The Second Son

Prologue
The tall, dark-haired man strode across the courtyard towards the waiting carriage, a grim look etched on his handsome face. “Fitzwilliam Darcy! Where do you think you are going? Return to the house immediately. I wish to continue with our discussion.”

Peering over his shoulder at the small woman standing on the steps outside the front door, he continued to enter the carriage, “No Mother. I believe you have said all that is necessary. I understand you perfectly and I only regret that I did not know your feelings sooner.”

“I insist you return! If you do not, you will not be welcome in this house until you apologize for your unseemly behavior.”

“If that is what you wish, madam.” He signaled to the driver and the carriage lurched into motion. Darcy heard his mother's voice again shriek his name before the carriage drove through the portico onto the long drive that led to the main road into Lambton and from there to London. As the carriage reached the highest point in the drive, he looked out the window to gaze upon Pemberley - his ancestral home - and wondered if he would ever see that sight again.

Chapter 1 - Early July 1811, London and Hertfordshire
Darcy settled into his rooms at the Clarendon Hotel and sent a note to his solicitor requesting a meeting time to discuss his current situation and begin a search for an estate in the surrounding counties. After dispatching the note, Darcy leaned back in his chair, placing his steepled fingers under his chin while he contemplated his circumstances. When he was fourteen years old, his father had died and left him a substantial bequest that he had created upon his son's birth. It accumulated interest from that time and Darcy received it when he reached his majority three years previously. When he was given control of his funds he began to invest his inheritance in several joint ventures with his university friend, Charles Bingley. Over the next few years, the investments had paid off handsomely and he now had a sum that provided him an income of 4,000 pounds a year. While this was nothing compared to the income that his older brother received from Pemberley, it was enough to allow him to be a gentleman of leisure if he desired. He did not desire that, however and he had always wished to purchase an estate of his own which would allow him to spend time in the country - a place he had always preferred to London.

He continued his business ventures with Bingley, but an unfortunate occurrence between Darcy's brother and Bingley's sister, at the beginning of the Season four months ago had curtailed their contact until gossip died down. Caroline Bingley, three years Bingley's senior and desperate to become the next Mistress of Pemberley, had managed to insinuate herself into his brother, Harold's circle of friends and in a most daring move, attempted to put herself and Harold in a compromising position with the hope of evoking a marriage proposal. Harold refused to cooperate and retreated to Pemberley while Caroline was forced to leave London and spend the remainder of the Season at the Hertfordshire estate her brother had leased the previous year. The gossip died down in June and the Bingleys returned to London as Caroline found herself desperate to get away from the `savages' of the countryside.

Darcy sent a note to Bingley's townhouse, suggesting they `accidentally' meet at the theater and publicly greet each other in a cordial manner showing Society that there was no continuing rift between the friends. Darcy also requested that Caroline not be included in this particular meeting. A return note from Bingley agreed to meet him the next evening, expressing his pleasure that they could now return to their former friendship and assuring Darcy that Caroline was not in residence with him.

They arrived at the theater at nearly the same time, Bingley preceding him there by only a few minutes. Greeting each other in the foyer, they made sure that their conversation was overheard by several members of the Ton who hovered nearby. One was Mrs. Hortense Baddely, a known gossip and one of the best people to spread the news that Charles Bingley and Fitzwilliam Darcy were on cordial terms and the problem between the two families seemed to be at an end.

“Bingley, it is good to see you. I hope you have been well,” Darcy extended his hand for his friend to shake.

Bingley grasped the offered hand. “This is a pleasant surprise to meet you here, Darcy. I have been well and I hope you are the same.”

“Would you care to join me in my box?”

“That would make the evening much more enjoyable as I am attending this performance alone.”

They continued in this manner until they felt that Mrs. Baddely had received enough gossip to supply her for several days in the drawing rooms around London and then they climbed the stairs and entered the Darcy box, closing the curtain and moving to the front where they would be seen by the crowd but their conversation would not be overheard.

“Darcy, it truly is good to see you - I have missed our conversations and the letters we exchanged did not serve as well as our time spent together in the past.”

“I agree wholeheartedly; I have missed your friendship as well.”

“I thought to write to inform you that the gossip about Caroline and your brother had died down, but I was unsure where to send the letter. Do you plan to remain in London for long?”

Darcy shook his head. “My stay in Town will probably be of some duration as my mother required my removal from Pemberley until I comply with her demands. As you know, I am staying at the Clarendon until I can find more permanent lodgings.”

“I am sorry to hear that you and your mother have had a disagreement. You must come to my townhouse then. Caroline is staying with friends here in Town and I do not expect her to spend any time in my home as she is thoroughly disgusted with me at the moment.”

“And what have you done now to incur Miss Bingley's displeasure?”

Rolling his eyes, Bingley proceeded to tell his friend all that occurred since they last met. In September the previous year, he leased an estate in Hertfordshire and spent several very enjoyable months there until Caroline insisted they return to Town for the Christmas holiday. He had been reluctant to leave but, as always, Caroline had gotten her way with her younger brother. Then, when the scandal broke in early March, they immediately left Town and returned to Hertfordshire where they stayed until a few weeks ago when Caroline again insisted they return to London.

“I did not want to leave, but you know how difficult Caroline can be when she does not get her way. I left behind the most beautiful angel and now that I have my sister safely ensconced with her friends, I plan to return very soon to Netherfield, the estate I have leased. She has voiced her disapproval of my attachment to Miss Jane Bennet as Caroline feels she would add nothing to our social standing. She is the oldest daughter of a country gentleman who has a fine estate called Longbourn, which is located only three miles from Netherfield. I would very much like to have you join me. It would give us a chance to renew our friendship and you could see the estate.”

“Have you made any specific plans as to when you would be traveling to Hertfordshire? I have several meetings planned with my solicitor and some of my business contacts but I would be able to travel within a week.”

“Would you have your business finished by Friday? I would like to travel by the end of the week.”

Assuring his friend that all his transactions should be completed by then, Darcy remarked that he was going to begin a search for an estate to purchase and this would give him the opportunity to see if anything might be available in the vicinity.

“Excellent!” Bingley exclaimed. “There are some fine properties in the area and there is one in particular that I think might be just what you are seeking. It is about the same size as Netherfield but has been a bit neglected over the past few years so its farming yields are not as high as they could be. My steward informed me just prior to my departure that the property would be put up for sale in the next month or two. It might be the ideal place for you.”

“What is the estate's current income?”

“I believe it is around 2,000 pounds, but my steward assures me that it could easily be doubled with some careful management.”

“That sounds like just the sort of place I might be seeking. Where is the property located?”

“That is the wonderful thing! It is only a few miles from Netherfield near the town of Meryton. It is known as Greystone.”

“Hmm…well, I shall speak to my solicitor tomorrow and ask him to find out the particulars on the property. If it appears to be something that would interest me, I will make arrangements to view it when we arrive in Hertfordshire.”

Bingley suddenly sat up straight. “Oh! I have just remembered! Today I heard from the manager of our shipping firm. We have shown an excellent return on our latest imports and I am happy to inform you that your portion of the profits is in excess of 2,000 pounds. There are still two ships that have not yet returned, but I am confident that we will see the same sort of profit from that cargo as well.”

Darcy grinned at his friend. “You have just made it much easier for me to think of purchasing an estate of my own. I was wondering where I might find the funds to use without selling some of my investments. I have most of my inheritance still collecting interest but I would rather leave that where it is if possible.”

“Well, the two remaining ships should dock within the next week and the goods will be sold in the next fortnight so I will be able to provide you with additional figures when that occurs.”

“By that time, I will know if the estate you have described is what I am looking for and I will be able to make an offer if it meets my expectations.”

“It appears that we may have our next few months planned out quite nicely. Shall we leave at intermission and return to my townhouse to continue our discussion?”

After agreeing to Bingley's proposal, Darcy finally turned his attention to the play that was being performed. As the houselights brightened, the two gentlemen made their way out of the box, down the stairs and out into the summer evening where they requested that their carriages be summoned so they could depart.

Entering the townhouse behind Bingley, Darcy was greeted by the butler and relieved of his hat and cane. Bingley motioned to Darcy to follow him to his study where Darcy received the offered brandy with a smile and then sank into a comfortable chair with a sigh.

“I have missed these evenings in front of your fire, discussing business or simply relaxing and enjoying your fine drink. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Now first thing in the morning you must remove from your lodgings and come here to stay. There is no need for you to remain at the Clarendon when I am staying here all by myself and could certainly use the company.”

