Traveling By Post ~ Section I

By Gaby A.

Section I, Next Section

Chapter One

Posted on Saturday, 24 July 2004

The rain streamed from the brim of his hat onto his breeches as he bent on one knee to examine the fractured axel of his coach. They were mired in the mud, one wheel having been twisted off by a branch wedged between its spokes and another splintering under the now unbalanced weight. He had hoped it to be a hairline fracture that could be lashed together long enough to get them to the nearest carriage station, but it was a deep, ugly crack that ran almost the length of the axel and threatened the destruction of the chaise itself.

“We must unload quickly,” shouted Darcy in order to be heard above the driving rain. He straightened and drew his great coat tighter about his shoulders. “I don't know how long she'll bear the strain.” They struggled to remove the trunks without upsetting the balance and carried them to the side of the road, hiding them beneath some bushes. There, Darcy removed the items he deemed most valuable and hid them on his person as best he could. He then stooped to gather enough branches and leaves to conceal his belongings and hurried back to assist James with the horses.

It was an unusually cold day for the middle of October or he would have left James to guard the coach and his possessions while he took one of the horses and sought help. But it was far too cold for a man to stand in the elements for long, and adding his weight to the carriage was obviously out of the question. Besides, he had no idea how long it would take for him to find his way back. Perhaps they would return to find the coach stolen or destroyed by looters, but there was nothing to be done; they had to find shelter and a workman to replace the axel. The worst of it was that without a saddle, he would have nowhere to store the important papers he was carrying. For now, he tucked them between his chest and his linen shirt to protect them from the rest of his clothing that had already been soaked through.

“Are you telling me that there is not one coach available for hire?” said Darcy incredulously.

“I am sorry Sir, but the last of them went out earlier this morning. I do expect some to return later this afternoon or evening, although I cannot give you a specific time, of course. By tomorrow morning you will have your choice of carriages, Sir, but at the moment I'm afraid I have none to offer you.”

“You don't understand,” said Darcy, raking his fingers through his damp hair, “It is imperative that I arrive in London tonight, no matter the hour. Is there no local person that might rent me - or even sell me his carriage? I am prepared to pay handsomely!”

“None of our simple townsfolk own their own Barouche or Landau, Sir. There are plenty of open carriages to be had, but those won't do in this weather. May I make a suggestion? The Post is due to pass here in less than an hour's time and if there is a seat to spare, you will be in London in less than six hours. I know it is not what you are accustomed to….but it may be the best solution to your dilemma, Sir.”

“impressing me with the fullest belief of you arrogance, your conceit” Yet again, her words echoed in his consciousness. She was right yet again! He had never even considered traveling by Post, having always thought it beneath him to share a carriage with five strangers. G-d only knew what kind of people one would encounter! The very idea of spending six hours locked in a stuffy coach with boorish, foul smelling peasants had always revolted. Well, he could not afford to be so high and mighty now; he was desperate to get to town.

“Yes, I think that is an excellent suggestion, Sir. Do you think it possible to hire one of those open carriages to fetch my trunks from the road? I believe it is less than a fifteen minute drive from here and then perhaps I'd have time to change into some dry clothes before the Post's arrival.”

“Yes, certainly. If you will have your driver accompany my son, he shall have your things here in no time.”

Having given James specific instructions and the money with which to see them through, he saw to his trunks and prepared to enter the coach. There had been one last seat available and he was sure that these good people, whoever they were, would be less than happy to have him add to their discomfort. He steeled himself for their reaction.

Lowering his head to enter, his eyes first fell upon a pair of well-worn, polished shoes, belonging to a neatly dressed elderly gentleman who greeted him with a smile and a nod. The lady beside him, her graying hair primly tucked into her bonnet, had her hand affectionately tucked into the crook of his arm. She too, greeted him with a smile, her plump, dimpled cheeks and sparkling eyes suggesting a friendly disposition.

“Good morning, good morning,” mumbled Darcy. “Thank you for allowing me to share your coach to town; I am sorry to be crowding you further,” he said, lowering himself into the seat, keeping his arms tightly at his side in an attempt to make himself as small as possible. He leaned back and raised his eyes to acknowledge the passengers facing him. A flash of amber caught his eye as he first nodded to the young woman directly opposite him, then the older lady beside her and …. She had turned her face to the window, the amber bonnet with the pleated brim as familiar to him as any article of his own clothing.

“Elizabeth!” His heart stopped beating. He was elated and crushed in the same instant. She would not face him - could obviously not bear to look at him. Well, how could he blame her? The very thought of Hunsford made him physically ill. He turned his eyes to the rain sheeting the window, hiding the panic he was sure now showed on his face.

“Mr. Darcy,” she whispered. His eyes flew back to see her nervously purse her lips as she acknowledged him. Was it possible that she was pale and flushed all at once?

He nodded, smiling weakly and returned her greeting. “Miss Bennet, how good to see you again,” he said without thinking. He did not mean to stare, but he could not turn his gaze from her precious face.

Her eyes darted here and there, uncertain of where to focus. Her mouth opened to draw in a short, shallow breath, then closed again, her lips trembling slightly. Such pitiful agitation! And he was the cause! Yet, as always, her good manners had prevailed over her distress and she had greeted him with civility. “had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner” Her words washed over him, painfully followed by his own. “I see so little beauty in their breeding ...” His heart lodged in his throat.

“Do you remember Mrs. Long?” she asked hastily, her eyes urging him to acknowledge the lady seated beside her.”

“Oh yes of course! Forgive me Mrs. Long. How do you do?” he said quickly, obviously embarrassed at not having recognized her. He shot Elizabeth a grateful glance and then looked down uneasily. Dear G-d, this was going to be a long journey!

With all that was at stake at the moment, Elizabeth's presence was a distraction he could ill afford, … and the one thing he wanted most in the world. He had often despaired at the possibility of never seeing her again, never having the chance to redeem himself in her eyes, or at least, of offering her a most sincere apology. And here she was suddenly before him, and obviously distressed at the prospect of having to spend many hours in his company. He was no less uncomfortable. How in the world would he be able to think clearly enough to plan out his strategy? He would be going into that meeting tomorrow alone, completely unprepared and vulnerable - completely defenseless. He had to find the time to concentrate on those papers! So much depended on it.

“Well, how nice that old acquaintances should meet while traveling by Post,” said the gentleman seated beside him. I always say that you meet the nicest people on such journeys. You see, Sir, you are not crowding us! You are adding to the merriment of our little party here. Dear Miss Bennet was just entertaining us with tales of her adventures in Derbyshire this summer. Were you not, my dear?”

Elizabeth turned crimson. She gave a little gasp, turned towards the window, then back again, and tried to smile.

“Now you were telling us of Blenheim and the topiaries in the gardens there.”

Elizabeth hoped to steer the conversation away from her holiday in the north, but she could see the stunned look on his face and knew it was too late!

“I was not aware that you had spent time in Derbyshire this summer, Miss Bennet. Were you on your way to the lakes?”

“I…I…that is, we did not get as far as the lakes, Mr. Darcy.”

“Where did you stay - that is, if I am not being too inquisitive?” His heart ached to think she had been so close.

“We stayed in Lampton, Sir. It is my aunt's childhood home and she had many friends to visit there. It is truly beautiful country,” she added, hoping the fullness of her answer would prevent him from inquiring further.

“And did you not visit Pemberley?” he asked immediately, his dark eyes flashing with surprise. “It is but five miles away!”

“She took a deep breath to settle herself before answering. How humiliating to admit that she had come to his home to gawk at his fine furnishings and wonder at the magnificence of his grounds. What would he think of her? She had thought herself spared of this humiliation, having visited just one day before his arrival, and now he was to learn of it in this awful way. She had known from the first that it was a mistake to go!

“Yes we did,” she said simply and looked down at the gloves on her lap.

All were silent, as if it were understood that something significant had just been said. Darcy pressed his fist to his lips and stared out the window. The sound of his breathing filled the coach.

“It is a pity that I was not aware of your visit,” he said suddenly, trying desperately not to sound wounded.

“I believe your housekeeper said that you were returning the next day,” she said softly. His jaw dropped involuntarily and he stared at her open mouthed for a moment before collecting himself and turning his face towards the rain.

“That's right,” piped in Mrs. Long, “Pemberley is the name of your estate, is it not, Mr. Darcy?”

He truly had not heard her, for as far as he was concerned, he and Elizabeth were now the only two people in the coach. “I hope Pemberley made a favorable impression,” he said, now looking directly at her.

“A favorable impression?” How she wished that she could tell him the truth! Pemberley had destroyed whatever had been left of her cocky regard for her own good judgment, nay, even her character! His letter had forced her to examine her own prejudiced and vengeful behavior, as well as the negative impact her family's conduct had on society, for until then she had been blissfully oblivious to both, thinking herself superior in manners and understanding. But then being at Pemberley only confirmed how badly she had misjudged him.

It was not the grandeur or the opulence of the house, but the warm, pleasing atmosphere created there, that had impressed her. It was the elegant simplicity of comfortable furnishings that were obviously lived in, the cheerful gardener who spoke so appreciatively of a master who trusted him and allowed him the freedom to experiment, the housekeeper who clearly respected and admired him, holding him in the highest regard!

But it had been his portrait, the shadows about the eyes, that had once again reminded her that his brooding glances had been filled with admiration and desire, not disdain. How blind she had been! How stupid and unfeeling! She had been drawn to him from the first, and had allowed a slight to turn that attraction into deliberate loathing. What had her wounded pride achieved but to rob her of all that might have made her truly happy? She loved him! She knew that now so painfully. That basic attraction, that had made his insult all the more hurtful, had not diminished and had been fed and nurtured by their verbal warfare and battling wills. They had been courting through defiance, sarcasm and innuendo. If only she had been truly cognizant of it! Now she was sure that she had won the prize for arrogance and lost everything else!

“It is a warm and wonderful home,” she said, looking at him intently. “You have every reason to take great pride in it, Mr. Darcy.”

It was the last thing in the world he expected her say! “Thank you, Miss Bennet,” was all he could manage.

Warm and wonderful home? Had he heard her correctly? Very fine, beautifully situated, grand or elegant were the phrases he had come to expect. But a warm and wonderful home? Is that how she saw Pemberley, as a home - a warm and wonderful home? He shot her a questioning glance. What are you trying to tell me, Elizabeth? But she had looked away again and he was left to wonder that the others had not been startled by the sound of his pounding heart.

Chapter Two

Posted on Friday, 30 July 2004

Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment. She had never expected this, and would not have been able to prepare for it if she had. Though she thought of him constantly, she had not believed that their paths would cross again, least of all on a coach heading for London. She had spent these last six months reliving their conversations, turning each and every word and phrase over and over again in her mind. Had her reactions to him been reasonable or pathetically defensive? How would the conversation have gone had she responded differently? And would one, slightly more amiable conversation have led into another? She was so weary of her own recriminations, and yet she continued on in the same way.

The only issues in which she felt reasonably justified concerned Jane… and of course, the manner of his proposal. But even there, she could see that he was not entirely wrong. Jane was certainly reserved in her manner, and being devoted to the happiness of his friend, he could easily have misinterpreted her shy demeanor. And had he simply informed his friend of his concerns and allowed him to come to his own conclusions, she could have forgiven him. But to state his fears as fact, and to actively work to convince his friend of their validity, was inexcusable! He had no right to interfere in so delicate and personal a matter!

The proposal too, had been tragic! Had she but known!!! Had she had some inkling of his affection for her, perhaps it would not have gone so badly. She would certainly not have accepted him, but perhaps, if prepared, she would not have been so cruel. It had been thoughtless of him to say so at the time, but his worries concerning the differences in their wealth and station were wholly justified. She knew in her heart that the social gap between them was enormous and that she had nothing to bring to the marriage but an obnoxious mother and three immature and silly sisters, all of whom might one day be dependant on him. That he had come to the decision to make her an offer was in itself, incredible! Surely he would run the risk of losing the affection of some in his family and the esteem of many friends and business acquaintances. Could she have made the same painful decision? Was that not proof of the depth of his love? And in return, she had spurned him so viciously! How could she ever expect him to forgive her?

On his side of the coach, Darcy fidgeted in his seat. He was stunned and confused by everything that had so suddenly been thrust upon him - Elizabeth's presence, her visit to Derbyshire and her implication that she saw Pemberley as something more than a luxurious estate. He needed time to make sense of it all; for he had no doubt that her words had been carefully chosen. Was it possible that her feelings for him had changed? Ever since he had placed the letter in her hand, he had been anxious to know what affect it had had on her. He was quite certain that she was now convinced of Wickham's deceitful nature, but he regretted so much of what he had written and the bitter tone he had used. Had he made things worse between them? Had his cruel attack on her family only strengthened her hatred of him?

With Elizabeth's eyes closed, all conversation in the coach ceased and they rode in silence for almost two hours. When they stopped to change horses and refresh themselves, Darcy was surprised to discover that Mrs. Long and her niece were ending their journey and leaving Elizabeth to continue on her own. The elderly couple too, had said their good byes, and they now awaited a family of four who had purchased their tickets earlier in the day. But when they did not arrive by the posted departure time, the driver mounted the coach and they were on their way.

Elizabeth found herself edgy and defensive with embarrassment, although Darcy had not said a word. Surely he was thinking how inappropriate it was for her to be traveling alone and how negligent her parents must be to allow her to do so! Sitting diagonally across from him, she eyed him nervously, working herself up into a most agitated state.

“I know the impropriety of the situation makes you uncomfortable, Mr. Darcy, but I assure you that it is not my habit to travel to London on my own. A family problem makes it imperative that I arrive today and there was no other alternative.”

Darcy chuckled, then seeing her eyes widen, quickly explained his behavior. “Forgive me Miss Bennet, I was only amused by the similarity of our situations. My carriage was damaged on the road and as it is imperative that I get to London tonight as well, I had no alternative but to take the Post. I am sorry that a family problem is prompting this visit to London; I hope it is nothing too serious.”

“No, not too serious,” she said, now rather embarrassed at having started this rather personal conversation. But she did not wish him to think ill of her, and so continued to explain. “My aunt and uncle, their three children and their maid, all came down with a serious case of Influenza and there was no one to care for them…”

“But does that not put you at risk?” he asked, interrupting her mid-sentence.

“Oh, the infectious period is long past and Jane has been nursing them this week with no ill effects, except exhaustion. I received a letter from her this morning begging me to come and help her. And as it is not like Jane to admit that a task is too much for her to handle, I left Longbourn immediately in order to catch this early coach. My father is not even aware of my departure and will surely be upset with me. But there was nothing else to be done. Jane is worn out and it seems that there is no help to be gotten.”

“Why on earth not?” asked Darcy forcefully.

“Understandably, people are wary of taking employment in a house where there is illness - especially when the employment offered is only temporary. Besides, with my aunt too ill to train anyone, it may be more of a burden than a help. But I hope that my coming will be all that is needed until everyone is well. Jane writes that my uncle left his bed yesterday and went to his office for half a day. That is a good sign.”

“Indeed it is, Miss Bennet. And I hope that by the time you arrive this evening there will be more good news to greet you,” he said with genuine feeling.

“Thank you,” she murmured, grateful that he seemed to accept her explanation without question or reproach. She lowered her eyes to the gloves on her lap, put them on and tucked her hands within the folds of her pelisse.

“I hope that my staff was gracious to you and your family while you were visiting Pemberley,” he said, hoping to draw her out again.

“Oh, yes! Most gracious and kind.”

“I am very glad to hear it, Miss Bennet. Was it in August that you visited?”

“Why yes, we had actually planned to start earlier, but my uncle's business delayed our holiday by a fortnight.”

“So you did not travel with your parents and sisters?”

“No, Mr. Darcy, I accompanied my aunt and uncle Gardiner. They are my relations who live in Cheapside and whom I now visit,” she said pointedly.

“You are obviously very close to them,” he said with a hint of envy in his voice, “to holiday with them, and rush to their care when they are ill.”

“Yes, we are very fond of one another. They are exceptional people.”

“Cheapside is a very pleasant part of town. I have several business acquaintances that reside there. Knowing your propensity for walking out, I'm sure that you are well acquainted with Monument Park. They have recently extended the walking path to completely encircle the three small ponds there.”

She was surprised to hear him describe the park in such detail. Could she believe that he would be seen strolling in Monument Park? How could this be true after the feelings he had expressed at Hunsford? The conversation, though calm and amiable, was most distressing, for she knew that nothing would ever come of it. He could not possibly still love her and even if some spark remained, he would never make her a second offer. How could he risk humiliating himself again after the way she had abused him! “…you are the last man in the world that I could ever marry!” She dared not even entertain such a hope and surely these congenial conversations would only be another source to pain to her in the future.

She shivered, and then drawing her pelisse closer about her neck, said, “I doubt that I shall have much time for walking out this trip, Mr. Darcy.”

“Miss Bennet, you are cold! Please, allow me to help you on with my coat. The temperature in this carriage has dropped considerably,” said Darcy removing it and leaning forward to hold it up for her.

“Oh, I couldn't possibly take your coat, Sir!” she said most emphatically, and then seeing him stung, added, “I am not at all cold, Mr. Darcy. It was just a reaction to this dreary weather and my weariness from having rushed about so this morning. In fact, I think I shall take the opportunity to rest a bit now, if you don't mind.” And saying that, she angled her body sideways towards the window and closed her eyes.

Why aren't you willing to accept anything from me, Elizabeth? He reluctantly drew his arms back through the sleeves of his coat and stared at the movement of her eyes beneath her lowered lids. He knew she was feigning sleep and it angered him. He wanted her to shout at him, to quarrel with him, to do anything but ignore him.

He pulled out the business papers he had brought along, and noisily sifted through them. Two could play this game and he would certainly put the time to good use!

His eyes darted from Elizabeth's face to the printed page again and again. He timed his breathing to coincide with hers and watched for the slightest flutter of her lashes, the smallest movement at the corners of her mouth. So when she actually fell asleep, some twenty minutes later, he was aware of it immediately. It was only then, that he stopped trying to read and stared at her openly. How beautiful and vulnerable she looked in her sleep, and how painfully out of reach.

As frustrated as he was, he forced himself to remember that this encounter was a blessing he could not even have imagined earlier that morning. Their conversations had been civil, at times even amiable, and she was going to be in London for a week or more. If nothing else, perhaps he could get her to accept his apology - or at least listen to it. Elizabeth's description of Pemberley had encouraged him to hope that somehow, something had changed, but he had misread her feelings before, and he was determined not to do so again; he would proceed with great caution!

What a joy it was to be able to gaze at her, unashamed and unobserved. How he loved the shape of her hands, the curve of her jaw against the pearly skin of her neck. He could now blatantly stare at the swell of her bosom as she took in breath and released it. But would he ever have this privilege again? Or would this be the closest he would ever get to loving her? The thought twisted his insides and he forced himself back to the contract.

He read the papers through in their entirety for the third time, leaned back and closed his eyes. It was no use! He knew the contract by heart; that was not the problem. Without his solicitor at the negotiations, he would be unable to counter any new offer with full understanding of its consequences or the laws that applied to it. Durand was known for being a shrewd and manipulative negotiator, not above taking every advantage and twisting the law to fit his needs. Perhaps the wisest thing for him to do was to withdraw the offer and lose thirty percent of his investment, as agreed upon. It was a substantial sum, but he would recover it eventually. His father had warned him about risking such amounts and he had always been so scrupulously conservative before,… but he had gone a bit mad this summer, and this had been the result. He had no one to blame but himself.

As the condition of the roadway deteriorated from the continued pounding of the rain, the swaying and lurching of the carriage became more and more pronounced and Elizabeth's slumbering form responded to its every movement. Her upper body would suddenly be pitched forward slightly, only to fall back against the cushioned seat with a snap of her neck or the bump of her head against of windowpane. She would momentarily startle, then miraculously sink back into deep repose, huddling against the chill and drawing herself together for warmth.

Each time her temple made that unsettling little thud against the pane, Darcy would cringe, his irritation at her stubbornness mounting and his concern for her welfare increasing. When he could stand it no longer, he took off his waistcoat, folded it several times and slid across the seat in order to place himself directly in front of her. With the next jolt, he slipped the makeshift pillow between her head and the pane, so that when she fell back onto it, it cradled her head. He saw the corners of her mouth turn up ever so slightly as she snuggled deeper into its folds. Having succeeded in this without waking her, he took his coat and draped it gently over her shoulders. Still she slept, and so he brazenly tucked the sides of the coat in about her. Finally content, he returned to his seat by the opposite window.

But his satisfaction was short lived. With the next big jolt, Elizabeth was jostled about, and thrown to her left, falling towards the empty space beside her. Darcy lunged across to catch her before her head hit the seat, but now that he had her in his arms, he didn't quite know what to do. If he held on to her, the way he wished, she might awaken and accuse him of taking untoward liberties. For a moment, that idea pleased him - perhaps she might feel herself obliged to marry him! Be serious, Darcy! She'll never forgive you. Yet if he returned her to the window seat and left her there, she would, in all likelihood, eventually injure herself. He sat holding her for quite some time, staring incredulously at her still sleeping form. His face was so close to hers that he could feel her breath tickle his cheek. Her lips parted slightly and she seemed to purr as she settled herself into his embrace.

Ever so slowly, he inched her back towards the window seat, but turning her towards him, he gently urged her head onto his shoulder. He slipped his arm around hers to secure her, drew the coat up about her shoulders, and leaned back and sighed. If she resented him for this, so be it! There was nothing else to be done - except wake her of course, but somehow that had not even occurred to him.

Chapter Three

Posted on Wednesday, 4 August 2004

Darcy barely allowed himself to breath at first - or move, or cough or shift his weight. But as time went by his shoulders relaxed, the knots in his neck loosened and he began to appreciate his very singular position. She was resting so comfortably against him, her expression serene. Her breathing pattern would change from time to time, or she would adjust her position now and again, but she did not stir from her slumber. He grinned at the thought that she was not only a good walker, but an exceptionally good sleeper! He let his lips come to rest, ever so lightly, on top of her curls, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her hair. Instinctively, he kissed the top of her head, but happily, she did not feel it. He knew he would have to control himself, for it felt so natural, so comfortable to have her close, and he could easily forget himself.

Only yesterday, he would have given anything just to have a glimpse of her. Being in her company, watching her laugh or sing was all he could have wished for. Yet now, they sat with their arms entwined, and his head leaning ever so gently against hers. She did not seem to mind, for she often lifted her chin to snuggle against his neck, at times burying her nose in it and sighing contentedly. Of course, she might awaken at any moment and slap him; but for now, it all felt as if it were meant to be. He wanted for nothing but to remain this way forever. His business problems had faded from his mind, his heart was full and his senses had suddenly come alive again. This quiet intimacy was so precious, so rare - he would not have believed it possible!

Fitzwilliam Darcy had been functioning on only four or five hours sleep for nearly a year now and was in a chronic state of fatigue. No amount of punishing exercise or soothing nighttime ritual could bring him rest. Now, warmed by their closeness and exhausted by the strain of their encounter, his body ached to sleep - the last thing in the world he wanted to do! He would not wish to miss a moment of this precious time with Elizabeth, even if only one of them was conscious of it. But his lids grew heavy as he slid further into their mutual embrace, and although he fought it as long as he could, he finally succumbed to sleep.

Through her fluttering lashes, Elizabeth tried to focus on the lovely design on her pillow. Its elegant paisley embroidery was unfamiliar, but it was rather dark under the blanket - or perhaps it was a part of the wonderful dream she had been having. She couldn't remember it now, but she knew its images had made her very happy. Then the sudden bounce of the carriage and the tightening grip on her arm brought everything back to her consciousness. She gasped, her first impulse being to fly off the seat and scream. But some inner wisdom held her there and she gingerly drew her nose out from under the cover. Her blanket was his coat, and her pillow, his vest, where her head had been resting so contentedly.

She stared up at his stubbly chin, listened to the gentle rhythm of his breathing and felt the throbbing of his heart. No wonder she had slept so well and dreamt so happily! But how could she actually feel the beating his heart, she wondered. Her left arm was under his control, but her right was free, so she tried drawing it out from under the coat. To her bewilderment, it was restrained as well - by a heavy piece of fabric. She peered down and was horrified to discover that while her thumb rested on his vest, the rest of her fingers had somehow tucked themselves into the opening between the two buttons and were lying on the thin linen fabric of his shirt, directly over his heart! She was mortified! How could she have done anything so intimate? And how had she come to be curled up against him in the first place? It was clear he had come to sit beside her and had threaded his arm about hers, but he couldn't possibly have orchestrated this! Nor would he, she knew.

Don't wake up, Fitzwilliam, please don't wake up! Trembling, she raised just one finger at a time, fearing that the sudden change of pressure might rouse him, and even so, he began to shift in the seat and murmur, “Elizabeth. No…no.” She let her hand hover over his heart for a moment longer before withdrawing it and bringing it down to rest on that very spot on top of his vest. Darcy sighed contentedly and kissed the top of her head, mumbling endearments into her hair. Her mouth gaped opened in astonishment!

She was too moved by his affection to be angry with him. Each time the coach bumped or lurched he held her fast, and it soon became clear that he had seated himself beside her to protect her. She was grateful that he had overruled her on the coat as well, for it was terribly cold, even with it draped about her. And now, feeling his kisses on her head, and the spontaneous caresses of his fingers on her arm, she knew that he still wanted her. He still loved her! Despite all she had said and done, despite all the hateful, angry looks - he wanted her! How was it possible?

Tears of joy welled up, but she quickly blinked them back. She mustn't let him see her like this. She mustn't let on that she knew! How ludicrous it would be for her to suddenly declare her love for him after all this time! He would never believe her. Or worse, he might think that the luxuries of Pemberley had been the inspiration for her affection. No, she would have to proceed slowly and cautiously. She would admit that his letter had shocked and humbled her and then allow her newfound admiration for him to grow. Then perhaps he would be able to accept her love as truly genuine. But that would require time. A great deal of time! And when would she have the opportunity?

But for now, the problem at hand was how to get out of this embarrassing situation! How would they be able to face one another after waking up in each other's arms? Her mind raced, but no solution presented itself. If she moved away, he would know that she was aware of their intimacy… and if she did not? It occurred to her that it was he who had moved, after all. Perhaps it was best to leave the problem to him. Besides, she could not tear herself away from him just yet. She would pretend to sleep and allow him to get them out of this dilemma. She had not doubt that he would.

Some twenty minutes later, the carriage wheels slowed and the ruckus of a market day penetrated the quiet of their sanctuary. Darcy awakened with a jerk, then froze, as the realization of his predicament dawned on him. “Oh dear Lord,” he muttered, as he gently eased his arm out from under hers. She felt him slip his hand under her cheek and tenderly caress it before lifting her head and turning her from his chest to the window. He placed her hand in her lap, removed his coat and returned to his seat by the other window. It was all she could do not to smile.

When the carriage came to a stop, he placed his hand on hers and whispered, “Miss Bennet, we must disembark now.” She delayed her response. He rubbed the back of her hand, then gave her fingers a squeeze. “Won't you come have some tea, Miss Bennet. The rain has stopped.”

Elizabeth blinked her eyes open, pretended to be momentarily startled, then gave him a shy smile. “Mr. Darcy, forgive me,” she said, straightening herself. “I fear I have been a terrible traveling companion. Have I really been sleeping all this time?”

“You have,” he said smiling at her, “but not to worry, I have only just awakened myself. I suppose the rain was a perfect inducement for an afternoon nap. We have but a half hour to get something to eat while the horses are changed. Won't you join me?”

“Yes, thank you,” she said, now coloring at the thought of what they had just shared. She waited as he came round to offer her his hand.

They were shown to a small table by the window where Darcy pulled out the chair for her.

“I think I should like to freshen up, Mr. Darcy. If you will excuse me,” she said, trying to appear calm. But in truth, she had never been so flustered in her life. How would she be able to keep a seemingly unaffected countenance? It was essential that she behave normally in his company, and yet at this moment it seemed impossible! She had to escape his intense scrutiny as quickly and gracefully as she could.

She wrung out the cloth and buried her face in its warmth, letting out a deep sigh. She could not imagine having the discipline to remain composed in his presence now? How could she look him in the eye without his knowing? She knew she had to pull herself together quickly! He was waiting for her, and she was not yet prepared to face him.

