Another Perspective

By Erin H.

Beginning, Section II

Chapter One

Posted on Friday, 22 October 1999

Netherfield, Hertfordshire

My Dearest Georgiana,

My dream has come true. I am so happy. Miss Elizabeth Bennet has consented to become my wife. Will you like her for your sister? I am sure there is no better woman. I hope that you and Elizabeth can love each other as I love you both. I cannot wait to be at Pemberley again with the two dearest people in my life.

Elizabeth and I are to be wed on the same day as Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth's sister Jane. I am not intending to leave Hertfordshire at present for I would miss Elizabeth too greatly. I therefore entreat you and Mrs. Annesley to stay at Netherfield until the wedding. I wonder how Miss Bingley will react once she hears my news! One will no doubt wish to stay clear from her!

Georgiana, I have never felt so happy as I am now. I do not stop smiling night and day. I hope to see you in Hertfordshire as soon as possible. Say not a word to Mrs. Reynolds, as I wish to inform her myself by means of a letter.

Your Loving (and Blissfully Happy!) Brother,

Fitzwilliam

This letter sent Georgiana Darcy into the happiest of spirits. She beamed at the prospect of having a sister and her brother's happiness. She had never felt so excited before, and was unsuccessfully attempting to quieten and calm herself down.

I must write a reply as soon as possible, she thought-I shall go and ask Mrs. Annesley when she will be able to leave Pemberley. Mrs. Annesley, on hearing the news, declared she would be able to leave directly, or as soon as Georgiana wished to go.

"Miss Bennet. Was she not that beautiful young lady that came here with her aunt and uncle last summer? The master seemed quite taken by her."

"Indeed, she is. I am so happy for William." She paused. "Mrs. Annesley, William said that we cannot tell Mrs. Reynolds just yet. How can I keep such news as this secret?"

"Perhaps you may not have to" Mrs. Annesley replied as Mrs. Reynolds hurriedly bounded into the room.

"O Miss Georgiana! Have you heard your brother's news? How wonderful. Miss Bennet was a charming girl. She will make the master happy. At last Pemberley will have a new mistress. We shall have to open up the master bedroom. O Miss, it shall be so delightful. I will wager the master will now not be as depressed as he was those few months back. 'Tis such a happy thing. Your parents would be so happy my dear Miss Georgiana," cried the ecstatic old housekeeper, while Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley looked at each other in surprise. Never before had Mrs. Reynolds said so much in such a short time.

"'Tis joyous news indeed Mrs. Reynolds. I cannot wait to see my brother. He invites me to Hertfordshire until the wedding. I am so happy for him" Georgiana replied with glee.

"When shall you leave Miss?"

"As soon as everything is arranged. I will be ready to go tomorrow. Have you ever been to Hertfordshire?" Georgiana asked.

"Not since I've been at Pemberley, Miss Georgiana. Miss Bennet lives near Meryton, does she not? It is a pretty place, with many fine walks about. It is, of course, not as beautiful as Derbyshire, but I have lived here all my life and think it the most beautiful place in the world. I trust you shall enjoy your trip, Miss."

"Thank you" Georgiana politely responded.

"I must now go and tell the servants the news about Master Darcy. What a celebration we shall have! I am so glad I have seen and spoken to Miss Bennet before, for I know the master has made a fine choice of a wife." Mrs. Reynolds curtsied to Miss Darcy and left the room. Georgiana was stunned to think that someone could say so much in such a short time without (it seemed) taking breath.

She knew that Miss Bingley could talk a great deal too, but Georgiana tried to keep clear of her as often as possible. Miss Bingley seemed to frighten Georgiana with her voice, and her comments and opinions made Georgiana even more timid than she already was.

Georgiana smiled as she sat in the sitting room Darcy had decorated and fitted up just for her. She read the letter again and grinned when she thought about poor Miss Bingley. Georgiana had always known that Miss Bingley craved to be the mistress of Pemberley and the husband of William. Caroline was already insanely jealous of Elizabeth-what would happen now?

Georgiana hoped Caroline wouldn't affront or offend Elizabeth, but then she remembered how Miss Bingley had treated Elizabeth when she came to Pemberley for dinner. Miss Bennet had been polite, but Georgiana could see there was an underlying tension. All of Georgiana's acquaintances, whether they be family or not, seemed to have a 'thing' with Miss Caroline Bingley. Poor Caroline. What was it that caused these tensions? Would she find someone who could actually bear to marry her? Miss Bingley would end up a reputed fortune hunter (as if she wasn't one already), and would one day be unhappily married to a pompous fool.

Georgiana reflected on this and was even happier for her brother's choice of wife. She knew for a fact Elizabeth Bennet was no fortune hunter. Besides, she remembered what her brother had told her....

Chapter Two

Posted on Saturday, 30 October 1999

"Fitzwilliam! Welcome Back!" Georgiana Darcy called to her brother and ran into his arms. "How was Hertfordshire? Was Mr. Bingley's house nice? How long will you stay here in London?" she eagerly asked.

"Netherfield was nothing to Pemberley, but a fair prospect," he answered. "Netherfield was a country place and the closest town, Meryton, was full of uncivil, unsociable people. I was eager to come back to town, and Bingley had business here, so we all returned."

"Are you sure there was no-one civil, brother? Surely there must have been some that you shall miss?"

"No, there is not one. Well, I suppose... hmm... Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst befriended two sisters. They stayed at Netherfield a few days when one fell sick while she was visiting."

"What were their names?"

"Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet. They are the two eldest of five sisters. The three youngest showed little or no propriety, and their mother was practically encouraging the two youngest to flirt with the officers of a nearby regiment. Miss Bingley and I especially found Mrs. Bennet to be exceedingly ill-bred, and this woman fancied Charles would marry Miss Bennet, and Miss Elizabeth would marry Mr. Collins, a clergyman cousin of hers. The first marriage would (she supposed) fling her other daughters into the paths of other rich men. There was much gossip, and great deals of it were started by Mrs. Bennet."

"William, you have said very little regarding the personalities and breeding of the eldest Miss Bennet's. Were they like the rest of their family?"

"They were both beauties, and although country girls, they were well-bred and had a sense of propriety. Miss Bennet smiled too much and was very sedate, but Miss Elizabeth was very lively and playful."

"I feel compassion for these two sisters. They could not choose their family and are disgraced by them." Georgiana whispered quietly and thoughtfully. "I now remember you mentioning them in a letter you sent to me. Did you like them?"

Darcy changed the subject abruptly and said, "I shall be in London all winter, and at Easter Colonel Fitzwilliam and I will visit (most unwillingly) Aunt Catherine at Rosings. After my return from Rosings, I will be in London with you for a couple of months, and in July we shall set out for Pemberley. I think we should invite the Bingley's and the Hurst's to come to Pemberley with us. What say you?"

"Uh, well... I suppose, ..if you wish to brother" Georgiana timidly offered. She didn't want to say that she could not bear to spend the whole summer in the company of Caroline Bingley, and she cringed at the thought of such an idea. However, after last summer's incident at Ramsgate, Georgiana was too afraid to do anything that might even remotely upset her brother, and so she agreed with whatever he said.

The Bingley's were invited, they accepted, and winter passed coldly by. The only difference from any other winter Georgiana had observed with the Bingley's was that Mr. Bingley seemed 'out of sorts'. He was gloomy, melancholy and scarcely ever smiled.

Chapter Three

Posted on Friday, 12 November 1999

Easter approached and Darcy left for Rosings. Georgiana was glad she didn't have to visit Aunt Catherine also. She was so boring and Lady Catherine got put out much too easily. Georgiana had heard that the man who had Lady Catherine for a patroness had been recently married in Hertfordshire. I wonder if it's to one of the Miss Bennet's - wasn't it Miss Elizabeth that was expected to marry him? While she was in London, Georgiana received a letter from her brother.

Rosings, Kent

My dear sister,

Colonel Fitzwilliam and I have been at Rosings these past two weeks, and Lady Catherine has been her usual self, but Fitzwilliam and I have not been in total want of something to do. We have been spending much time at the Hunsford Parsonage.

Mr. Collins, Lady Catherine's clergyman, thinks so highly of her ladyship and Fordyce's Sermons; talks of them in such droll and monotonous tones that Fitzwilliam and I often wish to snort or fall asleep. You ought to see and hear him expounding on her ladyship's innumerable virtues as he wipes the oozing sweat from his forehead. Aunt Catherine no doubt deserves him.

Mr. Collins has, as you know, been recently married. Miss Charlotte Lucas, as was. Miss Lucas lived not a mile from Meryton, and I saw her often at the assemblies Charles and I attended. She has with her as guests a Miss Maria Lucas and Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

The Colonel and I have found Miss Bennet's playing much more enjoyable than Aunt Catherine's company, and when she and her party come to Rosings, Lady Catherine becomes slightly less demanding while she listens to Mr. Collins' praise. Miss Bennet obviously feels the same way as the Colonel and I feel towards Lady Catherine. She must be endured, though it gives us no pleasure.

Lady Catherine has told Miss Bennet she must practise more, which leads me to ask how your fingers are flying along your piano-forte. Have you learnt any new pieces? I hope you will be confident enough to play for our company when we go to Pemberley. I look forward to seeing you, and hope you and Mrs. Annesley are well.

Your Loving Brother,

Fitzwilliam Darcy

"It sounds as though Colonel Fitzwilliam and my brother are quite fond of Miss Bennet and her playing." Georgiana smiled. "I wonder if Miss Bennet is like anyone I know? I suppose not, for I am not yet out, and have not a great deal of acquaintances."

Five days passed, and Georgiana was glad to hear the servants calling out to one another that the master had returned, even though he was not actually expected till the weekend. She entered his study and was about to say, "Brother, I'm surprised you're home early, but I'm so glad to have you back," but stopped when she saw his face. He looked utterly dreadful. She had never seen him this upset and distraught before, except perhaps when their beloved father had died.

"Fitzwilliam..." she meekly offered, but was interrupted by his hoarse voice.

"Georgiana, I do not mean to distress or offend you, I am just..... Would you be so kind as to leave me?"

Georgiana started, and began to fear she had done something wrong. Her eyes filled with tears and she managed to say, "As you wish my dear brother, but answer me this. Have I done anything to cause you distress?"

"No, dearest. You have done nothing," he replied as his hands covered his face and he groaned. "Please go," he said again, and Georgiana tenderly closed the door and wondered what could have affected such a change?

Fitzwilliam had seemed quite happy when he left for Rosings, perhaps a little distracted, but it was no cause for concern. His letter had portrayed no sadness, it seemed very cheerful. "What has happened since that letter was written?" she asked herself out loud. "I will ask the Colonel. Perhaps he may know."

An express was sent to the Colonel requesting an immediate (if possible) trip to the Darcy Townhouse. Georgiana added to the base

....I believe it is of great importance and I wish it to be attended as soon as is physically possible.

Hardly a half-hour passed before Colonel Fitzwilliam was announced. He hastily asked "What is the matter Georgiana? I have never had such an urgent letter from you. What could not wait?"

"My brother," she quietly responded.

"I see," was all her cousin's reply.

"What is wrong? He has never been this upset before. How long has he been like this? Is their nothing we can do for his present relief?"

"I cannot tell you what is wrong, for indeed I know not what it is. Your brother has been like this since two nights before we left, when he had to leave Lady Catherine and her guests on 'business that could not be delayed'. The next morning he seemed worse. He disappeared and did not return until midday. In the carriage on the way to London he spoke hardly a word, which is most unusual considering we had just left Lady Catherine. All he did ask me was this one question: "Was he arrogant and conceitful; and did he have a selfish disdain for the feelings of others?" I did not really know how to answer him; he seemed so serious and upset at the same time. I know not what has turned him to that topic, although I must confess I may have an idea, but I am not at liberty to profess it."

Georgiana was amazed with what she heard. "My brother thinks he's arrogant and conceitful? No, I cannot believe it. What can we do, dear cousin? Can anything be done?"

"We both know Darcy's disposition. He will not voluntarily confide in us. He has always hidden his feelings behind a barrier. We must first break in to find the truth, and then he may confide with either or both of us. We can only offer support. Your brother must conquer this; he shall."

"Yes, this is the best option. Thank you cousin. You have not told me what it is, and what you have told me confuses me a trifle , but it is for the best. If you wish, I will tell you anything I find out, but I warn you - it will take time. However, I feel that something will happen to make his current pain seem insignificant compared to his future happiness. We must find a way to make him happy. Cousin, thank you again for coming so promptly, to my message. Will you stay for supper?"

The Colonel decided he would, but Darcy stayed in his room in silence and solitude, and would not join them.

Chapter Four ~ An Explanation

Posted on Monday, 15 November 1999

Over the next few weeks, Georgiana noted her brother's despair and behaviour. Something was really affecting him. He spent many hours locked up in his study, he didn't go out unless it was imperative for business. He sighed more often and looked lonely. His expression was almost always dull, gloomy, melancholy and thoughtful. He seemed to have a gravity that made him appear older and worn out. He was restless and didn't sleep often. When he did, he had nightmares and started to yell out in his sleep.

Georgiana was sick with worry. She knew something had to be done, and fast. "Perhaps if I talk to him and tell him it would be better for him to share his problems, he might tell me. I think it would help him." she thought to herself. "Besides, the servants and Mrs. Annesley have also seen that there is something wrong. It's not a conjecture on my part."

She decided that she would ask him tomorrow. If nothing occurred after that she would confront him and try to make him talk. Georgiana doubted this last would work. She would be too frightened to ask him to come in, let alone summon him or anything else. But something has to be done.

When the opportunity presented itself, Georgiana brought the subject up. She had just been playing her pianoforte and Mrs. Annesley had gone into town for the afternoon, so Georgiana invited her brother into a sitting room. He was about to decline, when Georgiana interrupted. "Fitzwilliam, please, I need to talk to you."

"What is wrong? Do you need something?"

"Well, yes, in a way. I need to know what's wrong. What has upset you so greatly? You are not fine, do not attempt to persuade me that you are. Something happened at Rosings, I know it did. You have not been yourself since your return. Please tell me what has affected you. Maybe I can help. Take this burden off your back and tell me what it is. I am sixteen now. I am old enough to help you. We can carry the load together. Please brother, I have been so worried." Georgiana couldn't believe she could say that much in one go. She had to catch her breath back again if she was to continue.

She looked up at her brother. He was looking at her earnestly, and was also a bit surprised at what she had said and it's length. He gave a deep breath.

"Georgiana, it is true. I have not been myself. But I have only recently found out what my true self is like. I do not like what I see. Hush, do not interrupt me. Please, I must continue now that I have started. I will tell you all."

"Do you remember when I returned from Netherfield last autumn, I told you about the Miss Bennets? What I did not tell you was that I found myself attracted to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I had once the pleasure of dancing with her, and we seemed often to have lively discussions. She is very witty and charming, and as for her playing and singing - I have rarely heard anything that gave me such pleasure. Her visit to Hunsford and Rosings I had no previous knowledge of, but I was greatly pleased to see her. Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed quite taken with her, as was I. Our trip improved immeasurably, and we enjoyed this stay much more than any other."

"Fitzwilliam, what you tell me ought not to have made you unhappy; instead it should have made you the opposite."

"I have not yet finished. My feelings for Miss Bennet were such that I proposed marriage to her two nights before I left Rosings. My vanity had told me she would not hesitate to accept, but I was utterly in the wrong."

"Do you mean that she refused you?" Georgiana blurted out. She was totally stunned. William was one of the most eligible bachelors in England. He was so kind, loving and generous. "Did she give you her reasons for her refusal?"

"Yes, I asked her for them, but my manner was so wrong. Miss Bennet is correct. I behaved in an un-gentleman like manner. I insulted her and all of her family and connections. She told me there was no way she could ever marry me. She said that my manners impressed her with the fullest belief of my arrogance, my conceit and my selfish disdain for the feelings of others."

"But brother, you are so kind to myself and others. Surely Miss Bennet is mistaken."

"No Georgiana. I have studied my character and been dismayed by the outcome. Miss Bennet was correct, I find I have been a selfish being my entire life. I especially do not behave as I ought to strangers or people I consider below myself. My behaviour to Miss Bennet was so abominable that I am now able to see why she so hated me. I am now resolved to think no more of her, although I am certain it is impossible, and I am determined to become a better man."

"Oh Fitzwilliam, I am so sorry for you. You must have been so upset. You are so very harsh on yourself, what about Miss Bennet? Was she unpardonable also?"

"I could see that she was angry, but replied with collected behaviour. Her opinions of me were just, although in one case they were ill founded. My behaviour to her at the time has merited the severest reproof, and it was unpardonable. I cannot think of it without abhorrence. My opinion of Miss Bennet, however, is raised where mine has sunk. I now know that only the deepest love will ever induce her into matrimony. Fortune is not considered by her. Georgiana, I tell you this for I have learnt a lesson; hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. Do not grow up like me. Please be a better person."

"I will try, but please brother, do not keep being so harsh upon yourself. Next week we go to Pemberley, and we must not upset our guests. I hope being at Pemberley may heighten your spirits."

"I doubt it. I had expected there to have been an extra person with us. I must forget Miss Bennet. There, I have told you enough. You know why I am so bleak and desolate. Pray, do not tell another soul what has passed between us."

"Yes, William" Georgiana weakly responded. Poor William. He must be in so much pain and sorrow. He must have truly loved Miss Bennet. Why did I not realise he was rejected in love before? I cannot wait to go to Pemberley, even though Miss Bingley will be there. I hope being home will make my brother less sorrowful. I cannot bear to see him so unhappy. What would make him happy? Miss Bennet! But she lives in Hertfordshire. If only she could somehow come to Derbyshire and see Fitzwilliam, as he really is. He would undoubtedly be happier. But that is impossible. It could never happen.

Chapter Five ~ Introductions

Posted on Saturday, 27 November 1999

Darcy left the day before Georgiana, the Bingley's and the Hurst's. He said he had business with his steward and would be done with it by the time the guests and Georgiana arrived.

The carriage trip was very quiet to Miss Darcy. That was what she preferred. She was ever so glad that Miss Bingley didn't come with her and Mrs. Annesley, travelling instead with the Hurst's. The solitude gave her the opportunity to think about her brother. She had to find a way to make Fitzwilliam happy.

"Georgiana, we are arrived. There is your brother." Mrs. Annesley's voice broke into Georgiana's reverie.

"Thank you, Mrs. Annesley" she replied, and looked out the window to see her brother and wave to him. He looked surprisingly cheerful. "What has happened?" Georgiana asked herself.

It did not take her long to find out. Darcy was by her side whispering, "I must tell you something. In private."

She nodded, and calmly said "Mrs. Annesley, my brother and I will walk down to the lake. We will return shortly." Georgiana noticed Darcy's face turned slightly crimson at the mention of the lake, but neither said anything.

As soon as the Bingley's were out of sight, Darcy began to speak. "Dearest, you will never guess what happened yesterday. I came to Pemberley, and felt so hot and dusty that I went for a swim in the pond. I thought only the servants would see me, and so I was not entirely appropriately attired. I walked up to the lake, dripping wet, and when I looked up, my eyes saw Miss Elizabeth Bennet!"

Georgiana's surprise was beyond expression. That explains why he coloured when I mentioned the lake. Miss Bennet saw him wet through! "But Miss Bennet lives in Hertfordshire. What was she in Derbyshire for?"