“I will have Wester pack my belongings and bring them here while I am at the solicitors. When I am finished at Parnell's office, shall we meet at our club - say one o'clock?”

“Excellent; it will give me a chance to catch up on some neglected paperwork and then we can enjoy a meal before we return here to finalize our plans.”

Finishing his drink, Darcy stood and held out his hand to Bingley, who scrambled to his feet and shook it. “I shall take my leave now. We have much to do in the next few days and I would like to get some rest before we tackle what needs to be done.”

~~~~~

The next morning, Darcy discussed several legal matters concerning his investments and remaining inheritance with Mr. Parnell, his solicitor, and then asked him to look into the particulars of Greystone, the estate Bingley had recommended. Promising Darcy that he would provide the information to him within a few days, the gentlemen concluded their business with Darcy informing his solicitor that he would be residing at Bingley's townhouse for the next three days before they both departed for Hertfordshire.

At his club Darcy was hailed by several acquaintances who offered him a drink which he declined, making his excuses that he was meeting Bingley for lunch. He arrived at the dining room to find Bingley already seated at a table in the middle of the room and they both made a great show of greeting each other enthusiastically to continue their plan to dispel any thoughts that they were still at odds over their siblings' encounter.

Seating themselves, they were each served a glass of wine and Bingley raised his in salute. “I have just heard this morning from our shipping manager. One of the two remaining ships has arrived and is already being unloaded. We should realize our profits on that shipment within a week. Let us hope for a very profitable outcome!”

Darcy returned the salute and drank deeply of the wine, savoring the rich flavor as it trickled smoothly down his throat. “My business has concluded in a most satisfactory manner and Parnell assures me that he will provide me with the information about Greystone. Within a week I should know whether the property will be what I want.”

The next two days were spent in preparation for their departure to Hertfordshire. Bingley had sent word to his housekeeper that they would arrive in two days' time while Darcy met with several business contacts. He received the information on Greystone the day before they left and from the preliminary report, it seemed ideal for him. The estate had a number of established tenants and some excellent forest. From what he could determine, the property was underutilized and could produce a much better yield than it presently did. He had very little information about the manor house, but that could wait until he arrived. The more important elements of the estate seemed to be solid, just in need of better management.

~~~~~

Bingley and Darcy left London at first light and traveled to Hertfordshire, arriving at Netherfield at midday. After Bingley greeted his housekeeper and butler and introduced Darcy to both of them, the two gentlemen retired to their chambers and refreshed themselves before Bingley gave Darcy a tour of the house. As they sat eating a late luncheon and discussing their plans to tour Netherfield's grounds after the meal, the butler came to announce visitors, “Mr. Bennet and Mr. James Bennet.”

Leaping to his feet, Bingley immediately moved to the door to usher his guests to the nearby parlor, offering them refreshments as he glanced over his shoulder and motioned for Darcy to follow him. Smiling, Darcy joined the group and was introduced to the older gentleman and a younger man of about eighteen. By Bingley's deferential treatment of Mr. Bennet, Darcy realized that this must be the father of Bingley's `angel' and Darcy was amused to watch the interaction between the two gentlemen.

A comfortable conversation soon began and Darcy discovered that James Bennet was indeed nearly eighteen and would be going to Cambridge beginning with the Michaelmas term. They fell into discussion of James' favorite subjects as well as Bingley and Darcy's own experience at Cambridge just a few years previous. Darcy found James to have a subtle wit and a quick mind but he appeared rather shy. He often looked to his father for reassurance that he was correct in what he was saying. Mr. Bennet soon joined the conversation and reminisced about his own days at Cambridge and displayed a delightfully dry wit that had been much more sharply honed than his son's.

Bingley mentioned to Mr. Bennet that Darcy would be staying in the neighborhood for the foreseeable future and that he was looking into the possibility of purchasing Greystone.

“Greystone is an excellent property, Mr. Darcy,” began Mr. Bennet. “It abuts my own estate of Longbourn and we share some of the same woods on the boundary. It has been neglected for the last few years as the owner of the estate became quite infirm toward the end of his life and he had no living relatives to take over the responsibility of running the estate. I would be most pleased to have you as a near neighbor.”

“It is good to hear such a fine report, sir. My solicitor sent me the particulars on the size of the property as well as the number of tenants currently leasing land, but he said nothing of the manor house or the state of the stables and outbuildings. Could you provide me with some intelligence on that aspect of the estate?”

“Well, the manor house is a bit smaller than Netherfield - perhaps one or two bedrooms less - and is in fairly good repair so it should not require any exterior work. The interior has not been changed for many years, but as decorating is my wife's realm, I will not offer an opinion on the furnishings,” Mr. Bennet chuckled.

Darcy joined him and the other gentlemen in laughing at Mr. Bennet's remark. “And what of the stables, sir?”

“Ah, that is where Greystone shines. Mr. Sinclair, the recently deceased owner, was well-known for his knowledge of horseflesh. He maintained a rather impressive stable of animals for many years and only within the last five years or so has the stable been in disuse. It is quite commodious and has been kept in excellent repair. There is also room for several carriages.”

“That is good to hear as I have my carriage and team as well as my saddle horse here at Netherfield and I would like to purchase some additional animals.”

“Well, there would certainly be room for quite a few more purchases. I believe the stable contains about twenty stalls.”

Darcy raised his eyebrows in surprise. “That is indeed an extensive stable and would be more than adequate for my use. The property certainly seems to be what I am seeking. I have an appointment to view it in three days' time with a Mr. Philips. Are you familiar with the gentleman, Mr. Bennet?”

Mr. Bennet chuckled again. “Yes, I am quite familiar with the gentleman, for he is my brother-in-law and the local attorney. I will be more than happy to make an introduction and accompany you on your inspection, if you would like?”

“Indeed, sir. That is most generous and I will accept your kind offer. Bingley planned to join me, but another pair of eyes would be appreciated. Thank you for offering.” Darcy turned to James. “And you are also welcome to join us if you would like.”

“Thank you Mr. Darcy; I would enjoy touring the grounds. I am very interested in inspecting the stables,” James replied eagerly.

“You have an interest in horses, Mr. James?”

“Yes sir. I enjoy riding very much and would be pleased to show you more of the countryside. Mr. Bingley has joined me on several rides during his previous stays in Hertfordshire.”

“Indeed, Darcy. Mr. James is an excellent guide and would give you and Cicero some strenuous exercise.”

“Then I would be most pleased to join you. I am to meet Mr. Philips at ten o'clock on Monday and after my business with your uncle is concluded, perhaps we could explore some of your favorite spots.”

James eagerly agreed to the plan, inviting Bingley to join them as well. Commenting that he had several pieces of business to conduct with his steward that day, Bingley declined the offer. The Bennets stayed for an additional fifteen minutes before Mr. Bennet got to his feet.

“We have taken up enough of your time, gentlemen. I hope we will see you both at Longbourn in the near future. In fact, if you are not busy with other duties, you are welcome to visit us tomorrow as I know the whole family will be at home.” Mr. Bennet looked at Bingley with his eyes twinkling.

“We would be most pleased to come tomorrow, sir. I look forward to seeing the rest of your family,” Bingley replied delightedly.

Darcy watched this exchange and glanced at James, who was trying very hard to hide a smile. Curious, he leaned close to the young man and asked quietly, “What amuses you so?”

Blushing slightly, James whispered, “I believe there is a particular member of my family who interests Mr. Bingley.”

Nodding his head in understanding, Darcy smiled as well and the two made their goodbyes before Darcy turned to Mr. Bennet and bid farewell to that gentleman. After accompanying Bingley to the door to see them out, Darcy suggested that they begin their tour of Netherfield's grounds. They gathered their hats and walked to the stable, spending the next several hours touring the grounds during which Bingley happily interjected remarks about the inhabitants of Longbourn. This amused Darcy and he teased his friend that he was looking forward to seeing the `beauties of Hertfordshire' and making the acquaintance of an angel.

Chapter 2 - Longbourn and Greystone
At Longbourn the next day the two gentlemen were shown into the parlor and a woman whom Darcy assumed was Mrs. Bennet immediately began twittering at Bingley, welcoming him back to Hertfordshire and scolding him for staying away for so long. Before she could continue her outburst, Bingley bowed and requested the privilege of introducing his friend to the rest of the Bennet family.

“Mrs. Bennet, may I present my friend, Mr. Darcy. Darcy, this is Mrs. Bennet, Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”

Darcy bowed to each of the ladies and expressed his pleasure in making their acquaintance. After returning Darcy's greeting, Mrs. Bennet invited them to sit and called for refreshments. While they waited for tea to arrive, she continued to chide Bingley.