With the time so short, Darcy ordered the tea with a platter of cold meats, cheeses and fruit. He thought they might start with a warm broth, but asked that it be served only once the lady had returned. He waited and waited, his agitation growing. Was she ill or upset? Did she know what he had done?

After some twenty minutes of anxiety, he finally poured himself a cup of tea and was about to put some food on his plate when she arrived at the table. He rose immediately, searching her face for a clue as to her frame of mind.

She looked at his plate. “You haven't eaten, Sir!” she said, genuinely dismayed.

“I waited for you,” he mumbled.

“Oh, you shouldn't have! I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting; I had no idea!” she said, allowing him to push in her chair.

He looked at her incredulously! Did she really think that he would start without her?”

Searching her face, he noted the red blotches on her cheeks and the reddened rims of her eyes. She was distressed - seriously distressed, but attempting to hide it. Obviously, she was aware of his indiscretion, but was at a loss at what to do about it! He was prepared to have it all out in the open, here and now, for the last thing he wanted was for her to distrust him. “Miss Bennet,” he began.

“I am so looking forward this cup of tea!” she said quickly, cutting him short. “I hope it is still hot.”

“I …I'll order a fresh pot,” he answered, relieved that she had postponed the inevitable for now. She was right. This was neither the time nor place for such a discussion and she would have two full hours to abuse him before they reached London.

They prepared their plates and ate in a silence only punctuated by the most essential civilities. He urged her to take the last piece of melon, while she offered to pour him more tea. They eyed each other, looked away self-consciously, then stole sideways glances at one another once more. From past experience, Elizabeth knew it was up to her to make them both more comfortable.

“How is your sister, Mr. Darcy. Will she be meeting you in London?”

“Yes, actually. She has been there with her companion for about a week now and Colonel Fitzwilliam has been looking in on them. She is very well, from what I can gather from her letters. I am very anxious to see her; I'm afraid I am guilty of spending far too little time with her.”

“Oh, but I know you to be a very devoted and attentive brother! It must be a great comfort to her to know that you are always there when she needs you.”

“Not always, Miss Bennet, as you well know,” he said, looking directly into her eyes.

“I believe it was your love and concern, as much as fate that brought you to her rescue last summer. Your keen instincts regarding her well being must have prompted you to visit at that time.”

“You are giving me far too much credit, Miss Bennet. I was simply lucky - blessedly lucky.

“Perhaps. But the fact that she could not keep the elopement from you reveals to the essential quality of your relationship with her. She obviously trusts you implicitly, and that is why you were able to save her.”

It was the kindest thing anyone had ever said to him! Deeply moved, he swallowed hard and stared at her. “Thank you, Miss Bennet.” If only I could win your trust, Elizabeth!

“I also wish to thank you for entrusting me with the knowledge of that very personal matter, Mr. Darcy. I believe my sister Lydia may have been spared some considerable pain due to my awareness of Wickham's true character.”

He raised his brows questioningly, but remained silent.

“Lydia had been invited to go to Brighten as a guest of Colonel and Mrs. Forster. At the time, she was already enamored with Mr. Wickham, so you can imagine what could have come to pass had my father allowed her go. I gave him no particulars, of course, but told him only that I had heard rumors of past indiscretions. Happily, that was enough for him to keep her home. She put up such a fuss! But you can imagine how grateful we all were when we heard of poor Colonel Forster.”

“Yes, the poor man's humiliation must have been indescribable! To be cockled by a man under your command, and to have the entire regiment know of it must be … I have no words for it!” he said with emotion. “And naturally, he can no longer have Mrs. Forster travel with the regiment as she had in the past, so he must now be without her company for long periods of time. I understand he has set her up in small house in London. He, the only innocent, is being doubly punished!”

“Yes, my heart goes out to him. Will Mr. Wickham be court-martialed, do you think?”

“I don't know that bedding your commanding officer's wife is considered an act of treason, but I think the army will find a way to punish him quite severely. I am only glad to know that he will be off the streets for a while.”

It was a very difficult conversation and he was not insensitive to her heightened color and emotional discomfort. “Perhaps we can still stretch our legs for five minutes before we board again, Miss Bennet,” he said, thinking that a change of scene, as well as conversation might be beneficial just now.

She nodded and smiled, placing her napkin on the table and gathering her belongings. He helped her on with her pelisse, put on his coat, and grabbed two biscuits from the plate. His boyish grin broke their somber mood, and she laughed as she accepted both his offerings - the biscuit and his arm.

Chapter Four

Posted on Sunday, 8 August 2004, at 10

Having returned to the carriage, whose walls had been witness to their secret indiscretions, Darcy and Elizabeth became more reserved with one another again and rode in bashful silence for some time. Darcy was waiting nervously for the explosion he was sure would come once they were on the open road and braced himself for her anger. He was prepared to listen respectfully as she vented her emotions, to apologize most sincerely and then beg for her understanding. What more could he do? He shot a glance in her direction and saw her fidgeting nervously with her gloves. The kettle is about to boil over! he thought.

“Mr. Darcy,” she began, wringing the life out of her gloves, “I did appreciate your to desire lighten our conversation earlier, but I'm afraid that I must bring us back to a more serious topic once again.”

He tried to look concerned without revealing the panic building in his chest.

“I have been rehearsing this little speech for so long, …but I never believed I'd have the opportunity to deliver it. I have wanted to tell you…” She hesitated and looked at him apprehensively. “ to admit to you, that your letter had a very sobering and humbling effect on me.”

He leaned forward, about to assure her that it had not been his intension to upset her further, only to defend himself in respect to his relationship with Wickham, when she held out her hand and bade him wait. “Please, Mr. Darcy. Allow me to say what has been on my mind and in my heart for so long. I need to say these things to you… and to beg your understanding.”

He sat back stunned and equally distressed at the thought of her admonishing herself on his account. He waited, his mouth slightly open, his breath shallow.

“I have always prided myself in being a good judge of character and have even been arrogant enough to find amusement in other peoples' weaknesses and idiosyncrasies. Your letter forced me to hold a mirror up to my own behavior and I was truly ashamed of what I saw. - Not that I believe you to be blameless, Sir! It was, after all, your thoughtless words at the Meryton Assembly that wounded my pride and ignited my initial resentment.”

Darcy flinched and then tried to respond, but she cut him off once more.

“You were wrong to have said what you did in my hearing, but that was nothing compared to what I then did to you! I was not only eager to hear and believe every negative statement about you, but was willing to spread rumors or amusing anecdotes concerning you to my family and friends. No wonder Mr. Wickham was able to deceive me so easily. I wanted to believe you capable of everything dishonorable! I called you arrogant and conceited, accused you of being devoid of feeling and behaving in an…” She saw the pained expression in his eyes and paused…. “I accused you of everything that I, myself, was guilty of," she said slowly. "I know that I misjudged you, Mr. Darcy and I am truly sorry,” she said softly, lowering her gaze to her lap.

He ached to rush to her side and embrace her, to assure her that it was he who had started this cycle of misunderstanding and bitterness between them, and that he alone was to blame for everything that had followed. But he knew it was yet the time; she would not accept it. But he certainly could not allow her to punish herself in this manner!

`Well, at least you had the good manners to limit your insults to the person deserving them, and left his family at peace,” he said with an apologetic grin. How he wished she would allow him to lessen her embarrassment and prove to her that he was now so different from the man she'd been describing! He gazed at her tenderly, shifted over to sit beside her and took her hand in his.

“Miss Bennet, your reaction to my abhorrent behavior was perfectly natural and completely justified. Why should you give your trust to a man who has never done anything to deserve it or treated you as a gentleman should! Since the moment I uttered those abominable words I have wanted to apologize and beg your forgiveness. It was my chief purpose at the Netherfield ball, but somehow…”

“Yes, somehow I was too busy abusing you to listen,” said Elizabeth, her eyes filling with tears.

“Would you allow me to do so now?” he asked, his eyes pleading with her.

She pulled a handkerchief from her reticule, dabbed her eyes and nodded.

“First I wish to say that my behavior was inexcusable! I was selfish and cruel… and there are few things in my life that I regret more. I hurt and embarrassed you with words I truly didn't mean. Miss Bennet, I must make you believe what is absolutely true - that had the Queen herself been sitting in that chair instead of you, I would have said the same thing. I was in a foul mood and simply wanted Bingley off my back. I was thoughtless and arrogant, but my words were not meant for you, Miss Bennet. They were meant for any woman who would be so unfortunate as to be sitting in that chair. Nevertheless, I beg you to forgive me!”

She gave him a hint of a smile and nodded, but lowered her eyes to avoid his.

“There are so many other, far more important things for which I must beg your forgiveness,” he said, his voice now thick with emotion. “Where do I even begin?”

Elizabeth began to panic! Although she had initiated the discussion in order to pave the way for their possible future together, it was now escalating out of control and she was fearful as to where it might lead! Of course she wanted him to renew his offer, but how could she justify accepting him so quickly? If he was to cherish her forever, there could be no doubt in his mind as to the sincerity of her love, and how could he be sure of that when they had not seen each other these past six months! What was she to do?

“Mr. Darcy, there is no need to…”

“Oh, but truly there is, Miss Bennet! …But I can see that our discussions have been an emotional strain and I do not wish to exhaust you further. Just assure me that you will allow me to unburden myself to you one day soon - perhaps when your family is recovered and no longer needs your constant attention. Promise me that.”

Had he read her mind or was her discomfort so apparent that he knew exactly what she needed? “I promise, Mr. Darcy. But I do not know where or when we shall ever find such privacy again,” she said with a smile.

He could see the tension leaving her face and the color returning to it. He was glad and laughed. “Well, perhaps we shall have to take another journey by Post together.”

“And how, pray tell, would you arrange for the disappearance of the other passengers?” she asked playfully.

“Oh, that is very simple. I would buy all six tickets and throw four of them to the wind,” he replied.

“Just as I thought,” said Elizabeth frowning. “The very rich are shamefully extravagant!”

Darcy laughed heartily at that remark, so grateful to have his cheeky Elizabeth back. “Now if I only had another biscuit to offer you, perhaps I could keep you smiling for a while. Why didn't I pinch a few more while I had the chance?”

“That is true, I would dearly love a biscuit just now! Ah….but wait! I believe I have something in my reticule from the other day's outing.” She fished through it and triumphantly pulled out a half bar of chocolate wrapped in silver paper. She held it out for his approval.

“Even better!” chuckled Darcy. “There are few things better than bittersweet chocolate! What decidedly good luck I had in getting you as my traveling companion, Miss Bennet.” He winked at her and flashed his most charming smile.

“Yes,” she said, breaking the chocolate in half and offering him his share. “I believe this had been your lucky day, Mr. Darcy.” She blushed instantly, mortified at the implication of what she had just said and tried to distract him by biting off a piece of the chocolate and making a show of savoring its richness. She closed her eyes for a moment and moaned softly, but when she opened them and saw Darcy's expression, she couldn't help but laugh. Watching her, Darcy thought that he had died and gone to heaven, but then he remembered he was not that deserving, and so decided that this had to be real.

They both seemed determined to make the chocolate last as long as possible, savoring it bit by bit, while alternately grinning at each other and staring out the window. It was a comfortable silence, tranquil and comforting. There was no need for chatter.

Darcy licked the last bit of chocolate off his thumb, colored, then chuckling, shook his head. He had not done something so ill mannered in public since he was a little boy. “Forgive me, Miss Bennet, but it was your fine chocolate and therefore your fault that I am making such a spectacle of myself.”

“I am sure your Nanny would have preferred you to wipe your thumb on your handkerchief, Mr. Darcy, but I appreciate that my chocolate is far too good to waste, and therefore cannot denounce your little lapse of etiquette,” she replied.

“Are you always in the habit of carrying sweets, Miss Bennet?” Darcy teased.

“No, …well at least not at Longbourn. When I am in town with my nieces and nephew, I do tend to carry some hard bonbons to help soothe those little bumps and scrapes that sometimes have the habit of spoiling an outing. This chocolate, however, was an indulgence on a very long and tiring day at market.

“Are the Gardiner children still quite small then?” asked Darcy.

“No, they are five, eight and eleven, Mr. Darcy, and wonderfully clever and affectionate. I can't wait to see them.”

“And what does Mr. Gardiner do, if you don't mind my asking? I believe you said he returned to his office for a half day of work yesterday.”

“No, not at all. He is a solicitor, and has a very successful practice.”

“Does he specialize in any particular branch of law, Miss Bennet?”

“His specialty is international business law, Sir. He also speaks a perfect French, which helps in many of his business dealings.”

“Just the man I need!” muttered Darcy to himself.

“I beg your pardon, Sir?”

“Oh, forgive me, Miss Bennet, I was just thinking aloud.”

“Oh,” she said, quietly, and turned her face to the window.

“I did not mean to imply that it is a private matter, Miss Bennet. I was thinking of a business problem that I'm entangled in at the moment, and I didn't wish to bore you with it.

She nodded her understanding, but then added. “My father often talks through his tenant problems with me, and although I may not always understand some of the finer points that he is making, he claims that after explaining the issues to me, he always comes away with a clearer understanding of the problem himself. If it is not too private a matter, I would be happy to listen.”

“Would you, Miss Bennet?” said Darcy incredulously. “Just sharing my frustration with someone would be of great help to me. You see, earlier this summer I entered into a business venture with a French firm, making an initial investment of….” He was embarrassed to admit how much he had risked and so said, “Well, let us just say that it was a substantial sum. We agreed that our respective solicitors would hammer out the details of the final contract, but that if I reneged at any time, I would forfeit one third of my original investment.”

“The negotiations had been proceeding well and the final meeting was scheduled for tomorrow morning. Sadly, my solicitor became incapacitated with a kidney ailment just two days ago. He is delirious with fever and pain and cannot assist me in any way. Then to aggravate the matter, the French firm has sent in a young, new negotiator, who has a reputation for being… shall we say, difficult at best! When I enter that chamber tomorrow, unrepresented, he will, no doubt, try to take advantage of me. I have memorized the document and understand the issues involved, but as soon as he suggests a revision, I shall be powerless. I am not familiar with the nuances of the laws of England, no less France, and I am certain that he is going to play with me, the way a cat plays with a mouse before he eats him. Part of me feels that I should get out before I lose my entire investment and another part of me, that prideful one, hates to give up without a fight! Ah there, you see, Miss Bennet, my pride is getting me into trouble yet again,” he quipped.

“Is the investment otherwise sound, Mr. Darcy? That is, are you confident that the venture will be successful?” asked Elizabeth.

“Yes, I have great confidence in the venture itself. Only my share of the profits hinge on many things and that is precisely what must still be hammered out. If forced to accept certain terms, I could very well reap a lower percentage of the reward, while bearing a far greater percentage of the risk. Over the long run, the business could do very well and yet I, could still lose money.”

“It is very complex indeed!” said Elizabeth. “But one thing is perfectly clear to me. You cannot go into those negotiations without proper legal representation. It would be suicide! Can you not demand a postponement due to your solicitor's illness?”

“I'm afraid that Monsieur Durand is leaving for Paris tomorrow evening and if I have not signed that contract, the undertaking will begin without my participation. Have you read about steam engine locomotives in the papers, Miss Bennet?”

“Why yes, Mr. Darcy. Is that the business involved?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Yes it is. Would you not agree that it is an ingenious and practical invention that could change not only the way we travel, but business and our entire economy?”

“Oh yes, I do agree with that, although I understand that they are to be quite noisy contraptions.”

“Yes, I suppose they will be at first, but early inventions are always crude and beg for improvement. I believe that we must make a start, however, if we are to go forward. In any case, when I said that your uncle was just the man that I needed, I meant just that! Even if he knew very little of the business arrangement itself, just his presence and his ability to question points of law would be extremely helpful. I know several big firms who would have been eager to send a man to represent me, but Durand has a history of buying the cooperation of his competition's council and I would need a man that I could truly trust. Your uncle would be the perfect man for me, but I know that he will be beleaguered by his own clients after a week's illness and I have no right to impose on him.”

“I…I do not know how strong he is, Mr. Darcy, or how he could possibly prepare for your meeting in just an evening. But I know that he would help you, if he could. I will try to make a judgment as to his health and stamina before even presenting the problem to him. And if he then feels up to meeting with you, I suppose we could send a messenger to your home.”

“That is extremely kind of you, Miss Bennet, but please be assured that there are no expectations. I know this is an impossible situation and I would not wish you to put pressure on your uncle in any way.”

They spent the last hour of their journey chatting about this and that, while inwardly wondering how they could ever get along without each other's company now. Elizabeth rejoiced in the knowledge that the man that she had come to love in her mind and heart over the past six months was truly the man she imagined him to be - and more, so much more. How could she have been so blind before? In truth, she did not deserve him, but if he ever honored her with a proposal again, she would live to make him happy.

Darcy was astonished at how comfortable he had been talking to Elizabeth on almost any subject. To come home to such a woman would be a man's greatest blessing! He had to become that man! His life would have no meaning without her. They had come very far today, but there was so much left to say, so many painful issues yet to resolve. Elizabeth had been right; they would never again have the privacy or the time they had enjoyed today. This courtship, he knew, would be the challenge of his life!

When they arrived in London, Darcy insisted on taking Elizabeth to her uncle's door and hired a cab to take them there. As the driver hoisted her larger trunk up onto his shoulders and headed up the stairs, Darcy followed him with her smaller one and her satchel. He had no intension of staying and imposing himself on the family for even a moment, and so said a rather hasty and awkward goodbye before turning back towards the stairs. But the noises just outside their door had alerted the family and suddenly the door swung open and Jane and Mr. Gardiner were before them.

“Lizzy!” shouted Jane, throwing her arms around her sister's neck, “How on earth did you get here so quickly?” She drew her back at arms length to look at her and then pulled her in even tighter. “Oh, I'm so happy to see you - and grateful too!” Her eyes suddenly fell on Mr. Darcy and she stared in astonishment. “Mr. Darcy!” she said, over her sister's shoulder.

“Miss Bennet,” said Darcy, “how do you do. ...I was just helping your sister up with her things…..um…It is very good to see you again, but I do not wish to intrude on your reunion, so please excuse me. I hope to see again when your family is well.”

“Mr. Darcy, please wait.” said Elizabeth turning from her sister's embrace. “I wish to introduce you to my uncle, Edward Gardiner. Uncle Gardiner, Mr. Darcy. We were traveling companions on the Post today, uncle. Mr. Darcy was very kind and protective of me.” She colored slightly, and lowered her eyes to the floor.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darcy and many thanks for bringing our Elizabeth safely to our door.”

“It was a pleasure to do so, Sir. Miss Bennet has told me that your family has been suffering with Influenza. I hope that everyone is on the mend.”

“My wife and two younger children are still quite ill I'm afraid, the youngest still spiking a high fever every evening. But my eldest is almost fully recovered and I am feeling very fit, as you can see,” said Mr. Gardiner.

“Are you truly well, uncle?” asked Elizabeth, trying to determine whether her uncle's positive statements were male bravado, or actually the truth. Her eyes darted to Jane's face for confirmation, even before he could answer.

“Yes, yes, my dearest, I truly am, and my activities this evening will support me. I stopped at the butcher's on the way home from the office, played with the children and even did a bit of the washing up! You know very well that your sister would not allow me to help her if I did not have the strength.

“Then perhaps I could ask you to give Mr. Darcy a bit of your time, Uncle. He has an urgent business problem that requires immediate attention, and even if you cannot help him yourself, perhaps you could advise him on how to proceed.”

“I truly appreciate your concern, Miss Bennet, but perhaps Mr. Gardiner is fatigued after such a long day,” said Darcy first directing his gaze at Elizabeth. Then turning to her uncle, he said, “Your niece offered me a sympathetic ear on our journey here, and as you can see, she is all compassion for my troubles. But I do not wish to burden you with them, Sir, as you must surely have enough of your own work to attend to. I shall leave you all to enjoy each other's company. Good evening.” He bowed respectfully and was about to leave when Mr. Gardiner stepped forward and touched his sleeve.

“Come, come, Mr. Darcy, do not feel obliged to leave. I was just enjoying an excellent glass of port in my study and would welcome another gentleman's company. Why don't you come in and tell me your story. I promise you that I shall not take on more than I can handle.”

Darcy looked to Elizabeth, who nodded and smiled encouragingly and then to Mr. Gardiner's warm and friendly countenance. “Then I suppose that I had better let the driver know that I shall be a while yet. Thank you, Mr. Gardiner, you are most generous and kind.” He dashed down the stairs and returned with his package of papers and a very cheerful countenance.

Elizabeth quietly opened her aunt's bedroom door a crack and peeked in. She then burst into smiles, rushing to her aunt's side with her hands outstretched. “Dear Aunt, I'm so happy to find you awake. How are your feeling?” she said, seating herself on the edge of the bed.

“Very weak and very guilty, I'm afraid. But exceedingly happy to see you, Lizzy.”

“Guilty?…What on earth for?”

“Oh, my family needs me and I am of no use to anyone! Poor Jane has been working night and day caring for us, washing clothes, fixing meals, and dealing with everyone's ill humor. But every time I lift my head off this pillow the room spins and by stomach turns. It is taking far too long to recover, Lizzy. I have no patience for it!'

“Well, now that I am here, Jane will get some rest, I promise you, and since uncle Gardiner and Julia have made good progress, I am sure it is only a matter of a few days before you are yourself again as well.”

“Where is Edward, my dear? Has he already eaten? I saw him only briefly when he returned from the office.”

Elizabeth lowered her lids in embarrassment. “I'm afraid that I have burdened him with a favor, aunt. I have asked him to consult with an acquaintance who has an urgent business problem. I chanced to meet him again on my journey here and in the course of our conversation he relayed his troubles to me. Uncle Gardiner said that he would hear him out and advise him.” She pursed her lips as she nervously fingered the creases of her gown.

“Who is this acquaintance, Lizzy? You are making him sound very mysterious! And from the look on your face, I believe he is far more than a mere acquaintance. Am I right?”

“Oh, aunt Gardiner, you are! And I promise to tell you everything when there is time, but I must ask your indulgence and your trust for now. You will be shocked to learn that the gentleman is Mr. Darcy, whom I berated so shamelessly last Christmas and whose home we visited on our holiday.”

Madeleine Gardiner's mouth dropped open.

“I know, I know! I said horrid things about him and made you believe that I hated him, but… So much has changed! And for me, it began changing long before we went to Pemberley. Please just support me in this for now, I beg you. I will explain it all later.”

“Very well, Lizzy. You know I have complete confidence in your good judgment. Just be protective of your heart Elizabeth; Mr. Darcy is a man of rank and privilege, and consequently has burdens and obligations of his own.”

“I know that only too well, aunt! But for now, let me look in on the children and then help Jane get dinner on the table. Shall I bring you a tray, or would you like to try and join us?”

“I would love to join you and I will do my best to do so. Come and fetch me when it is time.”

Elizabeth knocked lightly on the study door. “Can you stop for a bite of dinner, uncle? Mr. Darcy, you are welcome to join us if you like,” she said, feeling suddenly very shy in his presence.

“Thank you, Miss Bennet, but Mr. Gardiner and I were just about to say good night. Your uncle has generously agreed to represent me tomorrow, Miss Bennet, and I know that I have you to thank for that.” He kissed her hand, looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. “It certainly has been my lucky day, Miss Bennet” he whispered. “Good night.”

Chapter Five

Posted on Wednesday, 11 August 2004

With the aid of both her nieces, Madeline Gardiner, still a bit woozy, made it to her dressing table and lowered herself onto the stool. “My, what an adventure for such a short distance!” she said. Elizabeth fetched her dressing gown while Jane brushed out her hair and braided it. “It does feel good to be out of bed, however,” she said looking at herself more closely in the mirror. “Oh dear!” she sighed. “I look dreadful!”

“You look pale and tired, but beautiful nevertheless, aunt,” said Jane bending down to kiss her. “It is to be expected after feeling so wretched for so many days.”

They assisted her, ever so slowly, to the dining room table where the rest of the family was waiting to applaud her efforts. She was seated, and after five minutes of resting with her eyes closed, declared that the spinning had stopped and that she was ready to return to the human race. Five-year-old Constance sat as close to her mother as possible, placing her head on her lap and stretching her little legs out on her own chair.

“Oh my poor darling, this fever is making you so listless,” she said, brushing the hair from her flushed little face. “Mummy knows just how you feel, my love.”

Having put the last dish on the table, Elizabeth insisted that Jane eat undisturbed and allow her to serve and help the children. She smiled and held her arms out to Connie, who crawled from her mother's lap into her arms and lay there contentedly as Elizabeth spooned broth into her mouth. From time to time, her little fingers dangled her aunt's garnet pendant, and half way through the meal, she fell asleep.

“I must say, Lizzy,” began her uncle Gardiner, giving his wife a knowing wink, “the last thing that I would have expected when touring Pemberley, was to have its master pay me a return visit? How did you come to speak to him on such a personal subject as business? I was under the impression that you disliked the man exceedingly.”

Elizabeth looked down at her plate, gathered up her courage and looked up at all their expectant faces. “There have been things that I have kept to myself for many months now, mostly because of my embarrassment, but also because there would have been no point to the telling. Jane knows that Mr. Darcy and I were thrown together when I visited Charlotte in Kent. Mr. Darcy is the nephew of Lady Catherine DeBourgh, Mr. Collins's patroness, and we spent many afternoons and evenings together - in larger company, of course,” she added quickly, feeling her own face flush.

Jane's eyes widened at the thought of what her sister might now reveal.

“You are absolutely right to believe that I disliked Mr. Darcy, uncle, because I made no secret of it and took every opportunity to malign his character and find amusement at his expense….But that was only because I was behaving like a hurt and angry child. You see, he had insulted me on our first meeting, and I was determined to pay him back in kind. It was stupid of me. Mr. Darcy is good man. He did not deserve my ire.”

Edward Gardiner had expected his quick-witted and playfully impertinent niece to respond to his inquiry with a cheeky remark. Her unusual response told the whole story.

“I kept up the charade when we visited Pemberley because I was too ashamed to admit my own prejudiced behavior to you. And as our paths never crossed, I felt that I was safe in my secret. I had learned a great deal about myself from my brief acquaintance with Mr. Darcy, but I never expected to see him again.” She now looked at her aunt, her eyes pleading for understanding and approval.

“Out visit to Pemberley only confirmed the opinion that I had begun to form in Kent - that Mr. Darcy was an excellent master, brother and friend, and that his serious countenance only reflected the seriousness with which he took all his responsibilities. After having spent so many hours with him on the coach today, my esteem for him has only increased. I would not have asked you to help him, uncle, had I not thought him worthy of your efforts.” She lowered her gaze to her lap. She was done. They now all knew she was in love with him.

“Well, Lizzy,” said her aunt, with the most tender look, “I must admit to you that Mr. Darcy's reputation among my friends in Meryton did not match your estimation of him, and I had wondered if you were not being overly critical of him.”

“And I,” offered her uncle, “found him to be a most intelligent and genuinely amiable fellow this evening. I know he was in need of my assistance, but I found no trace of haughtiness or arrogance.”

“Thank you,” whispered Elizabeth, her eyes brimming. She didn't want to cry, but her family's efforts to support and understand her, touched her heart. She knew she never would have gotten the same response at home; then again, she never would have confided in anyone at home - save Jane.

She smiled at her sister through her tears. “You needn't remind me, Jane. You believed that Mr. Darcy would improve on closer acquaintance from the first!” She wiped her eyes and laughed. “I should have listened to my wiser, elder sister.” Jane simply squeezed her hand.

“My only concern is for the safety of your heart, Elizabeth,” continued Mrs. Gardiner. “Do you have any reason to believe that Mr. Darcy returns your high regard?”

“I believe he likes and admires me, aunt. His actions seem to imply that he does. He was very solicitous of me on our journey and always came to my defense in Kent.”

“Your defense?” cried Mr. Gardiner. “Why on earth would you need defending, Lizzy?”

“His aunt, Lady Catherine, is quite a critical and outspoken woman, uncle. She often said things that were quite rude. Poor Mr. Darcy would cringe in embarrassment and then say something to negate her tactless remark or compliment me on the very thing she had just found worthy of criticism. It was very amusing to watch, actually.” Of course, I only see that now with hindsight, she thought.

