was subsequently called away on account of her husband. We spent a few minutes more talking, primarily about my sisters, oh, and your sister." Mr. Darcy looked up startled. "There is nothing more to it than that. Now, I insist on knowing why you seem so interested in what transpired between Mr. Wickham and myself."

"What did he say of Georgiana?"

"He simply asked whether I had met her and what I thought of her."

"That is all?"

"Yes."

Mr. Darcy was silent for a few moments and looked very grave so Elizabeth decided not to tease him further, but simply waited for him to speak. Finally, he said, "Miss Bennet, Mr. Wickham is not what he seems to be, that is why I was concerned when Mr. Bingley told me of the time you spent with him yesterday."

"It was only one conversation, Mr. Darcy," she said, now wishing to alleviate his obvious anxiety, "besides, what else could I have done but converse with him? It would have been impolite of me not to, under the circumstances."

"I did not mean to imply that your actions were at fault," he replied, "it is just that the particular gentleman is not to be trusted."

"I know you and he are not on the best of terms."

"Indeed?"

"You intimated as much to me at the Netherfield ball did you not? But there is more, he told me that the two of you grew up together as children but then had a falling out because you would not honor your father's request to grant him a living. I did not think you capable of such a thing, but I did not know what to believe."

"You could have asked me about it."

"I did not feel comfortable bringing it up," she did not feel comfortable discussing it at present either, but she was burning with curiosity, "it would hardly have been appropriate for me to do so."

"I will tell you everything, if you will listen."

"Very well," she acquiesced.

Mr. Darcy proceeded to tell Elizabeth every detail of his and his family's dealings with Mr. Wickham, including the attempted elopement with his own sister. Elizabeth was shocked. Even her prior knowledge of Mr. Wickham's bad character could not prepare her for what she had heard. He was truly a despicable man. "Your poor sister," said Elizabeth, "it must have been a terrible experience for her."

"Yes, I do not believe she is yet fully recovered. I had some reservations about bringing her here, knowing he was in the neighborhood, but I missed her very much, as I always do when we are apart. Indeed, I had not expected to stay so long in Hertfordshire, and I was glad when Bingley agreed to allow me to invite her."

"What caused you to extend your stay here? Surely you could have joined your sister in town at any time."

Now that he had given Elizabeth the explanation regarding Mr. Wickham, Mr. Darcy was ready to move on to the second, more pleasant subject he had intended to address with her today. Thus, taking advantage of the opening offered by her previous comment, he took a deep breath and said, "a young lady of my acquaintance here has quite captured my heart, Miss Bennet, and I have been unable to tear myself from her company."

"She is a fortunate young lady indeed to have managed to capture your much sought after heart."

"I am glad you think so." Elizabeth did not miss the implication of this sentiment. "She is also part of the reason I invited Georgiana here. I wished very much for my sister to meet her."

"I was under the impression that Miss Darcy was already acquainted with Miss Bingley," teased Elizabeth.

At first Mr. Darcy appeared disconcerted, but then he smiled as he said, "Miss Bingley is not the young lady of whom I speak. Indeed, you must have some idea as to her identity."

"How should I sir?" she asked very demurely.

"Well, let us see if you can guess who she is then, shall we?"

"As you wish."

"She is lovely," he began, but he was interrupted by Elizabeth who observed, "of course she is, every woman who has captured a man's heart has that virtue, at least in the eyes of the particular man."

"Very well then," he chuckled, "let me see if I can find something more telling. She has a lively, playful disposition, with a passion for life that is invigorating. Yet, she is gentle and thoughtful, kind and generous. She is also intelligent and has an amazing wit, and she possesses courage and determination. In addition, she is principled and exercises good judgment. She plays and sings with a passion I have rarely heard and she possesses a modest elegance that is most appealing. And, she has a set of sparkling, fine eyes full of expression that have quite bewitched me," he finished, looking directly into those very eyes.

Elizabeth blushed at this description of herself, but only replied, "I can think of no woman in this neighborhood that possesses all of those qualities united."

"I assure you there is one . . . only one."

"I am quite at a loss to determine who you can mean." Darcy knew this to be in jest as betrayed by her deepened color at his last statement. Indeed, he could not expect her to acknowledge that she knew he was describing her, and he was about to enlighten her when they were interrupted by the sound of voices and footsteps approaching from the direction of the road, opposite from the direction in which lay Longbourn.

The next moment they were assaulted by the sound of a shrieking voice, "oh, Mr. Darcy, what a pleasant surprise what are you do . . . oh, Miss Eliza, how nice to see you both. What can you two be doing here . . . together . . . and quite alone?"

Chapter 15

There stood Miss Bingley carrying a blanket (and curiously, a broom!), and Mrs. Hurst and Miss Darcy each carrying a picnic basket. Miss Bingley had arranged to take Georgiana on a picnic and the driver of their carriage had directed them from the road to follow the path from which they had just emerged, to a lovely clearing near a brook that would be ideal for their picnic, and happened to be the same clearing in which Mr. Darcy was presently about to propose to Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy's disappointment at the very poorly timed interruption was obvious and if not for Georgiana being among the intruders, he may have been inclined to toss the other two into the brook. Without waiting for the lovers to answer Miss Bingley, Miss Darcy immediately suggested that they find a different place for their picnic. But Elizabeth insisted that they stay, saying she would leave them to their picnic as she began to rise. She wanted Mr. Darcy to leave with her, but did not want to speak for him. As he moved to get up, following her example, Miss Bingley said, "oh no, we will not hear of driving you away," she had already put down the blanket, "you must both stay, there is plenty of refreshment for all of us."

Mr. Darcy looked at Georgiana and then Elizabeth who could see that Georgiana, although she wanted them to have their time alone, was hoping for her own sake, that they would stay and rescue her from being alone with her present companions. Elizabeth thought it would be impolite to leave at this point anyway, so taking pity on the girl, accepted the invitation. Miss Bingley was vexed to see that Mr. Darcy decided to stay only after Elizabeth had done so.

While they all partook of the good things to eat and drink, Elizabeth engaged Georgiana in conversation. Miss Bingley immediately drew Mr. Darcy's attention to herself. For once, he obliged her, in the hopes of keeping her from interrupting Elizabeth and Georgiana. As he was happy at any opportunity to forward their acquaintance.