“I was quite put out that you left for London so abruptly, as you never had the opportunity to join us for dinner as you promised. You must make amends and join us, along with your friend in the next few days.”

“I would be most honored to accept your invitation, Mrs. Bennet. Please name the day and I will be at your disposal,” Bingley said gallantly, adding, “and I am sure Darcy would be happy to accept your invitation as well.”

“Indeed, Mrs. Bennet. I too would be honored to join you for dinner.”

Darcy glanced at Bingley as he gazed lovingly at Miss Bennet and then he turned his attention to her younger sister.

“Miss Elizabeth, I had the pleasure of meeting your father and brother yesterday and your brother led me to believe that you enjoy reading and are quite accomplished at the pianoforte.”

“Yes indeed; I have been able to spend many happy hours in my father's library devouring anything and everything in his collection. Papa felt that both Jane and I would benefit from James' tutors and we have all spent much time together debating philosophy, politics, Shakespeare…”

“You are obviously a very accomplished lady. And what of music? Do you have any favorites?”

Elizabeth smiled. “I enjoy most music, sir, but I believe I enjoy the work of Mozart best; however, I think my brother may exaggerate my ability at the pianoforte.”

Their conversation continued pleasantly until refreshments arrived, along with Mr. Bennet and James. After everyone was served, Mr. Bennet remarked,

“Mrs. Bennet said that she would be extending an invitation to dinner. Have you accepted?”

“Indeed they have, Mr. Bennet and I have asked them to join us three days hence,” Mrs. Bennet announced before either gentleman could answer, beaming at Bingley and Jane.

James interjected, “Mr. Darcy, would you have a few minutes to answer some questions I have about Cambridge?”

“Certainly. Please ask me anything you like.”

Joining Elizabeth and Darcy, James questioned Darcy about the various subjects to be studied as well as the best locations for housing, dining and entertainment. Elizabeth listened attentively and occasionally made a comment, but mostly sat silently enjoying the conversation between her brother and this extremely handsome and intelligent man. She caught herself on several occasions staring at him and had to forcibly remove her eyes to look upon her brother to help her focus once again on the conversation.

Darcy was also affected with the presence of James' older sister. While he enjoyed his discussion with the young man, he found himself attracted to the lovely brunette sitting nearby. Miss Elizabeth was charming with a sparkling wit and the ability to carry on an intelligent conversation - something that he rarely found in the ladies that frequented gatherings he attended in London.

James remarked, “I am looking forward to our ride after you view Greystone, Mr. Darcy.”

Elizabeth looked at Darcy with some surprise. “You are looking to purchase Greystone?”

“Yes, I have been planning to purchase an estate and when Bingley told me of some property near Netherfield, I made inquiries and it sounds like it might be exactly what I am seeking. Your brother has kindly offered to show me some of the neighborhood after he and your father view the estate with Bingley and me.”

Elizabeth smiled reminiscently, “The gardens around the house have been woefully neglected, but Mrs. Sinclair used to have the most beautiful roses in the area and I spent many happy hours there. I am sure they could be restored to their former beauty without too much difficulty. I have not been in the house since Mrs. Sinclair died several years ago but I can tell you that the public rooms are quite spacious.”

“That is good to know and your father said that the house itself is in good repair so I will not have to concern myself with extensive renovations if I decide to purchase the property.”

“It would be most pleasant to have both you and Mr. Bingley as our nearest neighbors.”

Elizabeth blushed and Darcy, sensing she thought she was too forward with her comment, reassured her.

“I would look forward to having such charming neighbors. While I will have no one to help me host dinners, I would hope that I can become better acquainted with the neighborhood at local assemblies and such.”

James chuckled. “Mr. Bingley is already well known in the neighborhood so I am sure he will introduce you to many new people. In fact, there will be an assembly next Wednesday that you should plan to attend. It would be a good place for you to meet many of the local families.”

“I will keep that in mind; and I am sure we will attend if the Bennet family is there.” Darcy looked pointedly at Bingley and Jane who were in deep conversation with each other, excluding the rest of the room.

Elizabeth laughed lightly. “I must confess that Jane has been a little out of spirits the past three weeks since Mr. Bingley left the neighborhood. She was most pleased when she heard that he was returning.”

“I have heard nothing but praise from Bingley for the lovely `angel' he met. I can now see he was not exaggerating as your sister seems to have an ethereal quality about her.”

And indeed, Jane seemed to glow when she looked at Bingley and her soft smile contained a look of pure contentment and happiness. Elizabeth remarked fondly, “Yes, Jane is by far the prettiest girl in the neighborhood and has always been admired.”

Darcy stored away his observations and the comments he heard from Miss Bennet's siblings and resolved to speak to Bingley about his attachment. It appeared there was expectation that Bingley would propose and Darcy wanted to be sure he was truly in love with Miss Bennet and not simply infatuated as he had been on several occasions before. As he thought about it, Darcy realized that Bingley displayed signs of greater maturity than he had previously shown and it seemed that being master of an estate made him more responsible than he had been in the past.

After a few additional minutes of polite conversation, Darcy remarked to Bingley that they should be leaving so as not to overstay their welcome. Bingley looked disappointed, but agreed and the two gentlemen departed, but not before giving their reassurances that they would come to tea the next afternoon. Darcy glanced at Elizabeth and noted the pleased smile she directed at him and he gave her one of his own. He was looking forward to seeing Miss Elizabeth again so soon. There was something about the lady that he found very intriguing and he wished to know more about her.

~~~~~

Darcy did not notice the Bennet family sitting in their normal pew in Longbourn chapel when he and Bingley entered. He always attended Sunday services when at Pemberley so it did not seem unusual to him that Bingley would wish to do the same. He sang the hymns and recited the prayers without need of his prayer book so he loaned it to Bingley who seemed to struggle through the words and was unfamiliar with the service. It was Darcy's first intimation that it might have been uncommon for Bingley to attend services. Glancing to his right, he realized that they were seated near the Bennets and the reason for Bingley and he being there was quite clear. It became all the more evident after service ended when Bingley immediately sought out Miss Bennet's company and eagerly accepted Mrs. Bennet's offer to return to Longbourn for a late breakfast. Somewhat amused since they had already eaten before they left Netherfield, Darcy readily agreed to accompany him, looking forward to spending some more time in conversation with Mr. Bennet, James and Elizabeth.

After the meal, Bingley suggested a stroll in the gardens to which Jane readily agreed. Darcy and Elizabeth were asked to join them and the four walked into Longbourn's pleasant surroundings filled with beautifully tended flowerbeds and well-kept paths. Following one such path to a small grove of trees, Elizabeth and Darcy sat on a bench in the shade of a magnificent oak. From their vantage they could watch the other couple's progression through the garden, providing discreet chaperonage without being intrusive.

Elizabeth broke the silence, “May I ask you a question? Where did you meet Mr. Bingley? Did you grow up together?”

“Bingley and I met at Cambridge during our first week there as new students. Within days, it seemed as if we had known each other for years and our friendship has only grown since then. In the past few years, we became business partners in several ventures. I am from the north - Derbyshire - and to be precise, I grew up on an estate called Pemberley which is located near the town of Lambton.”

Elizabeth exclaimed, “Lambton! How amazing; our Aunt Gardiner grew up in that town. I know she is particularly fond of that part of the country.”

Darcy smiled softly and shook his head sadly. “I confess that I also have a great fondness for Derbyshire; however, circumstances are such that I have decided to find property closer to London. My older brother has been Master of Pemberley since my father died and my mother lives there with him. It is not necessary for me to live nearby.”

Finding it a bit odd that he would not wish to be nearer to his family, Elizabeth nonetheless restrained herself from asking about the `circumstances' that compelled him to look at an estate in Hertfordshire - so far from his home county. Regardless of his reasons, she was happy that she could spend time with this handsome gentleman as she was sure they would be called upon to chaperone his friend and her sister on many occasions.

They continued their amiable conversation punctuated with comfortable silences until Bingley and Jane joined them and the group returned to the house where the two gentlemen took their leave and returned to Netherfield.