Darcy continued "It turns out she and her aunt and uncle (two very well-bred and genteel people) are staying at the Inn at Lambton. I quickly changed myself into something less soaked and accompanied Miss Bennet across one of the walks. We were both uncomfortable and blushed a lot, and I told her you and the Bingley's were coming. I told her you wished to become acquainted with her, and she agreed to meet you."

"Of course I should like to see someone who you regard so highly. Did you say anything about me? You know I am shy and I hope you haven't praised me. I might find it hard to live up to her expectations. Will she treat me kindly? I am afraid. But you will be with me won't you? Shall we invite her to dinner? Does Mr. Bingley know her? Will he come too?"

"Georgiana, calm down. It is well. You may invite her to come to Pemberley. When do you wish to see her? I am sure Bingley will accompany us."

"I am sure you wish to see Miss Bennet as soon as possible, am I correct? I am ready to go now. Let us call Mr. Bingley" Georgiana was becoming anxious. The carriage was called, and Bingley and the Darcy's set off.

Georgiana decided she would try and talk and not be so timid, and she told herself she had to let Miss Bennet know that her brother was really kind and loving. He was the best man she knew. She looked up at her brother. He was in a world of his own, but she could see by the wide smile on his face that he was thinking of Miss Bennet.

Hannah, the maid, said that Miss Bennet was out, but due to return shortly. Bingley decided to go and wait downstairs, and Darcy and Georgiana waited in Elizabeth's room. Georgiana was getting very nervous, and her brother tried to calm her. "Just be yourself, Miss Bennet will like you" he said, and not a minute later, Miss Bennet walked in.

Darcy began his civilities. "Miss Bennet, may I introduce my sister Miss Darcy. Georgiana, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet." He then left her to fetch Bingley. Miss Bennet looked about one-and-twenty, and had brown, curly hair. She was about the same height as Georgiana, and she noticed Miss Bennet's eyes looked exceptionally fine.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss Darcy, I've heard so much about you"

"And I about you" Georgiana whispered shyly. Miss Bennet seemed to see that Miss Darcy was shy, and tried to make her feel at ease.

"I understand you are very fond of music, and play very well"

Georgiana blushed. "Not very well, I mean, but I am very fond of music. I should dearly like to hear you play. My brother has told me he has rarely heard anything that gave him such pleasure."

Now it was Elizabeth's turn to blush. "Very well, but I fear your brother has grossly exaggerated my talent."

"O no! That could not be so. My brother never exaggerates. He always tells the absolute truth. Only, I think he is too kind towards myself."

"An ideal older brother then?"

"O yes! I could not imagine a better or a kinder one."

Miss Bennet proceeded to tell her that she was jealous, having four siblings, all of which were sisters. "I should have liked to have a sister." Georgiana longed to say "I should have liked you to be my sister", but Mr. Bingley and Fitzwilliam entered.

Georgiana quietly went to stand next to her brother. She whispered to Darcy that she liked Miss Bennet very well indeed. He smiled, and Georgiana added "Do I invite her now?" She was not yet accustomed to giving invitations, and knew this was an important one.

"Yes. Do not worry. Miss Bennet is not likely to scorn you" he encouraged. He interrupted Bingley's and Elizabeth's conversation by saying "Miss Bennet, my sister has something to say."

Georgiana stepped forward, and began rather awkwardly "Miss Bennet, my brother and I would be... honoured if you and your aunt and uncle would be our guests at Pemberley. Would tomorrow evening be convenient?"

Miss Bennet assured her it was fine, and Georgiana asked "Will you play for us then?"

"If you wish, then yes you shall" smiled Elizabeth. Georgiana looked over at her brother. It was not often that he looked this happy. His whole face radiated happiness.

Chapter Six

Posted on Saturday, 6 December 1999

The next morning, at breakfast, Bingley mentioned how nice it was to see Miss Bennet yesterday. Georgiana noticed Caroline Bingley's face. She first appeared surprised and then anxious as her complexion darkened.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet seems lovely. Did you like her in Hertfordshire, Miss Bingley? I think my brother said you did know her." Georgiana's sweetness was a virtue which she used to great advantage whilst saying this.

"Huh? Oh Miss Bennet. I did not like her one jot, despite her fine eyes. She was most ill bred and her family! They were most shocking, were they not Louisa? She was a reputed beauty back there, but you see, my dear, the Bennet's were beneath our class. One of the Miss Bennets' uncles was an attorney, and another lives in Cheapside!" At this point, Caroline and Mrs. Hurst were laughing heartily and could not be stopped for some time.

Georgiana was shocked, and looked at the gentlemen. Mr. Hurst was, as usual, snoring. Mr. Bingley looked quite ashamed of his sisters and Darcy looked exceedingly angry. I must defend Miss Bennet. Georgiana Darcy - say something!

"I hear that Miss Bennet's uncle from London is very well-bred. I look forward to seeing him and his wife with Miss Bennet this evening, do not you Fitzwilliam? I thought Miss Bennet seemed quite well-bred, but perhaps, Miss Bingley, I am mistaken?"

Georgiana almost giggled when she saw Miss Bingley's face. "This evening?" she spluttered, "What is this evening? Do you mean you saw Miss Bennet and invited her here?" Miss Bingley's colour drained away from her face.

"O yes" said Georgiana, but she could not continue for fear of laughing.

Darcy stood up and said "Miss Bennet and her aunt and uncle have been invited here for dinner this evening. Miss Bingley, if you do not wish to see Miss Bennet , then I advise you to stay in your own room. You are not the mistress here, and so I do not care if you do not approve of our guests."

Miss Bingley's, Mrs. Hurst's and Georgiana's mouths gaped open. Miss Bingley was mortified, Mrs. Hurst scarcely less so, and Georgiana was happily astonished, because normally Darcy ignored Miss Bingley. This time he had really stood up to her.

Georgiana followed her brother out of the room. "Are you serious about Miss Bingley? I'm so glad if you are. She was most particularly rude."

"Miss Bennet and Miss Bingley do not get on well with one another. I hope Miss Bingley will behave herself tonight. I must now go to Mrs. Reynolds and organise this evening. Will you come also?"

"I should love to. I know you want tonight to go well."

Darcy and Georgiana walked hand in hand to find Mrs. Reynolds. She greeted them in the hallway. "Shall we go to the kitchen first?" she asked. "We will ask what would be best for such a...special occasion." Darcy did not notice, but the two women winked at each other.

"We must have some white soup" Georgiana acknowledged. "Mr. Bingley said that it was most delicious at the Netherfield Ball." She looked up at her brother's face, to find him lost in memories. Again, he was smiling.

"Of course, Miss Georgiana," said the cook, "Provided the master agrees."

Georgiana nudged Darcy and he stopped daydreaming. "Yes, yes, white soup." Georgiana grinned at her brother, who returned the expression. The rest of the meal was discussed and planned, and Darcy said that it sounded delightful.

"But brother, you have forgotten the wine! I think we should have something light and sweet. I find most young ladies enjoy wines like this above all else" Georgiana murmured, and tried not to laugh at Darcy's blushing.

"Yes, that will do very well" Darcy nervously announced, and he escorted the ladies to the dining room. "Mrs. Reynolds, I think Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Bingley should be within talking distance of each other, and Georgiana and I will sit next to Miss Bennet. Please ensure Miss Bingley is furthest away from our guests. Thank you."

"Yes sir. Should we see the gardener? He is most likely in the outside courtyard."

The gardener was found, and he asked what was wanted for the table decorations. Before Darcy could respond, Georgiana had started "Pink roses, they are the most romantic, crested irises and angel orchids . We cannot forget the forget-me-nots, and of course we must have some Sweet William, do you not agree William?"

"Uh, yes of course. Georgiana is quite fond of these, and they would make a nice arrangement, although I am not too sure about the Sweet Williams"

"We must have them. I am sure Miss Bennet likes them as much as I do."

"Very well, if you insist. Mrs. Reynolds, is that all?"

"Yes sir, I will attend to everything else myself." Georgiana decided her brother should stop worrying about the evening ahead.

"It is morning" said she "How about you go for a ride to calm yourself down? Miss Bennet is not expected till four. You will be back with plenty of time."

"Thank you Georgiana, that is a fine idea. I shall see you later. Good-day."

Darcy went off in the direction of the stables, and Georgiana followed Mrs. Reynolds. "Mrs. Reynolds, I think that tonight is a very special night for my brother. Has he said anything to you?"

"Indeed he has not, but I hear from other sources that he considers that he needs to gain approval from a particular Miss Bennet for some unknown reason? Let me re-word that, my dear, I see that these words alarm you. Your brother is quite fond of this Miss Bennet and wishes to gain her good opinion."

"Yes, that is so. But how did you know?."

"I saw the master when he just alighted and met the people who were touring the house and grounds. If his facial expressions weren't enough, his haste in being changed, his giving a guided tour and his asking me afterward what they had said did give me my suspicions."

"I see." Georgiana smiled. "I take it my brother was not his usual self?"

"Far from it Miss. You could see his admiration for this Miss Bennet just flowing out."

"Do you know what her feelings are? I am most curious to know."

"She blushed a great deal, and looked quite embarrassed at being found here by the master. Before the master arrived, she admitted she knew him and agreed with me that he was handsome." Mrs. Reynolds sighed. "She said she knew him, and she listened so eagerly to me about him, but seemed surprised at what I said about him."

"What did you say?"

"I said that I never heard a cross word from him in my life; that he was the best master that ever lived; he was sweet-tempered and generous-hearted. I finished by saying that although some people say he's proud, I never saw anything of it."

"She seemed surprised, did she?" asked Georgiana. Wait till I tell William this! Maybe Miss Bennet will see that he is not proud at all. I do hope so.

"Yes Miss Darcy. Miss Bennet seemed so different to all the other young ladies that have been here. She looked earnestly at his portrait. She did not swoon over it. Miss Bennet seemed wise."

"She saw his portrait?" What did she think? Were any tender feelings stirred up?

"Yes. She stood looking at it once earnestly and seriously. Before she left, she returned and smiled at the picture. I showed her outside, and not ten minutes later the master came in, shouting for clothes and saying "She is here? What must she think?" As soon as he was dressed, he went outside again. A half-hour later, he came back in smiling."

"Thank you for telling me this."

Yes Miss. By the way, I think that should he ever choose to marry, Miss Bennet would be the perfect mistress of Pemberley."

"Thank you again and again. I will tell him."

Georgiana did indeed tell her brother what she had learned. He seemed quite gratified. "Georgiana, thank you ever so much for telling me. I hope Miss Bennet's bad opinion of me, once lost, is lost forever. The knowledge you have given me lightens my heart. I believe Miss Bennet would make an excellent mistress for Pemberley, and am glad to hear Mrs. Reynolds is in agreement. But Georgiana, you are too hasty. You know I love Miss Bennet and would marry her tomorrow, but we do not know the lady's feelings. At present, I wish to lessen her ill opinion of me and show her I have changed, and changed for the better. I want her to see that her reproof, so well applied, has been attended to. Once I know she no longer dislikes me, I hope to solicit a friendship, which will, I hope, become a relationship." Darcy was silent for a moment.

"Also, while I am conversing with you, I bring up some things you mentioned earlier today. Please do not say anything this evening regarding white soup or the Netherfield Ball (particularly the ball) and also, do not say anything about pink roses being romantic or being excessively fond of Sweet William. If I hear you say anything like that, I vow you will most sincerely regret that you had. Please do not try to play the matchmaker. I will now go outside and keep watch. I am a bundle of nerves. I must calm myself."

"Good evening brother. Do try to be not nervous, and I shall try my best also." Georgiana felt very confident that tonight would be a night to be remembered.

Chapter Seven

Posted on Friday, 10 December 1999

The Gardiner's and their niece were introduced and welcomed with the utmost sincerity. Georgiana suggested that she and Darcy do a tour of the house, "For Mrs. Reynolds tells me she did not show you the library, the Upper Sitting Room or the China room." Miss Bennet professed a great wish to see the library that she had heard much about, and the Gardiner's were equally eager.

Georgiana led the Gardiner's and walked slowly so that Fitzwilliam and Miss Bennet were alone together. They went into the library, and Georgiana showed the Gardiner's into the Upper Sitting Room.

"My brother recently decorated this room for me. He is so kind to me and I am certain I do not deserve to have such a wonderful brother as William."

"From what we have seen of your brother, he is well-bred and quite amiable."

"Indeed he is." Georgiana felt like continuing, but her brothers words came back "Do not play the matchmaker." Alright, I won't, but I will consider it if you don't hurry up and make Miss Bennet like you!

The next room Georgiana and her guests entered was the Library. "This is one of my brothers favourite places in the house. Many generations of Darcy's have added books to it for it to reach its present size.

"It is enormous. Edward, have you ever seen so many books?" Mrs. Gardiner asked her husband.

"No dear. I suppose there would be a great many books on fishing here. It is a misfortune we will not be here longer, I could have started looking."

"When you come to Pemberley at a later date, I am sure we will find some books for you."

"Your brother would not mind?"

"Of course not. After all, you are relatives of Miss Ben.... uh, no, he will not mind" Georgiana was blushing profusely at her slippage of words. The Gardiner's saw this and took pity on her.

"Shall we go into another room?" Mrs. Gardiner asked kindly.

"Indeed. Follow me." Georgiana led them into the China room. "My mother was fond of collecting plates. This one here is my favourite." Georgiana pointed to a white cameo on a blue Wedgewood plate. "My father gave it to my mother shortly after I was born. It was the last one she received." Georgiana dabbed away some of the tears that were coming to her eyes. " Did you see the Gallery? My parents and Fitzwilliam's portraits are there."

"Yes, we did, but I should like to see it again, if it is agreeable to you." Mrs. Gardiner stated.

"Of course." On the way to the Gallery, Georgiana thought she heard voices coming from the Billiard Room. She discreetly peeked in to find her brother and Miss Bennet engaged in earnest discussion. I'd best leave them be.

The Gallery held many portraits, but Georgiana didn't stop until she came to the one depicting Pemberley's present owner. "This is Fitzwilliam. It is fairly like."

"It is" replied Mr. Gardiner. "When we first saw it. we had never seen the original, but now I can see it is most like Mr. Darcy."

"This is my father's portrait, and this is my mother, Lady Anne Darcy. She died days after my christening."

"She is very handsome, as is your father."

"Miss Darcy" called a small, soft voice. "Mrs. Reynolds says that dinner is prepared."

"Thank you Susan" The young servant scurried away.

"We must go. The Dining Room is not very far from here."

Elizabeth and Darcy were already present when Georgiana returned. She could see by the look on William's face that he was forgiven and happy about it. It looked as though Miss Bingley could also see that Darcy was happy. The expression on her face, which was as sour as a lemon, did not become her citrus coloured self well.

Miss Bingley was seated next to the Hurst's at the foot of the table. She won't be able to interrupt down there! Mr. Bingley sat next to the Gardiner's and opposite Elizabeth. Georgiana was opposite Mrs. Gardiner. She noticed that Mr. Bingley kept asking Miss Bennet about Miss Jane Bennet. She then remembered that Mrs. Bennet had 'fancied that Mr. Bingley would marry Miss Bennet.' Does Mr. Bingley love Miss Bennet? Is that why he has been so miserable lately? Is he lovesick? What about Miss Bennet? Does she love him? It would be good if Mr. Bingley married Miss Bennet. Surely William would see Miss Elizabeth more if that happened.

Miss Bennet complimented the meal and wine. She then said "These flowers are so beautiful. Did you select them Miss Darcy? My favourites are the Sweet William."

Georgiana almost giggled and glanced at her brother. Her expression seemed to say "I didn't start the conversation! Don't blame me!" Darcy tried to smile. His head was a bit overwhelmed.

"Yes, Sweet William is my favourite. I like pink roses also. They smell nicest and are so romantic." Georgiana tried hard not to look at her brother, but the temptation was too great. He was lightly blushing and giving her a very stern look.

Georgiana decided that now would be a good time to disappear. "Ladies, as we are now finished eating, perhaps we might have tea in the parlour? Miss Bennet, when we are finished, would you play the piano-forte in the music room as you promised?"

"Of course, Miss Darcy" Elizabeth said serenely. Fitzwilliam looked like he had forgotten about the rose incident, and was smiling in anticipation of Miss Bennet's playing.

Chapter Seven, Part II

Posted on Monday, 20 December 1999

Georgiana sat next to Miss Bennet and inquired how long she would be at Lambton. "We are not expected back at Longbourn until next week" she replied.

Georgiana shyly ventured to ask if she could come to Pemberley again before she left. "Of course Miss Darcy, I should be delighted."

"Could you come tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes indeed, I should like that very much." Georgiana looked up to see Caroline Bingley grimace.

Not long after, a servant arrived saying that the gentlemen were expecting the ladies in the music room.

Georgiana led Elizabeth to the pianoforte. "Will you play this?" she asked, passing some sheets of music towards Miss Bennet.

"Why yes! I had actually intended to ask if I could play that. It's my favourite."

"It's my brother's favourite, too."

"Is it indeed?"

"Oh yes. Please play it. It will be much appreciated by myself and Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth began playing. As it was a favourite of hers, she knew it and played it quite well. Georgiana looked over at William. He was mouthing the words "Voi che sapete - Cherubino's aria*." How did she know that was my favourite? Darcy looked over at his sister. She was grinning from ear to ear. Georgiana. Of course.

(* From Marriage Of Figaro, Act One)

Darcy had sat in a place away from Miss Bingley which afforded him a view of Miss Bennet to best advantage. He almost wished she would never stop her heavenly performance. "Will you not play again?" Georgiana asked "You played that one so beautifully."

In a much quieter voice, Elizabeth responded "Not very beautifully. Surely you must have seen how I fudged and slurred my way through the difficult parts. It is a beautiful instrument though."

"Yes. my brother gave it to me this week. My brother is so good to me. I do not deserve it."

"I'm sure you do. Your brother thinks you do, and as you know, he is never wrong."

Darcy looked up, and was startled to see both women looking at him kindly and earnestly. They had obviously been talking about him. Elizabeth suddenly stood up and motioned for Georgiana to take the vacated seat at the pianoforte. "Here, your turn" she whispered encouragingly.

"In front of all these people? I will play, but please don't make me sing." Georgiana was surprised she had agreed so willingly. This would be one of the first times she would be playing in front of people who weren't just family.

"Very well" replied Elizabeth as she selected a symphony for Georgiana to play. Miss Bennet then left her to join the rest of the party.

Miss Bingley interrupted Miss Bennet before she could even be seated. "Pray, are not the ________ militia still in Meryton?" she queried.

"No, they have been encamped at Brighton for the summer."

"That must be a great loss for your family"

"We are coping with it as best we can." Elizabeth sounded a bit agitated.

"I expect there is one you shall miss."

"I cannot imagine who you mean." Miss Bennet sounded and looked as though she greatly desired to change the topic.

"I should have thought certain ladies found the society of Mr. Wickham..."

Georgiana stopped playing. Mr Wickham! NO! Her face became overcome with shame and guilt. Her brother looked truly worried and began to stand, but before he could do anything more, Miss Bennet returned to Georgiana at the pianoforte. "Oh dear me, you cannot play without someone to turn the pages. Let me help you."