It had not escaped Miss Bingley that Mr. Darcy had been visiting Longbourn regularly with her brother, but she had not considered the possibility that he had any other motives than to accompany her brother and help him bear Mrs. Bennet's raptures. Miss Bingley and the Hursts had been in company with the Bennets since the engagement of Jane and Charles, as they could not avoid a few visits, but, as they did not enjoy the company of the Bennets, they preferred to allow Charles to revel in his own mistakes, thus, such visits had been rare and short. The picnickers lingered long after all had had their fill from the bountiful baskets, as Miss Bingley had no intention of leaving Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth alone.

Georgiana had been telling Elizabeth about all of the places she had seen yesterday and how delighted she was in the countryside.

At this point Miss Bingley, intending to ingratiate herself with Mr. Darcy, said, "indeed, Hertfordshire has some pleasant scenery, but really Georgiana, this part of the country quite pales in comparison to your own home in Derbyshire. Indeed, I do not believe any estate holds more natural beauty than Pemberley." Now, Miss Bingley had little appreciation for 'natural beauty' and had always felt the land around Pemberley to be a bit wild for her taste. She had actually been forming plans to improve this aspect of Pemberley when she was established as its mistress. Nevertheless, she had heard others compliment the estate's 'natural beauty' and, being an astute observer, at least when it came to Mr. Darcy, she had noted his gratification in response to the phrase, and so used it herself.

"Yes, Miss Bingley," replied Georgiana, "but Pemberley is my home. I only meant it was enjoyable to see something new and different."

"I quite agree with you, Georgiana," came her brother to the rescue, "I have grown rather fond of the countryside in Hertfordshire, and of this clearing in particular. It is pleasant and serene here, would you not agree Miss Bennet?"

Elizabeth looked surprised, then replied, "yes, Mr. Darcy, I am rather fond of this clearing as well, and although I have lived my whole life in Hertfordshire, I confess that my appreciation for this particular spot has developed quite recently," she turned to look at the Brook to hide her smile, then continued, "but I am at a disadvantage in this conversation for I can make no comparison, as I have never been to Derbyshire."

"Oh I am sure that you will love it there," said Georgiana, and then she blushed at the implication of her words, and looked at her brother guiltily, but relaxed as she noticed his barely perceptible smile.

"Indeed, Miss Bennet, it is a pity that your experience in the world has been so confined and unvarying. If you had the advantage of being able to travel throughout the Kingdom, you would find that there are many very pleasant areas outside of Hertfordshire that are simply breathtaking."

"Please do not pity me on that account Miss Bingley," laughed Elizabeth, "for like people, the countryside alters so much that there is something new to be observed in it forever. Moreover, there are some views that are so spectacular that one never tires of them."

Mr. Darcy happened to be looking at Elizabeth when she said this last sentence and was thus inspired to add, "I agree entirely Miss Bennet."

Mrs. Hurst, who had been silent during this entire exchange now said, "well I for one infinitely prefer London to any countryside, whether Hertfordshire or Derbyshire. All of this wide open space makes me feel so isolated. I much prefer the superior society afforded by being in town."

Thus, the conversation turned to London and was carried on primarily by Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley with occasional comments from Georgiana. Mr. Darcy only spoke when he was applied to for his opinion on some matter or other. Elizabeth said but little on the subject.

At length Elizabeth announced that she should be getting home and began to rise. Mr. Darcy also rose to accompany her when Miss Bingley said, "Mr. Darcy, are you to go also? We have the carriage so close by, surely it would be more convenient for you to ride back to Netherfield with us."

Mr. Darcy felt all the rudeness of her remark and said, "I believe Miss Bennet would appreciate an escort back to her home, and my horse is there." With that they both took leave of the three ladies and began walking towards Longbourn.

After walking for a few minutes in silence, and when they were quite alone, Mr. Darcy turned to look at her and said, "Elizabeth." She stiffened as he addressed her thus, and without realizing it, had stopped walking. He stopped also, and stood facing her.

Chapter 16

Just then Kitty appeared on the path from Longbourn. They both looked at her. She was running and out of breath, and was in front of them in a moment. When she reached them, she immediately addressed Elizabeth thus, "Oh Lizzy, I am so glad I found you. Mamma is beside herself and sent me to find you at once."

"What is it Kitty?" asked Elizabeth.

"It is Lydia, she did not come down for breakfast this morning."

"Is she ill?"

"No, when Sarah finally went into her room she was not there. There was only a note. Lizzy, she has eloped with Mr. Wickham!"

"What?" cried Elizabeth as she began to run towards Longbourn with her sister. Darcy, who had been quite forgotten, followed.

When they arrived at the house, Jane was comforting Mrs. Bennet saying, "Mamma, I am sure all will be well. Her note says they are going to Gretna Green. Soon they will be married and all will be well, you shall see."

"Yes, yes, of course they will be married, but how can she try my poor nerves so. Oh, we are all ruined."

Despite her mother's certainty that there would be a wedding, Elizabeth could not be so sure. She could tell from a glance at her father that he also doubted the honour of Wickham's intentions. Indeed, he had never shown Lydia any peculiar regard and Lydia had little to recommend herself that would inspire any man to truly love her. Nor did she have any other inducements, such as fortune or connections. Elizabeth despaired that such a man could ever be prevailed upon to marry Lydia. Indeed she was certain that he did not love Lydia and that he would not marry unless the woman had a great deal of money. Then she remembered Wickham's attempted elopement with Georgiana, and consequently, she remembered Mr. Darcy's presence and looked at him to see how he bore the news. She noticed he had gone towards Mr. Bingley and said something quietly to him. Soon thereafter, the two gentlemen took their leave. Other than the normal civilities, Mr. Darcy only gave Elizabeth a serious parting look.

A few moments later, Colonel Forster arrived at Longbourn, explaining that Wickham had deserted during the night leaving behind many debts in Meryton, including debts of honor. The Colonel had just learned that Wickham had taken Miss Lydia with him, and upon hearing the news came directly to Longbourn. He did not trust Mr. Wickham and suggested trying to follow the couple. Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner then told the Colonel that they had already been making preparations to do just that. Thus, the three gentlemen soon set out to the post in the hopes of discovering some information regarding the whereabouts of the couple.

Having indulged in the delightful prospect, only the day before, of pursuing the woman for whom Mr. Darcy had shown a particular regard, it would not be unreasonable to wonder that Mr. Wickham would abandon the hope for exacting such perfect revenge. However, one is faced with few choices and indeed must examine one's priorities carefully, when debtor's prison looms, not for the first time, on the horizon.

Mr. Wickham had conducted himself in Meryton in such a way that had required his expedient removal from the area. When he had returned to his quarters the night before, after having dined at Longbourn, he received such news as to alert him that his most wise course of action would be to be gone before the following day. And although he had not had the opportunity of winning Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the opportunity of the willing companionship of her younger and sillier sister presented itself to him, and being the man he was, he could not refuse.