~~~~~

At ten o'clock on Monday morning, Darcy and Bingley arrived at the gates to Greystone to find the two Bennet men and a third man waiting. Dismounting and greeting Mr. Bennet and James, Darcy was introduced to Mr. Philips and the tour of the estate began. They first looked through the manor, meeting the steward and housekeeper, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper. It was a solidly built house in need of very little repair but the furnishings were old and some required replacement. Mr. Cooper accompanied them as they briefly viewed the gardens surrounding the house. It was as Elizabeth had said - they had been neglected for a number of years and needed tending. From there, they went to the outbuildings and stables where Darcy was very pleased to note that Mr. Bennet had not exaggerated the extent of the facilities. The buildings were spacious and in excellent repair and the carriage house would hold several conveyances.

After viewing all the property close to the manor, they toured the farmlands and tenant holdings. There were a number of fallow fields, but the property farmed by the tenants was well cared for and would not require much effort that growing season. When they had completed the tour, Mr. Cooper excused himself and the group returned to the manor house so Mr. Philips could provide documents and discuss the particulars for purchase of the estate. Bingley and the Bennets were about to excuse themselves, but Darcy requested they remain and hear all the details in order to give him an educated opinion of the transaction. The group listened attentively to Mr. Phillips and several questions were asked before Darcy declared himself satisfied that he had all the necessary information to make a decision. He informed Mr. Phillips that he would provide him with his answer by Wednesday and the group left the estate, Bingley and Mr. Bennet going to Longbourn and Mr. Phillips returning to Meryton while Darcy and James began to explore the surrounding countryside.

During their ride, James asked Darcy many questions mostly about what to expect at Cambridge, but also about London and society there. Darcy sensed the young man's nervousness and hesitancy about his future away from home and he did his best to reassure James that he would do well at university and could wait a year or two before venturing into London society. Himself a rather shy person, Darcy felt compassion for James and knew what a struggle it could be to exert oneself in public. While he would never have Bingley's openness or perpetual good nature, Darcy worked hard to be agreeable and curb his tendency to be withdrawn and taciturn around people he did not know well. He hoped that James would find a friend such as Bingley to help him through his years at Cambridge. It would make the experience that much more pleasant and he would be able to learn to be more open by observing such a person. That day, the two young men formed a friendship that would only grow stronger over time and James often came to Darcy for advice on things he did not feel comfortable discussing with his father.

“Mr. Darcy…”

“Just Darcy, if you please, Mr. Bennet. I feel we have begun a friendship and I do not think such formality is necessary between friends.”

“Very well, Darcy, please call me James - or Bennet - if you prefer.”

“Excellent! Then Bennet it will be as that is surely what you will be called at university and we can get you used to that appellation now,” Darcy teased mildly.

With a slight blush, James nodded. “I am both anxious and excited about leaving for Cambridge in a few months. It will be the first time I have spent any length of time away from my family and I am a bit unsure about everything. Father has assured me that I will enjoy myself - as you know, he also attended Cambridge - and he has given me some advice, but it has been many years since he has been there.”

“It might be a bit intimidating in the beginning, but you will soon feel comfortable there,” Darcy assured him, then offered, “If I decide to purchase Greystone, I will be in the area and could accompany you and your father to Cambridge to introduce you to my old tutors and show you some of the town, if that would be agreeable with your father.”

James' face lit up with a smile and he nodded eagerly. “That would be greatly appreciated, Darcy! I am sure Father would not object to your accompanying us. He would have someone with whom to travel back to Hertfordshire. Thank you for offering - it is very generous of you.”

“Not at all. It has been several years since I have been there and I would enjoy seeing the town again and visiting with old acquaintances.”

While Darcy's motives of extending friendship to James were kindly, it did not hurt that Darcy also found the young man's older sister intriguing. This would likely allow Darcy to spend more time in Miss Elizabeth's company since the two siblings seemed to be particularly close. It appeared that the time spent chaperoning Bingley and Miss Bennet and the time spent with James would allow Darcy to be near Elizabeth quite often.

The two turned towards Longbourn and as they approached, James offered refreshments to Darcy who accepted them gratefully as the day had turned quite warm. Arriving at the front gate, they were greeted by Elizabeth who was returning from a walk. She explained that she had been out with Jane and Bingley and they were a short distance behind her. Elizabeth complained good-naturedly that the two were extremely slow walkers and as if to prove her point, the couple appeared around the bend in the road, walking at a very leisurely pace. Upon seeing the group awaiting them at the gate, the two picked up their pace slightly and soon joined them. They all walked into the courtyard where James and Darcy handed their reins to the waiting groom, having dismounted when they met Elizabeth.

Entering the house, the party went into the parlor where Elizabeth rang for a tray and they arranged themselves in two groups - Bingley and Jane by themselves, talking in low tones and the remaining three sitting in spirited conversation until the refreshments arrived. After serving everyone a glass of lemonade, Elizabeth asked,

“How did you find Greystone, Mr. Darcy? Does it interest you?”

“Indeed, it did and it is as you described. The gardens are in need of work, but the house is sound and the stables are a treat. The farmland appears to be fertile with few problems and excellent tenants, and the forest is quite extensive. I could not ask for anything more; however, I believe I would like to discuss a few things with your father before I make a final decision. I told your uncle I would give him my answer by Wednesday.”

James stood. “Shall I fetch my father for you now? I am sure he would be pleased to offer whatever help he can.”

Thanking James, Darcy nodded his agreement and watched the young man exit the room, leaving him in Elizabeth's company. He knew that he was infatuated with her and he wanted to know more about her. He had not thought about forming any attachments when he first agreed to come to Hertfordshire with Bingley; however, he never expected to find such a charming young lady as Miss Elizabeth Bennet. While he waited for Mr. Bennet to arrive, he took a closer look at her and realized that she had the softest looking skin, beautiful eyes and a charming smile. The longer he looked at her, the more he wished to touch her hand, feel her silky curls, kiss her cheek…

Suddenly snapping himself from his reverie, he realized that he had been staring at her silently for some time and she was giving him a quizzical look. Glancing away, he smiled a bit sheepishly and murmured,

“Forgive me for staring, Miss Elizabeth. I hope you do not think me rude for admiring you in such an open fashion.”

Elizabeth looked slightly startled and then blushed prettily. “Not at all, Mr. Darcy. I shall take it as a compliment as I am sure you are used to associating with the most beautiful women of the Ton.”

He quickly refuted her assertion. “I have seldom encountered any young ladies as lovely as you and certainly none of them can match you in wit and intelligence.” Then suddenly realizing that he had voiced his inner thoughts in such a manner, he blushed as well, complimenting Elizabeth's rosy color admirably.

It was thus that James and his father came upon the couple and Mr. Bennet wondered at the embarrassment both were exhibiting. He liked this young Mr. Darcy and hoped that he would purchase Greystone as he thought he would be an excellent neighbor and a welcome addition to the local society. He was a bit surprised, however, at how quickly he and his Lizzy seemed to form an acquaintance as his daughter was generally slow to begin new friendships. There appeared to be a mutual attraction and this awkwardness that seemed to be evident was interesting to observe. Mr. Bennet was definitely an observer of people - a trait he shared with his second daughter - and he vowed to watch future interactions between the two with great interest.

He arrived in front of the pair, and Darcy rose to bow respectfully. “My son tells me that you have some questions for me. How may I be of service to you?”

“Thank you for sparing some time for me, sir. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about the tenants at Greystone as well as your opinion of the state of the farmlands which appeared to me to be in excellent condition. Since you are more familiar with the types of yields you would expect and my own experience comes from living in the north where we might expect less growth up to this point, I was anxious to have your expertise.”

Mr. Bennet glanced at Elizabeth. “Would you prefer to have this discussion in my library or would you rather stay in my daughter's pleasant company?”

Darcy blushed slightly again, then looked questioningly at Elizabeth. “If Miss Elizabeth would not object, I would like to remain here.”

Indicating she had no objection, Elizabeth offered her father some lemonade which she went to fetch at his agreement. Returning almost immediately, she sat quietly and listened to her father, brother and Darcy discussing all manner of subjects related to estate management and local politics. Darcy's intelligence and understanding of estate matters was impressive and several times Darcy noticed Elizabeth openly staring at him with something close to awe.

The conversation was nearing its end when Mrs. Bennet arrived from a visit to her sister and exclaimed to the room, “Well, this is a most pleasant surprise! Finding two of the handsomest gentlemen in the neighborhood in my parlor is a treat. My sister Phillips and I were just discussing your return to Netherfield, Mr. Bingley and of the arrival of your friend.” Mrs. Bennet nodded to each man in turn as she mentioned them.

Both gentlemen stood awkwardly as they listened with embarrassment to Mrs. Bennet's comments. Mr. Bennet relieved their discomfort when he walked to the door and ushered his wife into her usual chair in front of the fireplace. Elizabeth brought her a cool drink and the group returned to their discussion and Mrs. Bennet joined Bingley and Jane.