"Thank you" whispered Georgiana in an almost unintelligible tone. She knows! What must she think of me? She began playing again, and William sat down. He began to look over at Miss Bennet as if to say thank you, but then continued to look at and admire her. She returned his gaze with equal intensity. As she first looked up, Elizabeth gave a small smile which soon encompassed her entire face.

Georgiana looked up at the two, but seeing both entranced by the other, quickly restored her eyes to the sheets of music. She felt like an intruder, and did in no way wish to interrupt Fitzwilliam and Miss Bennet.

Only when Georgiana finished her piece and the Gardiner's stood up did their niece and Mr. Darcy end their introspection of the other.

The Darcy's and Mr. Bingley attended Mr. & Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth to their carriage, and as they set off, Georgiana felt it would be best if William was by himself for a few moments. And so she held out her arm to Charles and he escorted her back into the company of Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst and the snoring Mr. Hurst.

After several minutes Darcy joined them, and Miss Bingley stood up and began to walk toward the fireplace. "How ill Eliza Bennet looked today Mr. Darcy! I never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the winter. She is grown so brown and coarse! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should not have known her again."

Georgiana felt her cheeks flush. Miss Bingley was so rude! Poor Miss Bennet! She felt a little relieved when William replied "She is rather tanned, but she has been travelling in the summer, so it is no great surprise."

Georgiana's relief was short-lived, for Miss Bingley continued criticising - "I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin, her complexion has no brilliancy, and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, I suppose; but as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything of it."

Fitzwilliam was inwardly seething, and Georgiana felt great anger towards Miss Bingley for speaking so cruelly. Mr. Bingley tried to stop his sister, but to no avail.

"I remember when we first knew her in Hertfordshire, how amazed we all were to find that she was a reputed beauty. I remember you, Mr. Darcy, saying 'She a beauty! I should as soon call her mother a wit.' But afterwards she seemed to improve on you; and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time."

Fitzwilliam responded to this last by replying in a barely composed voice "Yes, but that was only when I first knew her; for it is many months since I have considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance." He rose and left the room, with Georgiana immediately following his footsteps.

She was so incensed at Miss Bingley that she seriously considered approaching William and suggesting that she be sent from Pemberley. But no, Mr. Bingley was one of her brother's firmest friends; she did not wish to insult or offend him. Perhaps their stay might be able to be shortened? No. It would not be borne by Caroline, and Georgiana must not forget that she was a Darcy. She must behave at all times, regardless of whether her feelings agreed with it or not.

"William" she called to Darcy before he entered one of his chambers.

"Yes Dearest, Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, I only wanted to say that I enjoyed Miss Bennet's company very much today. I asked her if it could be repeated, and she agreed to come to me tomorrow afternoon. Miss Bennet played the piano-forte exceptionally well, did she not?"

"Yes indeed" Darcy's mind was lost in thoughts of what he had seen while Georgiana played. She could see his present occupation was pleasant to him, and left so that he would not be interrupted by herself.

Georgiana went to bed in a happy state. Her brother was undoubtedly even happier. Georgiana wondered whether Miss Bennet was beginning to fall in love with her dearest William. No one but he deserved someone like Elizabeth. She suited him so well. Georgiana knew William loved her with an absolute passion. Did Miss Bennet return his affection? She was not sure. No? But she had seen 'the look'. Georgiana felt that it was perhaps a situation of a higher esteem than before, but not love yet. Not just yet.

Chapter Eight

Posted on Sunday, 26 December 1999

When Georgiana arose the next morning, and asked where her brother was, she was told he had gone to Lambton 'on business'. Business indeed! Georgiana supposed that William's seeing Miss Bennet (the only possible reason why he had gone without properly informing the party) was perhaps, a genre of business, but she smiled wryly at his choice of words.

She was certain he would not have gone to propose. He would have wanted to, maybe, but was not the type that readily made himself vulnerable. He would more likely wait until he felt he might have a chance; but how would he ever find out?

Not much later, Georgiana saw William and his horse return. As she had run downstairs to greet him, she did not notice how quickly the horse galloped. It was much faster than his usual pace, as if Darcy was wanting to return to his home as soon and as fast as he was physically able.

When Georgiana encountered him, she absolutely started. His accent had none of its usual sedateness (for he was calling the stablehands to retrieve and take his horse) and his face appeared as it had never done before. He seemed to be in a state of shock, but added to this he was pale with fear and yet red with anger. It was an unusual combination of emotions, but Georgiana could see Fitzwilliam was in no humour to speak or listen.

Still, as she helped him to his room, she asked him what was troubling him. "Are you hurt? What has happened? Can you tell me? Does it have something to do with ...Elizabeth?" Her voice quivered with fear.

Darcy gently tried to reply "Georgiana, something most dreadful has happened to Miss Bennet and her family. She and her aunt and uncle are by now preparing to return to Hertfordshire."

"Hertfordshire? But..." Georgiana's face was fixed in astonishment.

"It was most necessary, considering the circumstance." In an even more pained voice, Fitzwilliam said "If it was not for myself and my pride; this might not ever have happened."

"William, you must not blame yourself. I am sure you must be mistaken. Can you not tell me what has happened?"

No. Not at present. Not until this has been sorted out. When it is over - if it becomes over; I may tell you."

"I am content with whatever you believe is best. But brother, do not blame yourself. Go and attempt to rest or do something. I will entertain the guests for as long as need be."

With this, Georgiana left her brother by himself, and spent the day with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. "Were you not supposed to have Miss Eliza Bennet here, my dear Georgiana?" Miss Bingley asked haughtily.

"Indeed she was, but Miss Bennet and her relatives had to leave earlier than they intended, and she was not able to come today."

Miss Bingley was in an exceptionally good mood for the rest of the day, and was continually mentioning Elizabeth and downplaying her charms; whilst attempting to boost her own (unsuccessfully in Georgiana's opinion; for in fact it was lowered.)

That night, while Georgiana played a melody on her pianoforte, she noticed her brother seemed to have become withdrawn and lifeless again. Miss Bingley noticed this also. "Mr. Darcy" said she; "You have not put two words together this whole evening! I believe you must be pining for the society of Miss Bennet and her fine eyes." she screeched.

"What!?" he almost yelled. Then, in a more polite tone he said "Excuse me" and left the room, with all (excepting Mr. Hurst, who was snoring) staring in his direction. If only Miss Bingley could be mute, or learn to behave better! Why does she seem to always mention fine eyes around my brother? It seems to distract him to pieces. I will go to him and see if he wants my company.

"William, are you in there?" Georgiana tapped lightly at the door of Fitzwilliam's bedchamber.

"Yes Dearest, what is it that you want?"

"Nothing, but are you alright? You seemed very distracted this evening. Does it have anything to do with Miss Bennet? If it does I will leave you in peace."

"It does, but Georgiana, before you leave, I must tell you something. Tomorrow morning, I leave for London. I hope to be back at Pemberley within a week. Please tell Bingley that I desire he and his sisters stay here. I must go. I feel it is the only way..." his voice trailed off.

"If you must, do go, but please return as soon as you can. I do not know if I will cope with Miss Bingley by myself! I do have Mrs. Annesley, I suppose. But I will tell Mr. Bingley. Good night William. I will miss you." she kissed him and retired to her own chamber.

Fitzwilliam returned about a se'enight later. Miss Bingley told him that she had missed him so greatly, but in truth, had not said anything about missing him during that whole time. She was always parading around, and Georgiana was certain she heard Miss Bingley telling Mrs. Hurst that when she was mistress of Pemberley, she flattered herself and as she dared say would not be long, the curtains and furniture would all have to be changed, for they were all gaudy and not splendid enough, and to add to that, there was a shocking lack of orange. "You must agree with me Louisa, and as you know, orange is one of my favourite colours. I'll wager Miss Bennet cares not for such fine colours. I would make a much more suitable mistress here, do you not agree? I wonder that Darcy does not ask me yet. I am ready and waiting for his proposals. I am most glad Miss Bennet has gone, Darcy likes her too much, though I cannot imagine why. She is most certainly not a beauty. Louisa, do you believe Darcy will have a wife here by next summer? I do hope so. I am almost sick of waiting. It shall be so nice to be mistress here, instead of Georgiana."

Georgiana didn't tell William about what Miss Bingley had said, nor did she allow Miss Bingley the knowledge that she had been overheard. She did, however, tell William that she did not want Miss Bingley staying at Pemberley much longer. He did not either. Darcy needed to return to London a week later, for a duration of about three days. When he returned, Mrs. Hurst and her husband as well as Miss Bingley were to leave to spend the rest of the season at Scarborough.

The day of the Hurst's departure came, and Georgiana managed to appear upset at their going, but the truth be known - she was rejoicing. Mr. Bingley stayed at Pemberley, and Georgiana had a pleasant but uneventful rest.

A few weeks later, Darcy suggested to Bingley that they soon go to Netherfield. The two would go there on a shooting trip. Georgiana was beginning to feel perceptive towards the looks of others, and she noticed that when the subject was first brought up, Mr. Bingley looked immovable from surprise. He then turned wary, but when he saw Darcy was planning and approving it, his face lit up and was covered in a huge smile. Bingley's spirits were higher than Georgiana had seen since he had last come from Netherfield. What can have affected such a change? Of course! Elizabeth's sister, Miss Bennet. Mr. Bingley must really love her. Why is he not engaged then? I believe he will be before he returns from Netherfield!

Georgiana also noticed that since her brother had returned from London that last time, he seemed to appear rather distracted. Sometimes his mood was happy, other times it would be melancholy. The switch was often quite abrupt. What is making him feel like that? Does it have anything to do with Elizabeth Bennet? But then again, how could it? He has only been like this since his return from London. I must and will ask him!

At that exact moment when Georgiana's thoughts were in motion, her brother happened to pass by. He noticed that she was occupied by her thoughts and looking quite determined.

"Of what are you thinking, dearest?" he asked questioningly.

"Um, pardon? Oh, well, I was thinking of you" Georgiana almost stuttered.

"Me? May I ask how these reflections regard me?"

"I do not know what to say. Please William, will you come and sit with me? I was thinking of your behaviour and decided to ask you about it."

"Indeed! I will come with you directly" Darcy sounded surprised and curious.

The siblings entered Georgiana's Upper Sitting Room. "Georgiana, you have made me most inquisitive! What have I now done?" Darcy exclaimed as he took a seat.

"William, I am determined to find out what has been causing your sudden mood swings. You have been acting most oddly since you came from London last. What has happened? Does it have anything to do with Miss Bennet? I am becoming as inquisitive as yourself, and wish to find out everything. Please tell me the truth." Georgiana urged.

"Georgiana," he started hesitantly "I cannot tell you what has happened just now without relating to you some things from a time ago. I must warn you that in hearing this you will most likely be distressed, but I will stop whenever you request it. It is time enough for you to hear more, but only in the strictest confidence that none shall hear ought of it from you."

"I give you my word" Georgiana answered solemnly.

Fitzwilliam took a deep breath and began. "I was in London those past two times for Miss Bennet's sake. She was not there, but something most grievous had happened to her family, and I alone could help them."

Georgiana was puzzled. He alone could help them? How?

Chapter Nine

Posted on Sunday, 2 January 2000

Darcy continued his story. "Georgiana, dearest, I must again warn you, this story will be distressing to you. One word from you and I will stop." Georgiana nodded.

"Before I left Netherfield last November, a lieutenant was admitted to the Meryton militia. He told many untruthful things about me. He had an appearance of goodness, and all of Meryton, particularly Miss Elizabeth Bennet believed him. His name was George Wickham."

Georgiana gasped. Wickham! Lies about William! Miss Bennet believed it! Oh no! Her brother paused for a moment.

"When I proposed to Miss Bennet, one of the reasons she refused me was because I had inflicted so much pain on him. I felt so grieved for her, knowing that she too had been deceived by Wickham."

"What did you do?" Georgiana asked ever so quietly. She recalled the pain she had felt when she had found Wickham had deceived her last summer at Ramsgate. She had tried so hard over the following year to forget, but memories came flooding back.

"During the night, I was anguished, and wrote Miss Bennet a letter detailing the whole of his connection with my family. I gave the letter to her the next morning. Colonel Fitzwilliam and I left not long after. I thought I would never see her again." He sighed.

"You told her about me, didn't you." Georgiana whispered, more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, I did. I trusted Miss Bennet, and knew she would tell no-one."

"I knew that she must have found out in some way, for she was so kind to me that evening at Pemberley when Miss Bingley mentioned him. I just knew that she knew."

"I did not see Miss Bennet again until that fateful day at Pemberley. I only wish that I had resisted my urge for a dip in the pond. I most certainly was not appropriately attired."

Georgiana almost smiled as she thought of what Miss Bennet must have seen. Her heart was too heavy for any expressions of mirth to be portrayed.

"You saw all that happened up until the morning I went to see Miss Bennet alone. I had thought of proposing again, but I was too afraid of being again refused, so I went just to be in her delightful company. But when I arrived, the scene was hardly delightful. Miss Bennet was alone and was just about to leave the room when I entered. She was pale and anxious and calling out for her uncle. I called for the servant and told her to fetch her master and mistress. Miss Bennet looked so ill and distressed; I offered to fetch her some wine. She said that she was perfectly well, she was only distressed by some dreadful news she had heard from her sister at Longbourn. She burst into tears as she alluded to it. I sat by her and took her arm with both of my hands, until I recollected that there was impropriety in my actions, and so I pulled back one of them. I will not go into details with you, Georgiana, as it may affect you. Miss Bennet's youngest sister, Miss Lydia, who is but your age, had eloped with Mr. Wickham."

Georgiana felt extreme pity for Miss Bennet, and also for her younger sister. She realised that she had in all likelihood been the last young lady Mr. Wickham had fooled, and had her beloved brother not come, she would have been the unlucky woman instead of the youngest Miss Bennet. It suddenly came over her, much more than ever before, of how tragic it would have been for her, and how depressed her brother would have been. Poor Miss Lydia Bennet was not as fortunate as herself. She had ruined her reputation. Georgiana had merely almost done so. She was thankful that she had been saved from a connection imprudent as to fortune; but regretted that her salvation had claimed Lydia Bennet as a substitute.

"Poor Miss Bennet" Georgiana stifled a sob. Her face was exceedingly pale, and she was most thankful that she had been sitting down. "Did he... love her?" she heard herself ask, in one of the shyest tones ever used in her life. Georgiana felt a tear run down her cheek, and dabbed a cloth at her eyes in a bid to suppress those that threatened to follow. Just a twelvemonth ago she had been certain that he had loved her. But she had been mistaken. He had loved her money, and nothing more. Her heart had been broken when she had found out about Wickham's true character. She had loved him, and he had deceived her. Was this the same case with Miss Lydia Bennet? Did she know what Wickham was really like, or had she been gullible like Miss Elizabeth and herself (but particularly herself)?

"It didn't appear as though he did. In fact, it seemed to me that he regretted his choice to persuade her to accompany him. Miss Lydia is nothing in comparison to Elizabeth...Miss Bennet." Fitzwilliam spoke thoughtfully, in an attempt to calm Georgiana, and was reserved, until his last sentence, when he turned dreamy.

"William, I don't understand! What did you mean when you just said 'it seemed to you' and it didn't appear...do you mean you saw him...with Miss Lydia?" Georgiana asked, a little mystified.

"Miss Bennet was so distraught , that I knew something had to be done. It was my fault."

"Your fault! What ever can you mean? How could it be your fault?"

"When I told Miss Bennet about Mr. Wickham, it was in the strictest confidence. She was unable to tell her family of his character. If she had, none of this would have happened. I had thought it beneath myself to lay Wickham's private actions open to the world. It was through my pride, my reserve, that it was not told. It is entirely my fault."

"Brother, you blame yourself for too much. But still, you have not answered my question. Did you see Wickham and Miss Lydia?"

"The day Miss Bennet found out, I resolved to go to London to find them. I left, you know, the next day. I bribed Mrs. Younge to tell me where Wickham was. I went to his address, and within a few days, I had bribed him into marrying Miss Lydia Bennet. Once that was done, I informed Mr. Gardiner (who had come to London to search for them) and preparations were made for the wedding. Colonel Fitzwilliam arranged a commission for Wickham in a regiment in the North, at Newcastle. I returned to Pemberley, and left again, to attend the wedding and finish all monetary matters."

"Oh William! What mortification you must have suffered! But brother, I must confess I have a suspicion. You said you did it because it was your fault, did you not? This is not the absolute truth, I am sure; you cannot attempt to deny that you did, at least in some part, do it for Miss Bennet?"

"I must confess you are right. That the wish of giving happiness to Miss Bennet added force to other inducements which led me on I shall not attempt to deny."

"I am so glad that Miss Bennet would now be happier, and since she knows that you did it for her, I daresay she will like you much more than..."

"Miss Bennet does not know it is I who arranged this. She has been told it is her uncle's doing" Darcy interrupted.

"Her uncle! Whatever for? Why did you not..." Georgiana was extremely surprised and slightly vexed at this turn of events.

"I did this because I didn't want her to know it was me. I do not want her gratitude. I want her love. I want her to love me for who I am, not what I did. I know from past experience that she would not accept an offer if she was not in love. I do not know if she would accept for gratitude. But I do not want her to. I want her to accept for love." Darcy sighed, and was obviously meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman (a perfect description of Miss Elizabeth Bennet) could bestow.

"Given your reasons, it does seem to be a good idea, but I do wish an event occurs that will rob Mr. Gardiner of his borrowed feathers, and give praise where it is due" said she.

"Fitzwilliam, I thank you for telling me this. I know now that I have fully got over Mr. Wickham. I have reacted better to this news than both mine and your expectations. I am full of pity for Miss Lydia, and also for Mr. Wickham, but am glad that the likelihood of my ever seeing him again is virtually nil. Thank you so much, my dear brother, for all you have done. One last thing I will say to you, well actually, I shall ask you is this. William, since you returned from the wedding in London, your mood has varied exceedingly. Why is it that sometimes you are happy and determined, but within minutes, you have become distant, downcast and glum? You are improved when compared to May and June (after you returned from Rosings), but I am still concerned about you." Georgiana pleaded for an answer, but was also simultaneously surprised at the amount of words she had spoken.

"I am glad you feel this way towards Mr. Wickham and Lydia Bennet Wickham. I had hoped your reaction would be similar to this. I will now answer this question as best I can. I love Miss Elizabeth Bennet. You know I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, but I do not know whether she feels the same way or not. I am saddened at the remembrance of Miss Bennet's ill opinion of me in April; but then I reminisce about the evening at Pemberley, and I think - dare I hope? Sometimes my answer differs, and therefore so does my mood."

"Poor William, but cheer up! At the end of this week you and Mr. Bingley are to return to Netherfield. I daresay you will surely see Miss Bennet, and perhaps you could ask..."

"Georgiana, I go to Netherfield to make a confession to Bingley, which is long overdue. Last November, Miss Bingley and I separated him from Miss Jane Bennet. We pointed out the evils of the match, and told him that from our keen observations, Miss Bennet was indifferent. Bingley seemed much in love with her, and since the day when I so misled him, he has not been himself. Surely you must have noticed. But since then I have found that Miss Bennet's feelings, though little displayed, were fervent, and she actually was much in love with Bingley. Since I have found this out, I have been anxious to right my wrong. When I go to Netherfield, I will tell Bingley and make my confession. He will have my blessing and go to Miss Bennet at Longbourn; and I will return to London."