“But there is one thing that I still do not understand, Lizzy. Surely Mr. Darcy would not have spoken of his business dealings in front of a coach full of strangers?” said her uncle. “When did you have the opportunity for such an intimate conversation?”

Elizabeth's eyes flashed and she blushed to her temples. She took a deep breath and looked directly at her uncle. “ When I began my journey I was in the company of Mrs. Long and her niece, but they were only traveling to Cheshunt. Another family was to join us there, but when they did not arrive on time, the driver took off. I didn't know what to do! But I trusted Mr. Darcy implicitly, so I tried to remain calm. He was the perfect gentleman, uncle - I assure you. He did everything he could for my comfort and protection. He gave me his coat when he saw that I was cold and did his best to amuse me for the length of the journey. I know it was inappropriate for me to travel alone with him, but at that point, what was I to do?”

Madeline and Edward Gardiner eyed each other with concern, then looked at their niece and realized that what was done was done. Perhaps it was best for everyone concerned to say nothing more about it. They trusted Elizabeth and hoped they would soon have reason to trust Mr. Darcy as well.

Having struggled to give Connie and John their foul tasting medicine, and having finally gotten them to bed, Elizabeth went to knock on the door of her uncle's study. “Shall I make you another pot of coffee, uncle Gardiner?” she asked.

“Don't bother, my dear. I won't be much longer. This all seems rather straight forward, and the only law book I need to consult is presently in my office. So I shall leave early tomorrow morning to do some research there. Darcy and I are meeting for breakfast at eight and we shall then have two hours to discuss our strategy. Not to worry, my sweet. Go to bed.”

She kissed her uncle good night and headed for the maid's room, where Jane had made up her bed. Normally, when the two of them visited together, they would share the large bed in the guest room, but as Agnes had gone home to be cared for by her mother, Lizzy could have the luxury of a little privacy. When she opened the door, however, she found her bed already occupied by her sister.

“I waited for you to come, but it was too cold outside the covers,” said Jane, drawing the counterpane up to her neck. “Come into my room when you are ready for bed. I want to hear all about your adventures with Mr. Darcy. And I want the truth!” she said, as she jumped out of bed and came to undo her sister's hair. “I shall warm the bed for us while you wash up.”

Elizabeth slipped into bed beside her sister and took her hand. “Oh, Jane, this has been the most wonderful and unnerving day of my life. It is hard to believe that I breakfasted at Longbourn this morning! So much has happened since then!”

“Lizzy, you must start at the beginning, because I am totally and utterly confused! I had always thought that your melancholy after Mr. Darcy's proposal had to do with his letter and the revelation that you were wrong about Wickham. But obviously, there was more to it than that! So now tell me everything I don't already know.”

“What I hid from you was the agonizing transformation I was going through - from despising him to loving him - and consequently to mourning for all I had lost. Do you remember when we first saw the Netherfield party enter the Meryton Assembly and Charlotte pointed them out to us? Well, I will now admit to you that from that first moment I felt an immediate attraction to Mr. Darcy. I remember thinking, “ What a handsome man but for that condescending air. Perhaps if I kissed the cleft of his chin I could get him to smile.”

“Lizzy! You didn't!”

“I did, and far more impertinent thoughts as well,” giggled Elizabeth. “Well, you said you wanted to hear the truth.”

“Oh, Lizzy!” Jane laughed. “You're shameless! But do go on.”

“Well, when he walked away from all of us so rudely and then slighted me, I was far more upset than I would admit - even to myself. He was the first man that I was truly interested in and he wanted nothing to do with me. I suppose I became a woman scorned.”

“Until today,” Elizabeth continued, “I thought my chances of winning him back were nonexistent, but…. he loves me Jane! He truly loves me!”

“Did he tell you that he loves you? Did he propose again?” asked Jane, her eyes full of wonder.

“Well no, not exactly. He didn't say it to my face, but he let me know in other ways.”

“Lizzy, are you sure this isn't just wishful thinking on your part? If he didn't say the words, then perhaps you are just imagining it. I don't say this to hurt you Lizzy, I just don't want you heartbroken should he disappoint you.”

“Jane, you know first hand the pain of disappointment, and yet I doubt that you would have preferred never to have met Mr. Bingley?”

Jane shook her head sadly. “The hours I spent with him were the happiest of my life and I credit him with teaching me what it feels like to be loved. Now, at least, I know what I'm looking for.”

“I feel exactly the same way, Jane! If Mr. Darcy disappoints me in the end, I will be devastated, I know. But at least I will have known the pleasure of his attentions for a while and will have done my best win his love.”

“Jane, I know this will sound strange, but Mr. Darcy whispered that he loved me when he thought I was asleep! I believe he thinks I will reject him again and is afraid to even approach the subject. That is why I must start fresh and build up our relationship bit by bit so that he can be confident of my love for him. I don't know how I shall do it, but I intend try. Now that I know he still cares for me, I am determined to do everything I can to win him back.”

“Oh, Lizzy! I am so happy for you! And I shall do everything in my power to help you. But tell me, why would you pretend to sleep in front of Mr. Darcy?”

“ That is a very long story, Jane, and I have no strength to tell it. I'll see you in the morning, dearest. Sleep well.” Elizabeth kissed her sister and tiptoed back to Agnes's room.

It was still terribly early and Elizabeth was sipping her coffee in front of the kitchen window when she saw a chaise and four pull up at the front door. The Darcy crest caught her eye and she panicked at the thought of her appearance. Rushing into her bedroom she grabbed some pins to put up the braid that still lay over her shoulder and looked down at the gown she had chosen in dismay. She had dressed with cleaning and cooking in mind, never thinking that Mr. Darcy would visit at such an hour. Wait a moment! Wasn't Mr. Darcy breakfasting with uncle Gardiner this morning? Her curiosity piqued, she returned to the kitchen window, but the chaise was now empty save for the driver. A gentle knocking at the door startled her once again.

She opened it to find a pretty young maid, dressed in uniform, curtsying before her. She was holding a large basket full of freshly baked goods, while the footman behind her was burdened with boxes and tins of every shape and size.

“Good morning, Miss. Are you Miss Elizabeth Bennet?”

“Yes I am,” said Elizabeth, truly bewildered.

“Good, for the master wished me to speak directly to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. My name is Clara, Miss, and I am in service in the home of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. My master has directed me to come and help your family, and I shall be your maid for as long as you need me. If you would be so kind as to show me to the kitchen, I shall put these things away and get started.”

“I'm sorry, Clara,” said Elizabeth. “I know that Mr. Darcy means well, but I simply cannot accept! Please tell him that I thought his gesture most thoughtful, but that I declined his gift and sent you home.”

The maid began to whimper and rub her eyes. “Please Madam,” she begged, “Mr. Darcy was very firm. He said that if I could not get you to accept my help, I should not bother returning to Governor Square. He said I would lose my position if I failed to be of service to you.” She took out her handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.

Elizabeth said nothing and waited for some time until Clara looked up again. When she finally did, Elizabeth smiled and said, “Now Clara, we both know he would never say a thing like that!”

“No, Miss,” said Clara, turning a bright shade of pink. “What he did say was that he would double my wages for the time I was here if I convinced you to let me stay.” She lowered her eyes again. “Please Miss. I'll be very quiet and do everything I am told to do and more. And if I may say so, Miss, I am very good with children. The master told me there are three. Won't you give me a try and see if you are satisfied with my work?”

“Clara, I have no doubt that I would be! But you must understand that Mr. Gardiner, my uncle and the master of this house, is not in the habit of taking charity. I fear Mr. Darcy's generosity might offend him.”

This time, Clara began to cry real tears.

Elizabeth too, was very distressed. “Let me speak to my aunt, Clara. It will be her decision.”

By one o'clock, Elizabeth was pacing the floor in anticipation of her uncle's return. Surely the meeting was over by now and perhaps, if things had gone well, Mr. Darcy would want to come and inform her of it himself. With Clara having brought along two prepared meals and being very energetic and efficient, Elizabeth had been able to bath, dress and spend some extra time arranging her hair. She had only brought the simplest of gowns, thinking that she would be doing nothing but housework, so it was all the more important to make the most of her of natural assets.

But it was after two when the Darcy chaise finally stopped at their door. On seeing it, Elizabeth fled from the window, smoothed the creases of her gown and waited breathlessly for the knock on the door. When it came, she bit her lips, pinched her cheeks and ran towards it in happy anticipation. When she opened it her countenance fell, her brows arched in surprise, but she managed to give the gentleman before her a pleasant smile.

“Mr. Bingley!” she said, “How nice to see you!”

Chapter Six

Posted on Saturday, 14 August 2004

“Is Mr. Darcy not coming up, Mr. Bingley?” asked Elizabeth even before she invited him in. “I thought I saw his coach.” She went on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder and down the stairs, but suddenly realizing how rude she was being, returned her focus to him.

“No, Miss Bennet. And he is very irritated with me for imposing myself on you without warning, given your family's ill health. But…as soon as I learned of your being in town, which was just an hour ago, I… I could not wait to pay my respects.” He smiled, a bit bashfully, alternating his weight from one foot to another, waiting for her to ask him in. It was now his turn to peer over her shoulder in the hope of getting a glimpse of Jane.

Elizabeth noticed the bouquet of yellow roses and small gold box that he held behind his back and grinned. Obviously he was waiting to present them to the “other” Miss Bennet.

“Won't you come into the parlor, Sir,” said Elizabeth, determined to get more information from him before she fetched her sister. She led him into the comfortably furnished, quiet room and was about to invite him to sit, when a crashing sound and loud shouts of “No, No! I won't take any more! It makes me ill! I hate it!” could be heard in the hallway. And suddenly, the blur of a little body in nightclothes dashed between them, ran towards the sofa and squeezed itself underneath it. A disheveled and exasperated Jane, spoon in hand, appeared in the doorway. The spoon fell to the floor.

“Mr. Bingley!” she gasped.

Charles Bingley smiled sheepishly. How beautiful she was - her hair coming undone, medicine stains on her apron, her face flushed with effort and embarrassment. Darcy had been right, he really had no right to put her in this awkward position - but he was so happy that he had! She was even more beautiful than he remembered and his heart leapt in his chest! He had come to determine whether there was a still a trace affection in her gaze, and there was! There definitely was! He had seen it immediately.

“Miss Bennet, I am so happy to see you, although I can well imagine that I have picked the absolute worst time to come. Please forgive me! We were at luncheon when Darcy mentioned that you were in town, and I….well, you know, I am not known for my patience. But perhaps I can be of some assistance with…..” He cocked his head towards the sofa and grinned.

Jane simply looked at him, her eyes wide.

“What is the young man's name?” he whispered to Elizabeth, who was standing beside him.

“John,” she mouthed and suppressed a laugh.

“Uh, John! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Bingley and I am a friend of both your aunts. I have an estate in Hertfordshire very close to Longbourn,” he said, bending slightly and speaking directly to the space under the sofa. “I've brought your aunt Jane some very fine chocolates, and I think she might be persuaded to share them with you if you cooperate with her. Let me see, there are truffle centers, cherry filling, marzipan and caramel. Do any of those strike your fancy?”

A small voice could be heard from the dark, narrow space, “I love the cherry filled ones… But I hate that medicine and I won't take any!”

Bingley lowered himself to sit cross-legged on the carpet before the sofa, opened the box and placed it on the floor beside him.

“I know it tastes absolutely terrible …like smelly old shoes and fish intestines all cooked together,” said Bingley. There was a giggle from the shallow depths of the couch.

“But I always follow that nasty taste with a few sips of water and something especially good. And as I swallow the medicine rather quickly and take my time enjoying my treat, it always seems well worth it. What do you say? Shall we try? I'll help you.”

When John immerged, Bingley gave him the box to hold and asked him to lead the way into the kitchen. There he asked for the medicine bottle, a fresh spoon and a glass of water.

“Actually, if you have some leftover tea, that would be even better. “It cleanses the palate,” he said, winking at Jane who continued to stare at him, incredulously.

“Now, we shall put these things in their proper order, take a deep breath and begin,” said Bingley.

The ordeal took but a moment, and after a bit of sputtering and coughing, the medicine was down and John was savoring his chocolate covered cherry.

“Well done, Mr. Bingley!” said Elizabeth, beaming at him. “What would we have done without you?”

“You would have managed, I am sure,” said Bingley, shyly eyeing Jane.

“Shall we all go into the parlor then,” said Elizabeth, closing the box of chocolates and handing it back to him.

“John, if you bring a quiet toy to play with, you can join us if you like, or you may be excused to play in your room,” she added.

Jane suddenly found her voice. “Excuse me please, Mr. Bingley. I must wipe up the spilled medicine from the hallway.” She turned quickly and disappeared.

When they were seated, Elizabeth returned to her original purpose. “Have you spent the morning with Mr. Darcy,” she asked, knowing full well that he had not.

“No, no! We met at the club where he brought your uncle for a celebratory luncheon. I understand Mr. Gardiner totally outwitted the competition and saved Darcy a small fortune!” He reddened. “Oh, forgive me! That was not for me to tell. I only had instructions to say that all had gone well and that Mr. Darcy would like to visit after dinner this evening to celebrate with all of you. He intends to bring his sister and a magnum of champagne! He arranged all that with your uncle, of course, but as I insisted on imposing on you now, he requested that I deliver the message.”

Having finished this animated little speech, he looked down nervously at his shoes, drummed his fingers in his trousers and looked anxiously towards the door.

Jane Bennet was not the young woman she had been ten months ago when she had first met Charles Bingley. His attentions and subsequent abandonment had done much to bring to the fore the quiet strength and resolve that had always been part of her character, but that had been hidden behind her modest reserve and natural goodness. She shared her true self only with her sister, living a private life that she longed to share with someone she could love and trust. She had thought she had found that someone in Charles Bingley.

His sudden and unexplained departure had left her to question her instincts, her perception of the world and her deep-rooted belief in the trustworthiness of men. She had spent December in shock and embarrassment as her neighbors and friends cast down their eyes in pity when they passed her in the street. By January she was asking herself what she had done wrong, scrutinizing every look, word and action. By February, she had convinced herself that although Mr. Bingley thought her beautiful, she was, after all, only a country girl, and did not possess the elegance and sophistication he might require in a wife. In March, she dwelled on the fact that her almost nonexistent dowry was the cause of his rejection and by April it was her loud, ill-mannered family and poor relations. Week after week, month after month she tormented herself, until her wisdom finally cleared the fog and she saw things as they really were. For once, she was not at all to blame! It was Mr. Bingley who had lavished her with his attentions, making everyone believe that she was the answer to his every hope for the future, that she was the “angel” he could not live without.

He had enjoyed her company, and then he had fled. Perhaps he collected pretty young women wherever he went. She didn't know. But she knew that she wouldn't allow herself to be so used again. Why had he come - towards what end and for what purpose? She was determined to be civil, but she would not allow his soft blond curls and sparkling blue eyes to fool her again. So what if he had proven himself capable of being an excellent father! What mattered more, was whether he could first be a devoted husband!

She waited impatiently for Clara to finish her hair and prepared herself to enter the parlor.

“Please forgive me for taking so long to join you,” she said, looking to both her sister and Mr. Bingley. “I needed a few moments to freshen up.”

“That is quite all right, Miss Bennet. Your sister and I have been discussing my possible return to Netherfield,” said Bingley. He hoped this bit of news might pique her interest, but it did not seem to, for she simply sat and stared at him.

“Miss Elizabeth tells me that everyone at Longbourn is well….uh, … and I've been inquiring about the latest neighborhood gossip,” he said, with his usual good humor. Another lengthy pause made him even more uncomfortable, but he noticed that Jane, although quiet, looked directly at him, her l gaze serene.

“And how is your family, Mr. Bingley,” asked Elizabeth, when her sister remained silent, “I hope they are all well.”

“Oh yes, very well thank you, Miss Bennet. My sisters are all a flutter preparing for the winter Season… But they will be ever so happy to hear that you are both in town and I am sure they will come to call on you as soon as may be,” replied Bingley with enthusiasm.

“I don't think so, Sir,” said Jane, with self assured calm.

“I beg your pardon?” said Bingley, obviously surprised.

“I do not think that they will be happy to hear that we are in town at all. And please do not urge them to visit, Mr. Bingley. The last time they were here they made it very clear that they felt uncomfortable in this part of town and with our company. I was mortified for my aunt and would not want her to suffer the indignity again.”

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Was this her sister Jane speaking?

Bingley's reaction was slower in coming. He opened his mouth to speak, shook his head as if confused, then looked intently at Jane for some minutes.

“Miss Bennet, did you say the last time they were here? When would my sisters have come to visit you? I am not aware that…,” He stopped mid-sentence to shake his head again and look at her questioningly.

“They returned the visit I made to your home some three weeks earlier, Sir. But surely you remember, Mr. Bingley. We were unable to meet because you were otherwise engaged with Mr. Darcy and his sister. I do wonder, Sir, that since you had no inclination to see me then, that you would bother to come and see me now. Forgive me if my question sounds impertinent; I do not mean it to be - I only wish to understand.”

Bingley paled and found himself gasping for air. “I…I am at a loss at what to say Miss Bennet, for I find myself utterly bewildered.” He ignored her painful question and focused instead on the shocking revelation! “Are you telling me that you have been in town since I last saw you at the Netherfield ball?”

Jane looked at him incredulously. Not for a moment would she believe that he was unaware of her visit!

“I came to town with my aunt and uncle after Christmas and stayed three months, Mr. Bingley. I wrote to Miss Bingley to tell her of my visit before I came, but she claimed never to have received either of my letters. I thought perhaps you had discarded them after reading them.”

Elizabeth would not have believed Jane capable of such daring! She was shocked, … but exceedingly proud!

Bingley was now pacing the floor and rubbing his temples. It was obvious that he was working himself up into a rage. His temper seemed so volatile, that when he came to sit beside Jane on the sofa, she instinctively moved away from him. He made an attempt to take her hand, then thought the better of it, and clasped his hands on his lap.

“Miss Bennet, … Jane! You must believe that I knew nothing of your letters or your visit!” He paused to look at her and saw that she believed nothing of the kind! He then lowered his head and said softly, “It is painful and humiliating for me to sit before you and admit that I have been duped and manipulated by my own family, Miss Bennet. I am angered and ashamed beyond reason!”

It was then that Jane's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Charles Bingley and knew he was telling her the truth. She felt nothing but remorse for the harsh way she had addressed him!

“Had I received but one letter from you, Miss Bennet,” he continued, gazing at her tenderly, “I would have been back at Netherfield immediately! It was only because I didn't hear from you that I stayed away. I couldn't bear returning if I could not have the pleasure of your company. I feel like a fool and you must certainly think me one!” He rose from his seat and resumed his pacing, his lips quivering and white with anger. “And how hurt you must have been at my leaving in that way!”

“But I don't understand,” said Jane, her tone now gentle. “Caroline's first letter - the one she wrote before leaving Netherfield - it implied that you probably would not return that winter. Why would any decision to do so hinge on a letter from me?”

“Did she say that?” he shouted. “So she had this all planned out even before she arrived in London!” Charles Bingley looked as if he could breathe fire!

Feeling the need to defuse the situation, Elizabeth rose from her chair and murmured, “I believe we could all use some tea.”

“Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, but do not bother on my account. I doubt that I could hold the cup still! Although there is much I would wish to know, I find I am in no condition to be in your company at the moment. I am barely coherent. Forgive me.”

Here he turned to Jane with a pleading countenance, “But please allow me to return tomorrow, Miss Bennet. I may, by then, have a better understanding of what happened, and hopefully will have the presence of mind to share that understanding with you. I can only imagine what you must have been feeling and thinking all these months and I am deeply pained by it! … I am so very sorry, Miss Bennet. You must know that I would never knowingly do anything to hurt you!”

He bowed respectfully to each of them and quickly left the room.

“I must admit,” said Darcy, taking another sip of champagne, “that I was a bit nervous at first. Your husband, Mrs. Gardiner, simply smiled and nodded throughout Monsieur Durand's entire presentation! Durand went over the contract item by item, pointing out the particular French laws that applied to overseas investments and the restrictions on this and the taxes on that, and all the while Mr. Gardiner did not ask one question, make one objection or add anything to the negotiation. But when Durand pulled out a fine new quill and pushed the document in my direction for my signature, he held back my arm and said calmly, “As you know, Monsieur Durand, I am new to these negotiations and would therefore like some time to discuss certain issues with my client. A half hour will suffice.”

Darcy's imitation of her uncle's voice made Elizabeth laugh and she looked to Miss Darcy who was also having a difficult time containing her amusement.

“Durand had been so certain that the meeting was over and that everything had gone his way, that he blanched and sputtered angrily, “I have no time for delays, Monsieur!” So, in the calmest of voices, your husband turned to me and said, “Then I'm afraid that I cannot recommend your signing this document, Mr. Darcy.”

Everyone at the table gasped.

“Needless to say,” Darcy continued, a grin playing about his lips, “Durand relented and we deliberately took forty five minutes to return - just to make him sweat! I assure you, Mrs. Gardiner, I was not prepared for your husband's performance. He brought in a stack of French law books and recent legal journals - pages book marked and ready. He then proceeded to contest each and every point of law Durand had claimed legitimate, not only proving him wrong, but subtly implying that many of his actions was fraudulent!”

Madeline Gardiner hid her laugher behind her napkin.

“I believed Durand would lose his breakfast!” said Darcy. “Mr. Gardiner continued to smile as he altered one section after another to my advantage! By the time I signed the contract the percentage of my risk was far lower than it had been, and the percentage of my share of the profits was higher than I could have dreamed possible. You should have seen Durand's face. It was all I could do to keep a professional demeanor! Your husband was brilliant, Madam.”

Everyone applauded as Edward Gardiner smiled and nodded his acceptance of his ovation. “I must say, I enjoyed myself exceedingly!” he replied.

“Well, I am very glad you enjoyed it, Sir, but I was a bundle of nerves until you finally opened your mouth!”

Georgiana clasped her hand over her own at the sound of her brother's impertinence. Never before had she seen him so at ease with a business acquaintance or so happy in the company of relative strangers.

“Well, I extort some of my payment in anxiety, Mr. Darcy.” joked Mr. Gardiner and clinked glasses with him.

Darcy suddenly rose from his seat, his face taking on a more serious expression, and said, “I would like to propose a toast, if I may, to Mr. Gardiner, whose intelligence, skill and generosity has saved me from my own stupidity, and to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, whose generous heart and understanding nature brought us together.” He bowed deeply towards Elizabeth before raising his glass to her.

“Hear, Hear! Hear, Hear!” shouted everyone at the table.

The children giggled to hear their elders shouting and laughing. They had been allowed to partake of the fun, stipulating their good behavior of course, and were enjoying the sweets and cakes that had accompanied the champagne. Julia had seated herself beside Miss Darcy, obviously in awe of her elegance and beauty and Constance occupied her aunt Elizabeth's lap on the other side of her.

“Auntie Lizzy,” she now said in all seriousness, “you should get a dress like Miss Darcy's. It is much prettier than yours. Then you could look like a beautiful lady too.”

Everyone laughed, while Elizabeth pressed her lips together and blushed, but Darcy could not resist the opening so innocently presented to him. “I think your auntie Lizzy,” his tongue glided deliciously over her name, “is a very handsome lady, Constance. She does not need a fancy gown to make her beautiful.”

Elizabeth smiled, lowered her lashes in quiet appreciation of the compliment, and then announced that she would put up the coffee.

“May I help you, Miss Bennet,” asked Georgiana Darcy, who had, of course, never made coffee in her life, but who wanted so much to get to know the lady who had obviously taken possession of her brother's heart. The table was suddenly silent, with the family wondering whether it was proper to have a guest of Miss Darcy's gentility help in the kitchen?

“I would appreciate it, Miss Darcy,” said Elizabeth, holding out her hand to lead the way. Darcy sighed contentedly. Elizabeth never disappointed him.

She demonstrated the workings of the coffee grinder and then instructed Miss Darcy in measuring the required amount into the pot. They chatted about their families and their love of music as the coffee boiled and Elizabeth poured the cream into the pitcher and the sugar cubes into the bowl.

“Do you think you can manage that tray, Miss Darcy?” asked Elizabeth pointing to the one already laden with cups and saucers.

“I think so, Miss Bennet,” laughed Georgiana, “although, as you may have guessed, I have never done this before. I think my brother will be shocked to see me coming out with it.”

“Oh, I assure you, he will not; for I have a task for him as well. I need his height to reach something down. Would you ask him to come and help me?”

Elizabeth waited nervously for Darcy to enter the kitchen and hoped she would have enough time to say what needed to be said.

“How can I be of service, Miss Bennet,” said Darcy beaming and hoping for a few quiet moments together.

“Mr. Darcy, I have called you in on a pretext because there is something I think you should know.”

His brow furrowed.

“I assume you have not spoken to Mr. Bingley since you dropped him off here this afternoon?”

“No, Miss Bennet, I have not. Is something wrong?”

“I'm afraid he is quite upset. He discovered during his visit with us that my sister was in town this winter and that his own family had hidden the news from him.” She lowered her gaze and fingered the rim of the sugar bowl. “I remembered your writing that you were not proud of your part in that deception and I wanted to warn you that it may all come out into the open now.”

Darcy winced. He was about to respond, when Elizabeth put her finger to her lips to silence him and drew him into the farthest corner of the kitchen.

“I must also beg you not to reveal my knowledge of it to anyone,” she said in a whisper. “I have never told Jane of your interference, Mr. Darcy; I could see no reason to hurt her further. And if she finds out that I have known all these months and have not confided in her, I… I am truly afraid for her, Mr. Darcy. She is rather fragile at the moment. She doesn't know whom to trust and she needs me. If she loses her faith in me as well…” She looked up at him beseechingly. “Please, Mr. Darcy. Promise me that no matter what happens, you will not tell Mr. Bingley that I knew of it.”

“Think no more of it, Miss Bennet; you have my word.” He had always known that his role in this despicable affair would one day come crashing down him, but why, dear G-d, did it have to be now?

Chapter Seven

Posted on Sunday, 22 August 2004

“Are you already asleep?” whispered Elizabeth, knowing full well that her sister had just gone to her bed a few moments earlier. But Jane had blown out the candle and was lying motionless, like a frightened child, in the large bed.

“No, Lizzy, of course not. I just sought the comfort of the darkness. Come lie here with me.”

As Jane turned back the coverlet to invite her in, the white of the linen illuminated her way and she stumbled towards the bed and lay down beside her sister.

“Oh Lizzy, can you make any sense of it at all?” she asked. “I have tried and tried, but I cannot understand why he was waiting for a letter from me. After all, it was he who left without a word.”

Elizabeth hesitated, struggling for an answer, and so in the absence of a response, Jane went on to ask a different question. “Do you think Mr. Bingley was deliberately avoiding my questions or was he just upset? He wouldn't respond to either of them.”

“Oh, Jane, he was understandably shaken! Imagine discovering that your sisters have been lying and deceiving you for months on end. It was obvious to me however, that until today, he had no idea that he had hurt you. That is what was most astonishing! He was so very distressed and angry to discover it! Jane, I think…. I believe he still loves you.”

“But sadly, your predictions concerning Charles Bingley have never been correct, Lizzy, and besides,” she now said in a more agitated tone, “How could he not know what I would feel at his leaving. I never hid my regard for him.”

“No,” said Elizabeth, softly, “but perhaps your reserve prevented him from understanding the full extent of that regard.”

“Oh Lizzy! Truly he could not! I know that to many, I am not demonstrative enough of my feelings, but when Charles and I were together in more slightly more private settings, I could not help my response to him! I gave him the tenderest looks, I hung on his every word, I blushed crimson when he stroked my hand. At times I looked at him so lovingly that I embarrassed myself, but I couldn't help it. My eyes told him that I loved him, and his responded in kind. There was no doubt! Truly Lizzy, we both knew we were close to a formal understanding,….and then he left.”

“Jane, forgive me for having questioned it! I have always been convinced of his love for you and of your perfect understanding of one another. But not everyone saw it that way, so I thought that perhaps I was being blinded by my intimate understanding of you.”

“Did you speak of it to others, Lizzy?” asked Jane, horrified.

“No, of course not. It was Charlotte who thought that you should show Mr. Bingley “more affection, even than you feel, in order to secure him,” she said mimicking Charlotte's voice, “and we both know what we think of her good judgment when it comes to men!”