Darcy was pleased that Bingley was the one who had to make conversation with the lady. He did not dislike Mrs. Bennet. He just felt slightly uncomfortable in her presence. She was a bit too effusive in her conversation and occasionally her remarks were a little embarrassing both to himself and, he could see, to her children. Mr. Bennet seemed to take most of her comments calmly, but on two occasions, when his wife was a little too outspoken he admonished her quietly and she subsided for a time, looking slightly abashed at his remonstration.

Darcy found the couple's interaction very interesting. While Mrs. Bennet was a little silly at times, she was by no means completely deficient in intelligence - although certainly not the equal of her second daughter. The Bennets seemed to share a bond with one another and even when he quietly scolded her, Mr. Bennet looked at his wife with affection. It was something he had never seen between his own parents and he was fascinated to observe what was obviously a happy marriage. So few couples of his acquaintance and only one couple in his family shared this sort of relationship and he had seldom seen such interactions between a man and wife. It was a pleasant experience.

This is what I would wish for myself. I do not want the `good connections' and `status' that can come from so many marriages of convenience. I would prefer to love or at least have affection for my wife. Anne and Richard have proved it is possible - and now Mr. and Mrs. Bennet… Darcy mused to himself.

He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a question from Elizabeth.

“Mr. Darcy, has my father been able to provide you with enough information to form an opinion about purchasing Greystone?”

“Yes, I believe he has. I must write to my banker and attorney tonight to begin making arrangements. I will make an offer for the property on Wednesday and then hope to finalize the purchase in the near future.”

“That is splendid news, Mr. Darcy!” Mrs. Bennet said excitedly before she glanced at her husband and smiled apologetically.

Mr. Bennet returned her smile. “Please excuse Mrs. Bennet's enthusiasm for having a neighbor who will be out in society. It has been some time since we have had the pleasure of seeing any activities at Greystone. It will be good to have some life breathed back into the place.”

“I look forward to becoming your neighbors and I thank you for your warm welcome. Yet, as I have no female relation to act as my hostess, I am afraid that my entertaining might be somewhat limited.”

“That is of no consequence, sir, as I am sure you will entertain when you are able. You will always be welcomed at Longbourn. I know my husband and son both enjoy your company.”

Thinking to himself that he hoped to include Elizabeth among those who enjoyed his company, Darcy thanked her for her hospitality and promised to reciprocate as soon as he was able. He then turned to Elizabeth and James and received their hopes for a successful purchase, acknowledging Bingley's enthusiastic response to his news.

Bingley and Darcy soon returned to Netherfield since Darcy wanted to send an express to his attorney and banker regarding Greystone, hoping to hear from them before he spoke to Mr. Phillips about the estate. They bid the Bennet family adieu until the next evening when they were expected for dinner.

~~~~~

When they arrived for dinner the next evening, Darcy and Bingley were surprised to see Mr. Phillips and a lady who closely resembled Mrs. Bennet already in the drawing room. The Netherfield gentlemen offered bows to their hosts and were then introduced to Mrs. Phillips. The groups formed much as they had the previous day with Mr. Phillips joining Mr. Bennet, James, Elizabeth and Darcy in conversation. Mrs. Phillips remained with her sister and eldest niece, whom Bingley joined immediately upon entering the room.

If Darcy thought Mrs. Bennet had exhibited silly behavior, he soon discovered that it was a family trait. He noted that Mrs. Phillips indulged in inane conversation in a very outspoken manner, which led Mrs. Bennet to be less subdued than she had been the previous day.

Mr. Bennet leaned toward Darcy and spoke softly, “I apologize for my sister-in-law's…hmm…enthusiasm. My brother Phillips does not curb his wife's tongue and therefore, we are the unlucky recipients of her gossip, silly conjectures, and sometimes vulgar comments. I assure you it was not my intent to subject either you or Mr. Bingley to this, but my wife extended the invitation during their visit yesterday and it could not be undone.”

“Do not be concerned, sir. I have been subjected to such conversation on other occasions, but none quite so…boisterous…shall we say?”

The two gentlemen chuckled softly and then turned their attention to the conversation between the other three, listening to the lively debate. Elizabeth had mentioned an article she read in the newspaper and voiced an opinion, which Mr. Phillips objected to strongly. He broke off the rather spirited exchange between himself, James and Elizabeth.

“I say, Bennet! Your daughter gives her opinion rather decidedly for someone so young. How is it she knows so much about such topics? Do you not think she is stepping into the male realm a bit too much?”

“On the contrary; I am pleased that Elizabeth is so well informed. I would not wish for her to be ignorant of the world and its happenings. She and James often debate different points of view - I believe it is excellent practice for James and will set him in good stead when he reaches university.”

Although he kept his thoughts to himself, Darcy agreed wholeheartedly with Mr. Bennet's sentiments. He enjoyed listening to Elizabeth's opinions and it was refreshing to hear something other than fashion and parties being discussed by a young lady. She only continued to rise in his estimation and he looked forward to engaging her in some of these discussions in the future.

Harrumphing, Mr. Phillips looked a bit put out and Elizabeth quickly changed the subject to one of mutual interest to everyone in the group - Greystone.

“Mr. Darcy, did Papa tell you that the previous owner of Greystone was very knowledgeable about horses? I would imagine from observing the beautiful animal you ride, that you share an interest in such things.”

“Yes, your father did indeed inform me of that gentleman's interest. The stables were most impressive and were quite the highlight when we toured the property yesterday. I also discovered during our ride yesterday that your brother is an avid horseman.”

“Yes indeed, Mr. Darcy,” Mr. Phillips interjected. “The estate is a very good investment - I hope you do not let it slip through your hands.”

Mr. Bennet, sensing his daughter's sudden discomfort, quickly changed the topic.

“Yes, yes, Phillips. I am sure Mr. Darcy is well aware of Greystone's value; however, let us not discuss business at present.” Turning to his daughter, he teased, “Lizzy, would you like to speak of the upcoming assembly tomorrow evening? I am sure that you wish to tell us all what lovely dress you will wear and how you plan to arrange your hair.”

“Papa! Do not tease me so!” Elizabeth admonished with a smile. “You know that such things are of no interest to any in this company but myself. I will refrain from discussing the color of my dress and any other such subjects until we separate after dinner.”

Smiling at the gentle banter between father and daughter, Darcy joined the conversation, astonishing himself and the rest of the group with his request.

“Before we leave the subject of the assembly, Miss Bennet, I would like to request the first two dances with you if you are not otherwise engaged.”

With a surprised, but pleased look, Elizabeth agreed. “Thank you Mr. Darcy. I would be happy to dance the first two with you. This certainly answers the question as to whether you were planning to attend the assembly so I may assume that Mr. Bingley will join you as well.”

Blushing at again speaking his inner thoughts, Darcy nodded. “Yes, Bingley mentioned the assembly and his desire to attend. We will both be there.”

Both Elizabeth and Darcy were spared from further embarrassment when dinner was announced only moments later and the company rose to move to the dining room. Before realizing what his gesture might indicate, Darcy offered to escort Elizabeth and she shyly placed her hand in the crook of his arm. Immediately, he was glad he had made the offer for the feel of her small hand on his arm felt like fire and a warm, tingling sensation went rushing through him. It was an unexpected, but extremely pleasurable occurrence.

Dinner was enjoyable - the food was excellent and the company, for the most part, was entertaining. In Darcy's opinion, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips seemed out of place in this household - they were a bit too loud, a bit too opinionated, and a bit too vulgar. Bingley seemed oblivious to everything around him other than his `angel' and Mrs. Bennet was engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Phillips, speaking less loudly than her sister, but still at a volume that could be heard by the entire table. On more than one occasion, Mr. Bennet cleared his throat and looked pointedly at his wife and the volume of her conversation would diminish for a time. Mr. Phillips was concentrating on his meal and drink, and it was obvious that he was still put out by their earlier discussion as he would occasionally cast a disapproving glance at his niece and harrumph when she talked of topics he obviously felt were inappropriate for her.

One such topic was about the newly opened men's club in Meryton. Elizabeth voiced her opinion that she could not understand why women were excluded from such settings as they also enjoyed conversation and good food. Mr. Bennet chuckled at this and pointed out that men also smoked cigars and discussed business at the club and women would certainly not wish to be involved in such conversations. Mr. Phillips immediately seconded Mr. Bennet's comments, not realizing that the gentleman was simply teasing his daughter and provoking a lively response. Darcy had been watching and listening to the exchange with interest and when he saw father and daughter look at each other after Mr. Phillips' comment, he realized that it was obviously a long-standing game played between the two.

James, who was sitting next to Darcy and across from Elizabeth, leaned over and commented softly, “I believe you have discovered one of my father's favorite pastimes. He greatly enjoys a good debate and will take the opposing side as often as possible to forward a discussion. I do not think that Lizzy totally believes her statement any more than Father believes his; however, it does make for lively dinner conversation, does it not?”

Smiling at the younger man, Darcy jokingly replied, “I had begun to think that your sister might be one of the bluestockings that we so often hear of and she might be tempted to storm the doors of the club just to make her point.”

Looking a bit appalled at the suggestion, James hurriedly said, “Oh no! Do not think my sister is anything other than the lady that she is. She is the best of sisters and has always been prodigiously kind to me. She is a most caring person and would never…”

Darcy forestalled the rest of his statement by holding up his hand. “I am joking, Bennet. Do not think that I hold your sister in anything but the highest esteem. She is an intelligent woman and I enjoy her company immensely.” Then realizing what he was saying, Darcy abruptly stopped speaking before he revealed his interest entirely.

James smiled knowingly at him. “Yes, Lizzy is a very intelligent lady. She has challenged me on many occasions and has beaten me soundly in several debates. If you feel capable, I would recommend you try crossing verbal swords with her. I think you would be most entertained.”

Darcy watched the lady in question, captivated by her animated manner and murmured, “Yes, I believe I shall try that in the very near future.”

Chapter 3 - Mid to Late July
The next day, Darcy visited Mr. Phillips to discuss the purchase of Greystone.

“Mr. Darcy. I am pleased to see you so early this morning. Have you decided whether you will purchase Greystone?” Mr. Phillips asked obsequiously.

“Yes, Mr. Phillips. I decided to offer for the property and I hope we can come to a mutual agreement during this meeting.”

“Of course, of course. Shall we discuss the terms and then settle on a date of occupancy?”

Darcy handed Mr. Phillips several documents. “Here is the appropriate paperwork my attorney provided me and I have a letter from my banker with all the pertinent financial information. Is there anything else you require from me?”

After a short perusal, Mr. Phillips replied, “No sir, I think that is all that is necessary. I can finalize the agreement and you should be able to take possession of the property by the end of the month - shall we say August first?”

“That is acceptable; however, I would like to work with Mr. and Mrs. Cooper prior to that time in order to staff the house and grounds as well as become acquainted with the estate. Is this possible?”

“It seems reasonable to me, sir. You are free to contact the Coopers and put into motion whatever preparations you see fit. Shall I forward any pertinent paperwork to Netherfield?”

“Please do so and you may inform me when you wish me to come to sign the final agreements.” Darcy stood and bowed, “Good day to you sir.”

Mr. Phillips hastily got to his feet and returned the bow. “Thank you sir; it has been pleasurable doing business with you.”

Darcy nodded and departed the office, immediately setting off for Longbourn to speak with Mr. Bennet regarding his meeting. He already considered the gentleman a mentor and wished to keep him informed of his plans.