"William! I am grieved, shocked. But is it certain, I mean, absolutely certain that you betrayed your friend so greatly?" Georgiana couldn't contemplate her brother behaving like that. Surely he must be mistaken.

"Yes, and I am most heartily and grievously sorry and ashamed of my past wrongs. I have been endeavouring to become a better man than I was last November; in fact, that I have been my entire life. This is another reason of my melancholy. I do not deserve her. I do not deserve to ever see her again, but cannot live if I do not. When I first met her, I thought Miss Bennet much below, but in truth, I am not even her equal; she is far better than I."

"I see" whispered Georgiana, and she stood up. "I hope, that for both you and Mr. Bingley, your quests to Hertfordshire are successful, and will bring you the love you so desire" and she quitted the room that instant, her mind too full and confused to hear more.

Chapter Ten

Posted on Tuesday, 4 January 2000

A week passed quickly, and Georgiana bid Mr. Bingley and her brother farewell. "Good luck in Hertfordshire! And do not forget to write to me with all your news!" she cried as the carriage drew away.

Before a week and a half had passed, she received two letters; one with two sheets of paper, written quite through, with a close hand. The other was short, and written in the most careless style imaginable. Half the words were left out, and the rest were blotted. Georgiana could see that even the direction was difficult to read, and supposed that the writer must write too quickly to have secured such an illegible print! She decided to read the first letter, as the Darcy seal and her brother's handwriting left no doubt as to the author.

Darcy Townhouse, London

My Dearest Georgiana,

I heard your last request as I was leaving, and so decided to write to you about most of the events in detail, rather than an abridged version. In this way you will hear 'all of our news'.

As you can see from my address, I have left Netherfield, but I told Bingley I would return in ten days time. Why? You may ask. I could not bear to see Miss Bennet and know that she is not mine. In ten days, I may have more hope, although I cannot see how I possibly could. Colonel Fitzwilliam is staying with me for the time being - I can't stand being alone!

Now, to my Hertfordshire news. When Bingley and I arrived, many of our neighbours came to us, but not any of the Bennets. Depending on how you see it, for three days we shunned them, or for three days they shunned us. Finally I suggested to Bingley that we go to Longbourn. His eyes lit up when I mentioned the name.

We rode up and were announced to Mrs. Bennet, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary and Miss Catherine (or Kitty). My motive for coming was to see if Miss Bennet's feelings for Bingley were still strong, but I couldn't help looking occasionally at Elizabeth. Mrs. Bennet, in her high-pitched wail, told us that a great many things had happened since we had left, and proceeded to tell us that her youngest daughter had been married. Both Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth turned down their eyes and were much embarrassed. Bingley didn't know how to look, and I turned to look out the window.

Mrs. Bennet has and displays no sense, and is exceedingly fond of Wickham. Ever since I first came she has disliked me, and so while she was talking about Wickham, that "at least he had some friends, though perhaps not so many as he deserves." I inquired after Mr. & Mrs. Gardiner to Elizabeth, and she seemed most confused in her answer. I daresay I should have been in the same state if in her shoes.

Not long after, she asked Bingley how long he would be staying. After lengthening his stay each time Miss Bennet smiled, he finally settled on staying "for quite some time, a few weeks he believed" (It was most humourous, you ought to have been there). As Mrs. Bennet is such an annoyance, and I felt I could see Miss Bennet pleased to see Bingley, I thought we should be leaving. We were invited to come to dinner on Tuesday.

Tuesday came, and as well as ourselves as guests, there was also Mrs. Long and the Gouldings (Meryton acquaintances whom we do not know a great deal). Bingley was fortunate enough to sit with Miss Bennet, while I sat on one side of Mrs. Bennet. Miss Elizabeth was almost as far from me as the table could divide us. I spoke formally and coldly to Mrs. Bennet, as she did in return, and we spoke little, as neither of us apparently wished it. I complimented her on the partridges, and she seemed greatly pleased. I could not hear a word Miss Elizabeth said; but her countenance, though still pretty, was anxious and affected.

After dinner, the gentlemen retired to Mr. Bennet's library (nothing to Pemberley, but a fine collection of books). It was most relaxing being away from Mrs. Bennet, but I was not in the company of Miss Elizabeth, and so I was pleased to rejoin the ladies. Miss Bennet was making tea, and Miss Elizabeth pouring the coffee (As you know I am normally a tea drinker, but I decided today I would have coffee). I meant to join them, until I heard one of the ladies, Miss Long, I believe, whispering 'The men shan't come and part us, I am determined. We want none of them, do we?' and so I went to another part of the room to talk with others.

Occasionally I looked up at Miss Elizabeth, and found her often glancing my way. Usually whilst she was doing this, Miss Bennet would say 'Lizzy, please pour the coffee; you're doing now.' I drank my coffee faster than I normally do, and went to Miss Elizabeth for a refill. She asked me if you were at Pemberley still. I replied that you would be there until Christmas. 'And all alone? Have all her friends left her?' she asked. I think Miss Bennet quite liked you, Georgiana, and I cannot blame her, for you are so sweet. I told her you were with Mrs. Annesley and the others were gone to Scarborough (I did not mention that it was you that suggested they go there to leave you in peace!) I did not know what to say to her, but stood next to her for as long as I could, but Miss Goulding, or perhaps it was Miss Long again, began to whisper again to Elizabeth, so I felt it prudent to leave.

Then all the tea-things were removed, and I had hoped to return to Miss Elizabeth, but was instead seated by Mrs. Bennet at a game of whist. I was, most unfortunately, at a different table, and as I was frequently looking in her direction, I played most shockingly. I believe Miss Elizabeth also did not play so well as usual for often her mother would screech something like 'Do start concentrating Lizzy! What is the matter with you? Keep your eyes on the table!' I feel most sincere sympathy for all the Bennet girls (particularly Miss Elizabeth) because of the behaviour and appalling manners of Mrs. Bennet.

Bingley's carriage was ordered early and we were gone before supper. I felt it would be the last time I would see Miss Bennet before I went off to London, and was most unhappy to leave so early.

Two mornings after the Longbourn dinner party, I made my confession to Bingley, and gave him my blessing. He was angry for a minute, but then remembered what I had told him about Miss Jane Bennet, and forgave me. I left him almost immediately after that, and I am now expecting a letter from Bingley stating that he is to be wed. I envy Bingley, in a way, for he has gained someone's love before he even offered it, whereas I have not the love of the one that I want. I know not what I shall do when I return to Hertfordshire.

I hope you and Mrs. Annesley are in health. Have you learnt that symphony you were practising when I was at Pemberley? I look forward to seeing you when I return from Hertfordshire.

Your Loving Brother,

Fitzwilliam.

Georgiana silently reflected this letter, and then began to read the second, much shorter one.

Netherfield, Hert(blot)shire

Dear Georgiana,

I thought I would write to (blot) because I am so (blot) that I am (blot)ing to all my acquaintances. When we were at P(blot)ley this past summer, (blot) were introduced to Miss Eliza(blot) Bennet. She has an elder (blot), Jane, and just last week she and I have become (blot)ed. Your brother had just left for (blot)don, but he told me I had his (blot)ing. Jane is all sweetness, and I hope you can come to the (blot) in November and meet her.

Yours (blot) sincerely,

Charles Bingley

Georgiana smiled as she finally deciphered the letter. She would very much like to meet this Miss Bennet, but not with the same amount of anticipation that she had felt before meeting Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Georgiana hoped that after Bingley's marriage, her brother would still be invited to Netherfield, because the marriage of his friend to Miss Bennet's sister must bring her brother and Miss Bennet closer together.

Georgiana re-read the letters, and then set about writing replies. She then remembered that she needed to send a letter to Lady Catherine de Bourgh, accepting her aunt's invitation to visit Rosings Park in January. Anne de Bourgh was pleasant company, for she, like Georgiana, preferred to say little, and they were good friends. Unfortunately, their friendship was another one of the things that Lady Catherine pointed out to Darcy as something that would be to advantage when he married Anne.

Georgiana knew that her brother would never marry Anne, especially as she knew who he did want to marry. What would Lady Catherine say if she knew? Her idea of what was happening was totally different to the truth. She would undoubtedly be seriously displeased, but she was normally in an ill-pleased mood anyway, so it didn't much signify. Georgiana wondered how her cousin put up with a mother like Lady Catherine.

According to Anne's letters, her mother wasn't as desirous of company as she used to have been, for

that pompous, ugly "Ick man" Mr. Collins visits us every day; his wife comes twice a week, and Mama spends all her time listening to Mr. Collins' ridiculous praises, or giving useless advice to poor Mrs. Collins, who is expecting an "olive branch", as Mr. Collins so eloquently calls it. Mrs. Collins seems to be sensible, but I have no idea how she could possibly have been so stupid as to marry him! Charlotte (I call her such for we are good friends, though not so intimate as you & I) had a pretty friend who came in April when your brother and our cousin came; a Miss Bennet. Charlotte says she refused Mr. Collins, her cousin (a very wise move indeed), and so he turned his attentions to herself. Stupid Charlotte to have accepted him! Miss Bennet seems to be the smart one. I cannot wait until you come to us, and you will be able to see the fool and his wife for yourself.

Georgiana decided that she could wait until January, but would come to please her aunt and give some relief to her cousin. Mr. Collins sounded even worse than Fitzwilliam had described him (although she could hardly imagine anything being worse than that). Georgiana addressed her letter to Anne saying that she was able to come for the whole of January. Towards the end of her letter, she mentioned that she had met Miss Bennet, and thought her very sensible and charming. She couldn't resist adding that her brother thought that also. Georgiana knew that Anne did not wish to marry William, so she would not be upsetting her with that last sentence. She finished the letter by writing

Please do not let Aunt Catherine see this letter, for, at a distance, you know, things are often strangely misinterpreted, and scenes might arise as unpleasant to more than myself.

Yours,
Georgiana Darcy.

Chapter Eleven: Anne's share in the story

Posted on Tuesday, 11 January 2000

Not a week after the letter was sent, in fact, just five days later, Georgiana received an express from Anne.

Rosings Park, Kent

Dear Georgiana,

I must write in haste, and also in secrecy, for mama is in the worst temper I have ever seen her in (and we both know how bad she normally is, but this is extreme). She is determined to go to Hertfordshire, and with myself as her only accompaniment - I do wish that Mrs. Jenkinson would come. But enough trivialities; I must give you some news.

This evening was spent (most unfortunately) in the company of Mr. & Mrs. Collins. Charlotte had received a letter from her family, and that creep got one from his cousins (the Bennets). The eldest Miss Bennet is engaged to your brother's friend. I think that will be the second Bennet marriage. The youngest eloped with an officer called Wickley or Wardham or something.

Then, Mr. Collins told mama that "his dear Charlotte had said that Elizabeth would probably be the next one to leave the family. She said that your (mama's) most noble nephew Mr. Darcy (your own brother), had seemed to be attracted to his (Mr. Collins') fair cousin Elizabeth, whom your Ladyship so condescendingly invited to often come to Rosings (a great honour indeed), when she stayed with us last spring. That would be such a fortunate alliance for my fair cousin, I flatter myself that Ladyship and I are of one mind?" Such a pompous fool. You ought to have seen mama's face. She began absolutely raging and shouting "it is not to be borne". The Collins left very soon after.

My dear cousin, it pains me to tell you this, but your letter somehow came to be in my mother's possession, and she read it. Your ending mentioning Miss Bennet left her seething with rage. I believe she had almost reconciled herself to the assumption that this affection was all conjecture and nonsense, but your letter proved her theory utterly wrong. I am so sorry. I do not know how she got the letter, and I am most sincerely sorry at her reaction.

Mama has decided to go to Hertfordshire to see Miss Bennet and make her promise not to marry my cousin and your brother. I liked Miss Bennet. She would make Fitzwilliam a much better wife than I. But how is my mother to be overcome? Mama is calling me, we must leave at once. I shall keep you informed if I am able.

Your most distressed cousin,

Anne de Bourgh.

Georgiana went pale with shock. Oh no! This is dreadful! What can be done? Should I tell William? What shall he say to this? I promised I wouldn't tell a soul and now Aunt Catherine knows! She goes to Hertfordshire - to make Miss Bennet promise not to marry William. What will she think? Oh William! You said Miss Bennet had unfortunate relations, but spare a thought for ourselves! Surely Aunt Catherine is as bad, if not worse!

Georgiana's thoughts were so abrupt and distressed, and she honestly had no idea what to do. All she could think about was her letter, and the possible results. She felt total dismay, and wondered what her brother would or should hear. Would Aunt Catherine go to him? She was going to Hertfordshire, and so was he, not seven days afterward. What if they were to meet at Netherfield or Longbourn? Georgiana shuddered. She decided that she would write no letters, at least, not until she had received another from Anne.

The next letter did not arrive for two days. Georgiana was sick with worry and dread for the duration of them. As soon as the post arrived Georgiana ran into her sitting room and made haste to begin reading.

The de Bourgh Townhouse, London

My dear cousin Georgiana,

I apologise for my delay in sending you the news which I am about to relate. As you see from my address, I have been from Hertfordshire and am now in London, at this place where I have not been since my father's death. Mama has rarely ever taken me out of Kent, but that appears to have changed since 'that report of a most alarming nature' (as she calls it) was first heard.

Our barouche-box left Rosings quite soon after I wrote to you (Monday morning), and because of my health, stopping was frequent and we did not arrive in Meryton until three o'clock. Longbourn was not a mile-and-a-half from Meryton, and while we were travelling between them, mama told me to stay with Mrs. Brown (one of our most trusted servants), and she would attend to Miss Bennet. She expected to be less than a half-hour, and I wondered at the propriety of her arriving and immediately taking Miss Bennet away from her mother and sisters and then leaving before she could even properly take her leave! Mama seems to have never acquired a sense of propriety.

We arrived at Longbourn, and mama went inside. I glanced around at the estate. It is nothing in comparison to Rosings or Pemberley, but did seem to be a nice, pretty sort of place. The house is fairly modern, and there appeared to be many walks. How I should have liked to be able to walk, rather than be one who grows weary after a few steps. I so dislike my sickly constitution.

About five minutes or so after mama had entered, she walked out with Miss Bennet and proceeded to walk along the gravel walk that looked to lead to a hermitage, which looked rather like a copse. They disappeared, and I saw nothing for a few minutes, until I perceived Miss Bennet walking quickly back towards the house. She appeared incensed, and her cheeks were red indeed. I must admit, however, that it did become her, but when you have a face as pretty as Miss Bennet's, all emotions and manner of looks would still become you.

Mama appeared from behind a stone wall and was talking rather loudly, so loudly, in fact, that I could hear her every word distinctly. I do hope Mrs. Bennet and the other Miss Bennet's didn't hear. "Not so hasty if you please;" Mama yelled " I am no stranger to your youngest sister's infamous elopement. I know it all - that the young man's marrying her was a patched up business, at the expense of your father and uncle. And is such a girl to be my nephew's sister? Is her husband, the son of his late father's steward to be his brother? Heaven and earth! Of what are you thinking? Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?" Mama was becoming desperate. I was most ashamed of her despicable behaviour.

Miss Bennet answered by saying "You can now have nothing further to say. You have insulted me in every possible method. I must now beg leave to return to the house." She would have recommenced walking, but mama interrupted her.

"You have no regard then, for the honour and credit of my nephew! Unfeeling, selfish girl! Do you not consider that a connection with you must disgrace him in the eyes of everybody?"

"Lady Catherine, I have nothing further to say. You know my sentiments."

"You are resolved then to have him?"

"I have said no such thing. I am only resolved to act in that manner which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any other person so wholly unconnected with me."

"It is well. You refuse, then, to oblige me. You refuse to obey the claims of duty, honour and gratitude. You are determined to ruin him in the opinion of all his friends, and make him the contempt of the world." I was shocked at mama's language. It was unbearable. I was glad that Miss Bennet was able to hold her own, even against the worst temper of my mother! (What a valuable asset she could make to the family!)

Miss Bennet firmly replied "Neither duty, nor honour, and gratitude has any possible claim on me, in the present instance. No principle of either would be violated by my marriage with Mr. Darcy. And with regard to the resentment of his family or the indignation of the world, if the former were excited by his marrying me, it would not give me a moment's concern. The wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could have no reason to repine."

"And this is your real opinion, this is your final resolve! Very well, I shall know how to act. Do not imagine, Miss Bennet, that your ambition will ever be gratified. I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased."

With this, mama stepped into the barouche-box and ordered the driver to ride on. I dared not say a word, and for a full two hours mama was ranting on about Miss Bennet, and used the most abusive language towards her. I was most shocked. And Georgiana, to think, I am her offspring! I do hope to not turn out like my mother.

Georgiana, let us reflect on something which must be more pleasant, especially to you. Miss Bennet spoke as though she wanted to marry your brother. It does so sound like she loves him! What think you? I am actually surprised. When Miss Bennet was at Hunsford, and your brother at Rosings, it did not seem as though Miss Bennet had any attachment to him; in fact, it appeared that she disliked him! Apparently much has happened since then!

I finish this letter by telling you that mama intends to go to your brother this morning to tell him what has passed, and to extract the promise that he would never marry Miss Bennet, since she had refused to agree to a similar application. O Georgiana, I do so hope that this all turns out well for yourself and Fitzwilliam. It is about time he had a wife, and I dare say you should love to have a sister. Lady Catherine must be defied!

Yours,

Anne de Bourgh

Georgiana's emotions were mixed as she read the letter. For most of the duration of it, she was in dismay, shock and abhorrence of her aunt's dreadful behaviour. Miss Bingley's snide remarks and the impropriety displayed by the infamous Mrs. Bennet were nothing in comparison! Lady Catherine had been the rude person in total want of propriety. She was a disgrace to her family! Abominable behaviour! How could she? And Miss Bennet is so nice - she must have been offended frequently, tirelessly insulted and bitterly spoken to. Georgiana almost wept at the thought of Miss Bennet's ordeal at the will of Lady Catherine. Poor Miss Bennet! What must she be thinking now?

When Georgiana read Miss Bennet's responses, she was at first slightly relieved, but by the end, she had not only learnt to hope, but felt actually almost certain that Miss Bennet's ill opinion of William had vanished, and in turn was replaced with that tender emotion of love. Miss Bennet loves my brother! It is a wish come true, for both he and I. Miss Bennet had said that the wife of William would not repine her marriage, and would be very happy. She also said that no violations would be committed by her marrying him; and if she married him (and her manner of speaking did seem to suggest that it wouldn't be an 'if' if the decision had been left to her), she cared not what his family (in other words, Lady Catherine) thought. She would be so happy that she should not remember their (or her) disapproval! Miss Bennet loves William! Oh, this is wonderful!

The last paragraph lessened Georgiana's joy. What would William say to his aunt's interference? Would he believe her? What would she say to him? How would he react? Would he realise Miss Bennet loved him? Lady Catherine would have seen him yesterday. Where would he be? Georgiana hoped he would be on his way to Hertfordshire. He did say he was intending to return to Mr. Bingley in a few days. I will write him a letter - then I can set my heart at ease.