Happily, Jane found some humor in this last statement and her countenance softened. “I am determined to get an answer from Charles when he comes tomorrow, although I promise not to bite his head off even before he sits down,” she said chuckling. “I was rather hard on him, wasn't I?”

”I'm afraid you were!” laughed Elizabeth. “I know I should have had more compassion for him, but after what he has put you through, he deserves to suffer a little. I was very proud of you, Jane. Shocked - but proud!”

“Is it possible, do you think, that there is still hope for us?” asked Jane.

“I do, Jane, I do! I think it highly probable that we will be seeing a great deal of Mr. Charles Bingley.”

“And dearest Lizzy, will you be very put out if he brings his haughty friend, Mr. Darcy, along?” Jane teased. “For then it is you who shall have to entertain him!”

Elizabeth laughed. “I shall be terribly put out if he does not! I do love him, Jane. He may be far from being a perfect man, but he is the perfect man for me. I feel that more strongly every time we meet.”

Although it was already half past eleven, Darcy saw his sister home and then continued on to his friend's townhouse some four blocks away. Despite the hour and the raw emotions that were surely raging in both their hearts, Darcy felt it imperative to speak to him immediately. If Charles had managed to confront his sisters, then there was no doubt in Darcy's mind that he had already been implicated. Caroline would never consider sparing another if she could share the burden of guilt and its consequences! But, if by some miracle, Charles had not had the opportunity to see her, then he would have the chance to do what he should have done long ago, tell his friend of his part in the scheme himself. If there was any hope at all in salvaging this friendship, it depended on making Charles believe that his remorse was genuine - not simply a defensive reaction to an accusation. Bingley would have every reason to banish him from his life, but he would do everything in his power to prevent it.

Saunders, Bingley's butler, opened the door in his nightcap.

“Oh, Mr. Darcy, it is you! I hope there isn't some sort of emergency, Sir? Mr. Bingley has already retired.”

“Could I trouble you to see if he is asleep, Saunders. This is not an emergency but it is terribly urgent,” said Darcy, hastily.

“I don't think I should disturb him, Sir, if it can possibly wait until morning.”

A voice resonated from the top of the stairs. It was Bingley's, but it had a timbre that Darcy had never heard before. “Saunders, tell Mr. Darcy that he is no longer welcome in this house and return to your bed. And do not open the door again this evening!”

“Charles! We must talk,” shouted Darcy, pushing past the elderly butler and bounding up the stairs after him, three steps at a time.

“I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Darcy! I don't entertain strangers in my home and you, Sir, have become a stranger to me! I have no idea who you are!”

“But I have a great deal to say to you, Charles, and I ask you, for the sake of our long standing friendship to hear me out. I know you are very angry and have every right to be, but we have shared so much over the years and I wish to at least have the opportunity to apologize before we part company.”

“You made a fool of me!” spat Bingley, his face red and his eyes brimming. He turned abruptly and walked towards his library. Darcy followed at a respectful distance.

Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it and said, “I know it seems that way to you, Charles, but in truth, I was making a fool of myself.”

“Pretty words Darcy! They mean nothing to me! You made decisions that were not yours to make! - treating me like a child who didn't have the sense to think for himself! But what cuts me to the core is how you could, so callously, hurt that sweet innocent creature - conspiring to humiliate her and make her believe that she was not worthy of our company,” he hissed. He leapt forward and struck his fist against squarely against Darcy's chin. “That was for Jane!”

Darcy stumbled backward, grasped his jaw, and wincing, came to stand before his friend again. “I know. My behavior was abhorrent. But at the time, I believed I was saving you from a terrible fate.”

“Saving me? You expect me to believe that you did this for me?”

“I believed…that is, I wanted to believe that Miss Bennet was unworthy of you - that you could do better. I wanted to believe it because…I needed to believe it for my own selfish reasons. I was desperate to convince myself that marriage to Elizabeth was a degradation, that her family would be an embarrassment to me and that her low connections would affect Georgiana's chances in society. I had to convince you of it, in order to convince myself.”

“Elizabeth?” gasped Bingley. “You have feelings for Elizabeth?”

“I love her with all my heart. And I could no more cast her from it then you could cast Jane from yours. I've hurt all of us with my arrogant interference. You have no idea how sorry I am.”

Bingley stared at him incredulously.

“It was wrong of me,” he continued, “to say that Miss Bennet's demeanor showed no special affection for you, Charles. I, who am usually so reserved, should have realized that she was simply behaving with dignity. But that objection, at least to some degree, was due to faulty judgment. Keeping her visit from you was purely selfish conceit! Your sisters wished to keep her visit from you and although I knew it was wrong, I went along with it. I hoped we would never see or hear from the Bennets again and that I would be spared from ever confessing my deception to you. Well, I confess it now, though I know it is far too late. I am sorry Charles, deeply sorry.”

Charles Bingley rubbed his fist and stared at his friend. G-d knows, he wanted to forgive him; he loved and needed him! But it was Jane's suffering that hardened his heart and he wasn't ready to let Darcy off so easily.

“So now that you have unburdened yourself to me, I suppose you feel free to ask Miss Elizabeth for her hand, while I may have lost Jane forever! You didn't hear the bitterness in her voice when she spoke to me this afternoon!”

Darcy hung his head and murmured, “I am sorry, Charles. And I must confess something more. I have already proposed to Elizabeth, but have been rejected.”

“She rejected you?”

“With a vengeance! She saw through me immediately. She knew I wasn't worthy of her and she was right. I am trying to change, trying to become a better man, but as you see, with little success.”

Bingley looked at his friend sympathetically and then turned away from him. He knew he would not be able to stay angry with him forever, but he was certainly not going to let him go home to a good night's sleep!

“It's late Darcy. I think you should go.”

“Yes, forgive me. Thank you for listening to me, Charles,” said Darcy. “I wish you every happiness with Miss Bennet. I'm sure you'll be able to win her back. ...Well, I hope and pray that you do. Good night.”

This had been the first morning that Madeline Gardiner had not needed to return to her bed after breakfast and she was anxious to sit in her own parlor for a while. So when Charles Bingley came to call, he was greeted by three ladies and two restless children who were tired of being confined to the house. It was a very lively atmosphere and not at all conducive to the very serious and intimate talk that he wished to have with Jane. He was an excellent guest, however, conversing amiably with Mrs. Gardiner, helping John with his puzzle and admiring Connie's dolly in all her various costumes. But the anxiety in his eyes was obvious and after half an hour, Elizabeth had pity on him and suggested that they take the children out to the park.

“With Julia at school and Clara here to look after you, aunt, I think it is the perfect opportunity. We won't stay out long. And if Constance tires, we shall return immediately,” promised Elizabeth. Mrs. Gardiner agreed that a bit of fresh air would do them all good and she was not averse to having her home to herself for a little while. Solitude was such a precious commodity these days.

They took along stale bread for the ducks, John's sailboat and a stuffed rabbit named Henry to ensure the amusement of all.

Once in the safety of the park itself, they let go of the children's hands and allowed them run ahead of them towards the pond. Mr. Bingley offered his arm to both the ladies and they chatted amiably about the temperate weather and the beauty of their surroundings. They then fell into that awkward silence that made all three of them painfully aware of the reason for their outing.

“I believe it is time to give the ducks their breakfast,” said Elizabeth, separating herself from the trio and hastening towards her little niece.

“Miss Bennet,” called Bingley after her. When she turned to look at him he was smiling, but his eyes were pleading with her. “I thought Miss Bennet and I might scout out the path you told us about and see if it's not too long a walk for the children. Will you be all right with them on your own for a little while?” He knew the impropriety of what he was asking, but he was desperate.

Elizabeth looked to her sister, whose eyes had widened at the request, but who had made no objection. She thought immediately of what the privacy of the Post had meant to her, and smiling, simply nodded her consent. She turned back towards the pond and shouted to the children to wait.

They walked down the path in silence, the sound of the leaves crunching beneath their shoes the only audible evidence of their being there. The breeze blew the ribbons of Jane's bonnet about her face and she stopped momentarily to tie them.

“Miss Bennet,” said Bingley, taking back her hand when she was done, “I must begin with an apology for my boorish behavior yesterday afternoon, but I hope you will understand that I was not quite myself.”

Jane colored, then gave a gentle nod and looked away.

“There is so much to explain that it is difficult to know where to begin. But I first wish to answer the question you asked me yesterday.” He paused to cover her hand with his, and looked into her shining eyes. “I came to see you Miss Bennet, because…. I have never stopped loving you and I wanted to see whether you might still have some feelings for me. I knew then that I had made a terrible mistake by not returning to Netherfield and asking for your hand; I only didn't know how big a fool I had been or how grave and tragic the mistake.”

Jane listened to him wide eyed. She gave him an encouraging smile that urged him to continue.

“When I first left for London, I expected to be gone for only a few days and had no idea that my sisters would close up the house and follow me to town. When they arrived they made it their sole mission to convince me that our relationship was not the serious attachment I imagined it to be. You see, they led to believe that I hadn't really won your heart,… that you certainly enjoyed my company, but that your feelings were not equal to mine. They feared that if I asked for your hand you might accept me for more …practical reasons.”

Jane drew her hand from his arm and brought it to her mouth. “And you believed them?”

“I did not, … not at first. I insisted that your feelings for me were genuine and that I knew you would never marry for convenience, but … I'm afraid that they worked on my insecurities, telling me again and again that they had never seen any passion or depth of feeling in your eyes and that I would end up miserable, in a loveless marriage.”

“I was not aware that your sisters were looking so deeply into my eyes, Mr. Bingley. And in any case, I reserved those looks for you,” said Jane, both angry and hurt.

“It distresses me to tell you that Mr. Darcy was part of the conspiracy to keep us apart as well, and that it was he who convinced me that you did not care for me as deeply as I would wish.”

“Yes of course, I understand now,” said Jane bitterly, “Mr. Darcy is your mentor, as well as your friend. I could certainly not expect you to doubt the word of Mr. Darcy!” She turned away from him in disappointment and anguish.

“I know that I was weak and gullible, Miss Bennet. I never should have let them interfere, but … they were so adamant in their belief. They offered what they called a test of your sincerity, and unfortunately, it sounded quite reasonable to me at the time. Caroline told me that she had written to you saying that we would be in town for a while, and she believed that if you truly cared for me, you would return her letter immediately, if only to keep the connection between us. That is why your letter was of utmost importance to me. When it did not come, I had to concede that they had been right. I never dreamt that the whole thing was a sham! - that they never intended for me to see that letter or you, ever again.”

“So you were willing to make the letter a test of my love, removing any and all responsibility from yourself for seeking out my true feelings! You truly are a coward, Mr. Bingley!”

Charles Bingley could not comprehend what he was hearing! Had his confessions made her even angrier? He had hoped that once he had explained how he had been put under intense pressure by people he loved and trusted, Jane would take pity on him and forgive him! How could this be going so badly? His head began to pound as he watched Jane pace back and forth before him.

“Why did you not simply come back to Hertfordshire to see me and make your own decision? I can understand their questioning the depths of my feelings. After all, they did not look into my eyes while we danced nor did they see me blush and become undone when you took my hand. … But you did!!!” she said, exasperated. “Only you were privy to my admiration for you and only you were the recipient of my affectionate looks. I thought you could see into my heart,” she whispered with a look of painful disappointment.

“I could, and I did, Jane! Truly I did! I believed you loved me as I loved you! - as I love you still.”

“It took me months and months just to be able to think of you without weeping,” said Jane, “and I had finally come to believe that I could live my life without you when I was called to London. When you suddenly reappeared yesterday, I couldn't help but be hopeful, despite my bitterness. Now I wish you had never come - never told me your pitiful excuses, or admitted how weak and thoughtless you were! While you were so anxiously awaiting the letter that would decide my fate, did it ever occur to you that I might be suffering? Well, perhaps it has all turned out for the best after all. You are not the man I thought you were!”

And with that, she ran from him, down the path and towards the pond where her sister jumped up and came running towards her. “Jane! What is wrong? What has happened?”

“Nothing! Everything!” she blurted out through her tears. “Please Lizzy, stay here with the children. I need time by myself and I don't want the children to hear me weeping. Please!”

“Go, go home. I'll keep them out as long as I can. But do take care, Jane!”

Elizabeth watched anxiously as her sister hurried towards the entrance of the park. When she could no longer see her, she turned her own tearful eyes back to the children, glancing every now and then at the walking path. Although she remained for more than an hour, she never saw him. He must have made his escape on the other side of the pond.

Chapter Eight

Jane had finally fallen asleep when Elizabeth heard the knock on the door. She dreaded answering it, for how could she look into his eyes and tell him that he was not to call again? She gathered her fortitude, schooled her features and bravely opened it.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bennet,” his eager smile fell when he saw her face. “What has happened? What is wrong?”

“Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Darcy,” she said visibly relieved, the color returning to her cheeks. “Do come in, Sir. I was expecting someone else.”

“Are you unwell, Miss Bennet,” he said anxiously, “Truly you looked very ill just then.”

Elizabeth took his hat and coat, handed it to Clara, and gestured that he follow her into the parlor. When he was seated, she took the seat directly opposite him and made an effort to smile.

“Yes, I am distressed, Mr. Darcy, but I am not ill. My sister Jane has ended her friendship with Mr. Bingley and it has been a painful and exhausting day.”

“Ended it?” said Darcy, his mind unable to make sense of the information.

“Yes, I'm afraid so. Now if you will please excuse me, Mr. Darcy, I will tell my aunt that you have come to call.”

He stood and nodded, knowing that propriety required her to do so, but wishing that he could have had her all to himself a few moments longer. He could see how tired and anxious she was and would have liked to be of comfort to her.

Within a moment, the ladies entered the parlor with Mrs. Gardiner smiling warmly at him.

“Mr. Darcy, how nice to see you again. I hope your visit is for our pleasure, and not at all business related. My husband is still at the office.”

“No Mrs. Gardiner, I assure you this is a social visit,” said Darcy, returning her smile and bowing respectfully. “I've come to invite your family to the opera this coming Wednesday evening. I've secured a box for The Magic Flute, in the hope that you will all be fully recovered by then. And it would give me great pleasure to have you come for refreshments at my home afterwards.”

“How kind of you, Mr. Darcy. I thank you and accept in the name of all my family. What a lovely occasion to look forward to, isn't it, Lizzy?”

“Yes, it is very exciting indeed. I do love Mozart, but I've never seen The Magic Flute. Thank you, Mr. Darcy, for your thoughtful invitation. And will your sister will be joining us?”

“Oh yes, and perhaps Colonel Fitzwilliam, as well, if he is still in town. He is most eager to see you again, Miss Bennet.”

Suddenly the sounds of distress could be heard from the direction of the nursery and Mrs. Gardiner rose, saying, “Please excuse me, Mr. Darcy. I must see to my children before they wake the entire neighborhood. I'll have some tea sent in and join you again when I can.”

Darcy stood and bowed to her.

“Your aunt is a very generous and tactful lady,” said Darcy, grinning and taking his seat.

“Yes, she is a dear, sweet soul,” replied Elizabeth, returning his knowing look.

“Now tell me more about your sister and my friend, if your will. I don't ask for any particulars of course, I just wish to understand what has happened.” His features now betrayed the degree of his concern.

“There is really very little to tell, and I only mentioned it to you so that you may be of comfort to Mr. Bingley sooner rather than later.” She twisted uncomfortably in her chair and studied the handkerchief in her lap.

“But why?” Darcy blurted out, his eyes searching her face. “Why now when they finally know the sad truth and are free of all encumbrances.” He paused, taking his gaze from her to stare anxiously at the carpet. He shook his head, and with his inner turmoil clearly evident, rose to pace the room.

“Forgive this impertinent question, Miss Bennet, and I will understand if you do not wish to answer, but… Does your sister no longer care for Mr. Bingley? I know for a fact that he loves her deeply.”

She looked at him apprehensively, shot a quick glance at the open door and then at him again. “I believe that she still loves him, Mr. Darcy,” she said in barely a whisper, “but sometimes love is not enough.”

“Not enough?” he repeated in unabashed horror and came to sit beside her. Instinctively, he took both her hands in his and said, “Love is everything, Miss Bennet!”

Elizabeth made no move to free her hands from his grasp, but turned her head aside to avoid his penetrating gaze.

“Mr. Darcy, my sister has opened her heart to me and I understand the reasons for her decision. What is more, I respect them.”

“But if she truly loves him, surely she would not allow past misunderstandings to keep them apart?” he asked, more for himself than for his friend. “Time can work great miracles, Miss Bennet, and people who are genuinely attached to one another can always find a way to overcome these obstacles. Don't you believe that?” He studied her face with such intensity that she could neither avert her gaze nor breathe.

“Unfortunately, not everything can be forgiven, Mr. Darcy,” she finally answered and then looked away uneasily.

He stared at her open mouthed.

“One may feel affection for a person and yet be unable to admire or respect them.” she said softly. “And when those feelings are gone, I fear there is little hope for a happy union.”

He was shaken. It was as if he had been pierced clear through. Was this how she felt about him as well? Was this what was in her mind and heart? Was this his fate as well as Bingley's?

He knew that he should rise and extricate himself from her but he could not. He could not let her go.

“And it would be foolhardy and dangerous to try and persuade her, Sir,” she continued. “I know you mean well, Mr. Darcy. You hurt for your friend and are not insensitive to my sister's anguish. But I beg you not to interfere this time. … not everything can be fixed.”

Struck by the finality of her statement, he drew in a sharp breath. Fear gripped his heart. His eyes burned and he turned away from her.

“Please make my excuses to your aunt, Miss Bennet. I'm afraid I must go,” he said starting towards the door, and without even bowing or bidding her good-bye, walked out of the room. Clara heard him in the hallway and came running with his belongings, which he grabbed without a sideways glance at her. He had to get out.

In the parlor, Elizabeth stood dumbfounded. Why had he left so abruptly? Why had he seemed so upset? She understood that he was distressed for his friend but… “Oh dear G-d! He thought I was talking about us!” she said aloud and went running out after him. When she did not see him, she flew to the kitchen window in time to see his carriage disappear down the street.

“Lizzy? Has Mr. Darcy left already?” Madeline Gardiner's said with surprise as she came into the kitchen.

“Yes aunt,” was all Elizabeth could say as she continued to stare out the window.

“Lizzy,” said her aunt softly and laying a hand on her niece's shoulder, “Did you quarrel? Was he upset at Jane's rejection of his friend?”

“Oh, yes, he was very concerned for Mr. Bingley, but we didn't quarrel - not exactly. But I'm afraid he misinterpreted much of what I said. I can only imagine what he must be thinking!” she said anxiously.

“Well, I'm sure you'll be able to set it all to right when we go to the opera. With so many people about, you'll be able to find the time to talk to each other quietly and sensibly.”

The opera! I forgot about the opera! I doubt that he would even want us to come now!”

“Nonsense, Lizzy! Besides, Mr. Darcy is a gentleman; he will not retract the invitation! And he may not be taking this as seriously as you think. He is probably far more concerned about your feelings on the matter.”

“That may be so,” said Elizabeth, but that was precisely what worried her!

Mrs. Gardiner put up the water for tea and decided to take advantage of their being alone together to discover Elizabeth's views on the subject of Mr. Bingley.

“Lizzy, do you feel that Jane has made the right decision concerning Mr. Bingley? It sounds as if he was ready to propose and he is obviously very much in love with her.”

“But I suppose that given what we have just learned, she feels that he didn't love her enough,” said Elizabeth. “It is a difficult question, aunt. I have always felt that Jane and Mr. Bingley were especially well suited, both in temper and expectations. And only last night she was saying how much she loved him. But now that she knows the reasons for their separation, I understand her fears. As a husband and father, will he have the strength of character to make difficult decisions and hold firm when life requires it? If he can be so easily persuaded…if he has so little conviction of his own….” She let these questions linger in the air.

“I was very glad that your uncle Gardiner was so open to influence when we were courting. Oh, I suppose he would have gotten around to it eventually, but I had to do some serious persuading of my own to get him to marry me when he did. I believe that all men are rather fearful and indecisive when faced with marriage, Lizzy, but that does not make them unworthy. They tend to mature rather quickly once they have the responsibility of a wife. You wouldn't call your uncle an indecisive man today, would you?”

“Certainly not!” cried Elizabeth. “But this is not quite the same, aunt. Mr. Bingley allowed himself to be influenced to give Jane up! That is a far more serious transgression.”

“Yes it is, but it is also understandable.”

“Understandable? How can you say that?”

“Did you not tell me that Mr. Bingley lost his father some time ago and that he has shared his household with his older sister since then?

“Yes.”

“Well, I would imagine that even before the elder Mr. Bingley passed away, Mr. Bingley's sisters felt that they were somewhat responsible for him and may have treated him accordingly. Once their father died, they may have continued in that role, even though their brother was already a mature young man. Perhaps Mr. Bingley has been in the habit of trying to please his sisters, as one would a parent.”

“But that is precisely the problem, aunt. He should have long outgrown the need to please them to the detriment of his own happiness.”

“Well, perhaps you are right, my dear. I only wish for Jane to think this through very carefully. None of us are without fault, and although Mr. Bingley's circumstances may have made him more dependant on others than he should be, it is not necessarily a permanent condition. If he is in all other ways a fine young man…? Well, unfortunately, Jane is in no frame of mind to think on that just now.”

“No,” murmured Elizabeth, her mind having drifted to Governor Square along with its resident.

“Come let us enjoy our tea in parlor, Lizzy, while it is still so nice and quiet.”

They carried in the tea things, and when Elizabeth went to put the tray down on the table she saw a package wrapped in brown paper that she hadn't noticed before. At first she thought that Mr. Darcy must have forgotten some business papers in his haste to be gone, but when she turned the package over, she saw that it had been sent by a music shop to his address and that he had written in large letters across the top, “For Elizabeth”. Her heart beat a little faster as she unwrapped it and saw that it contained the libretto to The Magic Flute and the sheet music to the highlights of the opera. There was a note attached that read:

Dear Miss Bennet,

I hope the enclosed will enhance your enjoyment of the opera on Wednesday evening. I am looking forward to sharing the pleasures of Mozart with you.

Fitzwilliam Darcy

“Good evening, Saunders,” said Darcy, giving the man his hat and gloves.

“Mr. Bingley said no visitors, Mr. Darcy,” said the butler, making no attempt to halt his progress into the foyer.

“I know, Saunders. And please don't let anyone else in - especially Miss Bingley or Mrs. Hurst. Has he been drinking?”

“Yes, Sir, quite heavily! Rather unusual for Mr. Bingley!”

“Yes, to be sure. Please have cook make a pot of strong coffee and tell her that we may want something light and simple a bit later - and omelet with some bread and cheese will do. We'll ring for it.”

The butler nodded his understanding and shuffled off to inform cook while Darcy headed up the stairs - slowly this time, and with a very heavy heart. He found his friend in a chair in his dressing room, facing an open window, a bottle in his hand, his eyes glazed.

“Charles,” said Darcy softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Go home, Darce. There's nothing you can do for me - let me be.”

“Please allow me to stay with you, Charles. I won't say a word if you want it quiet.”

“For heaven's sake, Darcy, please leave before I humiliate myself even further. I am not fit for company.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about in front of me! I've done it all - most shamelessly! Now, allow me to join you in a drink, Charles. Then we'll have a light super with lots of black coffee. There's no point in having a ghastly headache tomorrow on top of everything else.”

“I have no intention of waking tomorrow, so the state of my head will not signify. Besides, the thought of food revolts.”

“I can well understand that,” said Darcy, reaching for the bottle.

“Can you? Do you really think that you can understand what it feels like to have the woman you love call you a coward? Is that in your realm of experience, Darcy?” he said bitterly, “I think not!”

“No, it is not,” said Darcy seating himself beside his friend. “But Elizabeth did not hesitate let me know what she thought of me when she spurned my offer of marriage. She called me arrogant and conceited and said that I behaved in an ungentlemanlike manner. And, oh yes, her final cruelty was, that I was the last man in the world that she could ever be prevailed upon to marry! …and the look in her eyes….”

Charles Bingley stared at his friend, but said nothing.

“Charles, I have been in the depths of despair for many months and I have tried everything I could think of to ease my pain. I was totally unsuccessful and I will not sit here and tell you otherwise. But what I will tell you is that there is hope for us both. Time has a way of softening the harshest blow and miraculously things can change. On the journey to town I discovered that Elizabeth's feelings have warmed towards me somewhat. This has given me renewed hope and a totally different view of what it is I must do. If Elizabeth, who started out despising me, can now look on me as a friend, then surely Miss Bennet, who loved you so dearly, can be persuaded to love you again.”

Bingley simply shook his head.

“It will no doubt, take time,” continued Darcy. “Today I had a painful setback. Elizabeth said some things that were very distressing - making me feel that she would never be able to accept me. And yet, my heart refuses to give her up…..and I shall not! Until the day she is wed to another I shall not stop trying to change her opinion of me. And you should do the same!”

“If Miss Elizabeth's feelings have warmed towards you, Darcy, I am happy for you. But Jane will never want me back. Those precious feelings are gone forever!”

“Every woman wants to believe that the man she loves is willing to do battle for her hand, Charles. She is hurt and disappointed, but she cannot have changed her heart.”

“But she has no respect for me, Darcy. She thinks me weak and cowardly,” he said, working desperately to maintain his control.

“Then you must show her your strength, Charles; you must prove her wrong.”

“And how in the world am I to do that, Darcy?”

“By doing the very thing that will require all your courage and fortitude!”

“By facing her?”

“Exactly!”

“You want me to be in her company?” he asked incredulously. “You expect me to stand before her while she looks away with disdain?”

“I can't think of a better way to prove your courage and your devotion! In time she will see you're your love for her far exceeds any embarrassment you may be suffering. It will be obvious that you are willing to do anything to win back her love and that must surely touch her heart. If you show her that you are not willing to give her up and that you are convinced of her love for you, I think you have a good chance to win her. Despite her anger, a true attachment does not dissolve so easily. Join me in this Charles. We can help one another! Believe me, it will be much less painful than simply mourning for the all you have lost!”

Charles Bingley stared at his friend for quite some time. “You are truly a good friend, Darcy!” said Bingley, his eyes moist.

“Despite the fact that it is I who put you in this predicament to begin with?”

“Yes,” said Bingley, rising from his chair, “Jane has forced me to see that it is I alone who am to blame. I allowed a little pressure to cloud my judgment and did nothing to seek the truth out for myself. Worst of all, I didn't even consider her feelings; I thought only of myself. I really don't deserve to have her love and respect, Darcy, but I will fight for it nevertheless.”

“Good!” said Darcy with relief. “I am very glad, Charles! And I know just the place to begin! We are going to the opera! Oh, but we must procure a separate seat for you. Elizabeth has already warned me about interfering.” he grinned.

Chapter Nine

Posted on Monday, 20 September 2004

It was a routine that Elizabeth had come to observe whenever she visited Cheapside. She would rise very early to make her uncle's breakfast, allowing her aunt to sleep in and giving herself the distinct pleasure of an intimate half hour with him. She loved their open and easy conversations, the shared confidences and quiet understandings. And she could speak to him as to no other - for he was part father figure, wise and well meaning, and part friend, always understanding and supportive.

She now sat watching him happily devouring the last of his muffin and gesturing for her to kindly refill his cup.

“So we are to attend the opera, I understand,” he said, grinning mischievously at her.

“Yes Uncle - Mr. Darcy has secured a box.”

“It was most generous of him to invite us all,” he said before taking another sip. “But it has occurred to me, dear Lizzy, that you and Jane did not come to town prepared for such a grand outing. You must both visit the shops this morning and see about new gowns for the occasion. After all, we cannot have you disgracing the family before the ton,” he teased.

“How thoughtful you are, dear Uncle! But I doubt that we could get anyone to make them up in time. There are but four days!”

“Ah, my dear Lizzy, I believe that given the right incentive you may find an eager seamstress to be of service to you,” said Mr. Gardiner, as he pressed a fifty-pound note into her hand.

“Uncle Gardiner! Fifty pounds! This is far too much money. I couldn't possibly put you to such an expense!”

“My dear, sweet niece, you need not concern yourself about the money. For in truth, it is your Mr. Darcy who is paying for your finery.”

“Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth was astonished by the remark.

“Of course, my dear. Mr. Darcy was exceedingly generous and insisted on paying me ten times my normal fee for my services. Then he would not accept payment for Clara and even insisted that she continue with us until Agnes returns! Besides, I am quite sure that I will continue to enjoy a good business relationship with him. My financial gain has been great since you have made the introduction, Lizzy, and I can well afford to spoil you girls a bit. But more importantly, it would give me great pleasure to have all of London see what exceptionally beautiful nieces I have and I wish you to feel as confident and as beautiful as you always look, dear Lizzy. Now see if you can't cheer your sister up a bit with an elegant new gown.”

“Oh uncle Gardiner! I do love you so!” said Elizabeth, coming to kiss her uncle's cheek. “I shall get Jane out of bed immediately. For if we are to be successful, we must truly hurry!

It had taken some persuasion to convince Jane to accompany her, and then, after visiting four different establishments, they had nothing but sore feet to show for their efforts. Jane begged to go home, but Elizabeth was determined to continue the search and dragged her grumbling sister into the next elegant shop on Bond Street. The proprietress was genuinely eager to be of service, but explained that receiving the fabric from the supplier often took a week or more.

“I am truly sorry that we are unable to help you,” she said, seeing them to the door and opening it.

They turned to exit when to their dismay, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst came bursting through the door, smiling knowingly and making a great show of outrage and concern.

“Mrs. Winslow, did we hear you correctly? Did you say that you are unable to help these dear friends of ours? Why ever not? Cannot you make an exception - just to please us?” cooed Miss Bingley.

“I'm afraid I cannot, as much as I would like to, Miss Bingley. And I believe the ladies understand that I would help them if it were at all possible.”

“Well,” said Caroline, taking Elizabeth's arm and pulling her to the side, “I suggest you try Bennington's then, Miss Eliza. Mention my name and I am sure they will do everything they can to accommodate you.” She now lowered her voice to a whisper and added, “It is a very exclusive shop and we are well known to everyone there.”

Elizabeth's entire body revolted at the feel of Miss Bingley's hand on her arm. She had not smiled or even acknowledged her, and yet Caroline Bingley continued the charade of there being a warm acquaintance between them. Elizabeth nodded ever so slightly as she pulled away, not wishing Mrs. Winslow to become aware of any unpleasantness. She nodded to the proprietress and hastened out the door.

Jane, as pale as a ghost, and trembling with indignation, hurried after her. “Lizzy, you cannot possibly be thinking of going into that shop and using Caroline Bingley's name!”

“Of course not,” seethed Elizabeth, “but if this shop caters to such an exclusive clientele, I have a name of my own to drop!”

But yet again, they were disappointed. “If only you could give us a few more days,” said Mrs. Bennington. “I am sorry to disappoint you, but it really is impossible. And I hope you will tell Miss Darcy that the problem lies with the fabric suppliers and not with us. I would hire three or four extra ladies to get your gowns done on time, but the fabric house we deal with only delivers once a week.”

“I do understand,” said Elizabeth unhappily. “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Bennington.

They had already turned to go when Mrs. Bennington called for them to wait and came running towards them with a piece of paper in hand.

“I suddenly thought of someone who might be eager for your business. A young German lady came here looking for work a few weeks ago. She was a master seamstress and we wanted very much to hire her, but she has small children and wanted to be able to work from home. We require that our ladies work here in the shop under our supervision; so regrettably, we could not come to any sort of arrangement. She did leave us her name and address however, and I am only too happy to share it with you. It is not in the best part of town, I'm afraid, but you might have better luck with someone in her situation.”

“But won't she have the same trouble procuring the fabric,” asked Jane, eager to put an end to entire ordeal and return to the solitude of her room.

“She may have a local source for the fabric she uses. The fabrics may not be as fine as the French ones we buy, but you may find something to please you. It is possible, of course, that you may not even find her. These people tend to move about so often. But on the other hand, you may be fortunate. Good luck to you.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Bennington,” said Elizabeth, “Thank you very much!”

The cab ride lasted twenty minutes and throughout it, Jane grumbled about the futility of their efforts. Yet Elizabeth remained undaunted. Her motives were purely selfish for she could not bear the thought of arriving at the opera and stepping out of the Darcy coach in an old, faded frock. Of course she wanted to look her best - in truth, she wanted to dazzle him, but more importantly, she wished to avoid the whispers and disparaging remarks their simple appearance would surely inspire. She would not shame him - not if she could possibly help it.

A little girl, about eight or nine years old, answered their knock. Her neatly braided hair shone almost as brightly as her eyes.

“Ya, bitte, can I help you, please?”

“Yes, we are looking for Greta Brenner, the seamstress,” said Elizabeth, returning her warm smile.

“Ya, ya, that is my Muti … excuse me, my Mama. Please come in. I shall fetch her.”

The dilapidated exterior of the house had given them cause to be wary of what they would find inside, but to their astonishment they were ushered into a meticulously clean and beautifully decorated sitting room. The wooden furniture was simple and sparse, but everything that could be upholstered was, and beautifully so. The draperies, chairs and hassocks were tastefully coordinated, while the tablecloths and pillows were bordered with fine embroidery or lace. Clearly, Greta Brenner was a master at her craft, but what was even more impressive was her simple and refined taste. Elizabeth saw the change in her sister's countenance and smiled.

Mrs. Brenner was removing her apron as she entered the sitting room and greeted them respectfully. “Good morning, ladies? How may I help you?”

“We were given your name and address by the proprietress of Bennington's, Mrs. Brenner,” began Elizabeth. “We have come to London with only our every day gowns and suddenly find ourselves invited to the opera this coming Wednesday. Do you have the time to help us? We are willing to compensate you handsomely for your work.”

Greta Brenner beamed. “Oh yes, Miss. My sister and I work together, “ she said in a heavily accented English, “and I promise you that they will be done on time….that is, if we can start immediately. Do you have a special style in mind or would you like me to show you some samples and patterns?”

“Please show us your samples,” said Jane. “We are eager to see examples of your work.”

Mrs. Brenner brought out eight different models, each one more beautiful than the one before. The delicate workmanship on the necklines, the flowing folds that draped the body and the careful attention given to every detail impressed and excited them. Now all they had to do was decide! An impossible task! Mrs. Brenner took her measurements while they debated.

“Und now we must find the perfect fabrics for your gowns, ya ladies?” said Mrs. Brenner, helping them dress. “We will need to hire a cab, for it is too far to walk.”

This part of town made Cheapside look very fashionable, and Elizabeth and Jane glanced uncomfortably at one another as the streets became darker and narrower, the shop fronts shabbier - their signs faded and often unreadable. They stopped in front a warehouse whose windows showed no hint of what was sold inside, and the sign above the door was written in both English and a language neither Jane nor Elizabeth recognized. But Greta Brenner obviously knew her way around and felt very comfortable entering the establishment. Once inside, they too, breathed a sigh of relief as they beheld row upon row of rich upholstery fabric neatly displayed in a clean, airy room. They were introduced to the shop's owner, Moses Finklestein, who led them up a flight of stairs into a large hall, the likes of which they had never seen. They gasped at the sight! The silks, brocades, velvets and wools were on one side of the immense room, while the toile, organza, chiffon and richly embroidered muslins were on the other. They had never seen such quality or such a selection! How were they ever to decide?

Happily, Moses Finklestein knew his merchandise and his business. He looked at the rough sketches that Greta Brenner had made, and observing his young customer's coloring, made a number of thoughtful and discerning suggestions. The gentleman knew fashion and the particular characteristics of each of his fabrics - which materials had enough body to add structure to the cut of a garment and which would drape sensually about the figure. He understood the effects of candlelight on texture and pattern, and brought out laces and embroidered borders that would enhance the glow of a ladies complexion. Elizabeth and Jane left the warehouse feeling elated!

Fitzwilliam Darcy had taken great pains to plan the perfect evening. His staff had been given such particular instructions for the simple dessert reception that they immediately understood the significance of the evening and set to work to help their beloved Master make the right impression. Colonel Fitzwilliam had been enlisted to join in the little conspiracy on Bingley's behalf, and the flower girl that worked the steps of the opera house was directed to have the very freshest and finest bouquets ready to be presented to the ladies. Only Georgiana had been left to be her sweet, innocent self. Darcy counted on her innate good nature to be most convincing, and therefore, the most helpful. All the physical arrangements had been seen to; it was his inner turmoil that had him feeling insecure and agitated!

More than anything, he wanted this to be a comfortable and entertaining evening for all his guests - filled with the delights of good music, easy conversation and natural laughter. He hoped, of course, for some intimate moments between himself and Elizabeth - a bit of flirting, a meaningful look or knowing smile. But how could he expect anything of the kind after having behaved so badly? Yet again, he had made a fool of himself! He now recognized that he had overreacted - transferring onto himself the sentiments that were meant for his friend - but it was too late! There was nothing to do but hope that Elizabeth would accept his apology and truly forgive him! Would there ever come a day when he could meet her without the necessity of begging her forgiveness for one thing or another? Those were his thoughts as he bounded up the stairs and came to knock on the Gardiners' door.

Mr. Gardiner himself opened it to greet him, inviting him inside and commenting teasingly on his punctuality. “Oh, am I too early then?” asked Darcy, a bit flustered. “Do the ladies need more time? There is no need to hurry them; the curtain does not rise for another hour yet.”

“No, no, Mr. Darcy. Quite the contrary! The ladies… much to my surprise, made it their business to be ready early this evening. They are just kissing the children good night and will be out momentarily. Won't you come into the sitting room for a glass of port? Or a whiskey perhaps?”

“Thank you, Mr. Gardiner, yes - a short one perhaps, I….”

It was at that moment that Elizabeth came into the foyer, and not having heard Darcy's voice or knock, stopped short at the sight of him. A pink glow rose from the neckline of her gown to her brow, her eyes widened and her lips puckered slightly to form that beautiful “oh” that he found so endearing. He smiled and bowed deeply. She curtsied and after a moment's embarrassment, looked up at him shyly. She was suddenly unsure of her choice of gown, the cut of the neckline, the deep red organza overlay. Perhaps…..

“Forgive me, Miss Bennet,” said Darcy, forcing himself to move his eyes from the bodice of her dress to her face, “but you've quite taken my breath away! You look exceptionally beautiful this evening.” He stepped forward to take hold of her hand and bring it to his lips.

She followed his eyes, observing the deepening color of his cheeks, the increasing rapidity of his breath and knew that her instincts had been correct. The subtle sensuality of the gown was having its desired effect. He was completely disconcerted and she could not have been more pleased.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy,” she murmured, smiling warmly. “Is your sister waiting for us in the carriage? Shall I hurry the others?”

“No, no, Miss Bennet. I dropped my sister and Colonel Fitzwilliam at the Opera House on the way here. There would not have been enough room for all of us to ride comfortably, so you see there is no need to rush. We are in good time.”

“Then I shall inform the others that you are arrived and fetch my libretto. It was very kind of you to leave it for me, Mr. Darcy.”

His already sanguine face turned crimson as he thought of the way he had scrawled her name across the brown paper wrapper that, in his haste, he had forgotten to remove. “I…I must apologize, Miss Bennet for not presenting it to you properly…. I had meant to unwrap it and hand it to you myself. I'm afraid my behavior that afternoon was…”

“Mr. Darcy!” came Mrs. Gardiner's voice from the hallway entrance. “I was not aware that you were already here and waiting for us? Edward, why did you not let me know?” she chided her husband as she gave her distinguished visitor her hand.

“I've just arrived, Mrs. Gardiner, and as I have been telling your niece, there is plenty of time.” He bowed to her and took her gloved hand, placing a kiss upon it. When he looked up, he saw Jane Bennet standing behind her aunt - a vision in pale blue satin. Poor Bingley! he thought. This will be especially difficult for him with her looking so lovely. And he gathered his own courage to face her and nodded to her saying. “You look very lovely, Miss Bennet. I feel truly honored to have your company this evening.” He held out his arm to escort her and felt the bitter pang of her rejection as she murmured her “thank you” but stepped to her uncle's side and slipped her arm into his. He smiled understandingly and turned to give Mrs. Gardiner his right arm and Elizabeth his left. Thankfully, both ladies accepted, and they started on their way.

The short carriage ride was an uncomfortable affair although the Gardiners attempted to lighten the mood whenever they could with casual conversation. Jane, now feeling guilty for her behavior towards Darcy for her sister's sake, sat quietly brooding - her eyes fixed on the strings of her reticule and her countenance somber. Elizabeth, distressed at the necessity of having to balance her loyalties between her sister and Mr. Darcy, and desperately trying to come up with a way to put them both at ease, remained silent, but was obviously agitated as well. For his part, Darcy felt no offense. He more than understood Miss Bennet's feelings towards him - indeed, he was grateful that she had consented to come at all. But he was dismayed that his apology to Elizabeth had been cut short. For never having been a good judge of her state of mind, he felt extremely apprehensive and ached to know whether she had understood the reason behind his abrupt and ill-mannered departure. This evening, on which he had pinned so many of his hopes, was not starting well.

As the coach slowed to a stop before the great steps of the opera house, Darcy jumped out to help the ladies down himself. Mrs. Gardiner smiled and thanked him, as did Elizabeth, but Jane simply nodded and quickly turned away. Her sister stiffened in embarrassment. Perhaps she should not have worked so hard at convincing Jane to attend with them!

Their attention was immediately captured however by the sight of a bejeweled and feathered Miss Bingley coming slowly and regally towards them down the steps, her sister and brother-in-law in tow.

“Well now, Miss Eliza, …Jane! How glad I am to see that my influence paid off for you at Bennington's. I must say that they outdid themselves for you! I will be sure to thank Mrs. Bennington the next time I am in,” Here she paused and waited for their words of appreciation, but when all she received was a simple nod of the head from Elizabeth, she felt the need to continue.

“Did you know, Mr. Darcy, that when our dear friends here were unable to get new frocks made for this occasion, I was able to direct them to a shop where, as a special favor to me, these lovely gowns were made?”

“Whatever would we all do without your kindly bestowed solicitude?” said Darcy sarcastically, as he drew Elizabeth's arm closer to his side and gestured Mr. Gardiner to follow him up the stairs. Miss Bingley stood immobilized with indignation as the party silently passed her, nodding their greeting only to the Hursts.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy. …Thank you,” whispered Elizabeth as they ascended the stairs and strode quickly towards the smiling faces that awaited them.

“Good evening Miss Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam!” said Elizabeth, so relieved to see them. Perhaps Miss Darcy's amiability and Colonel Fitzwilliam's charm and wit could help to salvage the evening. Introductions were made all around as the Colonel had not yet met the Gardiners or her sister, and Elizabeth thought she detected a look of pain in his eyes as he gazed upon the lovely young woman at whose expense he had amused himself so callously at Rosings. But she was determined to brighten everyone's spirits and taking both Georgiana's hands in hers, said laughingly, “I must thank you, Miss Darcy, for your very particular, although unconscious assistance in the purchase of our gowns! I hope you will not be offended that we mentioned our acquaintance with you at Bennington's? Though they were not able to accommodate us themselves, Mrs. Bennington gave us the name of a very fine seamstress.”

“As is very evident!” said Miss Darcy, smiling broadly at her new friend. “Such exquisite workmanship and styling! You both look very beautiful!” She then turned her attention to the Gardiners and greeted them politely. “Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, how nice to see you again. I hope you are looking forward to our evening together?”

“Oh yes, Miss Darcy! We have all been waiting for this evening with such happy anticipation!”

“Good. I am so glad. Then perhaps we should make our way to the box and get settled. Shall we go in, Fitzwilliam?” she asked, looking to her brother whose attention was suddenly diverted by the sing-song cry of the flower girl coming their way.

“Yes, of course, Georgiana, if you would allow me a moment please,” he said, leaving their side and returning some seconds later with four exquisite little bouquets of the most fragrant and delicate flowers. He presented one to each of the ladies and then offered his arm to both Elizabeth and his sister. That gave Colonel Fitzwilliam the opportunity to be of service to Miss Bennet and she willingly gave him her arm and her attention.

The box was so spacious that there was no need for the gentlemen to create a second row. Instead, they were all able to sit side by side, and Mr. Darcy waited until everyone had chosen a seat before finding his own. Happily, the party had arranged themselves in such a way that left the one open seat next to Elizabeth in the far left corner of the box. It was a perfect arrangement, but it did little to calm his anxiety. Jane Bennet's coldness, Miss Bingley's demeaning display and the apology that still loomed over him made it impossible for him to be calm. He took his seat and pretended to concentrate on the program notes before him.

“Ah, I am glad to see the all the singers are well and that there are no substitutions this evening,” he said, remembering his obligations as host.

“Yes,” said Mr. Gardiner, “I am most anxious to hear Violetta DeMartini! She has an outstanding reputation, but we have never had the privilege to hear her before.”

Just then, a footman entered the box with an exquisite bouquet of flowers, somewhat larger than the one Darcy had chosen for the ladies. “These are from a gentleman sitting in the orchestra for a Miss Jane Bennet,” he said, looking around the box for the bearer of that name. Jane startled momentarily, but then sat rigidly, her eyes cast down and fixed on the floor.

“Yes, thank you,” said Mrs. Gardiner, accepting them for her niece and then handing them to her with a sympathetic smile.

Jane had no choice but to take them, and lay them across her lap without admiring them or opening the attached note.

“You must be besieged with admirers, Miss Bennet,” said Colonel Fitzwilliam, “ to have so little curiosity as to the sender of such a beautiful bouquet.”

Having been embarrassed into action, Jane blushed and murmured something about being surprised by the gift. She then opened the card slowly, struggling to keep her hands from trembling as she did so.

Dear Miss Bennet,

Please forgive the intrusion, but I simply had to tell you how very beautiful you look this tonight. I hope these blooms add to your enjoyment of the evening.

Charles Bingley

She refolded the note and smiled meekly at her aunt. “It is from Mr. Bingley,” she murmured, and put the note in her reticule. Her aunt nodded and said nothing, while Colonel Fitzwilliam grinned and offered, “A man in love, no doubt!”

Jane, now beet red with embarrassment, looked away as she heard Miss Darcy whispered excitedly to her cousin, “How wonderful! I had no idea Mr. Bingley was so fond of Miss Bennet.”

Not knowing what to do or where to look, she allowed her eyes to roam the lively crowd of finely dressed people below her and there, standing and gazing up at her unabashedly, was Charles Bingley! His sad smile brightened a bit at her notice of him and his eyes spoke directly to her heart. He was begging for a smile, a nod of recognition - anything form of communication at all. She closed her eyes and turned away.

Why was he doing this to her? Why could he not accept her decision and leave her be! Didn't he understand how painful this was for her? She hated herself for the fuss she was making - torturing her family with her brooding and pathetic sadness. It was not her way to draw such attention to herself or allow others to feel sorry for her, but although she still felt herself justified in her decision, she had to admit that her heart ached for him. She had hurt herself as much as she had hurt him and was not unaffected by his suffering. To see him standing there looking so forlorn and unhappy, to know that he still hoped beyond hope….

The sound of the orchestra tuning their instruments pulled her out of her reverie, and as the house lights went down she breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, she could not be scrutinized so closely!

At the other end of the box, Fitzwilliam Darcy shifted his position on his chair. For the past ten minutes he had sat rigidly in his seat, not daring to move a muscle for fear of brushing up against Elizabeth who was only a few inches away from him. How he wanted to lean towards her, to “accidentally” touch her hand and to allow himself the pleasure of gazing into those fine eyes. He dared not.

Elizabeth sat stiffly in her seat as well. Why was this man so pigheaded! Couldn't he see how she had fussed and prepared for this evening? Could her smiles be any warmer or her looks be any more encouraging? Why on earth would she have selected such a dress if not to let him know that she cared for him and wanted to please him! What was she to do?

Her father had written two days earlier to hurry their return once the Gardiners were well, and she had delayed her reply so that they could keep their engagement for the opera. If she and Fitzwilliam did not come to some sort of understanding about their feelings for one another now, she might leave London and perhaps never see him again. It was too painful to even consider! Despite her resolve to proceed slowly, she knew she had to act now. She closed her eyes in search of an answer.

It is too ridiculous! It's the oldest and most common trick in the book! He'll see right through it and you'll be mortified! Don't do it! And with that she let her libretto slip from her hands onto the floor.

He immediately bent to retrieve it - as did she. Their foreheads touched in the darkness as their hands grasped the libretto but a few centimeters apart. He turned to look at her; her lips parted as she drew in an agitated breathe and looked beseechingly at him. His jaw slackened, an expression of astonishment and disbelief washing over his face. She gave him a faint and hopeful smile and she drew her little finger, slowly and deliberately, across the back of his hand. He stiffened, his eyes wide with incredulity!

“Lizzy,” whispered Mrs. Gardiner, “Is everything all right?”

“Oh yes, Aunt,” responded Elizabeth, straightening quickly and bringing the fallen libretto to her lap. “I just dropped this,” she gestured, smiling. He had once again pressed himself against the wall and was staring blankly at the stage as if nothing at all had happened between them. This was what she had feared. She closed her eyes in utter humiliation!

After some ten minutes of self-reproach, she decided that she had nothing more to lose and allowed her arm to hang at her side between them. She tried desperately to focus on the antics on stage to help her remain calm, but the wait seemed interminable! Then suddenly, finally , she felt his knuckles brush, ever so lightly, against hers. She drew in a breath and returned the caress. He began to stroke the tips of her fingers, sending shivers of relief and happiness down her spine. She leaned towards him, turning her hand so that her palm was more accessible to him and he slipped his hand into hers and pressed it. She responded with a little squeeze, and his grip now tightened so decidedly that she no longer knew where her hand ended and his began. She turned her face to smile at him in the darkness, and his loving gaze was already awaiting hers. The music swelled to a crescendo, lifting their heart in breathless anticipation, but there was nothing on stage that could draw their eyes away from one another.

Chapter 10

Posted on Sunday, 26 September 2004

Suddenly everyone around them was milling about, chatting noisily about the performance and their need to stretch their legs and obtain some refreshment. They were both startled and stunned! When had the conductor put down his baton or the singers left the stage? They separated quickly, mingling in among the rest of the party with a particular determination to appear easy and fully aware of all that had been going on around them.

Mr. Darcy sought out his sister to inquire as to her enjoyment of the performance and after a moment of collaboration, suggested that they seek some refreshment. Turning to give Elizabeth his arm, he saw that she had already attached herself to her uncle and gave her a warm and approving grin. Perhaps a bit of distance was best just now, for he was sure that everyone could sense the sensual tension that surged through him when he was close to her. The small group left the box and became part of the moving throng.

The ladies graciously accepted the offered flutes of sparkling wine and sipped as they watched the parade of elegant and happy people move about them. Some smiled and nodded in their direction, while others allowed their eyes to travel up and down their person only to whisper as inconspicuously as possible behind their fans. Several of Darcy's friends stopped to be introduced with what seemed a genuine desire to become acquainted.

Elizabeth's jaw ached from smiling. She desperately needed a cooling drink, but the wine was simply out of the question. The last thing she needed now was a stimulant that would cloud her judgment even further. Hopefully she would have the opportunity to excuse herself and pour some cool water on her wrists before they returned to the box. She could only imagine the color of her cheeks. They probably rivaled the color of her dress!

“Perhaps you'd prefer this, Miss Bennet,” came his deep, comforting voice from behind her. “Trust me,” he whispered, “it is only water with a sprits of lemon.” He put his own goblet to his lips and downed the last of his port, then smiled at her appreciative sigh.

“I never knew you to be so observant, Mr. Darcy. I'm flattered.”

“I've always been observant where you are concerned, Miss Bennet. Only, I believe you always thought me looking to find fault.”

She blushed. “I suppose there is a great deal that I have yet to learn about you, Mr. Darcy.” She looked up at him with a self-satisfied and cheeky grin, only to see his countenance suddenly turn anxious. Following his gaze, she saw Mr. Bingley heading towards them - a tentative smile on his lips.

Darcy stepped forward to greet him and Elizabeth immediately recognized the gesture as an attempt to assure his friend that he was welcome among them. It must take great courage for Bingley to do this! she thought. What must he be thinking?

“Charles, how are you?” said Darcy, taking his hand. “I believe you know everyone here.”

“Yes of course,” said Bingley, bowing to Mrs. Gardiner. “How do you do, Mrs. Gardiner, Mr. Gardiner. I'm very pleased to see you again.” He turned to the three young ladies standing together, bowed to each of them and came to stand directly before Miss Bennet.

“I hope you are enjoying this evening's performance, Miss Bennet?” he said, looking at her adoringly.

“Yes, thank you,” she murmured, casting her eyes towards the floor.

His gaze did not waver. “The beauty of the music is to be expected, of course, but I am always amazed at Mozart's intrinsic understanding of human nature - even when the situation is ridiculous. Have you noticed that as well?” he asked, desperately hoping to make contact with those beautiful blue eyes.

She nodded without daring to look up, however.

There was an uncomfortably long pause before Miss Darcy stepped forward to address Mr. Bingley. “Charles, we are all going home for sweets and drinks after the performance. You must come! You'll be such a welcome addition to our party. Forgive me for not thinking to invite you earlier, but I had no idea that you'd be here this evening.”

“Thank you, Miss Darcy,” he said smiling at her with his characteristically amiable expression. He looked to Jane, who still anxiously studied the intricate pattern on the carpeting, and shook his head. “It is very kind of you to invite me, but I have an important early morning appointment. I should retire early so that I am at my best. But I certainly hope you all have a very pleasant time together.” Here he bowed again and left them all smiling weakly at one another as Jane Bennet audibly released a sigh and then raised her eyes to look somewhat longingly after the departing gentleman.

It was at that moment that Colonel Fitzwilliam returned with a fresh drink in his hand and asked, in the most innocent voice, “Was that your besotted Prince Charming, Miss Bennet? He left rather quickly, I must say. Why did you not encourage him to join us?”

“Richard!” hissed Darcy.

“I'm sorry. Did I say something amiss? Forgive me, Miss Bennet, if my teasing offended you. I just assumed…..”

By then Darcy was at his cousin's side, guiding him by the elbow to a corner of the room where they exchanged a few serious words before returning rather soberly to escort their guests back to the box.

“Please forgive my cousin's impertinent remarks, Miss Bennet. He sometimes displays the social graces of a schoolboy.”

Anxiety and agitation were the key emotions felt by Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet until they were finally seated again and the performance resumed. It was Darcy who now took the initiative and allowed his arm to drop to his side, turning his palm upward in an obvious offering of his hand.

The lady accepted it.

But the gentleman was no longer content his caress only her hand - stroking, ever so lightly her wrist and forearm, even venturing once or twice to the crook of her elbow. There were moments when the sensation simply overwhelmed her and she was forced to place her hand in her lap for a time to regain her composure. But when she once again felt calm and settled, she returned her hand to what she knew would now become its natural resting place.

After being warmly welcomed into the foyer and relieved of their outer garments, the entire party was led into the music room by Miss Darcy at the request of her brother, who had managed, with commendable discretion, to signal Elizabeth to lag behind. When the last of her family had disappeared through the arched doorway, he drew her towards him, taking both her hands in his. His countenance, which had been bright and easy before the rest of his guests, was now seriously grave.

“Please tell me that what happened earlier this evening was not a dream, Miss Bennet?” he said with great urgency and emotion.

Elizabeth smiled archly. “I certainly hope that you are not asking me to pinch you, Mr. Darcy! For I fear that I've already behaved shamelessly this evening and would not want to further damage your opinion of me.”

“Please Elizabeth, do not tease me now,” he pleaded.

“I cannot speak to your state of mind, Mr. Darcy, but I was fully awake and very happy to be the recipient of your tender affection.” She looked lovingly into his eyes, a well-pleased smile playing upon her lips.

He stared at her for a moment, as if still unable to grasp this new and wonderful turn of events, and gently placing his hand on the back of her neck, pulled her toward him. He had moved to kiss her when Jane's voice echoed in the foyer.

“Lizzy?… Are you …? Oh! I'm so sorry,” she said upon seeing them - dreadfully embarrassed and even more surprised. She turned to go. It was obvious that she had been so selfishly involved with her own unhappiness that she had blocked out any possibility of her sister still having feelings for Mr. Darcy. She knew Elizabeth had been hurt and disappointed by his interference as well, so how could she possibly …? “He may be far from being a perfect man, but he is the perfect one for me.” Remembering her sister's words, she felt ashamed. How blind she had been.