Indeed, Lydia had flirted with Wickham unabashedly the previous evening after dinner, and since Elizabeth had gone to bed with a headache, he merely amused himself by redirecting his attention to Lydia. Her flirtations were so successful, that during the course of the evening a plan had been formed between the two of them to meet later that night after her family were all in bed.

Thus, upon forming his resolve to quit Hertfordshire Wickham quickly packed his things, hired a carriage, and then returned to Longbourn to keep his appointment with Miss Lydia. He left the carriage waiting at the entrance gate to Longbourn, and he walked to the garden where she was waiting for him. He had initially only planned to have his way with her, but she was most eager to accompany him and thought it would be a grand adventure. Thus, she left him in the garden for less than half an hour and then returned from the house with a few things packed in a small trunk, and they were off.

Although Miss Lydia's charms were, for Wickham, less alluring than Miss Elizabeth's, he must settle for what he was able to obtain under the circumstances. He was able to console himself, however, by harboring the hope that although he had not had the time to compromise Mr. Darcy's beloved, the ruin of her sister, might in some way, cause grief to the man Mr. Wickham loved to hate.

The morning following the elopement, Mr. Bennet was not home. However, the family soon received an express from him that he and his brother were at the Gardiner home in London. They had been able to trace Wickham and Lydia as far as London and not beyond, and they were fairly certain they had not gone to Scotland. The house was in an uproar. Mrs. Bennet was unable to leave her room, and was convinced that the entire family was ruined.

Mr. Bingley came only for a short visit that day. He spent about half an hour in the gardens with Jane and then left. Elizabeth then learned from Jane that Mr. Darcy had left Hertfordshire early that morning before anyone else was awake, with no word as to his destination or whether he would return.

Elizabeth was sick. She and Mr. Darcy had come so close to reaching an understanding, and now Lydia's behavior had ruined everything. Mr. Darcy now, obviously, wanted nothing to do with her or her family. Such a display of impropriety was, undoubtedly, more than he could tolerate. He would never connect himself to such a family. He had obviously removed himself from the neighborhood to avoid having to be near Elizabeth and to purge her from his heart.

The only possible way to save Lydia, was unfortunately, the one thing that would make Mr. Darcy's own addresses impossible. For surely, he would never marry Elizabeth if Lydia were married to Mr. Wickham. He would never voluntarily connect himself to that man in such an intimate way. Even if a marriage occurred between Wickham and Lydia in the most honorable way, Elizabeth could not expect Mr. Darcy to still want to marry herself. And Elizabeth had not the power nor the inclination to hope, for her own sake, that Lydia would not marry Mr. Wickham. No, they must marry. Indeed, whether the marriage could be accomplished or not, surely Mr. Darcy could not have further interest in a family so disgraced.

Then Elizabeth thought, 'perhaps I should have encouraged him more to come to the point quicker yesterday, instead of teasing him, he would have proposed and we would be engaged by now. Or, if I had revealed that I heard everything he said that day in the library, he would have had to propose right then and there, and we could be married by now.' Then she thought, 'no, I would have refused him then.' Suddenly, a painful realization came over her and she sunk into despair as she thought, 'I shall never see him again.'

Chapter 17

The Bennet family heard nothing from Mr. Bennet for several days. At length, however, he arrived home and explained that there was nothing further to be done. They had not been able to find Wickham and Lydia and there were no more leads to follow. He had been idly walking about London after exhausting every lead, but there was no way of even knowing whether they were still in town, and if so, where they could be. Mrs. Gardiner returned to her husband and her home in London on the same day. The Gardiners would continue to make inquiries and advise the family as soon as they heard any news. Mrs. Bennet was disappointed in her husband for giving up so quickly but he made it clear that there was truly nothing more to be done at present. He felt his failure as a father, and indeed, would have stayed in town as long as it would take to discover Lydia if he had even the slightest information that might lead him to her.

A few days later, a letter arrived from Gracechurch Street. Wickham and Lydia had been found. They were living together in London and they were yet unmarried. Mr. Gardiner wrote that he believed Wickham never had any intention to marry Lydia, but that Lydia had always felt it would happen, therefore she did not care when. However, Wickham had agreed to marry her under several conditions. His debts were to be discharged in Meryton and in London, he was to be assured of Lydia's inheritance upon the death of her parents, as well as a dowry of one hundred pounds per year, finally a commission had been purchased for him to join a Northern Regiment in the regular army. Mr. Bennet expressed his surprise that Wickham would take Lydia for so little, and imparted to Elizabeth his belief that Mr. Gardiner had laid out the money to bring about the marriage.

Mr. Bennet immediately wrote back his acceptance of the terms. Soon, all was settled and Lydia was married, to the happiness and relief of all. And although Elizabeth shared in her family's happiness at the satisfactory conclusion of such an unhappy event, her happiness was tempered by the knowledge that the marriage of Lydia, which she knew would be an unhappy one, must foreclose all her own hopes for marital felicity.

The Wickhams visited Longbourn after their wedding, before Mr. Wickham was to join his Northern regiment. They were still at Longbourn for Jane's wedding. Elizabeth had not heard anything of Mr. Darcy since he had left on the day of Lydia's elopement, therefore, she was surprised to see him at the wedding. He had apparently come the night before just for the wedding and was returning to London the same day. He had not brought Georgiana with him and seemed to behave more like he had been used to prior to their encounter in the library. He was quiet, reserved and withdrawn.

Following the ceremony she spoke to him only long enough to exchange civilities as no opportunity for private conversation was available. She could discern nothing about his feelings from this exchange that could not be explained by surmising that he was struggling with having to overcome his previous regard for her. So certain was she that he would never form an alliance with someone so closely connected to Wickham, no matter the strength of his regard, that she satisfied herself with this explanation, and resolved not to regret him. No matter how much her sense of pride told her that he should love her enough to overcome even the closest kind of family connection to his worst enemy, she could not blame him for his change of heart. Thus, Elizabeth inferred from his behavior that he no longer wanted to marry her and she was certain he was relieved that the elopement had occurred before he had proposed.

Likewise, the Gardiners had come to Longbourn for the wedding. They arrived a few days before the ceremony and left on the same day that it occurred, due to the demands of Mr. Gardiner's business.