Pemberley House, Derbyshire

My dearest brother Fitzwilliam,

I hope that by the time you receive this letter of mine you have done what you have needed to do since Aunt Catherine arrived with some unexpected news. Do not worry, for I have worried enough for the both of us since I received two letters from Anne.

Anne has related to me all that she heard, and her account will certainly not be as biased as Aunt Catherine's would have been. From what I have heard, I hope you will be on your knees at Longbourn as soon as is possible. She will not refuse you again. Pray forgive me for not writing a more lengthy letter.

Yours In Earnest, Your Loving Sister,

Georgiana

-Dear Brother, I am regretful if I do not express myself clearly or eloquently. My manner of writing is usually most different. Pardon me, I must speak plainly - For I am so greatly in desire of a sister.

G.D.

Not long after Georgiana had sealed her letter, another one arrived for her. It bore the seal of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Chapter Twelve

Posted on Friday, 4 February 2000

Rosings Park, Kent

My young niece,

I bring you nothing but bad tidings and the worst news, Georgiana. At present I am displeased with your brother, but I am excessively displeased with a particular person who I now loathe to call an acquaintance.

A report of the most alarming nature reached me not ten nights ago. It said that your brother was to be united in marriage to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, a pert, ill-mannered Hertfordshire girl with no rank or connections. I could not let my nephew be further taken in by her arts and allurements, and so left for Miss Bennet's residence to get her to break off the engagement.

I found Miss Bennet most unreasonable, rude and also unwilling to act according to my wishes. Such improper behaviour! It was not to be borne! She is determined to have him, even though he is destined for my own Anne. The upstart pretensions of a young woman without connections or fortune must not be allowed to separate him from my daughter. Imagine if she were to become Mistress of Pemberley; how greatly it's shades would be polluted! Is this to be endured? It must not, it shall not be!

I then went to London to tell your brother about the mistake that he would be making if he married that girl. He was most rude and ordered me (Imagine, me!) to stop calling her 'that girl'. I tried to make him see the point, but he seemed a bit distracted. I assumed that he was thinking of the best way to quell that rumour. I saved him the trouble by telling him that I had written an advertisement to go in The Times which would announce his engagement to Anne. "That will surely stop the rumours" said I "I will place it..." but your brother interrupted me saying "Lady Catherine, I beg you do not place it. Leave the dispatching of this rumour to me. I know best how to handle it. Go back to Rosings, I will send you word of what happens." I had thought an announcement of his engagement to another woman would have been the best method, but he would not give way.

Georgiana, now my point of the letter comes out. I fear for your brother. I believe that girl's allurements have ensnared him. You must write to him bidding him come to Pemberley, where he is not near that girl, for I hear he is due in Hertfordshire again. You must save him, for he will not save himself. Make haste child, be sure you are not too late. He must marry my daughter. Poor Anne has shrunken in more since she had heard the news. I am certain she is heartbroken.

Do it for Lady Anne, Georgiana, for she also wanted an alliance between Anne & Fitzwilliam. You must do it Georgiana, before it is too late. If you do not I will be excessively displeased with you also, and will retract my invitation for you to come to Rosings in January. It is your decision - and the future happiness of your brother depends upon it.

Do not be foolish. Join with me and we shall save your brother,

Lady Catherine de Bourgh

Georgiana gasped with shock as she read the letter. She had read many letters in the recent past, but none had she read with such disdain. Aunt Catherine wants me to 'save' my brother from Miss Bennet? He needs to be saved from any further interference of our aunt! In no way will I help her. She had done too much already. Poor Anne. How dispirited and ill she must feel hearing her mother rave on about Miss Bennet, Fitzwilliam and how he must marry Anne. Anne does not wish to wed William, and no doubt has 'shrunken in' at the thought of something so undesirable to her!

Georgiana believed that if she had been placed in the same predicament her reaction would be the same. Anne and Georgiana were both exceedingly shy and would both want to retract further into their shells if an opportunity presented itself. Georgiana had had that opportunity when she realised how foolish and trusting she had been of Wickham, and imagining how much worse her situation could have become; and now it seemed it was time for Anne to have her share.

Georgiana soon forgot a little of her disdain when she dwelt on the passage that mentioned her brother's reaction to the news. He knew how to handle the rumour, and would send word. Does this mean he will go to Miss Bennet? Would he stop the rumour by making it a rumour no longer, and instead, in all actuality, the truth? For him to send word, he would be nowhere near Lady Catherine. Would he be in Hertfordshire? Lady Catherine had said he seemed distracted. Was he thinking of Miss Bennet? Was he thinking "Perhaps she loves me?"

Georgiana hadn't known her mother, for she died several days after her christening. She did remember, though, her father saying that Lady Catherine wanted Anne and Fitzwilliam to marry, but Lady Anne and he wanted William to marry the person he loved. It was settled in Georgiana's mind. She quickly wrote a note to her aunt, using her soft, delicate cursive, which was an absolute contrast to Lady Catherine's sharp, regal style.

Pemberley House, Derbyshire

My Aunt Catherine,

Your letter reached me this morning, but I fear I cannot do as you request. My brother is down in Hertfordshire with his friend Mr. Bingley, and I see no reasons for why he should return to Pemberley, where he is not needed at present. I am glad Fitzwilliam has found such amiable friends down there, and would not wish to part him from them.

I have met Miss Bennet, and I thought she was lovely. I do not think she could be rude, I am afraid you must be mistaken. I do hope that Anne is feeling recovered now, and do tell her I am looking forward to visiting you both in January, if you so wish it.

Yours,

Georgiana Darcy

Georgiana looked at the last few lines and smiled. She knew Anne well enough to know that she was fine, but well able to affect an illness. Going to Rosings was not something she was looking forward to; she was eagerly anticipating the visit in an attempt to soothe the anger and disapprobation which would undoubtedly be felt once her letter was read by her aunt.

Chapter Thirteen

Posted on Tuesday, 22 February 2000

Georgiana never received a response from her aunt with regards to her last letter, but she cared not. Her thoughts often turned to William. He would be in Hertfordshire now. Has he received my letter? A few days later, she found that he had, for he had sent her a response.

Netherfield, Hertfordshire

My Dearest Georgiana,

I am back in Hertfordshire and have just received your letter. Just how much did Anne hear? She wasn't with Lady Catherine when she came to my townhouse, but perhaps telling Anne was a way to vent her Ladyship's steam?

If you had been here while I read your letter, I would have raised my eyebrows at you. However, I must admit I am in agreement with much of what you wrote. Do not worry, I will be looking for an opportunity to get on my knees at Longbourn almost as soon as I arrive -- and I hope against hope; wish against wish that my proposal is answered with a yes. I cannot live without her.

Bingley and I are to go to Longbourn this morning, and are invited for dinner. As Charles spends the entire day at Longbourn, so shall I. I will write to you again if I have any new news worth hearing.

Your Loving Brother,

Fitzwilliam

Georgiana gave a huge smile of satisfaction when she had ceased her reading. There is a chance! He will ask her again! This is wonderful news! Georgiana's spirit's were heightened, and she only ended her thoughts about William and his letter when Mrs. Annesley interrupted her reverie and asked her to practice her piano-forte.

Another letter from Fitzwilliam arrived for Georgiana three days later. She read it with utter joy. It announced the news she had waited so long to hear.

Netherfield, Hertfordshire

My Dearest Georgiana,

My dream has come true. I am so happy. Miss Elizabeth Bennet has consented to become my wife. Will you like her for your sister? I am sure there is no better woman. I hope that you and Elizabeth can love each other as I love you both. I cannot wait to be at Pemberley again with the two dearest people in my life.

Elizabeth and I are to be wed on the same day as Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth's sister Jane. I am not intending to leave Hertfordshire at present, for I would miss Elizabeth too greatly. I therefore entreat you and Mrs. Annesley to stay at Netherfield until the wedding. I wonder how Miss Bingley will react once she hears my news! One will no doubt wish to stay clear from her!

Georgiana, I have never felt so happy as I am now. I do not stop smiling night and day. I hope to see you in Hertfordshire as soon as possible. Say not a word to Mrs. Reynolds, as I wish to inform her myself by means of a letter.

Your Loving (and Blissfully Happy!) Brother,

Fitzwilliam.

This letter sent Georgiana Darcy into the happiest of spirits. She beamed at the prospect of having a sister and her brother's happiness. She had never felt so excited before, and was unsuccessfully attempting to quiet and calm herself down.

I must write a reply as soon as possible, she thought - I shall go and ask Mrs. Annesley when she will be able to leave Pemberley. Mrs. Annesley, on hearing the news, declared she would be able to leave directly, or as soon as Georgiana wished to go.

"Miss Bennet. Was she not that beautiful young lady that came here with her aunt and uncle last summer? The master seemed quite taken by her."

"Indeed, she is. I am so happy for William." She paused. "Mrs. Annesley, William said that we cannot tell Mrs. Reynolds just yet. How can I keep such news as this secret?"

"Perhaps you may not have to," Mrs. Annesley replied as Mrs. Reynolds hurriedly bounded into the room.

"O Miss Georgiana! Have you heard your brother's news? How wonderful. Miss Bennet was a charming girl. She will make the master happy. At last Pemberley will have a new mistress. We shall have to open up the master bedroom. O Miss, it shall be so delightful. I will wager the master will now not be as depressed as he was those few months back. 'Tis such a happy thing. Your parents would be so happy my dear Miss Georgiana" cried the ecstatic old housekeeper, while Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley looked at each other in surprise. Never before had Mrs. Reynolds said so much in such a short time.

"'Tis joyous news indeed Mrs. Reynolds. I cannot wait to see my brother. He invites me to Hertfordshire until the wedding. I am so happy for him," Georgiana replied with glee.

"When shall you leave Miss?"

"As soon as everything is arranged. I will be ready to go tomorrow. Have you ever been to Hertfordshire?" Georgiana asked.

"Not since I've been at Pemberley, Miss Georgiana. Miss Bennet lives near Meryton, does she not? It is a pretty place, with many fine walks about. It is, of course, not as beautiful as Derbyshire, but I have lived here all my life and think it the most beautiful place in the world. I trust you shall enjoy your trip, Miss."

"Thank you" Georgiana politely responded.

"I must now go and tell the servants the news about Master Darcy. What a celebration we shall have! I am so glad I have seen and spoken to Miss Bennet before, for I know the master has made a fine choice of a wife." Mrs. Reynolds curtsied to Miss Darcy and left the room. Georgiana was stunned to think that someone could say so much in such a short time without (it seemed) taking breath.

Georgiana smiled as she sat in the sitting room Darcy had decorated it and fitted it up just for her. She read the letter again and grinned when she thought about poor Miss Bingley. Georgiana had always known that Miss Bingley craved to be the mistress of Pemberley and the husband of William. Caroline was already insanely jealous of Elizabeth -- what would happen now?

Georgiana hoped Caroline wouldn't affront or offend Elizabeth, but then she remembered how Miss Bingley had treated Elizabeth when she came to Pemberley for dinner. Miss Bennet had been polite, but Georgiana could see there was an underlying tension. All of Georgiana's acquaintances, whether they be family or not, seemed to have a 'thing' with Miss Caroline Bingley. Poor Caroline. What was it that caused these tensions? Would she find someone who could actually bear to marry her? Miss Bingley would end up a reputed fortune hunter (as if she wasn't one already), and would one day be unhappily married to a pompous fool.

Georgiana reflected on this and was even happier for her brother's choice of wife. She knew for a fact Elizabeth Bennet was no fortune hunter. Besides, she remembered what her brother had told her....

Chapter Fourteen

Posted on Saturday, 26 February 2000

After going through the whole history of her knowledge regarding her brother and Miss Bennet's acquaintance together, Georgiana was more than absolutely certain Miss Bennet was no money-hunter. Miss Bennet was a woman that would only marry for love.

Georgiana skipped around Pemberley; and was singing, laughing and playing her piano-forte with such an energetic and exuberant force that even Mrs. Annesley was exceedingly surprised. "To be sure, I've never seen her so happy, and she is not one ounce shy! If only she had more brothers to get engaged! 'Tis quite a pleasant change. I do hope it is permanent" she said to herself.

Georgiana's happiness was beyond belief. She could not wait to go to Netherfield, where she could see Miss Bennet and her brother - together. At last.

The carriage left Pemberley the next day. Georgiana chattered away for most of the journey. Although she had been accustomed to Georgiana's reserve and preference of solitude and little or no talking, especially while traveling, Mrs. Annesley found herself easily adapting to her charge's newly discovered happiness with chatting. After all, Georgiana did not go on and on like Miss Bates (an acquaintance of Mrs. Annesley's from Highbury, where she had lived before becoming Georgiana's governess and companion); and she did not screech or purr or sound anything like that horrid Miss Bingley.

They arrived in almost record time (or perhaps the effervescent talking had made it seem so, but Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley never could decide), and Georgiana slipped out of the carriage and ran into the arms of her waiting brother.

"William!" she cried "I am so happy for you and Miss Bennet."

"Good afternoon, sir. I can assure you your sister is in earnest, for I have heard of nothing but her happiness for you and her sister-to-be since we left Pemberley," Mrs. Annesley smiled. "I must also offer my utmost congratulations to you. From what Georgiana and I have seen, we are certain you will both be exceedingly happy."

Darcy gave her a look of gratitude and grinned "Welcome to Netherfield. We must get you unpacked, and quickly, for we are expected at Longbourn this evening for dinner. Mr. Bennet says that he ought to contemplate rooms for Charles and I at the estate, because we spend more time there than we do at Netherfield!"

Georgiana nodded. "Will I be able to meet the other Miss Bennets?"

"You will be able to see three of Elizabeth's sisters; those that live at Longbourn. Lydia is in Newcastle" her brother answered.

"I am looking forward to it. But first, William, would I be able to speak to you before we leave? Do you think we could meet and walk in the gardens?"

"Yes, that sounds fine dear, but we also must give you a tour of Netherfield. Do come in," he said, taking Georgiana's arm and leading her indoors.

Georgiana had to agree that Netherfield was a fine house for Mr. Bingley, and would be for his future wife, but she thought the library was a bit small. When Darcy led her into the Billiard Room, he told her, "Once when Elizabeth was staying here, she came into this room, and found me by myself, enjoying a solitary game. She looked ever so pretty that night, but then again she always does - she even especially did when she was covered in those six inches of mud. As she left the room I shot a ball in the pocket, and it seemed like a sign almost; for whenever Miss Bingley ever entered, my next shot always missed. Oh, Georgiana, Miss Bingley is due to come to visit Charles in a week or thereabouts, and she knows not about my engagement. How shall we break it to her?" he asked, and gave her a wink, which she returned with a wry smile.

"I dare say we shall find some way."

"Indeed" said he, and she started giggling.

"Poor Miss Bingley. Do you know, William, that I almost pity her?"

"As do I," he responded with his deep, throaty laugh.

"O William! I have not heard you laugh like that in an age! 'Tis wonderful to have you back," Georgiana laughed with delight, then turned slightly and addressed him with a tone of intense curiosity. "William, just then you mentioned Miss Bennet being covered in mud. Whatever could you mean?"

"When Miss Bennet (soon to be Mrs. Bingley) fell ill, she had come to be with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst for lunch, as the men were out. When we returned, we were told Miss Bennet was here, and ill. We sent for the doctor, and Miss Bennet sent a letter to her family, saying that she was unable to leave Netherfield. That letter was sent the next morning. Not long after that, I was walking the grounds, and I turned around to see Elizabeth walking towards me. "I have come to see my sister, Mr. Darcy," she told me "On foot?" said I with a large amount of unbelief. "As you see," she retorted, "Would you be so kind as to take me to her?" I did. But Georgiana, I have told you only part of the story. The day before, you see, it had rained heavily, and everything was muddy. It is three miles at least to Longbourn, and Elizabeth had walked the whole way (she is such an excellent walker), and when she arrived, her clothes and petticoat were scarce fit to be seen - she was covered in at least six inches of mud, according to Mrs. Hurst. I had only noticed the brilliancy that exercise had given to her complexion - she was truly most beautiful."

"How I should have loved to see Miss Bingley's and Mrs. Hurst's faces when Miss Bennet was announced! I suppose they held her in contempt on account of the condition of her stockings!"

"I am sure they did, but I do not remember my ever noticing their reactions. My mind was more agreeably engaged."

"When will the wedding be, I mean, what day is it?"

"Elizabeth will be at Pemberley before Christmas, for we have invited her aunt and uncle and their children to stay over the holiday period. Is that agreeable to you?"

"Yes, of course! I could not wish for anything more delightful. The Gardiner's were very nice to me. But Fitzwilliam, the date? It is early October now, and you must be married for Christmas. November is such a lovely month. Autumn coming to an end - Will you be married then?"

"We have yet to decide, but at any rate, none of us can wait, especially Elizabeth and I. We spend our entire days together..."

"You have not spent all of today; I fear my coming has prevented it. I will hurry out to the gardens to ask you the 'something' before we leave for Longbourn in half-an-hour."

"Very well, we shall go out now," he commented as they walked down the steps leading to the avenue. Georgiana walked at her usual pace, and then she slowed. Before long, she stopped and looked into her brother's eyes. "How did it happen? Where was it? What did you say? How did you feel?" she queried. "Beg my pardon, I did not mean to ask you such direct questions as these but..."

"Hush Georgie. It is fine. I will answer these questions, but I apologise now beforehand if I speak on about my dearest. loveliest Elizabeth for too long. I will tell you what happened, and incorporate as many of your questions as possible into it."

Chapter Fifteen

Posted on Saturday, 1 April 2000

Thankyou Kara!!!!! ~ Erin

"The day that I sent you your letter, Bingley and I went to Longbourn. I had only arrived the night before. Bingley wanted to be alone with Miss Bennet, and he proposed our walking out. There was Charles, Miss Bennet, Elizabeth, myself and Elizabeth's second youngest sister, Kitty, who is just older than you. I think you may like her, she is uncommonly improved from what she was at my first arrival in Hertfordshire. Bingley and Miss Bennet lagged behind us not long after we had left, and Kitty called on Miss Maria Lucas (She is dippy-headed like her father, but is good natured and sweet). There was only Elizabeth and myself left.

I was about to say something to Miss Bennet, I cannot remember what, but she spoke before I had the chance. It turns out that Lydia Bennet Wickham had let a few words slip about my involvement at her wedding, and Elizabeth applied to Mrs. Gardiner for some knowledge. She thanked me on behalf of her family and herself. I told her I didn't need her family's thanks, for I had done it all for her. At this point I stopped walking and told her that my affections and wishes were unchanged, and I would undoubtedly be the happiest and most blessed man alive if she would relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife. I told her I wanted her, I needed her, I loved her. As I looked into here eyes I felt utterly powerless and totally weak. If she had refused me once again, I would have felt no will to keep on living." Fitzwilliam's voice was distant, but then his face brightened up as he relived some more memories.

"And then she answered. You cannot even begin to comprehend how blissful I was when Elizabeth told me that her feelings were in fact quite the opposite of what they had been last April. The sun shone down brightly, the cornfields were golden, the trees on either side of the walk glistened, and I was walking hand in hand with my beloved, who had just agreed to spend the rest of her life with me! As we walked, we knew not where, and I recalled my reading a particular sonnet of Shakespeare's, in the time following my return from Rosings, and at that time, I wished that it would not just be a dream, but come true. And it has! I shall recite it for you, dearest Georgiana. I believe that sonnet is now one of my favourites.