“Miss Bennet please, won't you wait for us?” Darcy said, striding quickly towards her. “We were just about to go in ourselves, but as you are here, I wonder if you would allow me to speak to you. What I wish to say will only take a moment.” He looked hopefully and intently at her, watching her squirm under his scrutiny. He waited as she searched Elizabeth's face for guidance and then turned her attention towards him, nodding slightly.

“Miss Bennet,” he began, “First let me say that I am well aware that my interference was unforgivable, and you need not distress yourself with the thought of my seeking your understanding or forgiveness. I do not expect or deserve it. But I do wish to say how deeply sorry I am for all the pain I have caused both you and Charles. I have for many months thought it important to tell you that it was never anything you said or did that prompted my selfish intervention. You always conducted yourself with the utmost grace and decorum, your manners were impeccable and your sweet and generous nature clearly evident. You did not deserve to be treat in such a way. I am truly sorry.”

Her eyes misted as she continued to look steadily into his. He had been right. Although it had pained her to hear it, she was glad to know that she had done nothing that would deem her unworthy of marrying Charles Bingley, that she had, in fact, earned his esteem for the way she had behaved, and that he recognized it.

“I appreciate your letting me know, Mr. Darcy,” she said softly.

He closed his eyes in momentary relief, and then nodded to her appreciatively.

Elizabeth came to press her sister's hand, her eyes bright and brimming with affection.

When Darcy offered his arm to Miss Bennet this time, she accepted it, and he was proud and happy to escort both ladies into the music room.

Their conversation was light and lively as they savored the delicacies Darcy's chef had painstakingly prepared. They enjoyed an assortment of aperitifs, as well as tea and the very finest chocolate Elizabeth had ever tasted. She and Georgiana took turns at the piano, playing themes from the opera and attempting, at times, to imitate the high coloratura arpeggios, only to dissolve into laughter at their failure to reach such heights. Even Jane found amusement in their antics - her mood only changing when Miss Darcy would lament, from time to time, Mr. Bingley's refusal to join them.

The time passed all too quickly and soon Mrs. Gardiner was eyeing her husband with an obvious signal that they should go. They thanked their hosts most graciously, who in turn expressed their appreciation to them for making such an enjoyable evening possible. Several of the household staff soon appeared to help everyone on with their clothing and Elizabeth, recognizing one of the ladies, suddenly called out in obvious delight.

“Martha! I had no idea you were in service to Mr. Darcy's household! How good to see you.” She smiled warmly at the embarrassed and fretful servant, who glanced quickly at her master's astonished face and then cast her eyes down respectfully.

“Mr. Darcy,” said Elizabeth, determined to bring some relief to the uncomfortable situation she had created as quickly as possible, “ I must commend you on the character and generous nature of your staff. I was being taken shamefully advantage of by every tradesman in the market until this kind lady took me under her wing, She taught me how to choose my vegetables, where to shop for the freshest produce, and gave me the courage to insist on the finest cuts of meat - even encouraging me to flirt with the butcher.”

“Lizzy!” cried Mrs. Gardiner, raising her gloved had to her mouth in laughter.

“Well, it is true,” said Elizabeth, eyeing Darcy with an impertinent grin. “Before Martha became my mentor I was bringing home the worst cuts of meat at the highest prices. Uncle Gardiner, you have this dear lady to thank for the roast you so enjoyed yesterday, for she helped me choose it. And I hope to see you in the morning, Martha. I don't believe there is an onion or potato left in the house.”

Martha nodded, bowed and quickly disappeared to save herself any further humiliation, for she had been conditioned to be invisible, and the young lady's praise was most unsettling - if not possibly detrimental.

“Do you go to the market every morning, Miss Bennet?” asked Darcy, his eyes gleaming playfully.

“Oh, probably only three times a week. Clara, of course, has offered to go, but I quite enjoy the outing. It helps to calm my restless nature to ramble about among the stalls. I believe it is the next best thing to the country lanes of Hertfordshire.”

It was five thirty in the morning when Elizabeth rose to wash and dress before preparing her uncle's breakfast and accompanying him part of the way to his office on her route to the market. Jane turned restlessly at the familiar sounds coming from the kitchen. Lizzy was up so early and she had not yet closed her eyes.

She mind had not allowed her any rest, flitting from thought to thought, from memory to memory in a futile attempt to sort out her tortured feelings. Elizabeth's words echoed once again in her consciousness. He may not be the perfect man…” Jane Bennet had no doubt of her sister's unfaltering love and devotion to her. But she also knew her to be sensible and forgiving - at least where people she cared for were concerned. Her love for Mr. Darcy must be very strong indeed for her to have accepted his flaws and forgiven his transgressions. Perhaps that was the key to Lizzy's ability to embrace life so positively. Being a “connoisseur of human folly”, as her father often called her, she had come to understand that none were without fault. What mattered most was coming to recognize which faults one could truly tolerate in a mate.

It occurred to her that the very aspects of Charles's personality that had prompted him to give her up where the ones that had made her fall in love with him in the first place. He was cheerful and easy, eager to please and, like herself, believed in the basic goodness of everyone around him. How pleased she had been to observe the contrast between his attitude towards the neighborhood with that of Mr. Darcy. Although she had not found Mr. Darcy's behavior quite so appalling as her sister, there was no doubt that he was a man not easily pleased. She had thanked G-d for Charles's happy disposition and desire to be liked. He would give almost any man his kind attention and find it difficult to be oppositional. Wonderful traits in a devoted and loving husband! …. most of the time.

So it came down to this. Would enjoying Charles's good qualities on a daily basis be worth the risk that his sometimes naïve and trusting nature could come to hurt them? Could she be happy knowing that his decisions could easily be influenced by others? ….Well, …actually,…now that she thought about it,….if they had a close and loving relationship, which, despite everything that had happened, she had no doubt of, …would she not be the strongest influence in his life? Would she not be part of every important decision concerning their life together? And would Charles not wish to please her above all others?…. She heard Lizzy and her uncle chatting amiably in the kitchen, and somehow finding herself less tense, drifted off to sleep.

He had left his townhouse at five, and now, some two and a half hours later, his stomach was grumbling discontentedly as he paced the alley adjacent to the market square. He had been watching them wander from stall to stall, buying carrots and leeks, examining the eyes and gills of fish, laughing heartily at one thing or another, and his patience was running thin. He cursed Martha's “generous nature!” Why in the world was it taking so long?

He watched the genuinely warm smile she directed at his servant and shook his head. This was to be the next Mistress of Pemberley - a woman who could give equal attention and respect to a servant as to an Earl! What would they make of her? He chuckled. She will have them all eating out of the palm of her hand in no time, he thought. I suspect she'll even melt Aunt Catherine's heart eventually. … Well, maybe not.” He chuckled again, thoroughly enjoying the show before him.

When they finally separated, he followed her at a discreet distance, waiting for her to pass the quiet street where the carriage was waiting. He laughed at the quickness of her gate, though his own long legs still took one stride to her three. He suddenly made a dash around the block, having decided to surprise her at the corner by the flower shop. He was breathless and gloriously happy when she startled at the sight of him.

“Mr. Darcy! Where ever did you come from?” she asked, not looking at all unhappy to see him.

“I've been buying flowers, Miss Bennet. I was told that this is an excellent shop.”

“And did you leave your blooms with the proprietor, Sir?” she asked, looking at his empty hands.

“No, no, Madam, they've been delivered.”

“Lucky lady indeed,” she said teasingly, as he came to unburden her of her basket and packages.

“I do hope the lady will approve,” he said far too seriously and Elizabeth suddenly felt the physical tension between them increase one hundred fold. She walked quietly by his side.

“May I take you home, Miss Bennet? Your packages are rather heavy.”

“Yes, thank you,” she murmured, her eyes remaining fixed on the pavement.

“My carriage is just at the end of this street.”

“Your carriage? Oh,.. I think it might be best if we walk, Mr. Darcy. I would not want anyone to see me entering your…”

“This street is very quiet, I assure you!” he interrupted. “The shops are not yet open and there is no one about. I would not risk … I have taken every precaution.”

When she still looked uneasy, he stopped to take her hand and said softly, “You once said that we would never again have the privacy or time together that we enjoyed on the Post. We can steal a bit of that time now, if you are willing to risk it.”

She was trembling when she finally looked up at him. Barely able to breathe, she simply nodded and allowed him to lead the way.

She blushed profusely when the driver tipped his hat to her and then accepted the packages that were handed up to him. Darcy opened the carriage door and placing his hands upon her waist, lifted her up. She took the step without taking her eyes off his face.

When she turned to be seated, a barely audible gasp escaped her lips as she gazed, open mouthed, at the beauty before her. She turned back to him in awe and then, drawn so powerfully by the glorious effect, turned again to stare at the white floral canopy he had created for them. The entire interior of the carriage - its walls and ceiling - had been covered with a fine white net, into which had been woven thousands of white blossoms of every shade and texture - tiny drops of moisture glistening on their petals. They formed a bower so lovely, so very intimate, that it seemed as if all of nature had conspired to make them happy. She lowered herself onto the white silk cushions, inhaling the delicate fragrance and waited for him to come and sit beside her.

But he settled himself on the seat facing her, tapped twice for James to be on his way, and bent to take her hands in his once more. They rode in silence for a few moments, gazing longingly at one another in intoxicating anticipation.

When James managed to attain a slow and steady gate, Darcy lowered himself to kneel before her. She drew in a much-needed breath, her eyes already moist and gleaming.

“Miss Bennet,” he said, with a most tender look - his voice husky with emotion, “would you allow me to try once again to tell you how much I admire and love you?”

A tiny smile formed on her lips as she nodded to him.

“My heart knew that I loved you long before my mind could even comprehend it, no less accept it. And although my feelings for you were genuine when I first approached you at Hunsford, how little I knew then about the meaning of true love! I knew I wanted you… nay, I knew I needed you to make my life meaningful and happy, but I don't believe I ever stopped to question whether you loved or needed me.

These past six months have been painful indeed, for once the initial anger and resentment had passed, I came to realize that it was I, who did not deserve you. Your strength, your loving and caring nature, your wit and intelligence were gifts reserved for someone truly worthy, and surely that was not me. I do not pretend to understand how I have come to be blessed with a second chance to win you, but as you have been so generous and forgiving, I wish to beg you once more to become my wife. I will not tell you that I am a changed man - but I am trying to change and will endeavor, every day of my life, to make you proud and happy that you accepted me. That is… if you will have me, Elizabeth. Please … ” he murmured, lowering his eyes.

The gentle pressure of her hands on his fingers gave him the courage to look up and there, on that precious face, he saw the loving gaze that needed no interpretation. Overcome with relief and excitement, he immediately came to sit beside her and moved to claim her lips, his arms enveloping her and pressing her to him. She was taken aback at first at the suddenness and intensity of his passion, but within moments she lost herself in the sweetness of his mouth and the warmth of his caresses. She melted into him and allowed herself to enjoy the overpowering sensations.

He suddenly ended their kiss and pulled back a bit to look into her eyes. “Please forgive my impatience, Madam. I believe it is usually customary to allow a lady to accept a proposal before taking such liberties. I hope I have not offended you?” he teased.

“I am not offended, Sir,” she said with a shy smile, “for I believe you knew my answer when you came to sit beside me. But if you require a verbal response, I would be happy to give it.”

“It would make me very happy to hear it, Miss Bennet.”

She hesitated for a moment and then began.

“For many months now I have hoped against hope that you and I would meet again and have the opportunity rediscover one another. When my anger and defensive resentment were gone and I realized how terribly I had misjudged you, your face and words took up permanent residence in my mind and heart. And I began to love you. Is it possible for love to blossom in such a way? I was so distressed and confused that I did not know what to think or if I could trust my emotions. So when we stumbled on one another on the Post, I could not believe my good fortune and shamelessly promoted our continued acquaintance - as you well know. Our meetings this past week have more than confirmed my feelings, Mr. Darcy. … I love you, so completely. I only hope you can believe the sincerity of my affection. I would never want you to doubt…”

Here he silenced her with a passionate kiss that took her breath away and when he finally drew back, he whispered, “How could I doubt it, Elizabeth? You could have simply said yes, and never made me privy to your inner turmoil. I am touched and honored that you would open your heart to me so completely! I love you so!”

She reached up to stroke his face and he turned his head to fill her palm with kisses, murmuring, “I will leave for Hertfordshire tomorrow to speak to your father and then return as soon as may be to obtain a special license.”

“Oh, no! We can't! Not yet!” she cried, withdrawing from his embrace and straightening herself up in the seat.

“Why ever not?” he said, his face crestfallen.

“It is too soon! I cannot do this to Jane. It is too cruel! Oh, Fitzwilliam, you must understand!”

“What are you saying, Elizabeth? What would you have us do?” he asked in disbelief.

“We must wait. We must give her time to adjust to what has happened and make peace with her decision before we thrust this news upon her. She is my elder sister, Fitzwilliam! I have always assumed that she would be the first to marry and I know how painful this will be for her.”

“I don't agree, Elizabeth! Jane loves you! She will be extremely happy for you! She would never want you to deny your own happiness to spare her feelings! I am sure of it.”

“I do not mean that we should hold off until she herself is wed. I only wish to give her more time … three months, perhaps. That is reasonable, is it not? Can you wait for three months, Fitzwilliam? I would be so very grateful for your patience.”

He looked at her lovingly. His mind raced with all the possible arguments he could make, but he simply nodded and said, “Elizabeth, I would wait for you till the end of time … and that is exactly what three months are going to feel like!”

She released a nervous little laugh and drew his hand to her lips. “Thank you, my love. I promise you that no matter what, you will go to my father at that time and I shall press him for a short engagement.”

A short engagement? Darcy's head reeled. He had conveniently forgotten about all those stupid and unnecessary conventions that did nothing but torture young people in love and ready to start their lives together! How long would it be until she was truly his? How could he bear the wait?

“It will be a very difficult secret to keep, I know, but we must do it - for Mr. Bingley, as well as Jane.”

“Perhaps,” said Darcy, still unconvinced that this was the right thing to do. “But I know one person who will be terribly distressed when you return home to Hertfordshire without any understanding between us. Although she knows nothing of my proposal today, she is not insensitive to my feelings for you. It would hurt me deeply to deliberately keep her wondering, or worse, lie to her, Elizabeth. I wish to tell Georgiana. She will keep our secret, I assure you.”

“Of course, you are right. Georgiana should know. How difficult it will be not to fly into her arms and embrace her when next we meet!” replied Elizabeth. “I know you think I am wrong to insist on this, but I believe it to be for the best and I adore you for respecting my wishes, Fitzwilliam.” She leaned in to kiss him again, her heart so full of love for him.

“I think you should leave me off a few blocks away from home, Fitzwilliam. My aunt will be frantic if I am not home soon. And the fish must be spoiled by now!” she laughed.

As they slowed to a stop, he plucked a blossom from the netting and presented it to her, but she refused it. “It will be difficult enough to pretend that I had a normal morning at the market without this precious reminder of you. Thank you for this wonderful gift, Fitzwilliam. I shall carry it in my heart always.”

Chapter 11

Posted on Friday, 1 October 2004

Riding home, Fitzwilliam Darcy was the happiest and most frustrated of men. After having given up all hope of ever changing Elizabeth's opinion of him, he had spent this past glorious and unnerving week unsure of her feelings for him, only to be blessed with her affection and her hand within the span of a single day!. He wanted to shout his happiness from the rooftops!

But, of course, he had promised to keep their engagement secret! Engaged for only ten minutes and hen-pecked already! he mused. How did she get me to agree to this ridiculous scheme so quickly and easily? He chuckled, shaking his head and smiling to himself. In truth, he knew he would always wish to do anything and everything to please her, but hopefully, this would be one of the most difficult requests she would ever make of him. He sat back, parted the curtains that had been so carefully closed to ensure their privacy and opened the small window to allow the cool morning air to revive him. He felt slightly light-headed and warm, and knew his color must be high. Breathe deeply, man! These are going to be three very long months!

But at least he could confide in the one person to whom this news would matter most - Georgiana! How happy she would be for him - and for herself, as well. He knew that she had taken an instant liking to Elizabeth and had soon come to hope that she would become a member of their family. He would surprise Georgie with the good news at breakfast and … Wait, no. That would be impossible! There would be footman and other servants about. He would have to order his breakfast served in the library and ask her to join him there.

Wishing to avoid any gossip among his staff, he had James drop him off at the side door of the east wing, which was always quiet at this time of the morning. Perhaps he could sneak upstairs with only his valet being aware that he had already been out of the house. He would then change into more casual clothes and order breakfast, before seeking out his sister.

“See to it that the carriage is cleaned out before bringing it into the coach house, James, and please dispose of the flowers where no one will recognize you. I want no evidence of this discovered,” he said, as he left the carriage. He carefully and quietly inserted the key in the lock and let himself into the house.

James tied up the team and hurried off to the stables to find some old feed sacks in which to put the flowers before carting them away. But as luck would have it, one of the young stable hands passed by on his way back from an errand and seeing his master's coach parked in such an unusual place, peered inside the open window. His mouth gaped open and in a moment he was in the kitchen, whispering the astonishing and delicious news to his sweetheart. The two of them flew out the door so quickly that several of the cook's assistants followed them to see what all the excitement was all about. Before long, the entire Darcy household was laughing, sighing and speculating over the flowered coach. Chambermaids were elbowing one another in order to get a better look, while footmen and stable hands chuckled knowingly and poked each other in the ribs. There were gasps and whispers and envious sighs!

James returned to find the coach overrun by exuberant servants, who immediately pounced on him to divulge all he knew of the romantic encounter. They were already sure of the lady's identity! It must be Martha's protégé from the market! But where was the rendezvous, and what was she wearing, and how did she look, but most importantly, DID SHE ACCEPT HIM? !!!

James was horrified! This display could cost him his post! - a post he had held and truly loved for the past twelve years! He venerated and adored his master.

“Get off this coach and get back to work, all of you!” he shouted. “There is nothing more to see here, and I will tell you absolutely nothing, as well you know!” His face was red and swollen with his fury! “And should any of you consider me a friend, I'll thank you to think of what will happen to me if the master finds out about this! Now get back to the house and hold your tongues!”

Georgiana Darcy had come down to breakfast later than usual, and not finding any evidence of her brother having already eaten, assumed that he was sleeping in. I suppose you are happily dreaming of Elizabeth, Fitzwilliam.” she thought happily as she went to the sideboard and prepared her plate. She found it odd that Spenser was not around to pour her coffee, but she just shrugged and got up to get it herself. When she felt that the pot was cold, she rang for a fresh one, and noticed that none of the footmen where at their posts. No one answered the bell. She swung open the door that led to the butler's pantry and called out his name. Again, all was quiet.

She began to wander from room to room, calling for one servant or another and to her amazement the house was virtually empty. She walked more quickly now, a sudden panic gripping her, searching the entire lower floor - pantries, closets and hallways, until passing a window in the east wing, she saw her entire household huddled around the carriage. Her first thought was that someone had gotten hurt in an accident, Dear G-d, Fitzwilliam! and she raced out to see what was the matter.

Everyone was talking at once, but the sounds coming from the group were not somber or fretful. Indeed, people were laughing and joking, and now James was shouting at them to get back to work. She saw his furious glare and watched as everyone suddenly turned back toward the house. That was when they saw her and froze.

“Is everything all right, James?” she asked hesitantly, keenly aware that there were things that servants could not share with a master or mistress.

“Yes, Milady, I was just about to put the carriage away,” he said, looking rather terrified.

The small sea of servants parted as she moved closer, and she nodded to them as they slowly passed her with their eyes cast down. A tiny voice inside her told her not to look, to leave well enough alone, but her curiosity got the better of her and she approached the open carriage. Her eyes widened as the spectacular display of blooms came into view. She gasped and stood mesmerized at the enchanting sight. Her eyes fell on the white cushions on the seat and she saw that they had already been sat on. Her heart leaped at the thought.

“Have you brought my brother home, James? Is he in the house?” she asked anxiously.

“Yes, Miss Darcy,” said James, in a soft and somber tone, not at all certain that he had been right to divulge that information.

She struggled to school her features, nodded to him and ran into the house to find Fitzwilliam. Surely Elizabeth could not have refused him? But then why had he not come to tell her the happy news directly instead of sneaking into the house and cloistering himself in his rooms? Had Elizabeth accepted him, would he not have accompanied her home to the Gardiners' to take pleasure in all the excitement and accept their congratulations? He heart sank. Gripped with fear and compassion she mounted the stairs to share in her brother's pain.

She knocked on the library door and hearing no reply, gently turned the knob to peek inside. There at his desk sat Fitzwilliam, eagerly bringing a corner of toast dipped in soft-boiled egg to his mouth. He looked up at her, and suddenly grinning broadly, rose from the chair. As he did so, a bit of yolk dripped on his chin and he chuckled softly as he reached for his napkin to wipe it away.

“Forgive me for not breakfasting with you this morning, Georgie. I … I have had an eventful morning and was starving when I came home. Have you eaten? Would you like another cup of coffee?” he asked in a bright and easy manner. He pulled out a chair for her and bade her sit.

“Yes, I'd love a cup, thank you,” she said with a smile, trying to hide her confusion. “So you were out very early?”

“Yes,” he said taking her hand and looking meaningfully into her eyes, his face aglow, his eyes sparkling.

“I have truly wonderful news, Georgie. Elizabeth has accepted me! She is to be your sister and miraculously….my wife!”

He watched her countenance change as the meaning his words took hold of her. She flew into his arms, weeping for joy and hugging him so tightly that he had to laugh and marvel at her strength.

“Oh Fitzwilliam, I'm so happy! When I saw the carriage and heard that you had….”

“Saw the carriage?” he repeated, before she could finish. “You saw the carriage? How did you even know where it was? I asked James to take it away and clean it out before….” He stopped and looked at her apprehensively. “Georgie, have any of the servants seen it?”

Georgiana nodded and lowered her eyes. “All of them,” she whispered.

“All of them? What was James doing, selling tickets?” he shouted. “I told him to take that carriage to a secluded spot and instead he…”

“No, no! He was desperately trying to keep them away and sent them back to work immediately. But I'm afraid it was too late. They were all so pleased for you, Fitzwilliam - you know how much they care about your happiness. Please don't be angry! You'll spoil this happy day for yourself and for them. All they want is to wish you joy.”

“Well, I'm afraid they will have to be disappointed,” said Darcy pacing the room in agitation. “Dear G-d, the rumors will be all over London!”

“Why would they be disappointed with such wonderful news?

“Georgiana, we must keep this engagement secret for the next three months! I have promised Elizabeth. The servants will have to believe that she rejected me until then. There is nothing else to be done.”

“But why on earth would she wish to keep it secret, Fitzwilliam? I don't understand!”

“It is a long story, Sweetness, and it has to do with my selfishness, Charles and Elizabeth's sister Jane………”

He had made a luncheon appointment with Bingley a few days earlier that he now wished to cancel, but Charles had sounded so eager to get together and had even asked him to keep the entire afternoon open for some mysterious outing. He could not disappoint him, but longed to be with Elizabeth, of course - even if it meant sitting in the Gardiner parlor making polite conversation.

He now leaned back in his chair to allow the wait-staff to clear away the fish course and said, “Charles, in the name of heaven, are you ever going to tell me what all this is about? Why are you prolonging the mystery? … I assume it has nothing to do with Jane Bennet, or you would not be able to contain yourself!”

“No, no. Unfortunately, Jane does not figure into any of this - not yet, anyway. And I'm not being deliberately mysterious! I just want us to have a bit of privacy,” he said, nodding his head toward the servers bustling about as they brought the main course to the table. When they had finally gone, Charles drew himself up in his seat and began.

“I have done something quite out of character, Darcy. I have made a momentous decision and have acted upon it. And I've asked you here today to tell you about it and to ask you to help me with the final plans.”

“Well….? What is it, man? Don't leave me hanging!”

“I'll get to the particulars in just a moment, but first, I believe a little background information is in order. Darcy, as you might well imagine, Jane's rejection and reproofs have forced me to do some serious thinking about my life. And when I reflect on what I have done with myself these past few years - with my time and my wealth, I am truly appalled. I have done nothing more than chase an illusive dream of becoming a “gentleman”, of being accepted by members of a society that, well, … let's be honest, consider me “new money”, naďve, and perhaps even a little ridiculous.”

“Bingley you are wrong,” Darcy began, but his friend cut him short.

“No, I am right and you know it, but are too good a friend to admit it. Darcy, you and Georgiana are the only members of the ton that have truly accepted me - no matter how many invitations you have managed to procure for me. I have no life within the ton … and no matter how much my sisters would like to believe that they enjoy a place in that society, I know that I do not. Nor do I desire it. Besides you, all my friends and acquaintances are part of another class. It is there that I am accepted for who I really am.”

“But what does all this signify, Charles? One doesn't simply decide to be part of one class or another - one simply is,” said Darcy.

“Yes, but what one does has a great deal to do with the way one is perceived in the world. And I am done with playing at being a “gentleman.” It doesn't suit me, Darcy. It doesn't fit who I am.”

“Charles, whatever are you talking about? You haven't played at being anything; you are a gentleman!” said Darcy.

“Perhaps in one sense, but not in the true sense of the word. I was not born to a noble landed or aristocratic family. I have no large estate with tenants and servants dependant on me for their well-being.”

“Darcy, you have enormous responsibilities and an equal amount of work with Pemberley - and even much of Lambton relies on you for its livelihood. You may fish and hunt, come to London for amusement and such, but you always have more serious things pressing on you. I have only my investments to look after, and most of that work is done by my solicitor. Like any man, I enjoy some sport now and then, but Darcy, it simply isn't enough! A man has to have a reason to get up in the morning.”

Here he sighed and contemplated his untouched plate before looking up again and saying, “I am not making excuses for myself, Darcy, but it has occurred to me that perhaps I was so inept at making that crucial decision because I have had so little practice in making important decisions of any kind. The biggest decisions I make in the course of a day are what color coat to wear, what to do for my amusement and what to have for dinner! It will not do, Darcy! I must make a more meaningful life for myself ….whether it includes Jane or not,” he added sadly. “I must change, and I have made a start,” he now said rather proudly. “I am going into business with a number of metalwork artisans and I am opening a shop - a warehouse, actually. The deal has been struck and the papers signed. And for what its worth, Mr. Gardiner has overseen everything and thinks it is an excellent investment.”

Darcy sat back dumfounded.

“Those furrows in your brow tell me you don't approve, Darcy. I'm sorry. I had hoped …”

“Not at all, Charles. I wholeheartedly approve! I am just astounded by everything that I have just heard! Especially all that you have already accomplished in just a week's time!”

“Well, I suppose this idea has been brewing in my mind for some time now, but I never dared to act on it for fear of upsetting my sisters and loosing my place in society,” said Bingley, his face brightening at his friend's genuine interest.

“You see, some three years ago, I made a small investment in an artist from Birmingham who needed the capital to open a showroom here in London. His business has been an enormous success and he is now in desperate need of a larger space. I approached him with the idea of opening a shop that would be a showcase for several artisans - men who work in the same medium but who would not really compete with one another. Mr. Corning fashions beautifully ornate, Rococo style gates, balconies and the like, while each of my other tenants work in a completely different style.”

“I have four metal craftsmen as tenants so far, and I will receive a monthly rent and percentage of their profits. Since my initial investment is quite large, my percentage will be fifty percent for the first two years and then will gradually decrease until it reaches twenty percent. Mr. Gardiner insisted on that, but in truth, I care little about the money. But I am terribly excited about giving these people a place to display their talents and thereby providing more work for them, their assistants, apprentices and a host of support people. It will give me a sense of usefulness within my society. I'll be managing the showroom, dealing with customers, organizing deliveries and installations. It should keep me very, very busy!” he laughed.

“Indeed,” said Darcy, “you'll have precious little leisure time, Charles.”

“To be sure, for the first year or two, but by then I hope to have trained some trusted people so well that I would not be required to be at the shop each and every day, and could take a nice holiday now and then,” said Bingley.

“Forgive me for asking this, Charles. But have you considered the possibility that Jane may not approve of your new identity.”