Following Jane's wedding, the Wickhams stayed another week at Longbourn and then journeyed to join Mr. Wickham's new regiment in the north. Although Elizabeth had longed to escape Longbourn during this week, she had avoided visiting Jane at Netherfield, as she wished the newlyweds to have some privacy, or at least what privacy could be salvaged with his relations still in residence there. The day following the departure of the Wickhams, however, Jane had invited her entire family for dinner. She also invited Elizabeth to come and spend the morning with her while Bingley attended to some of his estate business. When Elizabeth arrived to visit, Jane asked, "Lizzy, what do you know about Mr. Darcy's involvement in Lydia's wedding?"

"What?" replied Elizabeth, "I do not know anything, what do you mean his involvement? How could he, of all people, have been involved?"

"I have just had a letter from our Aunt Gardiner. While she was here, she had been relating to me all the particulars attendant upon Lydia's marriage. But we were interrupted, and then with the wedding plans we never had an opportunity to finish the conversation. Since she was obliged to leave the neighborhood immediately after my wedding, she wrote to me when she arrived in London. Her letter seems to indicate that she believes you to have full knowledge of the circumstances of Lydia's wedding. But since you have already said that you do not, I will show you her letter."

Jane immediately handed the letter to Elizabeth who read about Mr. Darcy's responsibility for the wedding of her youngest sister. Mr. Darcy had left Hertfordshire for London the morning after he had heard the news with the express intention of locating the couple and inducing a marriage. He had found Mr. Wickham and Lydia and negotiated an agreement which resulted in the marriage. Then, he had visited the Gardiners unexpectedly and explained that he felt responsible for the elopement since he knew about Wickham's bad character but refused to lay his private actions open to the world. Therefore, he had paid Mr. Wickham's debts and purchased his new commission.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed that Mr. Darcy would bear so much expense and mortification to be of service to her sister and family. That he had sought out Mr. Wickham and bargained with him to marry Lydia was astonishing. Elizabeth knew he had strong feelings for her and she was sure that those feelings had added to any other inducements which had lead him on, however, the fact that he had been instrumental in bringing about Lydia's marriage, as astonishing as it was, did not change her conviction that he no longer wanted her.

Certainly, after the strong feelings he had harbored for her, he must still care, but she was still convinced he could not want a connection with Wickham. She was even capable of feeling sympathy for what he must have felt in securing a match that would foreclose his own chance of happiness. For in her mind, it was a foregone conclusion that he simply could not marry her, under the circumstances. Therefore, she did not condemn his inconstancy in giving her up, but looked upon his sacrifice of his own future happiness in order to spare her family's reputation as an indication of the depth of his love. Furthermore, although she credited his love for herself as a motivation for his involvement, she did not doubt the veracity of the reasons that he related to the Gardiners. Nevertheless, although she remained convinced that his previous intentions could never reach fruition, she wished she could see him once more to express her thanks and appreciation for all he had done for Lydia.

Jane had not said anything for the quarter hour or so during which Elizabeth read the letter and reflected on its contents. However, both ladies were stirred from their thoughts when the door to the drawing room opened and Mr. Bingley walked in, eagerly searching for his bride, followed by their newly arrived visitor. Mr. Darcy's eyes met Elizabeth's immediately and he seemed equally surprised to see her as she was to see him.

After he exchanged greetings with both ladies, Mr. Darcy suddenly remembered that he had just arrived from traveling several miles on horseback and went to his room to clean himself up and change his clothing.

Mr. Bingley explained that Mr. Darcy had been at Pemberley since the wedding, but upon Mr. Bingley's invitation had agreed to return. Although he had not wanted to be in their way so soon after their wedding, Mr. Bingley had convinced Mr. Darcy that his presence would actually give them more privacy by keeping some of their other house guests occupied. At the time, Mr. Bingley had not known that Mr. Darcy might have another motive for wanting to return to Hertfordshire. At any rate, Mr. Bingley explained that Mr. Darcy had rode in from town on horseback early that morning and that his trunks would arrive by carriage with his sister and her companion, later that day. Shortly after Bingley's explanations, his sisters arrived in the room and he was obliged to repeat every particular about Darcy's visit. Having already heard all, Elizabeth took the opportunity to go outside for a walk to clear her mind of all the events of the past half hour and to prepare for seeing Darcy later, which she knew was inevitable.

Elizabeth had been outdoors rambling through the various paths surrounding the house when she encountered Mr. Darcy, who had ventured outdoors in search of her, after not finding her with Jane when he returned to the drawing room. Upon seeing her in the path, Mr. Darcy approached her and said, "Miss Bennet."

"Mr. Darcy," came her response as they met in the path in front of a large oak tree that stood to one side. Without hesitation, she immediately poured out the feelings that were forefront on her mind, "I am glad to see you here. Please let me take this opportunity to thank you for everything you did for my poor sister, Lydia. I have just learned about it this morning. Please let me thank you again and again on behalf of all my family, since, except Jane, they do not yet know to whom they are indebted."

"If you must thank me, let it be for yourself alone, your family owe me nothing. As much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you." Elizabeth was affected by this disclosure, but it only confirmed what she had already suspected.

After a few more moments of silence, Mr. Darcy spoke again, "Miss Bennet, I believe we were engaged in a conversation at the time the unfortunate news regarding your sister reached us. I would like to resume that conversation at this time if you do not object."

"I have no objection, sir," she replied, which produced a small smile on the lips of her companion.

Chapter 18

Not inclined to allow an opportunity for another interruption, Mr. Darcy came to his point directly, "Miss Bennet, what I was going to say then is that," he took her hands and looked directly into her eyes, "I love you."

She was overcome with emotion as she replied, "I know," which was not the response he was expecting, nor the one she had planned to deliver. She continued, "but I thought after Lydia's scandal . . . I mean she's married to . . . I thought you would not want me anymore after that," she finished quietly, casting down her eyes.

"Not want you?!" he said in astonishment, then pulling her closer, he continued, "Elizabeth, I love you so much. You are all I want. I would not let anything or anyone keep me from you. You are in my thoughts constantly. I could never have enough of you."

Elizabeth was not unaffected by his words, but was so utterly astonished that he could still want her after everything, that she said, "but you left so abruptly and then you stayed away. You only came back for Jane's wedding and then you left again, until today."

"Elizabeth, I left abruptly because I knew I was the only one who could find Wickham. I knew you might wonder about my leaving, but we had not reached an understanding yet so I could not write to you. I hoped you would understand. Then, after my 'business' in London, I had to go to Pemberley, I had been away far too long. I had some things to take care of, including, preparing the place for a new mistress," she blushed, he smiled "and there were two more reasons I stayed away following Bingley's marriage. I did not want to stay at Netherfield immediately following their wedding; and the Wickhams were here. I thought it would make everyone more uncomfortable, given recent events, for me to be in the neighborhood while they were still at Longbourn. So I waited for them to leave, which they did yesterday, and so I am here today. I came back for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. I am so sorry if my absence caused you any distress, had I known it would cause you to doubt my intentions I would have found a way to reassure you." Then he gently stroked her cheek and said, "if I have truly caused you to suffer in such a way, then I do not deserve your mercy now, but I beg you nevertheless to keep me in suspense no longer. Please give me your answer."