~~~~~

Darcy and Bingley heard the sound of voices and the occasional laugh drift from the open windows of the assembly hall. They walked through the doorway and several in the crowd noticed their arrival. Among them were the Bennets and Mr. Phillips. Mr. Phillips nearly accosted Darcy when Mr. Bennet smoothly stepped in and extended his hand.

“Welcome, Mr. Darcy. I am pleased to see you and Mr. Bingley this evening. Will you not join my family and me?”

Before his brother-in-law could say anything, Mr. Bennet ushered the two gentlemen away towards his family, commenting softly in Darcy's ear, “Phillips has been crowing over his skill in negotiating Greystone's sale ever since he arrived. I thought to warn you if you hear any comments concerning his version of the transaction. He is self-important at times, but he means well, and you are his new best friend, I wager.”

Darcy shot a surprised look at Mr. Bennet, who patted his back and winked. “Do not concern yourself. You will soon be replaced by some other of his great accomplishments. I only thought it best to warn you before he managed to corner you to introduce you to all his acquaintances.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate your concern and I will venture to stay out of his line of vision,” Darcy remarked dryly.

Mr. Bennet chuckled. “We will do our best to shelter you within our group; however, you may be required to retreat to the dance floor to completely avoid him.”

“I have already requested Miss Elizabeth's hand for the first set so I see no problem using that method to accomplish my goal. Indeed, sir, I may have to resort to asking every lady in your party for a dance. Does Mrs. Bennet enjoy a reel?” Darcy teased.

Mr. Bennet's chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. “I believe you will not be required to go so far as to ask my wife to dance; however, I am sure both Jane and Lizzy will help keep you safe from their uncle.”

“Papa, what is so amusing?” Elizabeth asked as her father, Darcy, and Bingley joined them. “Have you and Mr. Darcy found something diverting about the assembly?”

“No, no, my dear Lizzy, I was only teasing Mr. Darcy regarding his popularity with your uncle and you must do your best to guard him from falling into your uncle's clutches. We must keep Mr. Darcy entertained so he does not think he made a mistake in joining our community.”

“Of course, Papa; I will be more than happy to do what I can for the cause.” Elizabeth looked mischievously at Darcy. “It would not do for Mr. Darcy to get the wrong impression of his new community and its occupants so soon after joining the neighborhood.”

“On the contrary, Miss Bennet; I already formed an opinion of my nearest neighbors and I find nothing wanting. I am sure the rest of the neighborhood will prove to be as amiable.”

Darcy watched Elizabeth's cheeks take on a rosy hue at his veiled compliment. He smiled and she nodded shyly in acknowledgement.

Darcy noticed Mr. Bennet watching him intently before the older gentleman looked down and leaned in to hear his wife's whispered comment, responding to her and then returning his gaze to Darcy. Mrs. Bennet also looked up and smiled at Darcy, confirming his feeling that Elizabeth's parents were discussing him.

“I will also help in whatever way I am able, Darcy,” James added. “We will do our best to keep you safe.”

Darcy bowed slightly. “I thank you for your concern and any help you wish to render will be gratefully accepted.”

The musicians began the opening strains to the first set; Darcy smiled as he held out his hand to Elizabeth. “I believe you promised this first set to me, Miss Elizabeth. Will you begin your protection of my person now?”

“It will be my pleasure, Mr. Darcy.” Elizabeth took the proffered hand, gave a small curtsey and returned his smile.

Joining the rest of the dancers, they faced each other and as the dance began, Darcy was pleased to watch Elizabeth's graceful movements and feel her gloved hand in his own. He had known her for less than a week, yet he was already fascinated by her - more than he had ever been by any woman before. He easily saw himself becoming utterly infatuated with her in a very brief amount of time and wondered if this could possibly be what love felt like. Never having felt this way before, he was at a loss to describe the sensation, but whatever it was, it was most pleasant.

“We must have some conversation, Mr. Darcy. It would look strange if we did not speak a little during our half an hour together.”

“My apologies, Miss Elizabeth, I was woolgathering. Shall we discuss books?”

“Oh no! I can never discuss books while dancing. It takes too much concentration and I might step on your toes if I were not paying close attention.” Elizabeth's eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Ah, well my toes will thank you now for keeping them safe. If not books then what do you wish to discuss?”

“Hmm…let me think a moment.” Wrinkling her brow in feigned concentration, Elizabeth's face brightened and she remarked playfully, “I know! You can tell me about your meeting with my uncle and how clever he was to get you to purchase Greystone!”

Darcy chuckled. “Now, Miss Bennet, you must know that you are asking me to admit that Mr. Phillips got the better of me during the transaction. That is a great deal to ask of a gentleman and I am afraid that I must decline.”

She pouted unconvincingly. “If you will not reveal your lack of negotiating skills, then I must insist you tell me when you hope to take possession of Greystone. Will you move in soon?”

“I hope to take possession on August first. In the meantime, however, your uncle negotiated with me that I be able to spend time with Mr. and Mrs. Cooper prior to my occupancy. I want to become familiar with the estate before harvest and waiting until I am in residence does not allow me much time. Is that a satisfactory answer, madam?”

“Indeed, sir, it is most satisfactory. Will you have Mrs. Cooper begin hiring staff and making renovations?”

“I would like to have everything in place by the time I move in so I will ask Mrs. Cooper to hire what staff she feels is necessary and we will discuss any changes that are needed to make the house habitable. I do not believe much will need to be done immediately, but I will look to Mrs. Cooper for guidance in the matter.”