Those lips that loves own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue ever sweet,
Was used in gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.' *
* Sonnet CXLV (145)

Can you not see why I like it? Now, I shall continue my narrative. Elizabeth and I knew not where we walked, for there was much to be dwelt on. We talked of many a thing, and the day seemed to pass so quickly. We found, upon examining our watches, that we ought to return to Longbourn as the inhabitants there would no doubt wonder where we had got to.

That night was one of the most glorious of my life. Elizabeth sat opposite me, and we looked at each other for most of the night; and I must confess that I found it exceedingly difficult not telling a soul. I felt like shouting for joy, but my sense of propriety forbid me. I was most grateful that my disposition was not one where happiness flows into mirth. When Bingley and I departed that evening, I told him, and Elizabeth told Jane.

The next day Mrs. Bennet told Elizabeth to 'keep me occupied today', and on our walk to Oakham Mount, we decided that that evening, I would ask for Mr. Bennet's consent, and she her mothers. Elizabeth did warn me that her father should be quite surprised at my application, for to his knowledge she still disliked me.

Mr. Bennet was indeed much surprised when I entered his library and applied for permission to marry Elizabeth. I believe he was caught fully unawares. I had to repeat almost everything just for it to sink in. He answered that he would not refuse, but needed to 'speak to Lizzy about it first'. Elizabeth was gone for a long period of time, and when she returned, it appeared as though she had been crying, but as she entered, her spirits eased up and she was cheerful. That evening, she told her mother, and she has been 'my dear Mr. Darcy-ing' me since then!

The day after that, I sent my letter to you, and here you have come. This evening Elizabeth will introduce you to her family. I believe it is time for us to collect Bingley and get to Longbourn. Will Mrs. Annesley be joining you?" Darcy asked

"No, she will stay at Netherfield - If that is agreeable to you, of course" Georgiana meekly responded.

"It is well. But dearest, you need not ask for my approval with all of your decisions. You are growing into a young woman who will make her own decisions. You do not need to fearfully ask your brother if it is all right. I will agree with whatever you feel is best. Now, let us go. Our carriage awaits!"

Chapter Sixteen

Posted on Friday, 7 April 2000

Georgiana anticipated her seeing Miss Bennet again with delight, but was very frightened at the prospect of meeting the rest of the Bennets. Miss Jane Bennet sounded very nice, but Mrs. Bennet sounded completely the opposite. Miss Kitty was 'improved', but she had apparently chased officers like you could scarce believe. Miss Mary and Mr. Bennet she had heard very little about, but that did not lessen her dread.

Mr. Bingley and Fitzwilliam tried to ease her thoughts, but to no avail. As they approached the house, she felt like crouching up into a tiny ball and hiding away. So much for this burst of self-confidence I've been feeling lately! Georgiana was petrified and near tears "What if they do not like me?" she asked her brother.

"Hush dearest, do not go on so. Elizabeth loves you and I dare say the others will as soon as they lay eyes on you. Do not fret. It is only a family dinner; you will be fine. If it gets to be too much for you we shall leave." Darcy tried to comfort his sister.

"Miss Darcy, you need not worry. My dear Jane is quiet and docile also, and she and Elizabeth will treat you as a beloved sister. Do not fear." Even Mr. Bingley's voice was filled with concern.

"I shall try," Georgiana whispered and she looked out the window at Longbourn. It was a sweet, modern house, the gardens were quaint, and Miss Bennet and the other girls stood outside.

"Miss Darcy," called Miss Bennet's lively and cheerful voice. "It is so nice to see you here! And you Mr. Bingley, and also you, sir," she said to her fiancé.

"Elizabeth, please do not call me sir," William begged, and Miss Bennet rolled her eyes and gave a slight laugh.

"As you wish, my dear Mr. Darcy. Now, is that better?" she asked.

"Indeed it is, my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth," he grinned "Georgiana, do come out. Miss Bennet is waiting to see you."

"I ...I am coming," came a shy, tiny, trembling voice.

"Georgiana is excessively frightened and shy today. We must not try to scare her in the least," Darcy whispered in Elizabeth's ear.

Georgiana's face came into view and she stepped out of the cottage. "Miss Darcy, I am so pleased to meet you again. I have missed you."

"Please, if you would Miss Bennet, call me Georgiana," Georgiana shyly responded.

"Of course, but you must call me Lizzy or Elizabeth instead of Miss Bennet, for we are to be sisters. May I introduce you to my sisters?" Georgiana nodded. "This is my sister Jane, and this is Kitty," Elizabeth's gaze and arms indicated a very beautiful, taller, plumper blonde sister to the left, and a shorter, younger looking girl with auburn hair to the right.

"It is a pleasure to finally see you, Miss Darcy. Charles and your brother have told us so much about you" Jane's voice sounded very calm, reassuring and welcoming.

"I thank you, but I hope my brother has not overly praised me. I fear I will not be able to live up to your expectations. I am happy to meet you both, please call me Georgiana." I can't believe I spoke that much to a stranger! Very good Georgiana, just keep talking and don't retract into your shell.

"Nonsense, Georgiana. Your brother has given you as much praise as you deserve." Elizabeth took Georgiana's and her fiancé's arms and led them inside.

"I hope so Lizzy. I do not wish to disappoint anyone."

"Your brother also tells us you are fond of pheasant. You will appeal no end to my mother. I am fond of it also, and we will be having it tonight."

"Are you really? That should be lovely. Before we eat, could you show me around the house?" Georgiana was becoming less scared.

"Certainly. Kitty, will you go and tell Mama our guests are here?"

Georgiana noticed that Jane and Mr. Bingley had disappeared. As there was only Elizabeth and William in the room, Georgiana went up to Elizabeth and said "I am so glad you will be becoming a Darcy, Lizzy. I could not ask for a nicer sister, and I know you have made William so happy," her eyes filled with tears and she hugged Elizabeth.

"Thank you," whispered Elizabeth, who was deeply moved.

Chapter Seventeen

Posted on Saturday, 22 April 2000

Once she had told Elizabeth that, Georgiana was no longer frightened. She was actually smiling and mentioning Lady Catherine de Bourgh when Kitty returned. "I'll wager she had no idea that she was helping you! Poor Anne. She wrote to me and told me everything, and then Aunt Catherine wrote me a letter saying that I must tell William to return to Derbyshire immediately. Of course, I didn't. I feel so sorry for Anne, left alone or in the company of Aunt Catherine and that Ick man. I do hope I will not see him often when I go to Rosings in January."

"January? I did not know.." questioned Elizabeth, and Darcy gave her a look that silenced her and told her an explanation would be soon at hand.

"Lady Catherine wrote to me saying that she was so excessively displeased with the both of us that she was retracting her invitation for you in January , and Colonel Fitzwilliam's and mine for April.

"I am thankful! I did not wish to go there to see Aunt Catherine, but poor Anne! She was looking forward to the visit." Georgiana sighed with relief, but her heart bled for Anne.

Suddenly her eyes were attracted to a piece of embroidery laying on a table. Bluebells and little white daisies encircled a small child adorned with a daisy chain around it's head. The child was collecting bluebells in a field. "Who did that?" she asked, her eyes awide with wonder.

Kitty stepped forward. "It's mine. Why do you ask?"

"I have not seen a work of embroidery like that - with a person. All of mine are just flowers. It is very pretty." Georgiana was full of admiration.

"I am not as skilled as Lizzy or Jane, for when they took the time to practice, I was always going off to Meryton with Lydia. I now find it so peaceful and relaxing. I do not know why I always went out flirting with Lydia at the officers, I now regret it. I see it as being quite childish. I am now becoming involved in less scandalous pursuits. Lizzy is teaching me the piano-forte until she gets married."

"Do you like to play?" Georgiana asked

"O yes! I do so wish I had started years ago. It is so fulfilling mastering pieces. Do you play Miss Darcy? I think Lizzy said you did" Kitty's eyes shone with excitement as she talked of her new-found interests.

"O yes! I love music, and I do play and sing, but I prefer to listen to others. Lizzy played for us at Pemberley."

"When did she go to... oh I see. Did you meet her when she went to Derbyshire? Lizzy must have fallen in love with Mr. Darcy when she was there - because she didn't like him at the Netherfield Ball. Did you know your brother so singled her out by only dancing once, and with her that night?"

"No, but I had guessed that that would have happened." Georgiana smiled at Kitty "Is there anyone else our age that lives near Meryton? I have heard of a Miss Lucas, but none else."

"There is Mrs. Long's four nieces, but they are so vulgar, and Miss Goulding is gone to London for the rest of the season. I like Maria (that's Miss Lucas) but she can sometimes be very shy. Shall we walk to Lucas Lodge tomorrow for you to meet her? I think she has seen your cousin Miss de Bourgh at Rosings."

"Oh yes. I think I recall Anne and Fitzwilliam both mentioning her. I should like to walk. I do not walk often, but I will go if you take me."

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Darcy."

"If you will, please call me Georgiana? I should dearly like for us to be friends, and we are to be sisters you must not forget."

"As you wish Georgiana. We will call each other by our Christian names. Are you settling down? Lizzy said you were shy, but would be fine once you were comfortable with us."

"Yes, Indeed, I am perfectly fine now. Should we go to dinner now? It seems as though Lizzy and my brother have left us. I wonder where they have got to?"

"Out to the copse, no doubt, unless Jane and Mr. Bingley have beat them to it" Georgiana and Kitty began giggling, and only stopped when Hill came in to tell them dinner was served, and inquired if they knew the whereabouts of 'Miss Lizzy and the tall, fine gentleman.'

Chapter Eighteen : Entertainment??

Posted on Monday, 24 April 2000

Miss Lizzy and the tall, fine gentleman who was more commonly known as Mr. Darcy were eventually found, and they joined Georgiana, Mr. Bingley and the Bennet's at the table. Georgiana had just been introduced to Mr. & Mrs. Bennet and Miss Mary, and she was keenly observing all who sat around her.

Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam only had eyes for each other, and Jane and Mr. Bingley were likewise. Georgiana therefore felt it should be rude to interrupt them. Miss Mary, who was rather plain, kept referring to Fordyce's Sermons whilst talking of such very moral things, and Georgiana thought that Miss Mary would have been a perfect mate for that reputedly odious Mr. Collins. Kitty usually talked to her mother, for no-one else would. Mrs. Bennet would have once been pretty, but now she possessed a high-pitched, screeching voice, and when she was not ranting on about something silly, she would complain about 'her poor nerves'. Georgiana felt exceedingly sorry for all of the Bennet sisters, having a mother like Mrs. Bennet - she was just as bad as Aunt Catherine! Mr. Bennet seemed inclined to frequently exposing his sardonic sense of humour, and he paid no attention to his wife apart from occasionally asking her if her nerves were improved.

The men retired to the library, even though Mr. Bennet was the only one that actually wished to leave, but they did return in record-breaking time. While they were out, the ladies went out into the front sitting room, and Mrs. Bennet instantly began talking excitedly about the weddings with Jane and Elizabeth; Mary produced a well-worn book and was immediately in a world of her own; and Georgiana seized the opportunity to speak with Kitty. Kitty apparently had had the same objective, only slightly reversed.

"Shall we sit down over there, near the sofa, and talk of something other than Jane's and Lizzy's loves and the approaching weddings?" Kitty rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I should like that very much indeed. It does appear that some subjects may have been conversed about a trifle too frequently for some people to sustain a continued real interest in them, although I am so happy for my brother and Miss Ben.... Lizzy. Pardon me, I am still new to the change of name for your sister"

"You need not my pardon; it is perfectly understandable. Now, we must decide on a different topic. Does music or 'my favourite thing' sound palatable?"

"Of course! My favourite thing would undoubtedly be music. I love to hear, play and read music. It is so soothing and placid. It does not comment on your performance; it brings peace and tranquillity. Many a time it has calmed me when I have been upset." Georgiana spoke enthusiastically.

"Indeed, I am in agreement, except that I often will have to wait my turn, for Mary spends hours playing pedantically, and then Lizzy plays. I normally only 'tinker' for small amounts of time, although I cannot deny that I should dearly like to spend more time in front of a pianoforte." Kitty's tone was duller than Georgiana's.

"Do you think, that is, would you like, I mean, uh, perhaps I shall start anew. Mr. Bingley has a delightful pianoforte, I have not yet used it, but I am sure that whenever you are at Netherfield you would be most welcome to come and use it. I am the only other person who would play at it; perhaps I could teach you a duet?"

Georgiana saw Kitty's eyes light up. "Do you think he should mind? It is a splendid idea! I should like that so dearly. Could you really teach me a duet?" Kitty's voice was now as enthusiastic as Georgiana's had been.

"Most certainly. What do you play most?"

"I am not a great proficient, as you will no doubt see. Lizzy has taught me some melodies, and some simple pieces. At present I am learning the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven, but it shall take me a great time to master it. Do you like Beethoven? I do, but I also like Haydn, Von Weber and Mozart. Are you fond of the theatre?"

"I do not venture out a great deal when I am in London. I have been to the theatre occasionally though. I have seen The Merchant of Venice and Hamlet. But my most memorable moments of Hamlet are sad. I thought the scene of Ophelia's madness so melancholy."

"Hamlet is indeed a tragic play. There is so much death - through drowning, poisoning and swordplay. It is as pity-full as Romeo & Juliet. I like Romeo & Juliet though, there are such pretty verses. I particularly like 'That which we call a rose, By any other word would sound as sweet'."

" I must confess that my favourite lines would be 'Goodnight, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.' Dear me! Shakespeare has written such memorable plays and sonnets. I'll wager many years (hundreds perhaps) will pass, and Shakespeare will still be known."

"I cannot disagree with you Georgiana, indeed I cannot."

"Girls, Girls! Kitty! Mary! Make haste and prepare yourselves. The gentlemen will be coming very soon, I dare say" came the unpleasant voice of Mrs. Bennet who had surprisingly ceased talking to Jane and Elizabeth for a time.

Her prediction came true, to the great delight of everyone (excepting Mary, who cared not for them, but the resulting cessation of her soliloquising was distressing to her) in the room. Jane and Elizabeth were directly by their fiancé's sides, and Kitty and Georgiana rose. As Jane & Mr. Bingley, and Elizabeth & Mr. Darcy sat on the sofas, Kitty and Georgiana took each others arms and took a turn about the room (which they found so refreshing) for they did not have to see the love-struck faces of the couples and hear their whisperings.

"Do let us have a little music" cried Mrs. Bennet, tired of the quiet conversations in which she had no share. Mr. Bennet made no comment, Jane and Mr. Bingley absent-mindedly nodded their heads (slowly, as if in time with music) and Lizzy and Fitzwilliam continued talking to one another. Georgiana was about to suggest Kitty played something, but before she could do so, Miss Mary stood up and practically ran to the pianoforte, almost knocking down a vase in her haste.

Georgiana noticed that now Lizzy and her beau were silent, Elizabeth looked uh, well, almost... mortified and her face's content expression fell. Her sister's actions were likewise, and Mr. Bingley appeared as though he knew not how to react. Georgiana was even more alarmed when she saw her brother : did he actually just.... groan? Georgiana looked around the room. Mr. Bennet seemed to be about to cringe, and Kitty was no longer smiling. Georgiana was puzzled. What can have affected them so?

Miss Mary cleared her throat, and Georgiana was ready to begin settling down. She would now hear a lovely sonata, or aria, perhaps a sweet concerto? Kitty had by now seated herself down, and Georgiana joined her. Mary announced that she would be playing a piece that was lively and gay. It was Scottish, and Georgiana knew the song. She recalled that it had several high parts - and was only suitable for the highest soprano. Georgiana herself could sing this, but not in front of an audience. Ah, this is a pleasant tune, at least Miss Mary has acquired some taste, albeit not so fine as Elizabeth's.

The instrument began, but still everyone in the room, save Georgiana and Mrs. Bennet, was pale and looked almost ashamed. Of what? Mary opened her mouth and began to sing.

Georgiana had been expecting to hear a soft, pleasant voice, but that was most definitely what she heard not. Miss Mary Bennet's singing was vulgar. It was shocking. It ought not to have been displayed in front of anyone! She sounded more like a bullfrog than a soprano - her voice was not even high enough to be distinguished as an alto!

Jane and Elizabeth hid their faces with their hands, and their lovers were trying to calm them. Mr. Bennet had disappeared, most probably he had retreated to the library where he could be rid of that wretched noise! Kitty looked down at her hands, which she had placed in her lap, and sighed, determined to not look up until Mary was finished. Mrs. Bennet was smiling and called out to any who would listen "O our Mary is such a proficient. Such nimble fingers! How lovely! Is she not wonderful. Do play again, child! Please do!" Lizzy and William groaned in unison, but Georgiana still could not keep herself from smiling a little, in the midst of this calamity. She had a plan.

As soon as the final lines had been played, and for courtesy's sake everyone had clapped, Georgiana got to her feet and went directly to the sofa where Lizzy and William were. "Miss Bennet, uh, Elizabeth, pardon me, but um, my brother and I have not heard you play since you were at Pemberley last July. Will you not uh, play again for us?"

Georgiana looked desperately at Lizzy. She seemed to get the message and would replace Mary at the pianoforte. Such an alleviation! I do hope no-one saw my sigh of relief! I should give up half my dowry never to hear Miss Mary play again! Elizabeth stood up, and placed herself at the instrument. "Georgiana, would you be so kind as to turn the pages for me? You did it so becomingly at Pemberley."

"It would be my pleasure" Georgiana nervously answered.

Lizzy selected a piece from her selection, and Georgiana peered over curiously. "O Lizzy! How did you know? This is William's second favourite piece! He adores the Appassionata Sonata" Georgiana gasped almost incredulously.

"It would appear that our taste in music is exceptionally excellent, and exceedingly similar. The Appassionata Sonata by Beethoven is a classic that I am also quite fond of." As Elizabeth said this, her eyes were fixed on Fitzwilliam. He smiled, looked a touch embarrassed and looked straight back at his beloved, and a repeat of Pemberley's 'look' ensued. Not again! Well at least Miss Bingley had said nothing to trigger that response this time! Georgiana looked away. William is absolutely bewitched by Lizzy!

Georgiana and Kitty discreetly coughed, and Lizzy's eyes soon returned to looking down at the music in front of her. In comparison to Mary, Elizabeth sounded like an angel. William looked absolutely blissful, and Georgiana smiled profusely. Miss Mary perceived that the guests much preferred Lizzy's playing to her own; and was so mortified that she quitted the room.

Chapter Nineteen

Posted on Friday, 5 May 2000

Elizabeth soon finished, but she could not be prevailed on to play a second. She was about to return to her William, but her mother glanced up at the clock and exclaimed at the lateness of the hour. Once she had announced this out loud, in her screeching, wailing voice, the Darcy's and Mr. Bingley felt obliged to begin preparing to leave. The adieus were then bid, and Mr. Bingley's carriage set off in the direction of Netherfield.

"Well, what did you think of the Bennets? Were they as intimidating as you had imagined them to be?" Darcy asked his sister.