"But sir, you have asked me no question," teased Elizabeth, "surely I could not give an answer without one, and I would not want to be so presumptuous as to give an answer based on my own conjecture of what your intended question might have been."

Just as Darcy was about to deliver the beautiful, heart touching, eloquent proposal he had taken great pains to prepare over the past several weeks, and which he had rehearsed at length, they heard the voices of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst coming from around a bend in the path that lead from the house. Mr. Darcy had his back to the path while Elizabeth was facing him standing at the edge of the wood next to the large tree. He glanced back towards the direction of the voices, and seeing no one, felt confident that they had not been seen yet either. Thus, he took the opportunity to avoid another interruption, and with a look of urgency and determination he moved towards Elizabeth off of the path and whisked her quickly behind the large tree so that they would be hidden from view. He leaned his back against the tree and pulled her close so as to insure that her skirts would not be visible; then he fixed his arm around the small of her back. He did this in such a quick motion that Elizabeth had no time to resist or to respond. She found herself very close to him and she could feel his breath on the side of her face. Elizabeth was surprised that she felt so comfortable and safe in his arms. She thought she should consider her current position a rather improper one, but to the contrary it felt anything but wrong, it felt ever so right.

Mr. Darcy, in no humor to waste any more time, immediately leaned down and, in the urgency of the moment (he could not very well continue standing there with her against him not being engaged!) his intended speech was abandoned, as he whispered with great feeling in the general vicinity of her ear, "marry me, Elizabeth, please."

Elizabeth let out a small gasp which she quickly stifled and then raised her head to meet his eyes. Just then Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst had nearly reached their tree and she could hear Miss Bingley say, "I know I saw him walk towards this direction when I looked outside the window from the house."

Elizabeth's eyes widened and Darcy put a finger to his lips. Elizabeth put her hand behind his neck, a motion which had no small effect on the rate and force of Darcy's heartbeat, and gently pulled his head closer to hers until his ear was close enough for her to whisper, "yes, oh yes."

Mr. Darcy's knees went weak and he practically melted right there, but he managed to remain standing and quiet, as the expression of heartfelt delight diffused over his face. (It seems both Mr. and the future Mrs. Darcy have an uncommon ability to maintain their composure!) In response he simply pulled her closer until her head was resting gently upon his chest with his head still bent close to hers, and said a silent prayer of thanks.

Then they heard Mrs. Hurst respond, "I did notice that Miss Bennet was no longer in the drawing room either, when we left." The superior sisters had stopped walking right in front of the tree behind which the lovers were concealed!

Mr. Darcy was overwhelmed with the provocative sensations of his beloved. He could feel the warmth of her body, he could feel her warm breath, he could smell her sweet scent, he could hear the gentle sounds of her breathing, he felt her arm still around his neck and her other hand gently resting on his arm that was around her waist.

"What do you mean to imply Louisa?" asked Miss Bingley indignantly.

"Well, perhaps she and Mr. Darcy met out here," answered Mrs. Hurst.

Darcy felt Elizabeth's body quiver as she stifled a giggle.

"Nonsense, Louisa, you cannot be serious, you know Mr. Darcy is far too clever to be taken in by a girl such as Miss Eliza Bennet," replied Miss Bingley.

Mr. Darcy was in great danger of being driven to distraction with his Elizabeth in such close proximity. He could no longer contain his emotions and he raised his hand and began to caress the side of her cheek with his fingers.

"Anyway," continued Miss Bingley, "I am sure his return to Netherfield is on account of me."

Then Mr. Darcy began to gently place small tender kisses along Elizabeth's face and neck, which, in their present position, were situated conveniently beneath his lips. Elizabeth drew in a deep breath and he stopped, lest she be heard.

"I believe he was very close to proposing before he went away," continued Caroline, (she did not know how right she was!) "You must have noticed his particular attention to me the day of the picnic."

Once Elizabeth regained her composure Mr. Darcy resumed the activity that had caused her discomposure.

"He knows what kind of a mistress Pemberley requires," Miss Bingley astutely announced.

Mr. Darcy continued placing tiny gentle kisses along the line of Elizabeth's face towards her chin, while settling his hand on her other cheek.

"He can keep the likes of Eliza Bennet on the side if he wants, for all I care . . ."

His lips found hers.

". . . as long as he is discreet, of course," finished Miss Bingley with a cackle.

First he kissed her several times, softly.

"Oh Caroline, you are too much," replied Mrs. Hurst.

Then their kiss became more fervent, evoking sensations in both of them of pleasures heretofore, wholly unknown; and by the time the superior sisters resumed their walk Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were quite deaf to their shared laughter as they made their way down the lane.

Even after the sisters were gone, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy remained in their position, but when their kiss ended she could not help laughing heartily, in which Mr. Darcy joined her.

"Thank you Elizabeth, you have made me the happiest man in the world," he was finally able to say, kissing her hands.

"I think my brother may disagree with you there," replied Elizabeth smiling.

"Then he and I shall share the title." Reluctantly they parted slightly, but remained together near the tree. "There was so much I was going to tell you. I had actually planned out my speech in advance," he continued.

"Be assured, that I found nothing lacking in your manner of proposing. I am just glad you came to the point at last."

This reminded Mr. Darcy of her initial reaction to his declaration and he said, "At last? I knew my behavior towards you made my feelings obvious and I felt that you were sure of my intentions, but I had not thought my attentions to you had inspired the utter certainty and confidence that I heard in your voice when you said you knew I loved you."

"Indeed, your manners did not betray your feelings at first, but once I knew how you felt, I could discern it from your behavior, but it was not until later that it really became evident to others as well."

He looked at her puzzled, "if it was not my behavior that initially revealed my regard for you, then what?"

She looked at him with false bewilderment and very matter-of-factly said, "why sir, do you not recall your first declaration of love to me? I would have thought it a memorable experience for you."

He then turned the deepest shade of crimson and whispered, "you seem to have a talent for hearing me when I do not intend you to."

"If you did not intend for me to hear you sir, perhaps you should not have spoken directly to me at such a close proximity."

"I thought you were asleep," he responded, smiling at the recollection her words had conjured up.