“Miss Eliza! Such superior dancing and with such a handsome partner.” A portly gentleman bowed to Darcy. “Sir William Lucas, at your service sir.”

Darcy bowed in return. “Fitzwilliam Darcy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Ah yes, Mr. Darcy. Mr. Phillips told me of his negotiations with you. I hope he did not take advantage of you,” Sir William commented earnestly.

Darcy glanced at Elizabeth and smiled slightly as he watched her biting her lower lip to suppress her laughter. “No sir. I feel I made an excellent deal and I will be pleased to reside in Hertfordshire.”

“Capital, capital!” exclaimed Sir William, clapping his pudgy hands and bowing once more. “I see Miss Eliza's eyes upbraiding me for keeping you from the dance so I will leave you to it.”

Looking at each other, Elizabeth and Darcy both laughed and resumed their place in the dance. “I am thankful your father warned me of Mr. Phillips' remarks. I might have been rude if I had been caught off guard by Sir William.”

“You acquitted yourself admirably, sir. You will be a credit to the neighborhood, to be sure.”

“You are teasing me again, Miss Bennet. I shall have to report your conduct to your father as he specifically requested that you entertain me and with remarks such as that, I feel the entertainment is all on your side,” Darcy rebuked playfully.

“I have been caught out! Please, sir, have pity and do not report my disobedience to my father. He would be most displeased to know that I have been impertinent.” Her plea was unconvincing as she could not resist smiling broadly, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

Darcy, captivated by her smile and sparkling eyes as well as her witty repartee, returned her smile dazedly and was unable to make any coherent comment. Yes, he was in very great danger of falling hopelessly in love with Elizabeth Bennet and he did not think he would mind in the least.

~~~~~

Less than two weeks after his meeting with Mr. Phillips, Darcy took possession of Greystone. His father's chair and the desk were placed in the Master's chambers and the books he removed from Pemberley were placed on a shelf of their own amongst the collection of books already found in the library. Darcy would inventory the library's contents later, but for now he wanted to make the room his own by adding his personal reading material.

Darcy was as pleased with Mrs. Cooper as he had been on his first meeting with her. He initially noticed she possessed the same caring attitude as Mrs. Reynolds and he had not been disappointed on their further acquaintance. The lady was everything he could wish for in a housekeeper and he found himself gravitating to her for advice about purchasing needed items for the house.

He did not want to make extensive changes yet. He hoped to soon be able to give that occupation to another. Elizabeth. His mind did not stray far from her and he was certain that she was the ideal mistress for his new estate. While he had only known her for a month, he was convinced she was everything he had ever desired in a wife and life companion. She was beautiful, talented, witty and intelligent. She challenged him and she made him happy. He knew what he needed to do, but should he wait a little longer?

~~~~~

Darcy wrote to Mrs. Reynolds shortly after purchasing Greystone, promising to keep her informed about his life and how she could contact him. He was not surprised to receive a letter in return; however, he was surprised by the crate accompanying the letter. Holding the missive, Darcy thought back to the last time he saw Mrs. Reynolds.

With his belongings packed, Darcy made his way to the housekeeper's parlor and knocked softly. “Mrs. Reynolds? May I speak with you?”

The door opened almost immediately and a small woman with graying hair immediately ushered him into the room. “Of course, Master William, please come in. May I get you some tea?”

“No thank you. I just wished to say goodbye. It is not likely that I will be returning to Pemberley in the future so I wanted to see you before I left,” Darcy said gently.

“Not returning, sir? Whatever can you mean? Are you going to be traveling?”

Darcy shook his head sadly. “No Mrs. Reynolds. I am sure you will soon hear from my mother that my name is no longer to be spoken within the household. We had a rather heated argument and she made demands of me, which I am unable - nay, unwilling - to obey. I was told to remove myself from her presence.”

Reaching for his hand, she patted it gently. “Oh Master William, I am so sorry! I hoped her ladyship had softened towards you but I have been mistaken.”

“It does not matter. I will never be more than the spare in her eyes and I seem to be dispensable to the household.” He shook himself out of his pensiveness and he smiled charmingly at her.

Wester will arrange for my belongings to be sent to the Clarendon Hotel in London. If I may impose upon you, will you ensure that everything is sent?”

Mrs. Reynolds smiled in return. “Of course I will see that all of your belongings are included. Have you set aside the required items needed from the library?”

“You know me too well. Yes, I placed them in my chamber along with two pieces of furniture I would like sent - Father's armchair from my room and the small desk he gave me on my birthday before he died.”

Darcy gave her another small smile intermingled with sadness and sighed. “I shall miss you most keenly, Mrs. Reynolds. You have always been such a comfort to me.”

“Oh Master William, I shall miss you as well. Do take good care of yourself and please write to me.” Mrs. Reynolds sniffed, trying to check her tears, but she failed and allowed them to roll freely down her cheeks.

Gathering her into his arms, Darcy laid his cheek on top of her head and whispered, “I shall write to you; I promise. I will never forget you, dear lady. You have been more of a mother to me than my own. Please take good care of yourself and Mr. Reynolds.”

Releasing the small woman, he cleared his throat, wiped the tears that filled his eyes and said firmly, “I must be away. I will inform you of my arrival in London.” Before she could say more, Darcy left Mrs. Reynolds' parlor, walked to the front door, and took his hat and cane from the butler.

Darcy held out his hand. “Mr. Reynolds, I shall miss you. Your wife will inform you of my circumstances.”

Mr. Reynolds seemed surprised by the gesture, yet took the proffered hand and murmured, “Yes, sir.” Darcy felt the butler's eyes on his back as he walked down the steps to the waiting carriage.

Darcy shook himself from his reverie and opened the letter.

Dear Master William,

I have sent a few additional items that I felt you should have in your new home, as well as a box that was recently located in the attics. I noted your initials on the top and wanted to ensure it was returned to you. I imagine the key you carry on the watch fob your father gave you will fit this lock.

The rest of the crate contains your father's journals and personal mementos that I located in the attics as well. I am sure they will not be missed by your mother and I am equally sure that your father would want you to have them.

I hope you are well and happily settled in your new home. Mr. Reynolds joins me in sending you our best wishes for the future.

With affection,
Agatha Reynolds

Darcy followed Mrs. Reynolds' suggestion and reached for his watch fob and the small key that was attached to it. He always wondered what the key opened, but when his father gave him the fob and key on his fourteenth birthday, he told him that he would learn its use when the time was right. In the ten years since his father died, the meaning of his father's cryptic statement had never been revealed but it appeared that he might now learn what he meant. He located the small wooden box that Mrs. Reynolds nestled amongst the other items in the crate, and placed it on his desk and used the key to open it. Inside, was a stack of papers, a small velvet bag, and on the very top, a letter addressed to him in his father's bold handwriting. He slowly opened it and realized that it had been written on his fourteenth birthday - a few months before his father's death.

May 26, 1801

My dear William,

You will no doubt wonder why I am writing to you. Let me explain - I have several things I feel are necessary to relate to you and wanted them to be in writing so there would be no misunderstanding. When you read this you will have reached your majority and I am sure you will be unsurprised by some of my revelations. I hope we will be able to discuss this but in the event I do not recover from this present illness, I wanted you to know my feelings.

First, I wish to tell you why I always call you `William' instead of `Fitzwilliam' as the rest of the family does. It is for the very simple reason that I did not want to name you Fitzwilliam. I detest the name. Your mother desired it and you know how formidable an opponent she can be. Fitzwilliam, as you know, is her maiden name and I did not wish to burden you with the onus of such an overwhelming history. Since she won her point on your first name, I insisted on giving you your second - Edward - after my father, who was the best man I have ever known. I hope you will emulate him and not your mother's family.

You know, my son, your mother and her family are an extremely proud and unbending lot. There is no person of any importance outside their own family circle and they always look down on anyone of less social standing. I was accepted into the family due to being the richest suitor Lady Anne had and there were no members of the peerage desiring an alliance with her. I am sure you are unaware of the circumstances relating to my courtship of your mother. It turned out to be a marriage of convenience; I was looking for a well-connected lady, but I also thought I was in love. She sought a man who could further increase her own self-importance and cared not the least for me. I learned, to my great regret, that while she was beautiful and convincingly pleasant, she was a hard, cold woman who thought only of herself. Childbearing was a necessary evil she had to endure for the sake of propriety and my need for an heir.