"No, indeed, I felt quite welcome, and they seem no harm. Mr. Bennet is probably pleasant company, and Mrs. Bennet.... well, I suppose she is fine if you stop listening to her after several moments."

"That is very true" chuckled Mr. Bingley "And now, what say you about my darling Jane?"

"Jane is very pretty, and so sweet, mild and serene. She has the countenance of an angel, and Elizabeth sounds like one. I shall like them as sisters very well indeed. And Kitty, too. I like Kitty greatly. I told her I would teach her a duet. She is just learning to play. But Miss Mary! Uh, perhaps it would be best to just say that we shall leave the playing to Elizabeth, Kitty and myself."

"That is definitely an excellent idea" laughed William.

"Will we be going to Longbourn again tomorrow?"

"Naturally. You will not mind if Charles and I stay... well, all day there, as we have been doing every day since our engagements?"

"All day! I am certain you do not spend the entire day at Longbourn. I do know that Lizzy is very fond of walking, and I dare say you have become most proficient at it lately." Georgiana gave the gentlemen, but more particularly her brother, an inquiring glance. Their blushes and the goofy expressions they gave each other that appeared to ask 'How did she guess?' proved that she was correct.

"You need not answer, for I know already. Oh, William, have you sent word of your happy situation to Colonel Fitzwilliam yet?"

"Dear me! No, I have not. I had quite forgot."

"Hmph" snorted Mr. Bingley. "Probably has told no-one save yourself, Georgiana. I did it much differently. Everyone I ever was acquainted with knew about my happiness almost immediately."

"Bingley, " began Darcy gravely "I have been, um, more happily engaged in 'other business' ", and he blushed, smiled and laughed.

"Other business! Indeed! Pray tell, what business might that have been?" asked Mr. Bingley rather impertinently.

"Charles" warned Darcy, but before he could continue any further, all in the carriage were laughing.

"Fitzwilliam," said Georgiana when they had settled down, "As you have not yet written to Colonel Fitzwilliam with your news, shall I write to him instead? I know how much you would rather be with Lizzy than being occupied by writing a correspondence. I have other things to tell him, and I could save you time."

"Well, you are correct in your assumption that I should prefer to be with Elizabeth, and you have my permission to write to the Colonel informing him of my approaching nuptials. I shall write to our dear aunt and uncle, the Earl of Matlock and his wife, and tell them myself."

"Ah, Netherfield at last! It's peaceful now, so take advantage of it - Caroline is due in the next se'nnight." announced Bingley, and presently the carriage shuddered to a halt.

"Good night, William. Good evening, Mr. Bingley" Georgiana called as she walked to her chamber. Their responses echoed through the hallway as she drifted past the Billiard room, which was where they had been headed. Georgiana passed Mr. Bingley's study. Tomorrow I shall write this letter.

Chapter Nineteen (ii)

Posted on Tuesday, 9 May 2000

Georgiana opened her eyelids. It was daylight, and soon she would be back at Longbourn. After breakfasting and a short practice at the pianoforte, Georgiana sat herself down and began to write.

Netherfield, Hertfordshire

My dear cousin,

Pray forgive me for not writing to you for such an age. Indeed, I have not seen you since last May, when I asked for your assistance with Fitzwilliam. I did find out what had been troubling him so, but pledged my word that I should not tell a soul. I am sure William would now not mind if I told only you.

Before my brother went to Rosings in April, he had been in Hertfordshire and met a Miss Elizabeth Bennet. His feelings for her were so strong that he proposed marriage a few nights before you and he left Rosings Park.

Miss Bennet refused him, because of his arrogance and conceit (which I have never seen, but apparently she had). Also, my brother had had a hand in detaching Miss Bennet's sister from his friend Mr. Bingley, of whose address I am currently staying at. Miss Bennet somehow found out. Another reason that Miss Bennet refused him was because she had heard some things about him from Mr. Wickham. They were indeed false, but Miss Bennet knew this not.

The next day, William gave Miss Bennet a letter that referred to Miss Bennet's sister and Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Wickham's untruths. He told her everything, including my deception of him at Ramsgate, which I have now fully got over and recovered from. Not long after, you returned to London, and poor William's grief began to sink in and became overwhelming. I confronted him not long after you left, and he poured out his heart to me.

I thought that it might be a good idea to return to Pemberley sooner than we had planned. Fitzwilliam left the day before myself and our guests - the Bingley's (Can you remember Caroline? Indeed, who could forget her?)

Fitzwilliam had not been very cheerful over the past few months, and I was most surprised, therefore, to behold him looking so well as he was when I arrived. The source of happiness I soon found out. When William arrived, the first thing he encountered was Miss Elizabeth Bennet!

William took me to meet her at Lambton. She was staying at the Inn with her aunt and uncle, and I invited them all to Pemberley for dinner. Miss Bennet consented, and they came the next day. Miss Bennet did not appear to dislike my brother any longer, in fact, it seemed to be almost quite the opposite.

If you can remember that horrid Miss Bingley (which I am sure you must), then surely you can remember her manners and tone (indeed, who could forget that screech?). As usual, Miss Bingley was so rude that evening, but in particular to Miss Bennet. In an attempt to discompose Miss Bennet, she mentioned Mr. Wickham, but the only person she had success in distressing was I. Miss Bennet came to my rescue, but no long after she had to leave.

The next day William came to me and said that Miss Bennet had had to leave Derbyshire. Mr. Wickham had eloped with one of her sisters. My brother soon tracked them down and bribed Mr. Wickham to marry Miss Lydia Bennet.

Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley returned to Hertfordshire, for the shooting season. William told Mr. Bingley about what he had done regarding Miss Jane Bennet, and he returned to London. Miss Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley were engaged within half a week.

I wanted William to return to Miss Bennet in Hertfordshire, but did not know how to tell him. I must thank our 'dear' Aunt Catherine, for it was she who persuaded his journey back. Aunt Catherine had heard that there existed an engagement between William and Miss Elizabeth. There was, of course, no engagement, but Aunt Catherine knew not, and journeyed to Longbourn (the Bennet's estate) to make Miss Bennet break the supposed engagement. When Aunt Catherine discovered that there was no understanding between them, she tried to make Miss Bennet promise never to marry her nephew, but I say tried, for she refused!

As soon as my brother had heard that Miss Bennet had refused to say she would not marry him (and he heard promptly, for Lady Catherine went to him immediately to unsuccessfully make him promise never to marry Miss Bennet), he set off for Longbourn.

I am now pleased to tell you that I am at Netherfield to again meet my future sister, Miss Elizabeth Bennet. William is just so ecstatically happy. You are invited to the wedding which will be in mid-November, on the same date as Miss Jane Bennet and Mr. Bingley. Miss Bingley does not know yet about William's happy news, but we can hardly wait to see the look on her face when she does. I wonder if she will produce an orange handkerchief to dry her tears on?

I wrote to you instead of Fitzwilliam, because he is spending every available moment with Lizzy. Wish him joy, we are all so happy, and if you would like to, do not forget to tell Aunt Catherine that we are ever so grateful to her at present, even though she is on the point of shunning us. I should imagine that she will not attend the wedding, but we expect you there.

Your Loving Cousin,

Georgiana Darcy.

Chapter Twenty

Posted on Tuesday, 23 May 2000

Georgiana, her brother and Mr. Bingley had just arrived at Longbourn. Jane and Mr. Bingley were already in the process of disappearing, and Elizabeth and William looked as if they wanted to, but Mrs. Bennet had engaged them in conversation with her, and they felt it improper to leave her talking to herself about the wedding. Georgiana could hear a piano-forte playing (but she could not hear Mary singing) and so quickly walked in the direction of the sound. It was Kitty.

"Good morning Georgiana. Mary is soliloquising over the greatness and intellect of Fordyce's Sermons, and I thought it a good opportunity to occupy the piano-forte while I had the chance." Kitty smiled as Georgiana looked at her apologetically.

"What are you playing?" she inquired .

"A song of my own concoction. I like them, for they cannot be played wrongly. Shall we compose something together?"

"I should like to try, but I have not ever done anything like it."

"Come, do not be shy. It is indeed quite fun. Here, sit by me and press your fingers against the ivory keys."

"Very well. Is this what you mean?" asked Georgiana as she played Middle C and then every second key down the scale.

"Yes. Be creative, and I will join you."

Georgiana was at first confused, but soon she and Kitty were laughing their way through a piece that sounded little better than Mary's playing the night before. This song, however, was much more enjoyable to themselves. They only ceased their compositions when Mary came down and rather impolitely requested to use the piano-forte.

At the thought of what was to come, Georgiana and Kitty quickly excused themselves and went to call on Miss Maria Lucas.

"I've become good friends with Maria, especially since my sister Lydia went away after her marriage." Kitty told Georgiana. "Maria is perfectly good-natured and genteel, but she often gets exceedingly shy. She is the eldest non-married Lucas, for Charlotte became Mrs. Collins, the wife of the clergyman who has your aunt as a 'most noble and benevolent patroness' as Mr. Collins would so eloquently say. Oh, did Lizzy tell you that your aunt visited us little over a week ago? She left us so soon that I assumed she was only passing by , but it was quite nice of her to call, do not you think?"

"Uh, yes" Georgiana coloured as she said this, for she knew that the afore-mentioned visit had certainly not been a pleasant civility.

"We turn down this lane here to get to Lucas Lodge. Just up there, I believe, is where Mr. Darcy proposed to Lizzy. I had just left them alone to go to Maria's, because I was afraid of staying with your brother, but he does not appear so proud and haughty as he was last year. In fact, he seems friendlier. I wonder if Lizzy has anything to do with his miraculous transformation."

Georgiana felt it might be best if she made no comment, and so instead changed the subject by saying "Is that Lucas Lodge?"

"Yes, indeed it is. I do hope Maria is at home" Kitty replied, and then looked rather stunned. "Maria? Oh dear! Whatever is the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Maria Lucas was running up the pathway, almost tripping on her dress, but stopped when she saw Kitty was come. "Oh Kitty! Guess what. Charlotte has come to Lucas Lodge, and Mr. Collins is come as well!. Do not begin to fret now, for my news is not yet finished; it is worse! They are to stay until Lady Catherine de Bourgh allows them to return! they say that she has been rendered exceedingly angry by hearing from Mr. Collins of Mr. Darcy's engagement. You see, she wanted Miss de Bourgh to marry him. Lady Catherine blames Charlotte and Mr. Collins because they invited Lizzy to Hunsford with me in March. Mr. Collins is to be here for an age - and if I hear his sniveling voice much more I think I shall go mad! It is too much! Why is not everyone as unhappy as I am? At Hunsford I was almost always half a house away from him, but here he will be in the next bedchamber! I cannot bear it!" she wept, but dried her eyes and attempted to smile when she saw Kitty was not alone. "O, pray forgive me, I did not see your companion. I am in such a miserable state this morning."

Kitty stepped forward to make the necessary introductions. "Georgiana, this is Miss Lucas; Maria, this is Miss Darcy" Georgiana curtsied, as did Miss Lucas.

"I am exceedingly apologetic that my aunt is so disagreeable, and that as she has consigned Mr. Collins to Lucas Lodge, she has distressed you. I have not ever met him, but I must admit that what I have heard about him has not even remotely excited my anticipation with regards to an introduction."

Maria gave a small laugh. "If I were you, I should try to miss out on the opportunity of meeting him. Once he ascertains that you are a niece of his esteemed noble patroness, he will follow you like a sheep, offering the most ridiculous opinions and waffling on worse than my papa. At least Papa does not give such a concise and sleep-enhancing talk about every minuscule thing he can conceive of talking about."

"I am grieved greatly for you, my dear Maria. Come to Longbourn as often as you please, and we shall stay from Mr. Collins whenever possible." Kitty offered.

"O thank you Kitty, and Miss Darcy. You know not how comforting it is for me to hear that."

"Do, please call me Georgiana. I am sure that Kitty and I will do our best - to not encounter Mr. Collins in the near future" Georgiana smiled lightly. "My cousin Anne has told me such things of him that I hold no desire to ever meet him. Pardon me, I hope I do not offend your sister, Mrs. Collins, but it is indeed the truth."

"Do not worry, I in fact wish that I had never met him. At least he is only a relative through marriage, and not related by blood." Maria giggled slightly, but her face turned decidedly pale as the front door of Lucas Lodge brought forth and admitted the odious figure of Mr. Collins. "Quickly, follow me" Maria incoherently gasped, and the three women dashed into the copse, leaving Mr. Collins calling out repeatedly for his 'dear olive-branch expecting wife Charlotte's beloved younger sister Maria.'"

Chapter Twenty-One

Posted on Friday, 26 May 2000

Georgiana, no matter how much she wished to, was not able to entirely escape the acquaintance of Mr. Collins. Anne's, William's, Colonel Fitzwilliam's, Kitty's and even Miss Lucas' descriptions all corroborated with each other, and seemed to not greatly exaggerate, but instead fit him perfectly - almost. He was actually even worse than his portrayal had been. Georgiana felt utter and sincere sympathy for Mrs. Collins, especially as she was expecting a child of whom he was the father; but she had apparently chosen to marry Mr. Collins with her eye's open, and so it was her own doing.

Mr. and Mrs. Collins called on the Bennet's, and everyone, including Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam, was present. Georgiana could see that Elizabeth was happy to see Mrs. Collins, and vice-versa, but only Mary appeared pleased to again meet with Mr. Collins. "Far too soon I dare say" Mr. Bennet was heard whispering as he excused himself to his library.

Mr. Collins said that he "would have given his fair cousin Elizabeth his and his dear Charlotte's congratulations, but his most noble and esteemed patroness Lady Catherine de Bourgh had forbid his doing so, as she was most seriously displeased and put out at the union of my cousin Elizabeth and her nephew, and of course I must voice and agree with her opinion as she is not present to do so herself " ('For how could anyone not agree with the opinion of Lady Catherine, when it was so condescendingly presented' were Mr. Collins' thoughts at the time).

Nobody's concentration (except perhaps Mary's) would allow them to listen to more than half of his lengthy rambling, and Mrs. Collins was much more agreeable to listen to as she hugged Elizabeth and wished her joy. "Do you now believe my telling you at Hunsford that Mr. Darcy seemed partial to you Eliza? There was a time when you could and did not believe me." she smiled, as Lizzy blushed and replied that yes, that had been the case, but in such cases as these, a good memory was unpardonable.

Mr. Collins then began his obsequious civility towards William, and also to Georgiana, as soon as he had established who she was. Georgiana noticed that William seemed to bear it with calmness, and decided that he was acting so meekly for the sake of Lizzy. Georgiana's forbearance was at an end. She looked despairingly at her brother, and was finally able to politely excuse herself and escape to Kitty.

"Mr. Collins seems to be well suited to Lady Catherine, and when they are together, I dare say the conversation is unbearable"

"I hope I never have the opportunity of seeing it, but I think Lizzy might have said something like that when she came back from Hunsford; but she did appear very out of sorts, especially when Lydia and I gave her the happy tidings of Wickham."

"Yes, indeed." Georgiana responded quickly, than changed the subject before Kitty could reply.

"Do you think the Collinses will depart soon? I do hope so."

"Perhaps. Shall we go into another part of the house, as to be rid of them?"

"That is a fine idea. We can go and calm our poor nerves." Georgiana began to laugh, and Kitty immediately joined in. Georgiana had already heard much about the state of nerves in Longbourn, particularly those of Mrs. Bennet.

Kitty and Georgiana went into the other sitting room, and joined Jane and Mr. Bingley, who had also successfully managed to disappear. Lizzy and William entered next, saying that the Collinses were leaving. All in the room unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Bennet, as soon as she was able (which was as soon as Mr. Collins had set foot outside), began talking of preparations for the wedding. A date had finally been set. November 26th. It was a bit later than what Mrs. Bennet would have wished, but it was not her wedding, and it held significance to the engaged couples - as the first anniversary of the Netherfield Ball.

Kitty was to be a bridesmaid, and Georgiana had been asked, but was too fearful of standing up in front of all those people. Darcy and Elizabeth wanted Colonel Fitzwilliam as the groomsman, but would have to wait for his response.

Georgiana, Darcy and Bingley left Longbourn that night, all anticipating the day of the wedding, not a month away.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Posted on Friday, 2 June 2000

The days before the wedding flew by, and the only events of note were the arrival of a letter from the Colonel, and then himself, and the expected arrival of Miss Bingley (though thankfully she was as yet not arrived). Georgiana excitedly tore open her cousin's letter as soon as it had arrived, and began to read the short missive.

Matlock Manor

My Dear Georgiana,

How pleased I was to receive your letter. I am most delighted with Fitzwilliam and his choice of wife. I must own that I did suspect some partiality on his side at Hunsford, and after receiving your long and satisfactory list of details, I am certain they deserve each other.

My parents and I are both eager to attend the wedding, and I wish to see Miss Bennet again, while my parents long to meet the woman that has so stolen your brother's heart.

Of course I do feel sympathy for Miss Bingley; she has long coveted the role of Mistress of Pemberley, but Miss Bennet is by far the superior choice. Give all of my best wishes to Darcy and Miss Bennet.

Your Loving Cousin,

Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam.

The letter itself was not very lengthy, but not six days after it's arrival, the Colonel was residing in Netherfield. He spent his days with Kitty and Georgiana, as Darcy was with Elizabeth from dawn until dusk.

"He does leave us alone, and totally forgets about our existence," Georgiana told her cousin as they walked alone around Netherfield at one opportunity "But I have never seen him happier."

"Nor I" agreed the Colonel. "It in a way convinces me that marriage may indeed be just the thing for me also."

Georgiana blushed, and kept her head turned away from her cousin, who, apart from William , was the only person she truly loved - only this was not just a love because he was kin. "He may be almost twice my age, and he is additionally my joint guardian, but I love him so dearly." Georgiana would often admit to herself. She knew not her cousin's feelings, but she did know her own, and kept silent as her companion looked at her.

"Georgiana! Why do you not speak? I should have imagined that you would have something to say to your cousin, such as retorting with your disagreement and saying I was far too plain to attract anyone, or something similar."

"Why I, that is, I.. I do not know what to say" Georgiana almost stuttered. "Is it, I mean, is there someone that you do wish to marry?" Georgiana's voice came close to faltering as she looked up at her cousin, conceiving that he might already have chosen a partner, and only waiting before he made his addresses.

"No, not really" he sighed, and Georgiana had to try forcibly not to breath an audible sigh of relief; "I doubt there is anyone that could love me like Darcy and Elizabeth love each other."

Georgiana was about to begin expressing her protestations, but suddenly forgot to do so as her eyes momentarily wandered to the door.

"Miss Bingley!"

Chapter Twenty three : And then came Miss Bingley...

Posted on Tuesday, 6 June 2000

"Dear Georgiana" Caroline Bingley uttered as affectionately as she was possibly able (which was indeed not a great deal) "And Colonel Fitzwilliam, what a pleasant surprise! It has been too long since we all last met." she purred. Too long! I think not.

"Indeed" Georgiana hastily replied, in an attempt to not laugh with the Colonel, who was rolling his eyes dramatically in a most Caroline-like fashion.

"Miss Bingley, it is indeed so nice to see you again" he said sarcastically, although Miss Bingley was batting her eyelashes too furiously at him to notice and therefore take offence.

"Are you just arrived?" Georgiana inquired politely.