"And I thought you would go away and leave me alone if I did not stir," she said laughing, "then when you began speaking, I could not very well reveal that I was awake, given the subject of your discourse."

"You did not want my company?"

"I am afraid not, my love, for I quite disliked you at the time."

He was surprised and seemed a little hurt, but he was so happy, he had no room for unpleasant sensations, and his heart had absolutely threatened to jump out of his chest when she said, 'my love.' He did manage, however, to ask, "why?"

She then told him of all her initial feelings towards him, the effect of his speech on her, and her subsequent actions in attempting to learn about his character.

"I cannot believe you have known all this time," he said, with the idea still sinking in.

"Are you angry?" she asked.

He looked at her bewildered, then simply said, "angry? no, I do not think I could ever be angry with you, Elizabeth; but you must have been angry with me for speaking the way I did under the circumstances, it was most inappropriate."

"It is a good thing you behaved inappropriately then, for otherwise I would have made the terrible mistake of refusing your proposal."

"And I would have done everything in my power to make you think well of me, and asked again and again until you could love me enough to consent."

"I do love you."

This being her first actual declaration of love to him, his joy was evident in his every feature as he said, "and I love you, my sweet Elizabeth. You have made me happier than I ever imagined possible."

"Then," replied she playfully, "I insist on hearing this rehearsed proposal that you have prepared. I would not want all of your efforts to be wasted."

In a single motion he put an arm around her waist and spun her around, gently pressing her against the tree. She giggled and looked at him breathlessly. She could see the intense passion in his eyes. He leaned towards her holding her hands and kissed the nape of her neck then said, "first I was going to say, 'Elizabeth, I have never met anyone like you before,'" then he placed a kiss on the other side of her neck, "then I was going to say, 'you are more than I could ever deserve or hope for in a woman,'" he kissed her cheek, by now her heart was beating fiercely, he continued, "next I would have said, 'I do not know how I lived seven and twenty years without knowing you,'" he kissed the other cheek, "'and I cannot imagine my future without you by my side,'" then he kissed her forehead. "Then I was going say 'Elizabeth, I need you,'" he then kissed her nose, "'and I wish to spend my life making you happy and striving to be worthy of you,'" then he kissed her chin. "Finally, I was going to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," he kissed her lips, "and beg you, most fervently, to consent to be my wife," and ended with another, more ardent kiss on the lips. As one can well imagine, Elizabeth was overwhelmed by these declarations and sensations. By the time he had finished, her eyes were shining with unshed tears of joy. She threw her arms around his neck and he welcomed her in a close embrace.

Once they separated, he asked, "and would that have been your response?"

"I imagine I would have verbalized my assent as well, but since I have already done that, I did not think it necessary again."

"To the contrary, I would love to hear you agree to be my wife again and again."

"Very well," she said, giggling playfully as she took on a countenance of mock seriousness, "I thank you for your compliments sir, and am pleased to inform you that they are happily and graciously accepted. The sentiments that you so eloquently described and demonstrated are returned whole-heartedly. My happiness in receiving your proposals is beyond description. It would be my greatest honor to become your wife, and to call you my husband. Yes, I will consent to marry you."

"I shall have a very well spoken wife indeed!"

"And my speech was not even rehearsed."

"Indeed, how could it be, since it was in response to mine, and you could have no way of knowing what I would say."

"True, but I did have some idea, at least before recent events changed my mind. Can you ever forgive me for doubting your constancy, my love?"

"There is nothing to forgive dearest. I should have made my feelings known before I left, or at least told you the purpose of my removal. I should be the one begging your forgiveness."

"No, we shall not quarrel over something so silly. We shall agree that there is nothing to forgive and therefore neither of us is to forgive the other, or that we are both to forgive the other. Which shall it be?"

After considering for a moment, he said, "I believe forgiveness is the better choice. I think it will make a better start to happiness in marriage than the alternative."

"Very well then, we shall both consider ourselves absolved and never speak about it again. You must learn some of my philosophy, think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."

"Then I shall be thinking of you always."

"In that case I shall endeavor to create many happy memories for you, that you might have some variety in your meditations."

He smiled, and said, "shall we begin directly then?" as he leaned forward to kiss her again. After several minutes, they parted, and he asked, "may I ask for your father's consent this evening after dinner, my love?"

"Yes, but I will tell my mother myself when we get home tonight."

"I suppose a general announcement will have to wait until tomorrow then."

"Yes, but you can tell Georgiana, of course, and Mr. Bingley if you like, and I want to tell Jane right away."

"As you wish," he replied bringing her hands up to place a kiss on each palm and each wrist.

Elizabeth then assumed a very serious countenance and said, "I do have a condition though."

"You shall have whatever it is in my power to give you Elizabeth."

"You must promise to speak to me while I am asleep, when we are married," she said, laughing.

"And so I shall. I shall declare my undying adoration for you constantly when you are awake and asleep," he replied gallantly, and then gave her one last kiss before they returned to the path.

Thus, they walked back to the house together, both very content.

Epilogue

Mrs. Bingley, Miss Darcy (she had arrived while her brother and Elizabeth were outside) Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley were all sitting together in the Netherfield drawing room. Mrs. Bingley was embroidering a handkerchief for her husband, Miss Darcy was practicing on the pianoforte, Mrs. Hurst was rearranging her jewelry and Miss Bingley was contemplating all the changes she intended to make at Pemberley. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Hurst were elsewhere. As Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy walked into the room together Mrs. Hurst shot Miss Bingley a look that said, "I told you so." Miss Bingley however, would not be deterred. She looked quickly for an excuse to get Mr. Darcy's attention, and thus, she picked up a cloth and some needle and thread from Mrs. Bingley's work basket and said, "oh Mr. Darcy you must come and advise me, I cannot decide which shade of orange to use for the pumpkin patch I am embroidering. I do so love pumpkins. Indeed, I find them to be the most lovely of all vegetables. Carrots, of course being my second favorite. And of course, orange is the loveliest of colors, there are so many lovely shades of orange, that I can never select from among them."

With a quick look to Elizabeth who went to sit by Jane, Mr. Darcy obliged Miss Bingley and sat down next to her to look over the various shades of orange thread supplied by Mrs. Bingley's basket. After sufficient deliberation Mr. Darcy selected a color for Miss Bingley saying, "I believe this most closely matches the shade of your dress," then pointing to her work he continued, "please do show me your progress on that, I would like to see how it turns out." Elizabeth stifled a laugh and Miss Bingley gave Mr. Darcy a satisfied smile as she said demurely, "as you wish Mr. Darcy."