“Believe me, I have thought long and hard on it. But the truth is that I have no guarantee that Jane will ever forgive me and consent to be my wife. And if I am to trust my own instincts, I must say that I believe Jane would be as happy to be married to a man in trade as to a gentleman. I don't think my station in life is very important to her and I can only pray that my instincts will be proved right one day.”

“Let's drink to that Charles,” said Darcy, lifting his glass. “A toast to your new venture and to Miss Bennet's admiration of your courage and determination!”

“Thank you, old friend! I knew I could count on your support. To Miss Bennet then! Cheers!”

“Now what have you got to show me this afternoon,” asked Darcy, returning to his meal.

“I wish you to see the two warehouses I am considering. Given that I need a very large space, I have only been able to find available warehouses in less elegant neighborhoods. The rents on such spaces in the heart of town would be exorbitant - besides, there are none available. As a full-fledged member of the ton, I wish your opinion on which neighborhood is less objectionable. My clientele, by the every nature of the product, will be a wealthy group, and I know that location will be an important factor.”

“Well, then I suppose we should finish and get to it,” said Darcy, raising his glass to his friend again. He smiled. Whether she marries you or not, my friend, she will be the making of you! he thought.

It was a little passed seven when he finally arrived home and his immediate thoughts were of his neglect of Elizabeth that afternoon. What must she be thinking? Not to have paid a visit on such a momentous day was insupportable! He debated getting back into the carriage and heading for the Gardiners' even now, but he knew it would be suspect. As an engaged man, he would be welcomed at almost any time. But as a mere friend and admirer, he had to follow proper social etiquette.

They were all probably involved in feeding the children now and getting Constance ready bed. He pictured Elizabeth reading to John or helping him with his schoolwork. It was not a time to visit.

Perhaps he should send her a message explaining the situation? Georgiana could address the letter and ….. No, in such a full and active household it would be only too easy for something to go wrong. Connie might pull the letter out of her hand or…. No, he should not risk it! He would explain tomorrow and Elizabeth would understand. She was too generous and sensible to be angry.

He closed his eyes and massaged his temples. What a day it had been! What a marvelous and miraculous day! Elizabeth was his and Charles was transforming himself before his very eyes. And he, still had some twenty pieces of business correspondence to attend to. Well, not tonight! He would have a light supper with Georgie and tell her all about Bingley's new enterprise. At least that, could be discussed openly in front of the servants.

They knew it was a bit early to call, but they could restrain themselves no longer. Georgiana knocked, as Fitzwilliam's hands were full of gifts for the family.

Mrs. Gardiner opened the door and eagerly invited them in. There was a smile on her lips, but her eyes hinted at some uneasiness. Darcy immediately sensed her anxiety and stiffened.

“I hope we have not arrived too early, Mrs. Gardiner, but we were wondering if your nieces would like to join us in stroll through Monument Park. It's a mild and lovely morning,” said Georgiana when her brother remained mute.

“Oh, do come and sit down and allow me to tell you again how much we enjoyed your company the other night,” said Mrs. Gardiner, wishing to delay her unpleasant task. She led them into the parlor and when they were seated, looked up at Darcy compassionately.

“I'm afraid my nieces are no longer here, Miss Darcy, Mr. Darcy. Their father came to fetch them yesterday afternoon and they have left for home early this morning. They were both very distressed at not having had the opportunity to say good-bye to you.”

Brother and sister simply stared at her.

Georgiana recovered first. “Oh, I am sure that he missed them very much. I can well understand that he wanted to have them home again.” She looked down at the gloves on her lap, not knowing what else to say.

“Yes, he had written a few days ago to hurry their return, but then decided to come and accompany them home himself.”

“Yes, I think that was very wise,” said Darcy, finally having found his voice. “ I am glad to hear that they will not be traveling alone. One never knows who one might meet traveling by post,” he said both in jest and with all seriousness. “Well, we shall not take up any more of your time, Mrs. Gardiner. I am sure we have interrupted your morning routine. Please accept these gifts for the children and the….um …flowers. And give my regards to your husband, if you will.”

“Yes, of course, Mr. Darcy, and …oh, wait,” she said, retrieving a letter from the credenza, “my niece Elizabeth left this note for you, Miss Darcy. She was most anxious for you get it.” She smiled at them both and saw them to the door.

They walked as calmly as possible down the stairs and entered the carriage. Even before they were seated, Georgiana handed the unopened letter to her brother. He took it appreciatively and ripped it open, reading only the salutation before allowing his head to fall back on the seat cushion and closing his eyes.

“My Darling Fitzwilliam,” was all he had needed to see.

“One would think that I was inflicting the greatest punishment by bringing you girls home,” said Mr. Bennet, eyeing his two eldest daughters with concern. They had been on the road for almost two hours, and despite his best efforts, he had not been able to engage either one of them in a meaningful conversation. They would respond to his questions with one or two word answers before turning their attention, once again, to the passing scenery. He knew them well enough to know that he had interrupted something of great significance.

“Oh of course not, Papa,” said Elizabeth, reaching for his hand. “We are both still very tired, that is all. We were out very late on Wednesday night, as you know. We were at the Darcy's for several hours after the opera.”

He nodded and smiled at her, not believing a word she was saying, but knowing enough to have her believe that he did.

“That must have been a tediously long ride for you to endure in the company of Mr. Darcy, Lizzy. How irritated you must have been to be subjected to his haughty demeanor all the way to London. I'm surprised you then introduced him to the Gardiner's and prolonged the acquaintance.”

“He was actually quite civil and entertaining, Papa. He was very much the gentleman and rather solicitous and protective of me. I found myself grateful to be his company,” said Elizabeth with as unaffected an air as she could manage.

“Indeed,” replied her father, his eyebrows raised. “So the infamous Mr. Darcy has managed to worm his way into your heart, has he? Well, will wonders never cease!”

“Please do not tease me, Papa,” said Elizabeth, “But yes, I will admit that as I got to know him better I began to see aspects of his personality that I had not seen before. He is a very good man, Papa. I was very wrong to judge him so harshly.”

This was far more serious a declaration than Mr. Bennet had ever expected to hear - nor did the color of his daughter's cheeks escape his notice. He had a sinking feeling that he was no longer the principle man in his dear Lizzy's life. Was this what all the brooding was about?

He turned to look his eldest daughter who seemed even more quiet and pensive than usual. Where there is a Mr. Darcy, there is usually a Mr. Bingley not far behind, he realized, and decided to take the direct approach. “And I assume that you were then thrown into the company of his friend, Mr. Bingley, my dear,” he said in the most tender of tones. “I hope he did nothing to further hurt you, Jane.”

“No, Papa,” she responded hastily. “Like Mr. Darcy, he was very kind and solicitous. But I saw very little of him anyway.”

“Ah…,” said Mr. Bennet, understanding far more from this simple remark then his daughter would have imagined.

“Well I suppose it would be best to tell your mama as little as possible of your dealings with these two gentlemen. Am I right?”

“Oh yes, Papa,” said Jane, gratefully. “It is not that I wish to keep secrets from her, but ….. I'm afraid she may read more into the these casual meetings than is really there and…..”

“There is no need to justify your feelings my dear. I believe the three of us understand each other,” said her father, patting her hand.

“Yes,” nodded Elizabeth, “sometimes secrecy is for the best. She then turned and stared out her window.

Jane squeezed her father's hand and turned her head away as well. She was enveloped in misery. Her heart had been slowly and painfully inching its way back to Charles and she was sure that if he continued to persevere in his attentions to her she would not be able to resist him. She did, after all, love him so very much! There had never been any question of that. But now, with this distance between them, would he continue to try? Would he have the courage to pursue her all the way back to Hertfordshire? Or had she ruined her own chances of ever being truly happy?

Chapter 12

Posted on Thursday, 7 October 2004

“Sister, sister! Have you heard the news? Mr. Bingley is in town and everyone is talking of it!” cried Mrs. Phillips as she bustled into the drawing room where the ladies were all assembled and occupied with their needlework.

Jane startled, then froze, while her sister shook her head and asked, “Are you sure, aunt Phillips? For I was walking about the Netherfield grounds just this morning, and there wasn't a soul stirring about that great estate.”

“I saw him in Meryton myself! He was just coming out of the solicitor's office and his friend - you know, that tall gentleman who was once so rude to you, Lizzy - was with him.”

Elizabeth's lips quivered as she tried to maintain some semblance of composure before her mother and her aunt. She and Jane had been home for four days and although she had been sure that her beloved Fitzwilliam would figure out a way to visit her before long, she had never dreamt that he would manage it so quickly! She bit her lower lip to keep from smiling and reached across the table to squeeze her sister's hand.

“Well, Jane, perhaps he has come back for you after all,” said her mother, now fluttering about the room in great excitement. “We shall know for sure if he calls on us before the day is out! Go up and change into your blue gown,” she ordered, and for once, Jane was only too happy to oblige her. She rose from her chair, her eyes pleading with Elizabeth to join her.

“I think it would be best for me to change as well,” said Elizabeth, putting her embroidery on the table. She had taken only a few steps toward her sister when her mother stopped her, saying, “Stay where you are, Lizzy! There is no need for you to change. No one is coming to see you. You'll do perfectly well as you are. In fact your untidy appearance will help to put your sister in a better light.”

“But Mama, I became overheated on my walk to Netherfield this morning and was splattered with mud as well. Please let me go! It will not do for me to be seen like this, even if none of the gentleman has come to see me. It brings little credit to our family to have me looking disheveled before guests,” she said in the hope of persuading her.

“You've never let that bother you before Elizabeth Bennet - traipsing about the countryside with your windblown hair and you muddied skirts - completely unfit to be seen by anyone!” Her mother continued on in this vain for some time, and before she could finish her tirade, Mrs. Hill came in to announce the arrival of said gentlemen. The ladies rose and nervously waited for them to enter.

“Mr. Bingley! How very good of you to come and see us. We just heard of your arrival in town and were so happy to learn that you had finally returned to Netherfield. Please do come and sit down,” said Mrs. Bennet. “I believe you met my sister, Mrs. Phillips, in town earlier today?”

“Mr. Bingley appeared confused as he stared at the lady presented to him, but decided that it was best to be agreeable. “Yes, of course, Mrs. Phillips, how do you do. And you must remember my friend, Mr. Darcy, Mrs. Bennet. He has been so good as to accompany me here on this trip.”

Mr. Darcy stepped forward and bowed to all the ladies, making certain that his gaze did not remain on Elizabeth for too long. He smiled respectfully at Mrs. Bennet, but saved his warmest smile for Jane.

Mrs. Bennet raised her chin and gave him a curt, “You are welcome too, Mr. Darcy,” to Elizabeth's mortification. Her eyes darted to his apologetically, but he reassured her with his tender smile.

“Mrs. Bennet,” said Bingley, “I've come here directly from Meryton because I wanted your family to hear this news from me rather than from gossiping neighbors. You have always been exceedingly kind to me and I felt it only right that I tell you myself.” He looked anxiously at Jane.

“I have given up my lease on Netherfield and will be returning to London in the morning. It saddens me to leave such a warm and welcoming neighborhood where I've made so many friends, but there are complex reasons why I must do so.” He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “But I truly hope this will not be good-bye,” he said, casting another longing glance her way, “for I hope you will allow me to visit whenever I happen to be in the neighborhood.”

The room fell silent and all the ladies stared.

“Mr. Bingley!” cried Mrs. Bennet, “Surely you are jesting! You cannot possibly mean to abandon your home here with us. I know first hand how much you love the country - the shooting, the riding, the country dances!”

“You are quite right, Mrs. Bennet, I do love all those things, but I now find that I must spend more time in London, and Hertfordshire is simply too far away to be convenient. Believe me, it pains me deeply when I think of the happy times I've spent here, … but the change is necessary, I'm afraid.” He now unashamedly looked toward Jane, hoping to catch her eye. But she had bent her head and was keeping her eyes on her lap.

“So you have not opened Netherfield at all this trip?” asked Elizabeth, grasping for something to say.

“No, Miss Bennet, we are staying at the Red Lyon for the night and will get an early start back in the morning. The furnishings will be packed up and brought to London over the next month or so, but Darcy and I will stop at the house shortly to pick up a few of my personal things. I was hoping that you ladies might honor us with your company for a walk before we go. It is a little chilly, but not too bad, and the sun is out.”

Elizabeth suddenly sat up straighter and eagerly looked to Jane for her approval of the plan. But Mrs. Bennet, who saw this as her last opportunity to advance her daughter's relationship with Mr. Bingley, had more than a little walk in mind.

“You will remember Mr. Bingley, that you promised to come to dinner just before you left for London, and I believe tonight would be a perfect time for you to fulfill your obligation. I cannot imagine that you are already engaged for dinner, and having your last meal in Hertfordshire alone at the Inn will never do! Come and dine with us this evening. Mr. Bennet will be most honored and happy to have you.”

Bingley smiled uneasily and glanced towards Jane to determine her feelings, and thankfully, this time, she looked up and gave him the little smile he was hoping for.

“I'd be most happy to accept for myself and my friend Mrs. Bennet, thank you.” He grinned at Darcy, who nodded approvingly, but then added, “But I hope that would not prevent us from walking out a bit just now while the sun is still high. I'm sure it will get much colder as the afternoon wears on.” Elizabeth recognized the panicked look in his eyes and smiled to herself.

“No, no, Mr. Darcy, now that we are expecting such fine guests for dinner, my daughters will be needed at home to get ready for the occasion. They do not enter the kitchen, of course, but there is always so much to do in planning a little dinner party, you know.” She giggled and twittered in delight.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Darcy stiffened.

Charles Bingley turned to his friend and murmured, “Well, I suppose we should be on our way then. But please don't go to any extra trouble on our account,” he said, looking back at the ladies. “We will be very pleased just to be in your company.”

That kind remark received an even warmer smile from Jane, who now suggested to her sister that they see the gentleman out. This time, at least, Mrs. Bennet was wise enough to let them go.

“Elizabeth,” muttered Darcy, as he pretended to tighten the straps of his saddle while she stood beside him, “ It will be a miracle if I do not strangle your mother before we are married - not for her treatment of me, but for the way she treats you and your sisters! It curls the hairs on the back of my neck.”

“I've noticed,” laughed Elizabeth. “But you are so good to put up with her disrespect, Fitzwilliam - you must know how it pains me to hear it,” she now said more seriously.

“And I will not have you distressed for one moment because of it. I assure you, Elizabeth, it rolls off my back like water. I am sensible of the fact that I deserve her anger. I insulted her daughter, after all, and I've done nothing to endear myself to anyone here.”

“Save one,” said Elizabeth with a teasing grin.

“Yes, thank G-d, save one,” said Darcy tenderly. His eyes suddenly darted to Bingley and Jane speaking softly just a few feet away, and then to the lower and upper windows of the house. And without any warning bent down to kiss her brow, just above the bridge of her nose. He lingered there for a moment and when he drew back, Elizabeth, who couldn't bear to be separated from him, leaned forward. She stumbled, falling against his chest. He caught her and they both looked up anxiously to see if they had been caught.

But Bingley and Jane only had eyes for one another.

“It was very thoughtful of you to tell us of your plans to quit Netherfield yourself, Mr. Bingley. There will be many in the neighborhood who will be saddened to hear the news.”

He looked at her longingly. There was so much that he wanted to say, but she had just given him the first sign of hope and he was momentarily content to bask in the glow of her eyes. How good it felt to have her looking at him again! He would not destroy his chances by assuming too much, too soon - but there were things that he needed to tell her.

“You must know, Miss Bennet, that I care only about one person's feelings on the subject. I didn't want you to see my leaving Netherfield as a resolve to end our friendship. Quite the opposite, … I have taken your words to heart and I am trying to make some positive changes.” Jane blushed and looked away. He now continued in a more animated fashion in an effort to capture her eyes again. “And thank you for making it so comfortable for us to accept your mother's dinner invitation. I am so pleased to be in your company and I know Mr. Darcy is very anxious to spend some time with your sister. It is good to see how they have resolved their differences and strengthened their friendship, is it not?”

“Yes,” she murmured, as they both turned to look them. Darcy had just mounted his horse and was reining him in as he continued his conversation with Elizabeth, when she suddenly, and quite unconsciously, took his free hand and pressed it. The gesture took less than a second, but its intimacy was undeniable. Bingley now looked more carefully at his friend's face and saw an expression there he had rarely seen - genuine contentment.

“Miss Bennet, has your sister told you anything concerning her relationship with my friend?” asked Bingley as he continued to stare at the happy couple. But then realizing his impertinence, he added quickly, “Please forgive me, Miss Bennet. That was indeed a rude question for me to ask. I would not have you betray a confidence and it is simply none of my business.”

“It is quite all right, Mr. Bingley. I would certainly not betray my sister's confidence, … but no, I have no knowledge of any change in their relationship,” said Jane. But the image of the intimacy she had seen between them in Darcy's foyer came to mind and now that she was witnessing this tender scene, she knew that Bingley's instincts were correct. It was clear to anyone who cared to look, that Elizabeth and Darcy had come to an understanding.

They both blushed, turned away and said nothing.

“Well, I look forward to seeing you later at dinner, Miss Bennet. Good-bye,” said Bingley, fumbling with the reins as he mounted his steed. She nodded and returned his smile.

“Are you ready, Darcy?” he called, and the two gentlemen tipped their hats and rode away.

Once the gentlemen had gone, Mrs. Bennet kept her daughters busy choosing the proper table linens, arranging flowers and even polishing silver, as Mrs. Hill and the other maids had plenty to do in preparing the elaborate feast she now demanded of them. Jane seemed sullen and lost in her own thoughts as she worked, and Elizabeth attributed this to her mixed emotions concerning Mr. Bingley. But when Elizabeth discovered a yellow stain on one of the tablecloths and returned to the linen closet to fetch another, her sister followed her in and shut the door behind them. Despite the rather dim light in the small space, Elizabeth could clearly see her sister's angry glare.

“Lizzy Bennet!” she said accusingly, and waited for her sister's response.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and looked nervously down at the floor for a moment. She then looked up at her sister's face again to confirm her suspicions and whispered, “So you saw the kiss then.”

“The kiss? I saw no such thing! But I am not blind!” said Jane, tears now welling in her eyes.

“Jane,” began Elizabeth, trying to embrace her sister, “Please don't be angry.”

Jane backed away, folded her arms and asked with restrained emotion. “And when, pray tell, were you going to inform me of the happy news? …. When you thought I was strong enough to hear it?” Her tears now flowed freely down her cheeks.

“I did think it was best to wait a little, Jane. I love you so dearly and I…”

“And you didn't think that I would be happy for you - my most beloved sister? You didn't think I could put aside my own feelings to rejoice with you? Oh, Lizzy! That is what hurts most of all. The thought that I appeared so fragile that you would deny yourself and Darcy the joy of telling aunt and uncle Gardiner of your engagement is appalling. And now poor Mr. Darcy has to come back to Longbourn under some pretense just to see you! Oh Lizzy, what must he think of me? What a pitiful creature he is inheriting for a sister!”

“Jane, you cannot be more mistaken! Mr. Darcy echoed your very words when he tried to persuade me to tell you…” She suddenly realized that what she had just admitted was the last thing that Jane needed to hear, and threw her arms around her sister's neck and pleaded, “Forgive me, Jane. I was wrong not to tell you, not to trust in your strength - for there was never any doubt of your being happy for me! Please forgive me!”

Jane hugged her sister tightly to her and kissed her. “I am absolutely overjoyed for you, Lizzy….when I am not too busy being furious with you!” They both laughed and took great comfort in each other's embrace.

“And of course, you haven't allowed Mr. Darcy to speak to father yet, have you?” scolded Jane. “Well we shall have to remedy that immediately,” she declared at her sister's guilty look. “Early in the evening you must get word to your Mr. Darcy that he is at liberty to ask for your hand. We can't have him going back to London empty handed, now can we?” she giggled.

“Oh Jane, it will make him so happy! But I think you should be the one to tell him. Will you?”

“Do you think that will put me back in his good graces?” teased Jane.

“It will definitely make you his favorite sister in law!” laughed Elizabeth, and they hugged each other once more.

When the gentlemen arrived, Longbourn shone and sparkled as never before. The silver and crystal caught the candlelight and reflected the soft glow about the rooms. Wonderful smells permeated the house, and all the Longbourn ladies looked exceedingly well. More importantly, there was a gleam in Elizabeth's fine eyes that was startling. Something had changed and Darcy knew it. All his senses were alive with anticipation.

Mr. Bennet greeted the young men with a measured smile and a quizzical eye. So these were the gentlemen who would one day deprive him of his precious daughters. The thought of losing them was too painful to ponder, but he nevertheless invited these young thieves to sit and offered them a glass of wine.

The evening began with light and pleasant conversation concerning the mild weather, the newest comings and goings of mutual acquaintances and the recent amusements that had been enjoyed in London. Both gentlemen made a great effort to be affable, so that even Kitty and Mary were swept into the conversation, despite their reticence. Jane did her best to be responsive to Mr. Bingley without appearing too eager. She tried to encourage him, but in her own quiet way.

Elizabeth had the most difficult time of all keeping her emotions in check. Her father was making it impossible for Jane to take Darcy aside, monopolizing the gentlemen's attention with constant questions and anecdotes. Why did he have to pick tonight to become suddenly so gregarious! Well, she supposed she should be glad that he was making such an effort to be talkative and agreeable. She knew only too well what the alternative could be!

As they began the soup course, Mr. Bennet studied Mr. Darcy's demeanor. Although his wife's only thoughts were to secure a future for their eldest daughter with Mr. Bingley, he sensed that this evening's entertainments had an equal significance for Elizabeth.

“I understand from my brother Edward Gardiner that Pemberley is a truly grand estate, Mr. Darcy,” said Mr. Bennet, raising his eyebrows and waiting for a response.

Darcy didn't know if Mr. Bennet had just made a statement or was asking a question, but sensed that the manner and content of his reply would be of some importance.

“Pemberley is rather large, Sir, but as it is my home I've never really thought of it as grand. It is wonderfully comfortable and spacious and I've been blessed to have grown up there and inherited it. And yes, I am very proud of it,” he said simply.

“And what are your primary crops, Mr. Darcy, if I may be so inquisitive,” continued Mr. Bennet.

“Certainly, Sir. During the summer my tenants grow a variety of vegetables, of course, along with summer wheat, rye and oats. Two of my tenants grow flowers for the market during the summer and plant winter wheat in the fall. We have pear and apple orchards and an expanse of raspberry bushes that is really something to see. The ladies make jam at the end of the summer and what we don't use ourselves we sell to the sweetshops in London. My tenants tend sheep, of course, and we've recently imported a heartier species with very fine wool that is giving us a very fine yield.” Here he paused and inclined his head as if to ask if he had answered the question to Mr. Bennet's satisfaction, but when he saw the elder gentleman's genuine interest and admiration, he felt a little ashamed at having been so defensive.

“How do you manage to keep up with it all and spend as much time as you do in London and Hertfordshire, Mr. Darcy,” asked Mr. Bennet, with a teasing grin.

“I am also blessed with a very fine steward and an exceptional staff, Sir. They make it possible for me to be away from Pemberley for extended periods of time. But I do spend at least half the year there. I intend to return next week with my sister, Georgiana.”

“I see,” said Mr. Bennet, and now turned his attention to Mr. Bingley who had not taken his eyes off his eldest daughter and therefore had hardly touched his soup.
“And what about you, Mr. Bingley, what keeps you so busy in London these days that you've decided to give up Netherfield? - going to your club and playing cards and billiards, I suppose?”

Bingley didn't know whether Mr. Bennet was teasing him or not. There were certainly many who thought those pursuits perfectly respectable for a gentleman of means. But like Darcy, he sensed that this was some sort of interrogation and summoned up his courage to jump into the fire.

“Actually, I've just started a new business, Mr. Bennet. I'm opening a warehouse of decorative ironworks - gates, railings, balconies - those sorts of things. I will represent several artisans and give them a place to display their work. My warehouse is being renovated and painted as we speak and that is why I must return to London so quickly.” He smiled and waited for the sky to fall.

And fall it did.

“A warehouse!” cried Mrs. Bennet. “ You're opening a warehouse? Why in the world would you do such a thing, Mr. Bingley? A fine gentleman like yourself has no need of that! What will your friends think when they hear you have gone into trade?”

“Mama!” whispered Jane, mortified at her mother's words. Her eyes, now filled with anguish, widened as she glared at her in the hope of discouraging any further comment. But Jane's meaning was obvious to everyone but the lady herself.

“Well why do you look at me like that?” she spat back at her daughter. “Opening a shop will certainly not help his standing in society or win him friends in the right places! Surely you do not approve of this scheme, Mr. Darcy?” It was the first time Mrs. Bennet had addressed Mr. Darcy directly all evening.

“On the contrary, Madam, I think Mr. Bingley's choice suits him very well, and I expect that he will be enormously successful at it. He has such an open, amiable way with people and an excellent business sense, besides. And as for his friends finding fault with going into trade, I for one, admire him for this bold decision. My only regret is that he will have less time for me in the next few months.”

“My family's wealth was made in trade, Mrs. Bennet,” Bingley persisted, “and it is only my father's foresight and my good fortune that has enabled me to live off that wealth. I am not starting this venture because I am in need of money, I assure you. I am simply tired of being idle and wish to contribute to society in my own small way. Indeed, I really see little difference between what I will be doing and what Darcy does at Pemberley. He owns the land and his tenants work it and pay him a percentage. I own the warehouse and my artisans will create their products and pay me my share. And I shall manage my warehouse for the benefit of all concerned, just Darcy manages Pemberley.”

He started to laugh as he turned to his friend. “I don't presume to compare Pemberley to a warehouse, Darcy, but you understand what I'm saying, I am sure. You have a responsibility to your tenants and I will have a responsibility to mine.”

“I should say not!” cried Mrs. Bennet. “Comparing a warehouse to a fine, large estate! What a preposterous notion! And I dare say that going into trade will very materially lessen your chances of marrying into a family of any consideration in the world!” she said disdainfully. Clearly Mrs. Bennet had crossed Mr. Bingley off her list of eligible and worthy suitors for her most beautiful daughter's hand!

While Mr. Bingley sat stunned and mute, Elizabeth's eyes darted in horror from her mother, to Darcy, to Jane - who now seemed to be having trouble breathing. Her color was such that Elizabeth feared she would faint, and she picked up her water glass to urge her to drink. But Jane rose unsteadily, and barely being able to force the words from her throat, mumbled something about having become overheated. She glanced tearfully at Mr. Bingley and ran from the room.

Mr. Bingley recovered instantly, moving anxiously after her. “Is she not well, do you think? Should we not go after her?”

“I'll see to her, Mr. Bingley,” said, Elizabeth, “and please, please excuse us!” Her plea was an obvious an apology for her mother's outrageous behavior and she looked to Darcy to support his friend while she consoled her sister.

But Darcy was momentarily reeling from hearing his own words echoed back to him, from, of all people, Mrs. Bennet! To think that they had this in common made him truly ill!

Having sat idly by while his wife disgraced and humiliated his family, Mr. Bennet finally decided to assert some influence over the situation. “I believe Mrs. Hill is in need of your assistance in the kitchen, Mrs. Bennet,” he said forcefully, throwing his napkin onto the table.

“I don't think I heard …”

”Indeed, Mrs. Bennet, please go to her now! And gentlemen,” he said more softly, “if you would be so good as to join me in my library…”

“I think it would be best if we go, Mr. Bennet,” muttered Bingley. “Miss Bennet isn't well and … Darcy and I have an early morning ahead of us.”

“I daresay none of us have an appetite for dinner any longer, but please do me the honor of giving me a few moments in the library. I won't keep you long; I can well understand your desire to be off.”

Darcy took his friend by the elbow and steered him after Mr. Bennet. He imagined that the elder gentleman wished to soften the effect of his wife's harsh words, if not give an outright apology, and would not deny him the opportunity. It would not do to leave Longbourn with things as they were just now, and he prayed that Mr. Bennet would not disappoint him.

When they were seated, Mr. Bennet offered them a glass of port, which they both refused. He, however, poured himself a full goblet and took a swallow before commencing.