"Yes, my dear. I shall be here until Charles marries that Miss Jane Bennet. She is a sweet girl, but country-bred and not nearly so sophisticated or accomplished as you or I," she sniffed. "What brings yourself here? And the colonel? I thought you would still be at Pemberley, not here with my brother."

Georgiana was shocked anew with Miss Bingley's atrocious indecorum. Even Colonel Fitzwilliam looked stunned.

"My brother invited us to come until his, I mean, the wedding" Georgiana managed to reply. She wanted Miss Bingley to find out about William's engagement, but not here - not now. At another time when William was present she would probably be even more shocked, and so Georgiana wanted to wait until then. Georgiana noticed that her cousin had an impish grin, but was also keeping his mouth shut about the surprising secret.

"I have not before seen Mr. Bingley so happy since his engagement. Miss Bennet seems to have a similar disposition; it will be a happy match. Have you seen Mr. Bingley yet? Has he informed you that the Bennet's are to dine at Netherfield this evening?"

"What, all of them? Surely there is no need for that" Miss Bingley interrupted.

"Yes, they are all to come. I believe your brother and Darcy have been enjoying the company at Longbourn immensely lately." the Colonel stated and looked knowingly at Georgiana as she began to choke with laughter, which she could scarce hold back. The conversation was terminated by the entrance of Bingley and Darcy.

"Caroline! I did not expect you to come so soon" Bingley started.

"O yes, I am here, and dear Georgiana was just telling me that the Bennet's were coming to dinner. I shall be able to see Jane." Miss Bingley stopped for a moment. "I suppose you are eagerly anticipating the fine eyes of Eliza Bennet, Mr. Darcy" she snapped.

Georgiana held her breath in case her brother's reaction may cause her to laugh, and also thought of Miss Bingley's reaction once she knew. O Miss Bingley - I cannot, absolutely cannot wait to see your face.

"I think I hear the carriage now" Colonel Fitzwilliam announced to end the intercourse.

"Miss Bingley, will you accompany Georgiana and myself? I think Bingley may like to welcome Miss Bennet and her family without our interference." he added, allowing Bingley and Darcy an escape.

"Of course, Colonel Fitzwilliam. I should be delighted. You know that I could never refuse a relative of the Darcy's" she said in her ever-so-modest [and charming - she alone thought] voice; and simultaneously the Colonel inaudibly groaned and Darcy smirked, as she linked her arms with his and walked to the door.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Posted on Tuesday, 20 June 2000

Georgiana waited impatiently for her brother and the Bennets to be announced. Miss Bingley was becoming even more tedious than she was normally. Elizabeth didn't start when she came in and saw Miss Bingley, and so must have been previously informed of her untimely premature arrival. She welcomed Colonel Fitzwilliam like an old friend, and Darcy joined them in a conversation, leaving Miss Bingley to fend for herself.

Georgiana quickly went to Kitty and began to chat, and Mary was left to listen to Mrs. Bennet's numerous effusions about how fine a prospect Netherfield House was, and how pleased she was about her darling Jane's settling there so soon. Georgiana whispered to Kitty that they would have to keep Miss Bingley away from her brother and Elizabeth. Kitty had only a few seconds to respond with her agreement before a servant came announcing that dinner was served.

As usual, the betrothed only had eyes for each other, Mrs. Bennet could not stop chattering, Mr. Bennet could not be prevailed on to answer as he was ignoring her, and Mary was little different. Kitty and Georgiana managed to keep Miss Bingley occupied, with the occasional help of the Colonel, and dinner passed by with Miss Bingley only sometimes mentioning how quiet Miss Eliza was, and that Mr. Darcy seemed somewhat distracted. Georgiana smirked at the Colonel, who returned the same reaction.

Their humourous glances abruptly stopped when Miss Bingley continued by saying "I had heard that Miss Lydia was married to that fellow George Wickham. Strange, I had thought his affections to be planted elsewhere. Miss Eliza, am I mistaken? O, but I must give my sincerest congratulations" she fluttered, but no-one noticed. Even the lovers had ceased their chatting when they had heard Miss Bingley's speech.

Everyone's reaction was different. Bingley looked ashamed, Jane shocked, Elizabeth pale, William red with anger, Colonel Fitzwilliam gaped, Kitty almost cried, Mary stared, Mr. Bennet flushed and Mrs. Bennet thanked Caroline for her 'kind' congratulations. Georgiana's emotions were constantly changing, from shocked to embarrassed, surprised to angry and then bewildered. How dare she! How absolutely cruel!

Georgiana could see that Elizabeth needed to leave the room, and to Kitty leaving would be no disadvantage either. "Mr. Bingley" Georgiana stood and addressed Bingley "I, uh, as we have now finished eating, would you mind if I shewed Elizabeth and Kitty that new painting in the gallery?" Georgiana looked unsure of herself, but it was visible to Bingley that she was attempting for herself and the others to be rid of Caroline's snide remarks for a time. And so they ought! "Yes, indeed, and perhaps Jane might wish to join you" he said, and as he leant towards Jane, Georgiana could hear him whisper, "It is all right. I will keep you from her."

Elizabeth and Jane were badly shaken, with Kitty faring only slightly better. "How.... how dare she?" Lizzy began to cry.

"I.. I do not know Lizzy" Jane responded weakly before too breaking into sobs. Georgiana tried to comfort them, but Caroline had touched a sore spot, which could not be instantly healed. It was not long before Darcy and Bingley came to join their fiancees, to console them.

"Caroline is talking with the colonel and Mrs. Annesley at present. We will try to keep her from you as best we can." Bingley said, and Georgiana felt sympathy for those left to endure Miss Bingley, especially the colonel. At the same time, she felt what could best be described as jealousy. "I will be making her apologise. Jane, I am most grievously upset that my sister cannot behave herself." Bingley continued.

Lizzy, Kitty and Jane had by now all recovered admirably enough to allow them to rejoin the rest of the guests who were now in the drawing room. "Well, my dear, now.." William began, but was cut short by Elizabeth's saying "I do believe it is time for us to make an announcement to Miss Bingley!"

Chapter 23 (II) ~ Ohh..... Poor Miss Bingley...

Posted on Friday, 23 June 2000

Thus saying, Lizzy stood and clasped Darcy's arm, and he led her back to the others. As Jane and Mr. Bingley entered, Caroline executed her best attempt at an apology to the women, but Georgiana could see it was an involuntary and forced effort, and a bad one at that.

Kitty and Georgiana joined the Colonel at a sofa, and Bingley and Jane occupied another, as did Lizzy and Darcy. It looked as though Caroline was inclined to and about to seat herself next to Darcy, and Georgiana was hurriedly trying to think of a way to defer her.

From the silence came Elizabeth's voice, and Miss Bingley stood away at a distance, while she spoke. "Just think! Not three weeks to the wedding! I must say (looking at William and smiling) I really cannot wait. O Jane, do you think there's much else we've forgotten? I do hope our dresses will be fine, I would not wish to appear unrefined or indecorous in my dress. But I do suppose Mama has worked everything out, for one needs to look their best at such times as these..."

"You would look fine in a potato sack" whispered Darcy, and before Miss Bingley could ascertain what he had said, she interrupted "My dear Miss Eliza! Why, you sound as if you're preparing for your own wedding! Not just Jane's"

Georgiana's face was as mirthful as Colonel Fitzwilliam's, as Mrs. Bennet speedily replied "Why Miss Bingley! O, of course, it must be true, for have you not heard? Lizzy's getting married too, to Mr...."

"Why...I...Congratulations Miss Eliza. And are you to share your sister's and my brother's nuptials?" Caroline sounded slightly surprised.

"Indeed I am. We all thought it a splendid plan, we are all to be brothers and sisters the same day. After all, Mr. Bingley and my fiancé...."

"And to whom may I also wish joy? Who is your affianced?" Miss Bingley curtly queried, her eyes smiling at Darcy because she could now again have him to herself, without the interference of those 'fine country eyes'.

Darcy stood up, his face beaming. His "I am" resounded around the room.

At that same time, Mrs. Bennet was tittering "Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy! How well that sounds!" as Miss Caroline Bingley collapsed on the floor, having fallen unconscious as a result of fainting.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Posted on Wednesday, 28 June 2000

This part is especially for Lise, due to her suggestion, and also for being such an inspiration to me

At first it appeared that Miss Bingley had fallen to the ground, but it was actually not so. Her fall was cut short by the presence of Colonel Fitzwilliam's lap, on which she landed into. The Colonel was surprised indeed, (but not sure whether it was actually not a pleasant sensation - it seemed to feel as if it were quite interesting to him, dare he think it) as was most of the rest of the company, save Georgiana. She, instead, was slightly jealous, wishing it had have been her rather than Caroline that fell on the Colonel's lap.

In time Caroline was revived, and the next time Georgiana saw her, her face was distorted with an apparent indignation, grief and hurt pride. She was continually muttering, to any that cared to hear "That Bennet girl and my Darcy! I cannot believe it! Eliza Darcy! O, I shall die!" Georgiana loved seeing Miss Bingley's dejected and mournful state. It gave such an elegance to her misfortune. It also pleased the Colonel no end.

The final days and weeks of Lizzy and Darcy's courtship passed along, with no further interruptions or vexations to any but Miss Bingley. The brides' gowns were finished, the foods for the banquet afterward selected, and Georgiana taught Kitty a few more songs. Georgiana had been asked to be a bridesmaid, but the thought of standing in front of all those people at the wedding caused her to turn down the offer. She and Maria were instead to hold the arch, for the newly-weds to walk under. Caroline was to have no part or significance to the wedding other than being a part of the congregation.

Georgiana heard that Mr. Collins was rather mortified to have not been asked to attend the ceremony, but Charlotte helped him recollect that if his esteemed noble patroness, who vehemently opposed the match, heard that he had played a part and was involved, she would have undoubtedly been most seriously displeased. The truth of the matter was that Georgiana had begged that he not be permitted to undertake the ceremony, for she "would like them to be married before nightfall if it was a morning service." There had been not one jot of opposition, in fact, it was unanimously in favour, and most strongly desired by Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam.

The plans for the Darcy's honeymoon especially pleased Georgiana. Elizabeth and Darcy would work their way to Derbyshire, finally ending at Pemberley. Georgiana would not see them until just before Christmas, when she would come to Pemberley after having spent three weeks with her beloved Colonel ("who was after all her guardian" she reasoned). Georgiana could hardly wait, although she would never admit it to a soul.

There was now only a week remaining until the 26th. Georgiana sat in her toilette as she prepared for the ball at the Meryton Assembly Rooms. It was to be the last time Lizzy and Jane danced as maidens. Georgiana was particularly excited because the Colonel had already asked for her hand in the first and last dances; and even though she was not out and therefore not supposed to dance, she had readily assented.

Georgiana heard a knock, and turned to see Mrs. Annesley. Poor Mrs. Annesley had been so terribly neglected what with Kitty and the Colonel taking Georgiana's attention. But she had, however perpetually composed herself good-naturedly and was constantly to be found perusing a book or embroidering some needlework. Mrs. Annesley was, in fact, proud of the amount of extra work she had accomplished in her time.

"Are you in need or desirous of any assistance, Georgiana my dear?"

Georgiana was not, and before much further ado, the Darcy's, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Bingley (Caroline couldn't bear coming to see Darcy and Elizabeth serenading the night away) were in the carriage, driving in the direction of Meryton. Georgiana was beside herself with excitement, with the others scarcely less so, although for once most times their emotions were kept in better check.

The carriage came to a halt, and the door was opened. The gentlemen got out and the Colonel offered his arm to Georgiana as she stepped out. Georgiana's eyes lit up and shone as brightly as a flame, and her excitement and awe was contagious. Her eyes sought out familiar faces, and she beamed as she caught sight of Elizabeth coming towards her party. They were by now inside. The room drew silent as the Colonel and Georgiana entered. Lizzy later explained that they were newcomers and had not been seen in public before; and that the silence usually occurred in such occasions, as it had when Darcy and Bingley originally arrived.

The dancing and music recommenced, and before long that particular dance was finished. The colonel approached Georgiana and Kitty who were talking gaily, and they took their place in the set, standing opposite each other. Jane and Mr. Bingley were on Georgiana's left side, and Lizzy and William her right. The music began, and Georgiana took her eyes off the Colonel long enough to see both Lizzy and Darcy take in a gasp and then smile at each other knowingly. Georgiana thought that perhaps the music had given them a sentimental memory? There seemed no other logical explanation. Georgiana shook that thought from her mind and instead focused more intently on the Colonel's discourse, and concentrated on the steps to Mr. Beveridge's Maggot.

"Look at those two lovebirds" the Colonel motioned at Lizzy and Darcy, who were obviously totally insensible of anything or anyone but the other.

"I have never seen my brother so happy. Elizabeth is just so wonderful, and they are so utterly in love." Georgiana smiled "Lizzy told me that she had once promised herself never to marry but for the deepest love, and I believe she has found this. I only hope that the same thing will happen to me. I should hate to not marry for love. What about you? Do you feel likewise?" Georgiana pried inquisitively.

"I suppose that is so. Yes indeed. A marriage should only be for love, a deep love, felt and shared equally by both party; which is why I shall remain a bachelor."

"Do you imply you have no intentions of ever marrying? Surely you cannot be serious."

"Indeed, you must believe me, for I am in earnest. I have seen how people throw themselves at the affluent (such as Darcy), with only their pockets being filled in view, and have seen few examples of true love. As I am not so wealthy (being a younger son) , I find it difficult to believe that I would be sought for money, and I find it even more unlikely that someone should love me enough to marry me, and although I see many fine women thrust at me by do-gooders, I do not wish to call myself violently in love with any."

"That cannot be! I can easily believe there are many that love you enough to marry you. Why, I love ...." Georgiana coloured and became silent.

To change the subject, Georgiana glanced over at Darcy. "My! A week more and I shall be blessed with Elizabeth for my sister."

Georgiana could not wait.

Chapter Twenty Five ~ Conclusion/Finale/The End

Posted on Friday, 30 June 2000

The sun shone radiantly in the sky, and a maid entered to draw back the curtains. "Good morning, Miss Darcy. It's a lovely day for the wedding." Georgiana opened her eyelids. Sunlight poured through. The wedding!

Finally it had come.

The day when her beloved brother Fitzwilliam and his beloved Miss Elizabeth Bennet would be united. Georgiana quickly rose, and prepared herself for going down to breakfast.

Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley were already seated, and both looked as exceedingly jittery as the other. William's teacup was about to spill, and Bingley's knife kept clattering and clinking incessantly.

"Good morning! I can see you are both beside yourself with anticipation" Georgiana teased lightly, then she giggled as her companions fidgeted and eyed each other curiously. They then returned to a heightened sense of nervousness. But their faces, however, shone like never before, and gave one the impression of walking on air, regardless of the state of their nerves.

The occasional clinks were interrupted by the arrival of the Colonel. He took one look at Darcy and burst out laughing. "If only you could see your face my dear Darce! And you too Bingley." he chuckled as he saw Charles. Bingley and Darcy looked at each others faces, which they supposed must mirror their own, and were immediately laughing uncontrollably. As their laughter was contagious, the room was not again silent until Miss Bingley was announced.

Georgiana noted that, as usual, the brightest hue of orange covered her body; and; as usual, it did not become her. Then, Georgiana saw Caroline's face. There was no smile, and her eyes had apparently been crying recently. She was absolutely morose, and Georgiana felt slightly pitiful. After all, Miss Bingley had long been waiting for and dreaming about Darcy's wedding, but not to the particular bride he had chosen. Caroline had so long coveted that position, only to be divided from him by the upstart pretensions of Eliza Bennet! A woman of no rank. (Caroline neglected to remember the circumstances of her own birth, for she was but the daughter of a tradesman - which was a fact she attempted to keep hidden from the world. But the world seemed to remember that fact at the most inopportune times for Caroline).

Miss Bingley's company was not particularly riveting (more irksome and morbid, today actually), and so Georgiana left as soon as she was able. It was time to prepare for the day ahead.

Before much further ado, the Longbourn Church was in sight. The jittery grooms beamed at the thought of what was to come, while Caroline's reaction was to cover her face and moan inaudibly (at least she thought she was silent). Georgiana's eyes darted here and there vivaciously, hoping to catch a glimpse of any of the Miss Bennets (except Mary, of course; Kitty was included for she was Georgiana's particular friend, and she wished to sight the brides for that was tradition - everyone wished to see the brides, especially when they were such beautiful ones as Lizzy and Jane). The Colonel just looked around his party and chuckled teasingly.

They entered the church, which was all dolled up in picturesque and vivid blooms (Georgiana had made sure Sweet William was included in at least some of the bouquets, citing the bringing back of memories as her reason for doing so). Georgiana made sure she was as far from Caroline, and as close to the Colonel as she could be (her reason this time being that she desired to be with family on such an occasion).

The wedding march began, and Georgiana joined the rest of the congregation by looking to the door and beholding the entrance of Elizabeth and Jane, who held the arms of a very proud Mr. Bennet. The faces of the brides exuded radiance at it's fullest potential. The three progressed down the aisle, and Georgiana glanced at her brother. He was utterly captivated; totally bewitched. His current state of mind (which was perfectly obvious - not masked in the least) was indescribable happiness.

Elizabeth took her place by Fitzwilliam, and Jane by Bingley. Mr. Bennet joined Mrs. Bennet and the remaining Miss Bennets. Mrs. Bennet was for once was entirely silent and Georgiana was glad of this for Jane, Elizabeth and their future husband's sakes. The clergyman began with hid "Dearly Beloved" and Georgiana could not help but notice that his hair was a trifle diverting to one so young as herself, but in an act of maturity, her silence was maintained.

During the ceremony the couples kept looking at each other, and as the clergyman spoke, images of Lady Catherine and Anne, and Wickham and his wife presented themselves in Georgiana's mind; but as the vows were exchanged only Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam were visible. Jane and Mr. Bingley had but only just been married when the clergyman gave a smile and said that he now presented these two people as man and wife. He then continued by saying that William could now kiss the bride, which he did most obligingly. Jane and Mr. Bingley kissed each other softly and quickly, but Mr. & Mrs. Darcy were engaged in a kiss of the most passionate and enduring sorts, so much enduring, in fact, that several "ahems" and clearing of throats could be heard before they separated.

When this was done, the happy couples walked arm-in-arm out the doors of Longbourn Church.

Maria Lucas and Georgiana hurried out to the greenery arch which they and Kitty had spent hours completing, and lifted it high for the newlyweds to walk under. The faces of the four that walked under the arch were filled with joy.

Gone were all traces of previous melancholy, disagreements or depression, and in it's place was radiance, peace, happiness and most especially, love.

Friends and family were joyously throwing rice and leaves at the couples, and Georgiana did so also, but unfortunately discovered that the leafy twig she had thrown had most disagreeably landed at the top of Lizzy's dress, in the chest area, and was wedged there. Oh dear! Well at least everyone will be looking at their faces and therefore won't notice it.

The couples entered the carriages that had been waiting, and waved goodbye. The horses started suddenly with a jolt, and Charles and Jane Bingley, and Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Darcy were led away.

Georgiana stood by Colonel Fitzwilliam, and they watched, hand in hand, the new life of their brother and cousin, which had but only just begun.

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