Then Mr. Darcy was able to greet his sister. He asked Georgiana to join him for a walk outside. Georgiana immediately arose to go get ready for the walk and Miss Bingley also arose saying, "what a splendid idea, dear Georgiana and I would love a walk."

"Miss Bingley," returned Mr. Darcy, "did you not just come in from a walk with your sister? I would not want you to overexert yourself."

At first, Miss Bingley was puzzled, as she was not sure how he knew she had been out, but she was gratified that he was keeping track of her activities. She said, "Mr. Darcy you are so thoughtful and ever so attentive but really, I am not disposed to sit around indoors, I would much prefer some exercise, and as you know I am of a strong constitution."

"I am sure the exercise would do you good Miss Bingley, but perhaps you can prevail upon one of the others to walk out with you for I need to speak to Georgiana privately about a family matter." Elizabeth blushed as he said this, and he dared not look at her lest their expressions betray their secret.

Mr. Darcy went outdoors with his sister, to tell her of his engagement, and Miss Bingley was left to wonder how she was going to embroider a pumpkin to show Mr. Darcy later, since she had never sewn a stitch in her entire life. As soon as the Darcys were outside Elizabeth offered her company to Miss Bingley, if she still desired some fresh air and exercise, but Miss Bingley was suddenly not so inclined to walk. It seemed that her exertion earlier had really made her tired after all.

Presently, Elizabeth asked Jane whether they had received the parcel of new books for the library that Mr. Bingley had ordered from London. Jane replied that they had and offered to show Elizabeth the books. The two sisters then removed to the library, where Elizabeth told Jane about the engagement. Jane was delighted for her sister and the two spoke for above a quarter hour in the library together before returning to the drawing room.

Soon after Elizabeth and Jane returned to the drawing room, Mr. Darcy and his sister returned as well. Miss Darcy was wearing a grin and gave a knowing smile to Elizabeth and then her eyes met Jane's and each could tell that the other had been informed.

Next Mr. Darcy inquired of Jane as to Mr. Bingley's whereabouts. "He and Mr. Hurst rode into Meryton sir, to make some purchases. I am sure they will be back at any moment," was her response.

Mr. Darcy passed the next ten minutes or so gazing at Elizabeth while she worked diligently. He did not notice Caroline staring blankly at the fabric before her and willing, with equal diligence, orange pumpkins to appear there. The ladies engaged in light conversation among themselves while occupied by their various employments.

When Bingley arrived he was expecting to be met with a smile from his wife, but he was quite perplexed to see not one, but four grinning faces looking at him expectantly when he walked into the room. After his initial greetings, and an expression of admiration for his wife's work, but before he had a chance to sit down, Mr. Darcy entreated his friend to show him his new books in the library, and they were off as Jane and Elizabeth shared an amused look. Miss Bingley gave Mrs. Hurst a look of puzzled curiosity, but then decided these new books just ordered from London must be very interesting indeed.

Miss Bingley's curiosity to see these interesting books was so far awakened that she excused herself and walked towards the library. As she approached the door she could hear her brother say, "I am so happy for you Darcy. I am glad you have finally chosen a mistress for Pemberley. We were all wondering when you would finally come around."

"Then you approve my choice?"

"Darcy I could not be happier that you have chosen my sister. We shall be brothers at last. Indeed, I always thought you two would be perfect for each other. You have my hearty consent."

Miss Bingley's rapturous joy could not be contained. Mr. Darcy had sought her brother's consent to ask for her hand. She ran back to the drawing room and sat next to Louisa to whisper the news into her ear. Then the two broke out in giggles. After enlightening her sister, Miss Bingley took up her embroidery with vigor. She was determined to design the loveliest pumpkin patch Mr. Darcy had ever imagined, and she did not even care that she poked a finger with every other stitch. Indeed, after working for half an hour Mrs. Bingley noticed that Miss Bingley's fingers were swollen and bleeding and observed that they appeared as if they had been attacked by red ants. Thus, Mrs. Bingley kindly offered her sister a thimble.

When the men returned it was decided that everyone should retire to prepare for dinner. Miss Bingley wanted to give Darcy the opportunity to speak to her alone and she knew he always finished dressing quickly and waited in the drawing room. Thus, she prepared for dinner more quickly than she had ever before done, which is a wonder since she wanted to look better than she ever had. When she arrived in the drawing room, Mr. Darcy was sitting alone and looked up when she entered as if he had been expecting her. She sat down coyly to her work while he was trying to think of an appropriate compliment to the mass of orange and green knotted thread that adorned the piece of fabric she held in her hands. Finally she said, "Mr. Darcy, is there anything you wished to speak to me about?"

He replied, "well I did mean to ask you . . ."

"Yes?" she said looking at him coyly, eyelashes batting furiously.

". . . how is the pumpkin patch coming along?"

She was surprised but thought he might be nervous, so she said, "I believe it is turning out rather well, thank you."

She was trying to think of something encouraging to say to him, but just then Elizabeth walked into the room and looked surprised to see Miss Bingley there. Miss Bingley was visibly perturbed at the interruption. Mr. Darcy just gave Elizabeth a look expressing his disappointment that they had missed their planned opportunity for a moment of privacy. Soon, the others began to come down and they had all reassembled in the drawing room by the time the rest of the Bennet family arrived. After dinner Mr. Darcy asked Mr. Bennet to stay a moment when the other two gentlemen returned to the ladies. Miss Bingley noticed the absence of the two gentlemen and she might have noticed the significance of it had she not been completely preoccupied by the information she learned as a result of her overhearings earlier that day.

When Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bennet appeared, they both looked at Elizabeth upon entering the room, who only smiled and looked away. Then Mr. Bennet gave an invitation for everyone present to dine at Longbourn the following evening. Mrs. Bennet was wildly excited, but anxious as to how she would put together such a feast as would be required on such short notice. On the way home, Mr. Bennet informed his wife that he intended to invite the Lucases, the Longs, and the Phillipses to dinner the following evening as well.

That night before going to bed Elizabeth told her mother of her engagement to Mr. Darcy and explained that it was the reason for the dinner the following evening. One can imagine Mrs. Bennet's raptures at knowing her daughter was to be married to such a rich man, and as this humble authoress does not dare to attempt to imitate the superior genius of she who originally related them, they will not be repeated here.