“Mr. Bingley,” he said, looking uncomfortably at the young man before him, “Mrs. Bennet is a very conscientious and caring sort of mother who unfortunately is not blessed with much sense or discretion. She was rather over exuberant in her disapproval of your new venture, but I wish to assure you that not everyone in this house shares her opinion. I am personally intrigued with your choice and will be sure to visit your new establishment the next time I am in London.” Here he put his hand on the young man's shoulder and said softly, “My wife was indeed very rude to you, Sir, and I hope you will accept my apology on her behalf. I am truly sorry that this evening has ended this way.” He extended his hand to Bingley who accepted it and managed a weak smile.

“Mr. Bennet, please relay my regrets to your family and, if you would, tell Miss Bennet that I am very sorry to have been the cause of such distress. I hope I have not made her ill.”

They nodded at one another and Mr. Bennet saw them out.

They ate their breakfast in silence, each man lost in his own thoughts. Bingley had never dreamt that Mrs. Bennet would become an obstacle to his marrying Jane; on the contrary, she had always been most encouraging. Darcy had the nagging feeling that something had been left unsaid, undone and he longed to see Elizabeth. He had not traveled all this way just to have three or four minutes of conversation with her! He stared unhappily out the window at the couch being readied and suddenly saw a familiar face rushing towards the Inn.

Mrs. Hill entered and looked about the dining room. When she spotted them, she hurried over to their table and curtsied respectfully, “Good morning gentlemen! I'm so glad to have caught you in time,” she huffed, a bit out of breath from her exertions. “Mr. Darcy, Miss Elizabeth noticed that you left your gloves at Longbourn last night and asked me to return them to you.” She handed him the unfamiliar gloves and he took them, gratefully nodded to her for her part in the ruse.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hill. “Please thank your mistress for her thoughtfulness. I probably would not have missed them until we were half way to London.”

The lady curtsied and hurried off and Darcy resumed his seat. “Are you ready to go, Charles? I believe the driver has secured the last of our things.”

“Not before you tell me why you've accepted those gloves as your own, Darcy.” Charles Bingley knew perfectly well that the gloves probably contained a message from Elizabeth.

“Let us discuss this further in the privacy of the carriage, Charles - after I discover what they contain,” he said softly, grinning at his friend.

They paid for their meal and walked quickly toward the coach. Once seated, Darcy felt inside the lining of the gloves and pulled out a single, folded sheet of paper. The hand was unfamiliar however, and his eyes immediately traveled down to the signature at the bottom of the page.

Bingley noticed his perplexed look. “Is everything all right? What does Miss Elizabeth say?”

“It is not from Elizabeth,” said Darcy, his eyes moving rapidly from one paragraph to another. “It is from Jane - and you have always been right, Charles …She is an angel!”

“From Jane? Is she all right? What is it, man - don't keep me hanging!”

“Charles, there is something that I have been keeping from you - but only because I was sworn to,” he began.

“I know, I know, you and Elizabeth are engaged …but what has it to do with Jane?” cried Bingley, impatient to know what was happening.

“You know? How do you come to know of it?”

“I'm not blind, man!”

“So you saw the kiss, then?”

“I saw no such thing! But I did have a good look at that besotted face of yours and …”

“And you said nothing?”

“I knew you would tell me in time….perhaps sooner than you seem to be willing to tell me what is in that note!”

“Here, read it yourself,” said Darcy, handing him the letter and leaning back in his seat, so relieved and grateful for its contents.

Bingley looked up and beamed. “She is wonderful, isn't she? Congratulations, man. I am very pleased for you both.” He took Darcy's hand and shook it vigorously, genuinely happy for his friend.

“Won't you return to Longbourn with me for just a few hours, Charles? We can be on the road again by noon. Besides, it will make you feel so much better to see Jane again before you go. I am sure there is much she would like to say to you.”

“No Darcy, I cannot face her - not now.”

“Charles, surely you know that the only reason she ran out was because she was humiliated. I am certain that her feelings are nothing like her mother's! Her father even said so!”

“Mr. Bennet was conveniently vague, Darcy. Believe me, his words are engraved in my memory. But whatever Jane's feelings are on the subject, she would not go against her mother's wishes. She is too good and respectful a daughter to do that…and I will not put her in that position.”

“I thought you truly loved her?” said Darcy incredulously.

“Of course, I do! You know I do!”

“But you would stand by and allow her to be miserable just so that she could continue to be a dutiful daughter?” His eyes flashed angrily. “It makes no sense, Charles.”

“Perhaps,…perhaps you are right, Darcy. I shall have to give it more thought - but not here, and not now. I did not close my eyes at all last night for worry and am not thinking clearly this morning. Besides, this is your long-awaited time to be joyful. I would not wish to mar your happiness with my sullen mood. Go to her, man, and give her my heartiest congratulations! I shall see you back in town.”

Darcy nodded, and pressed his friend's hand in appreciation. “Promise to luncheon with me at the club tomorrow. I shall fill you in then on the news from Longbourn.”

Chapter 13

Posted on Sunday, 17 October 2004

Despite the chill in the air, the four of them walked out. Jane very wisely walked in front of the newly engaged couple, pulling Mary along and urging her to keep her eyes in the direction they were walking.

“But we are in no position to chaperon,” she protested.

“Precisely, Mary. And when you become engaged, we shall do the same for you.”

The blissfully happy couple laughed at the comic display before them.

“Poor Jane,” said Elizabeth, “ I believe she's been charged with an impossible task.”

“Yes, but I believe she is up to it! I must admit, Elizabeth, I never credited Jane with such spirit and nettle. I once even accused her of smiling too much.”

“Smiling too much? Fitzwilliam, whatever did you mean?”

“I thought that she was one of those young ladies whose only desire was to please, and would therefore smile and agree to anything being said. I could not have been more wrong.”

“We all improve on better acquaintance,” said Elizabeth, archly.

“Indeed, my love, you continue to improve in my regard with each passing day. Now how is that possible when you are already the finest woman I have ever known?” he said, bringing her hand to his lips.

“What I would give for a few moments of true privacy,” he whispered into the palm of her hand. And then looking up into her beautiful eyes, he leaned in to kiss her. He approached her tentatively at first, but as he allowed himself to savor the sweetness of her mouth, his kiss became more ardent - full of the all the pent up longing of many months. It seemed as if he were laying claim to her soul, while relinquishing his own in return. She was momentarily startled, but soon found herself responding so eagerly - so fervently, that when they finally parted, she was too embarrassed to look at him.

He laughed at the expression on her face and bent to rest his forehead on hers, whispering, “My sweet, darling Elizabeth, how blessed I am to have won your loving and responsive heart! Have you any idea what it means to a man to know that he can ignite that flame in his beloved? Never, ever be embarrassed by your passionate nature. It will be my greatest joy!”

At these adoring words she clasped her hands about his neck and brought her lips to his once more, delighting in another deliciously gratifying kiss, until prudence, and the need for air, separated them.

Darcy grinned delightedly, softly cleared his throat and took the initiative to link their arms and continue their walk. Jane and Mary were now quite far ahead of them and so they could speak more freely.

“Do you think your mother will ever recover from the harsh way I spoke to her this morning? After all those years of training, where was my restraint when I needed it? I am ashamed to say I lost control of both my senses and my mouth. Thank you for not being angry with me, Elizabeth - I simply could not allow her to continue berating Charles.”

“Of course, you could not! And Jane and I were tickled to hear you correct her. I still cannot believe she had the gall to imply that Bingley was no longer a proper friend for you! Hadn't she heard anything you said last night? Or what my father said to her afterwards? She never ceases to amaze me! But now that she is not only in awe of you, but fearful of losing what little is left of your esteem for her, I believe she will behave a little better - for a short while, at least.”

He pressed her hand and smiled.

“How was Mr. Bingley when you left him?” she now asked with earnest concern.

“Very low, I'm afraid. I don't think he's at all convinced that Jane doesn't share at least some of your mother's feelings, and what is more, he believes that she would never go against your mother's wishes.”

“Well, I think she will be able to relieve his anxiety somewhat with the letter she has written him. I have never seen Jane as distraught and humiliated as she was last night, Fitzwilliam. I could not console her! But when I went in to see her this morning she said she had managed to write a letter apologizing for Mama's behavior and congratulating him on his new venture. She asked that I write to Georgiana and include her letter in mine so that you could take it with you. I know it is not altogether proper, but under the circumstances…”

“Elizabeth, I greatly admire her for writing to Charles! He will be so grateful to hear from her, and when you come to London next week, we shall see to it that they are in each other's company as often as possible.”

“Fitzwilliam, are you sure that five days at Pemberley will be enough to accomplish all you need to do? You've told me yourself how many people need your time and attention there?”

“I will simply do what I can - see to the most urgent things first, and put off the rest until we are home again.” He smiled. “Home again - how wonderful that sounds! Were we but able to marry today and journey home immediately.”

“My mother is still reeling from having only a month to prepare, Fitzwilliam,” laughed Elizabeth, “and even I would appreciate enough time to have a wedding gown made.”

“One always seems to manage to get a task completed in the time allotted,” he said in a teasing tone, “and you yourself have bragged to me about your wonderfully efficient seamstress.”

“Yes, she is wonderful, but this is a rather special gown, don't you think? We mustn't rush her. She deserves a little more than four days time to complete this one!” she laughed.

He bent to kiss her brow. “By all means, give her the luxury of a full week if you must.”

She laughed again and shot him a cheeky grin.

“And what about Georgiana, Fitzwilliam? Won't it be too strenuous for her to travel to and from Pemberley in such a short period of time?”

“When I get back tonight I shall discuss it with her, and if she wishes to stay in London and await your arrival, I shall travel alone. I cannot tell you how excited she will be to accompany you on your shopping expedition for wedding clothes, Elizabeth! She rarely has the opportunity to enjoy such activities in the company of anyone other than her aunt or Mrs. Annesley, and it will mean the world to her. You are very thoughtful to include her.”

“You needn't thank me, Fitzwilliam, I want her company and her opinion - for surely you know how very fond I have become of her.” She squeezed his arm contentedly as they strolled and closed her eyes, tilting her face towards the sun. “How good it feels, Fitzwilliam! The sun is so… Oh, dear! The sun is so high! We must go back! You must be off or you'll be traveling after dark.”

“I can't bear to leave you,” he said, kissing her fingers again.

“Nor do I want you to go - but you must!” She called to Jane to return, then swung them both around and quickened her step.

“I see I have no choice but to follow my captain,” teased Darcy. “It shall take some getting used to … this having someone worrying about me.”

“Surely Georgiana worries about you!” said Elizabeth, not allowing their conversation to shorten her stride.

“Yes of course she does, but it is not the same somehow.”

She turned to smile at him and stopped for another loving kiss, for they were almost at the house and their time together would soon be over.

Mary gaped at the sight, but kept her mouth shut at her sister's warning look.

They all waved good-bye as he rode off, but Jane and Elizabeth lingered outside and gazed at the empty rode for some time after the dust had settled. Jane put her arm about her sister's shoulders and whispered, “He'll be fine, Lizzy. He's been traveling from county to county all his adult life, and his becoming engaged does not make him suddenly more vulnerable, you know. Besides, he promised to send an express as soon as he arrives, so you shall hear from him in the morning.”

`I know. It is just that I can't believe how precious he has become to me. I see him riding off, and feel suddenly lost. Thank goodness we'll be returning to London next week. A week in this house with Mama and without Fitzwilliam will be difficult indeed!”

“I must admit that I'm frightened of being alone with her, Lizzy. I'm afraid of what she'll say to me! How can I bear to listen to her without becoming disrespectful? I know I should let her prattle on and keep my own council, but….”

“No, Jane, I don't agree. You must tell her how you feel about Bingley and how embarrassed you were yesterday. We must all try and make her understand that she humiliates us with her thoughtless remarks!”

We will not change her Lizzy,” sighed Jane, “and forgive me for saying so, but you have never stood up to her all the times she slighted Mr. Darcy. You simply closed your eyes and bore it. It is all very well to expect me to defy our mother when you will not.”

“You are right Jane, but the situation was quite different, I believe. She had every reason to dislike Fitzwilliam and he was as cold to her, as she was to him. But her admiration for Mr. Bingley has always been obvious to everyone, and he has treated her with the utmost kindness and respect.”

“Perhaps the situations cannot be compared, but I do not feel up to dealing with her arguments just now. I still recoil at the thought of Charles's stunned face, and the fact that I said nothing to defend him.”

“Truly, Jane, there would have been nothing you could have said or done at the time. You know that she would not be stopped by you, or Papa or anyone. You musn't be so hard on yourself. I shall try to stick close to you and not give Mama the opportunity to upset you.”

Jane managed to steer clear of her mother for most of the day, but in the late afternoon, when Elizabeth had gone to her room for a warmer shawl, Mrs. Bennet grabbed her eldest daughter's hand and led her into the sitting room, closing the door behind them.

“Jane, my dear, I have been waiting to speak to you all day!” she said excitedly. “I am so happy that things have turned out so well after all! Now that Lizzy has secured Mr. Darcy, it is fortunate that Mr. Bingley has removed himself from our consideration - for surely, we can do so much better!”

“Mama,” cried Jane, trembling at her words, “Please don't…”

“I know your father thought me unduly harsh last evening. But now that you will have the opportunity to meet the finest of gentlemen, you cannot but agree that Mr. Bingley is no longer worthy of your notice. Just think, Jane, Elizabeth will invite you to London for the winter Season and you shall have your pick of all the eligible young men! With your grace and beauty, they will be falling over one another to meet you.”

“But Mama, … that is not what I want. I …”

“Not what you want? Do you not wish to make the most advantageous marriage possible for yourself? I, who had far fewer advantages than you, managed to pull myself up in the world, and you have me to thank for being able to call yourself a gentleman's daughter! I will not have you going backwards in society when I worked so hard to secure your respected place in it! Not with the opportunities that now await you! Oh, Jane, do you not see that who you marry will determine your children's position in life? You have an obligation to leave them a rich and honored legacy.”

“Mr. Bingley will be an excellent father, Mama. He will be kind and attentive and loving …”

“To be sure!” her mother scoffed. “And what shall they inherit from him when he passes - a warehouse? Don't be ridiculous, Jane! Besides, you have your sisters to consider. With both you and Lizzy introducing them to the best sort of people, even Mary should do very well for herself! Lizzy has paved the way for you and you must do the same for your sisters. You have more than yourself to think about!”

“But Mama, I do so want to marry for love …”

“For love? Well then you had better look further, Missy! What do you imagine your dear Mr. Bingley has been doing this past year together? Sitting around pining for you? Not likely! Chances are he's been rejected by some elegant lady of the ton, and now he's come back to see if you'll still have him!”

These cruel words were simply too much to bear, and she ran from the room and out of the house. Elizabeth, who was just coming down the stairs, ran after her.

“Jane, dearest! What has happened? Wait!”

Jane dashed into the potting shed, and leaning against the worktable, covered her face with her hands and wept.

“I have only myself to blame for my misery,” she cried. “If only I had accepted Charles in London we would be engaged by now and Mama could not come between us. She will never let me marry him, Lizzy! Never!”

Elizabeth drew her sister into her arms to soothe her. “But you can be assured that Papa will give you his consent, Jane, and once the engagement is set, she will quickly come round. You know her too well! She would not wish our neighbors to know that you went against her wishes, and will likely take the credit for bringing the match about!

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes, I am sure of it!” said Elizabeth, stroking her sister's hair.

“But there is something more. Mama says that I owe it to Kitty, Mary and Lydia to marry into better society and that I owe it to… my own children - that I have no right to deny them a more privileged legacy…”

“Jane, we once all looked to you to improve our fortunes because we thought you had the best chance of marrying well. But now both you and I will be in a position to help our sisters in society and support our mother. Don't you see that our family will want for nothing? Mama is making you feel responsible for a problem that no longer exits. But as for your own children … that, of course, is for you to decide. In that, I will not advise you.”

“Oh Lizzy! Any child would be blessed to have Charles Bingley for a father - except that he may tend to be a little too indulgent, of course,” she said, suddenly breaking into laughter despite her tears. “And I know that he will see to it that they are well provided for and sent to the best schools and…. loved and cherished, always. No title or great estate can guarantee me that.”

Elizabeth beamed at her sister. “Then what is the question, Mrs. Bingley?”

“Oh, Lizzy, don't tease me. There is no question of my loving Charles, or wishing wanting to marry him, but I have never defied either of our parents before and it pains me to think of it - especially in something as important as marriage. It truly saddens me, Lizzy, to go against Mama in this.”

“I know, Jane. Your goodness and sweetness is more than Mama deserves at the moment. It will not be easy for you, but I promise that you shall survive it. We shall survive it together, you and I, for I shall stick by you in every way possible.”

“Oh. Lizzy, how I do love you!”

They had just dropped Greta Brenner off at her home with the exquisite fabric and lace they had purchased at Mr. Finkelstein's establishment and were on their way back to Cheapside, when Jane caught sight of the large, gold-leaf lettered sign being hoisted up above the awning of the shop window. Her heart leapt as she turned to get a better look. Four burly looking fellows were manning the ropes while Charles directed them, obviously trying to help them get the sign level. He looked intently focused on his task and utterly exuberant!

She turned back and schooled her features. None of the others had seemed to notice! Elizabeth and Aunt Gardiner had their eyes on Georgiana, who was still bubbling over with excitement at all they had accomplished on their first shopping expedition.

“And the number of choices in white voile alone! I could scarcely believe it! How were you able to decide so quickly, Elizabeth?” she asked.

“I must now admit that this fabric caught my eye the first time we visited the shop, and once I stopped to touch it, I knew I had to have it for my wedding gown. But it was Mr. Finklestein's superb taste that matched this particular lace with it. I would never have thought that these subtle shades of white would have such a dramatic effect. He has a wonderful eye, does he not?” she said, holding the two small swatches of fabric up to the sunlight.

“Most certainly, Lizzy!” replied Aunt Gardiner. I believe the gentleman has earned himself a new customer today! For I shall certainly consult him when I next shop for a new garment.”

Jane tried to look as if she were attending to the conversation, but with every turn of the wheel that took them further from Bingley's shop, she became more and more agitated. She knew they were to meet at the Darcy's that evening for dinner, but having now seen him there, she could no longer restrain her heart.

“Stop the coach! Please stop the coach!” she suddenly cried out.

Georgiana immediately tapped for James to bring the carriage to a halt, and asked anxiously, “Is something wrong, Jane? Are you feeling ill?”

Jane was now a deep shade of red. “No, Georgiana, I am well, but …” Here she turned to her aunt with an embarrassed little smile and said, “Aunt Gardiner, I noticed Charles Bingley's new shop on the street we just passed and I thought … that is… I was wondering if we could stop and pay a short visit - to congratulate him and wish him well.”

“Really? Mr. Bingley's new ironworks shop?” said Madeline Gardiner, straining to look back down the street, as she spoke. “I hadn't noticed it, my dear! Naturally we should stop to pay our respects and give him our encouragement. Would you mind if we stopped there for a short while, Miss Darcy?”

“Oh no, not at all, Mrs. Gardiner. I would love to see it myself! Fitzwilliam has told me so much about it. I shall have James bring us around.”

“Look there,” said, Mrs. Gardiner, pointing to a shop with a pretty, red and white striped awning, “I believe that is a Patisserie on the corner. Shall we first stop to buy some lovely pastries to bring as an offering?” She looked to Jane, who gave her aunt a most appreciative smile.

He had removed his waistcoat, and was bent over a crate when they entered. His initial expression was one of disbelief, but then, a glowing smile spread across his face and he mouthed unconsciously, “She's come to me!” Rising quickly, he grabbed for his waistcoat and strode towards them, his arms outstretched.

“Ladies! What an honor to have you come and visit me here! How glad I am to see you - although I know I shall be enjoying your company again this evening. Come in, come in!” He bowed to Mrs. Gardiner and then to the young ladies, giving Jane his most particular attention.

“We were driving by, Mr. Bingley, when my niece noticed your new sign, and we agreed that we had to come and congratulate you on this ambitious undertaking,” said Mrs. Gardiner.

“Well, you've certainly delighted me with that decision,” replied Bingley, now stepping forward to take Elizabeth's hand. “I have not had the opportunity to tell you how very happy I was to hear the news of your engagement to my friend, Miss Bennet. Congratulations! I must say that I am as pleased for myself as I am for him! For now you and your family's continued friendship is assured me.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly and she thanked him.

“I thought I understood from Darcy that you ladies were on the happy hunt for wedding clothes today. I hope you have met with some success.”

“Oh yes!” replied, Georgiana, excitedly. “Miss Bennet knew just what she wanted and chose her fabrics almost immediately.”

“Well, it is always good to know what one wants,” said Bingley, smiling warmly at Jane.

She averted her eyes for a moment, the blush of her cheek rendering her more beautiful than ever, but then turned her gaze to meet his most decidedly and smiled sweetly at him. His heart swelled with joy!

“Please allow me to show you around, ladies,” said Bingley offering one arm to Mrs. Gardiner and the other to Jane, while nodding to the others to join them. The touch of her hand on his arm made him happier than he had been in many, many months.

“Now, as you may already know, I have four gentlemen whose work will be represented here and as you can see, we are just installing some of the sample pieces. We will also be showing the variations on the motifs in smaller sections here. Each artist is creating his own exhibit so as to best show off his work, and I am having a large circular table built for the middle of the floor where I can sit with customers and look over their architectural plans and designs.”

He stopped by a rather oversized easel where one artist's sketches of his designs were displayed, with settings drawn in, to bring the pieces to life.

“We will also have beautiful drawings such as these to help people visualize the effect of each design. What do you think of this one, Miss Bennet,” he asked, pointing to a drawing of a gate with vines, flowers and animals all worked into the intricate design.

“It is absolutely exquisite!” was her reply, “although I imagine the charming cottage and the beautiful gardens that it encloses have something to do with my admiration of it.”

“Yes, it is beautiful,” he murmured. “I do agree with you, Miss Bennet. It is one of my favorites,” he replied, happily.

“And here we have a wall of smaller, decorative elements: sconces, window grates, fireplace hardware, knockers - that sort of thing. I think we've made good progress in the short time we've had to get the shop ready. I am proud to say that although we are not yet officially open, I have already transacted six large orders. People have just come in out of curiosity, and have been favorably impressed.”

“I am very happy for you, Mr. Bingley,” said Jane, rather softly. “I can see that it gives you great satisfaction.”

“Indeed it does, Miss Bennet, and I thank you for saying so,” he said, placing his hand on hers and giving her fingers an affectionate squeeze.

“Well, there you have it! The grand tour! It is only the beginning of course, and I expect that we shall be changing and improving things all the time. But wait! I just remembered! Colonel Fitzwilliam sent me this very fine bottle of Cognac and I'd be honored if you'd allow me to open it and drink a little toast with me. I know it is a bit early in the day, but I believe we have much to celebrate.”

They all turned to Mrs. Gardiner for her approval and when she laughed and nodded her consent, Bingley excused himself to fetch the glasses.

“Shall we drink to new beginnings?” he proposed, first nodding to Elizabeth and then allowing himself to beam unashamedly at Jane.

“To new beginnings!” everyone sang in unison. It had indeed been a successful morning!

The dinner at Darcy's was a lively and joyous affair, with everyone at ease and enjoying the laughter and anecdotes of everyone else. Polite and quiet dinner conversation had been set aside in preference of a more open and spontaneous exchange, which included everyone at the table in everything being said. Well, almost.

The happy mood was also enhanced by the sparkling eyes and attentive looks of all those serving them. Not one could keep a blank, disinterested countenance and ears were perked for every tidbit that could later be reported on and savored below stairs.

Upon his return from a short business engagement a little more than a week ago, the housekeeper had been asked to summon all the staff for the master's inspection. Many had thought that they would now have to suffer the consequences for the liberties taken in the famous “flowered coach,” and even James, at the time, still feared for his position in the household.

As everyone gathered, the master paced about anxiously, his hands behind his back, his expression almost grim.

But when he saw them all standing stiffly and nervously before him, he could not help but allow a wide and mischievous smile to break out upon his face.

“I've gathered you together to share some happy news,” he said and watched as downcast eyes suddenly shot up to meet his. “I have been blessed with the acceptance of my marriage proposal to Miss Elizabeth Bennet and you have been blessed with a new, an exceptionally kind mistress! She hails from Hertfordshire, from where I have just returned, and has been brought up in a somewhat smaller setting there, with fewer servants than this house employs. She shall need your respectful and attentive assistance until she is acclimated to her new home, and above all, I wish it understood that each and every one of you is responsible for her comfort, happiness and protection.”

Here he paused for a moment, his eyes twinkling and a playful grin forming about his lips. “And yes, she did accept me that morning in the coach, but it was not to be spoken of until I had secured her father's blessing. This piece of privileged information, however, is to stay within the confines of this family - of which you are a part. Is that understood?” he asked, moving his intense gaze from one person to the next. They all nodded.

“Good!” he said, looking satisfied. “Miss Bennet shall be in town next week and while I am away at Pemberley I want this house prepared for her arrival. Miss Georgiana will discuss the menus with cook, James will be sent to Hertfordshire to bring Miss Bennet and her sister to town, and the rest of you are encouraged to do your utmost to catch up with any incomplete work. There is but a month before the wedding and there will be a great deal to do in preparation.” He nodded and smiled. “That will be all.”

But no one moved. They simply stood and beamed at him for what seemed like the longest time, until finally, Mrs. H, the housekeeper, stepped forward to say, “We would all like to wish you much joy, Mr. Darcy!” and everyone applauded wildly.

Darcy was embarrassed, but undoubtedly touched. He thanked them with a little smile and nod of his head, and quickly left the room. From that moment on, the entire household bubbled with anticipation!

Now, as they served their most honored guests, their happiness and excitement was difficult to hide. This elegant residence had been quiet and almost lifeless for far too long!

Charles had been amusing everyone with tales of bumbling workmen and the chaos they could create in the blink of an eye, when he suddenly paused, reflected, and then said, “Now there's a splendid thought! I have to travel to Farmingdale* tomorrow to inspect the installation of that lovely gate you so admired, Miss Bennet. It is but an hour and a half's drive from here, and if weather permits, what do you say to all of us making an outing of it? The property there is vacant as the owner has not yet taken possession, and we can include the children and enjoy an afternoon in the country. Well, it is not quite country, perhaps, but it is a lot greener and quieter than London!”

“But we still have so much shopping to do,” said Georgiana, having taken the purchase Elizabeth's wedding clothes as her personal mission.

Her brother pressed her hand. “Georgie, I believe the wedding clothes will keep for another day, and unless the Gardiners or Elizabeth have some objection, I think it a very good idea, indeed. You could do with a ramble down some winding country lane, could you not, Elizabeth,” he said turning to her, the gleam in his eyes hinting at more intimate pleasures.

“Well, I … I always enjoy seeing new places,” was her reply, “and you did say that the property was very lovely, did you not, Mr. Bingley?”

“Yes, exceptionally lovely, to my mind. Nothing will be blooming now of course, but there is a pond that is attached to the property and we can let the children fish and feed the ducks. I'll have my cook pack us a picnic and we can make a relaxing afternoon of it.”

“I fear it is a bit chilly for a picnic Mr. Bingley,” chuckled Mr. Gardiner, “but the drive and a short walk in the fresh air should do us all good.”

“Oh, I was thinking more in terms of an indoor picnic in front of a roaring fire,” said Bingley. Everyone stared.

Jane finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “Mr. Bingley,” she said, in a hushed tone, “I don't think it would be proper for us to enter the gentleman's home uninvited.”

“Oh,” said Bingley, understanding finally dawning on him, “forgive me for not explaining more fully. My client, gave me the keys to the cottage before he .. er . left for the continent, because we needed access to the master bedroom to install a balcony, as well. As it is a fairly large job my workmen are sleeping at a nearby Inn until the installation is completed, but they have been having some of their cold, simple meals in the house. I don't imagine that Mr. Burgess would make a distinction between our enjoying a picnic there and the workmen eating there. The house is virtually empty - not a stick of furniture in sight, so there isn't anything we can spoil or damage. Besides,” he said, now quickly glancing at Darcy with amusement, “I know this fellow rather well and I am sure he would not mind.”

“Well then,” said Mrs. Gardiner, having seen the subtle exchange and having put two and two together, “I think it should work out very nicely.”

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