Mr. Darcy visited Elizabeth only briefly the following morning, as her assistance was needed to help her mother prepare for the big dinner that evening. When the Netherfield party arrived, Mrs. Bingley explained that Miss Bingley had stayed home with a headache and Mrs. Hurst had stayed to nurse her sister. Mr. Hurst however, did not scruple to join the party without his wife. In truth Miss Bingley, in her infinite kindness, did not want to subject Mr. Darcy to the torture of having her around without being able to make his intended addresses to her. The fact that neither she nor Mrs. Hurst cared for their Longbourn relations may have added to Miss Bingley's unfortunate condition and her sister's compassionate desire to care for her.

The dinner was excellent and the announcement of Elizabeth's engagement followed. Congratulations flowed in from everyone in attendance. Sir William Lucas even advised Darcy that he would be carrying away the brightest jewel in the country. Finally, the evening was over, and everyone went home. Jane asked Elizabeth to visit her at Netherfield in the morning, and Mrs. Bennet insisted on making the visit with Elizabeth.

When Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth arrived at Netherfield the following morning, Jane was alone in the drawing room, and Mr. Hurst, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley were still eating breakfast as they had arisen much later than the others. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy had taken an early morning ride (as Mr. Bingley wanted to try Darcy's new horse and Mr. Darcy wanted to re-acclimate his recently injured, but cured one, to being ridden). Mrs. Bennet could not contain her excitement over the upcoming wedding of her second daughter and began talking of it immediately. When Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley finally entered the drawing room it was just in time to hear Mrs. Bennet saying, ". . . and I am sure Lizzy will make Pemberley a fine mistress."

Miss Bingley was appalled at Mrs. Bennet's presumptuous assertion, but just smiled at herself as she anticipated the woman's disappointment when her own engagement to Mr. Darcy was announced. A few minutes later, Mr. Bingley walked into the room, just returned from his ride. He greeted all of the ladies and in response to his, "how do you do," Mrs. Bennet said, "oh Mr. Bingley I am doing very well today indeed, and I am sure you know the reason."

Bingley smiled and said, "indeed, I am sure I do," then turning to Caroline he smiled and said, "Caroline, is it not wonderful news, Darcy and I will be brothers after all."

"Yes, Charles, I am delighted," she responded. Then, discerning that her brother must have assumed Darcy had already proposed to her, she continued more quietly, "but really, we should not discuss such things in the presence of others until they are formalized," giving her brother a meaningful look.

Mr. Bingley was puzzled, but was foreclosed from responding by Mrs. Bennet's delightful effusions at the entrance into the room of Mr. Darcy. "Mr. Darcy, how good it is of you to visit us. I was just telling Jane how very attentive you are. We were sorry to find that you were out when we arrived earlier. I think Lizzy especially missed you," said Mrs. Bennet grinning meaningfully. Miss Bingley was again appalled by the woman's audacity at making such a presumptuous implication so openly, and directly to Mr. Darcy!

Smiling wickedly, she looked at Mr. Darcy in anticipation, knowing she would see disgust on his features, and hoping he would make some snide comment to Mrs. Bennet. She smiled as he began to speak, but was dumbfounded when he simply smiled and said, "I assure you madame, I missed her as well," and went to Elizabeth to offer a, "good morning dearest," and kiss her hand. Miss Bingley gasped and sat down in the nearest chair.

Mrs. Bennet then recalled that Miss Bingley had been absent the night before, and she said, "Miss Bingley did no one tell you? Lizzy and Mr. Darcy are engaged to be married. Is it not wonderful. I knew how it would be, I have always suspected that he admired her."

Miss Bingley suddenly felt very ill and she excused herself from the room, followed by her ever-attentive sister. The others barely noticed their absence and had an enjoyable visit. Darcy and Elizabeth went for a walk together in the gardens adjoining the house, and Miss Bingley had the pleasure of watching them enjoy each other's company from the window in her bed chamber.

The wedding occurred a few weeks later. Miss Bingley had reconciled herself to the match and learned to be civil to Mrs. Darcy. The Fitzwilliam family attended the wedding and Miss Bingley was particularly attentive to Mr. Darcy's cousin, the eldest son of the Earl of _____. Being even less handsome than his younger brother and lacking those other qualities which make Colonel Fitzwilliam attractive, the elder brother, in spite of his fortune and title, had little attention from handsome women and was flattered by Miss Bingley's addresses. Soon, a mutual attachment formed and they were married. Mrs. Darcy gave Miss Bingley, as a wedding gift, some tiny undergarments trimmed with lace and beautifully embroidered with exquisitely designed pumpkins surrounded by flowing vines. (Elizabeth had found the garments in the warehouse of clothing her husband had purchased for her upon their marriage, but had embroidered them herself.) Miss Bingley liked them too much to be appalled that Mrs. Darcy would give her such a gift. This gift also helped along Lord Fitzwilliam's appreciation of his wife's favorite gourd. Upon becoming mistress of the Fitzwilliam estate home, many years later, as her husband's parents lived long, healthy lives, Lady Caroline was pleased to discover a picturesque area on a corner of the estate, which was adorned with many sharp and pointy rocks. This quickly became Lady Caroline's favorite spot, and she insisted on planting a large field of pumpkins nearby, where she often found solace embracing her favorite gourds while she related her troubles to them.

After she was married, Lady Caroline learned that her husband's estate was entailed away to male heirs. She bore her husband five daughters. Colonel Fitzwilliam married Anne de Bourgh but she was too sickly to bear him any children. Elizabeth bore three sons. Because of the rules of entail, the eldest, Mr. Bennet Darcy, inherited the Fitzwilliam estate and earldom. Thus, Pemberley was bequeathed to the second Darcy son, and the third inherited Rosings. Lady Caroline Fitzwilliam was constantly trying to get the three Darcy boys to marry her daughters, but none of them would. Instead they married three delightfully sweet sisters of little fortune from a small estate in the country. Elizabeth also bore two daughters. The eldest married a young Mr. Bingley and the second married Georgiana's eldest son (both of whom were also targets of Lady Caroline's matchmaking for her girls.) One of Lady Caroline's daughters married a young Mr. Hurst, another married a young Mr. Collins, and a third married a young Mr. Wickham (whose father was tragically, um, . . . drowned, during his military service in Newcastle, prior to the boy's birth). The other two were old maids. All of the matches were love matches.

The elder Mr. Collins insisted that his son cooperate in cutting off the entail on Longbourn as soon as the boy was of age. Once this was done, Mr. Collins, in his infinite wisdom, chose to break up the estate, that he might be able to provide a little something to each of his six (poor Charlotte) children, rather than keeping it together to pass on for generations to come. Thus, Lady Caroline's daughter, Mrs. Collins, did not even get to be the mistress of Longbourn!

FINIS

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