Have you ever wondered why there is a large gap in age between you and your brother? Your mother forbade me her bed except on a few rare occasions. I was too much a gentleman to force myself upon her and I seldom demanded my marital rights, but on one such occasion, you were the result. I never desired anything more in my life than to have a second chance at raising my son in the way I wished. Your mother was Harold's sole influence during his early years as I traveled extensively during that time and had very little contact with him from the age of two to ten. He then left for school and my influence was even more negligible. Harold is the result of your mother's work - the image of the Fitzwilliam family pride. He resembles your mother and carries the old Earl's name as your mother insisted. He is selfish, spoiled, and overbearing with little to recommend him other than Pemberley. One day, he will be the Master of Pemberley and will, no doubt and to my dismay, be the ruin of this great estate. He cares for nothing except his own amusement and gratification.

I strive to raise you with the principles my father instilled in me. It is too late for Harold; he is already formed and will not heed my guidance. His mother has poisoned him against me and he affords me only the respect of the man who holds the purse-strings. I failed miserably with him. I hope you will learn to value people for who they are and not what they can do for you; that you will respect any man - no matter what his station in life - who deserves your respect; and that you will always be fair and honest in your dealings.

If you remember nothing else that I have written in this letter, please remember this: I love you more than I can ever express and I hope only the best for you. Follow your instincts and do what you think is best - not what your mother or the rest of the family wants. As the second son, you make your own way in this world and I want to ensure you have a solid foundation upon which to build that future. Shortly after you were born, I set aside the amount of your mother's dowry for your inheritance - 30,000 pounds - and I hope you will use it to make a good life for yourself and your family. Do not feel obligated to bow to your mother's wishes.

I hope this letter does not sound like the disgruntled words of a disappointed man. While I certainly had many disappointments during my time with your mother, you are not one of them. You have always been a joy to me, William, and I know you will not disappoint me. You have not only the looks of your Grandfather Darcy, but also his strength and moral uprightness. Do not ever change, my son. You emulate a good and decent man. I will always be proud of you, no matter what you elect to do in this life for I know you will choose carefully and properly.

Your loving father,
George Edward Darcy

Dashing away a few tears that had formed in his eyes, Darcy thought about the letter for quite some time. He knew his parents' marriage was not a particularly happy one and he had never seen any true affection between them, but it was heartbreaking to discover that his father had been so discontent for so many years. He was even more determined to marry for love - he owed his family nothing and they would not influence his choice of wife - Elizabeth was the woman he wanted.

Some things that puzzled him while he was growing up now made sense. Darcy never questioned why his father called him “William”, but now he understood. When he thought it over, Mrs. Reynolds had never called him anything else either - possibly it was her way of showing her own discontent with his mother's treatment of him.

From the time he could remember, his mother had always looked at him with something close to dislike and certainly never any fondness. She tolerated his presence at family gatherings and spent as little time as possible in his company. By contrast, his father spent as much time as possible with him, teaching him to ride, introducing him to his favorite books, taking him to Lambton when he had business there. Mr. Darcy had made sure that Mrs. Reynolds watched out for him - when he was sick, Mrs. Reynolds sat with him; when he injured himself in some boyish escapade, Mrs. Reynolds bandaged the wound and comforted him. He never remembered receiving any affection from his mother - it was either his father or Mrs. Reynolds who cared for him. When his father died, Darcy had turned to Mrs. Reynolds to help him through the loss and together, they found a way for him to cope.

Now, sitting in his study, in his own home, Darcy thanked his father's wisdom in providing him a generous inheritance and he now understood his father's reason for giving him that amount. He saw the irony in his father's gesture - whether his mother wanted to acknowledge him or not, she had been the means of allowing him independence. Darcy would be forever grateful for his father's foresight in making it possible for him to escape his mother's influence.

Setting aside his father's letter, Darcy reached back into the box and briefly shuffled through the remaining papers. They appeared to be legal documents of some sort and he would peruse them more thoroughly after he examined the velvet pouch. He opened it and dumped the contents into his palm and gasped in amazement when a beautiful diamond and sapphire ring and a note fell out.

This was your Grandmother Darcy's engagement ring for you to give to your future wife.

Tears welled in his eyes again as he realized what he had been given - a piece of his family's history and a legacy for his children. Oh, how he wished his father were there so he could thank him…

Returning the ring to its pouch, Darcy placed it in the box along with the letter and legal documents, carefully relocking it and putting it in the bottom drawer of his desk. Then he stood and strode purposefully from the room. He would look at the remaining items later. Now he had a call to make and a question to ask and a positive answer would make him a happy man. The letter and the gift of the ring seemed like a sign from his father that he approved of his wish to have Elizabeth as his wife and he would go and ask for permission to court her.

~~~~~

Darcy arrived at Longbourn to find Elizabeth, Jane and Bingley just leaving the house for a walk. Immediately joining the trio, he bowed to the ladies and asked if he could join them. Jane smiled sweetly and Elizabeth responded, “Of course, Mr. Darcy, you are most welcome.”

Falling into step beside Elizabeth, Darcy asked where they were going and was told they were heading to Oakham Mount to view the surrounding area.

“You will see quite a vista, sir. Most of Greystone can be viewed from there,” Elizabeth informed him.

“This I must see - I am very curious to view the entire estate and from such a vantage I can compare Greystone to Netherfield and have you point out all the advantages to my owning such a remarkable estate,” Darcy joked.

Elizabeth laughed lightly. “I shall certainly point out the differences to you if you wish, but I believe Mr. Bingley has the advantage of you when it comes to the gardens surrounding the house.”

“Sadly, you are correct. Mr. Cooper found a gardener and several groundsmen, but the work has barely begun to restore the rose garden to its former glory. I hope you will come to view it once it has been completed.”

“I would be pleased to see the house and grounds again. Thank you for your kind invitation.”

The couple advanced quite some distance ahead of Bingley and Jane and the conversation suddenly took a more serious tone. Elizabeth glanced at Darcy.

“Has Mr. Bingley informed you that he proposed to Jane?”

“No, he has not. Well, I must congratulate them both. When did this occur?”

“Yesterday afternoon. Mr. Bingley came to tea and they managed to slip away from me for a few minutes. When I discovered them, I found Jane with the most beautiful smile on her face and I am sure Mr. Bingley's face would have split if he tried to smile any wider. I am glad my inattentiveness resulted in such a happy occurrence for them.”

Smiling at her, Darcy teased, “Yes, most fortuitous on your part. You are to be commended for your poor chaperoning skills.”

Turning to him Elizabeth gave him a look of mock indignation. “Why Mr. Darcy! That is very unkind of you to point out my faults. You have brought me to realize that my attention has again slipped and we have lost our walking partners. As punishment, I require you to return down the lane and ferret out the happy couple.”

Waving her hand in a shooing motion, Elizabeth indicated that Darcy should begin his search. Instead, he reached out and grasped the offending hand and held it tightly between his own.

“Miss Elizabeth, before I do your bidding I have a question I must ask you. I know our acquaintance has not been of long duration, but I must tell you that I have come to admire you most ardently. If you feel you might be able to return my sentiments, would you consent to me courting you?” Darcy looked at her anxiously.

A look of happy surprise suffused Elizabeth's face and she blushed prettily as she stammered, “My goodness…this is most unexpected, Mr. Darcy. I-I find I am…that is…I would be very pleased to accept.”

Gracing her with a wide smile that showed his dimples to perfection, Darcy raised her hand to his lips and kissed it fervently. “Thank you Miss Bennet. You have made me a very happy man today.”

The other couple appeared behind them at that moment and both Jane and Bingley could see that something momentous had occurred. Jane walked directly to her sister. “Lizzy? Are you well?”

“Indeed, Jane. I could not be better.” Turning to glance at Darcy, she asked with her eyes whether she should inform her sister of their new understanding. Taking it upon himself, Darcy announced, “Yes, Miss Bennet, we are both extremely well. I asked Miss Elizabeth for permission to court her and she agreed.”

Jane's face lit with joy and she immediately embraced her sister, exclaiming her happiness for her. Bingley shook Darcy's hand, congratulating him as well. In turn, Darcy congratulated his friend on his engagement and kissed Jane's hand, giving her his best wishes while Bingley kissed Elizabeth's hand in congratulation.

The couples continued their walk to Oakham Mount and they were soon gazing down over the countryside, with Elizabeth and Jane pointing out different areas of interest while Darcy and Bingley surveyed their estates and jokingly compared one to the other. After nearly an hour of talking, laughing and taking in the sights, the four returned to Longbourn where Darcy would seek Mr. Bennet's permission to formally court Elizabeth.

At Longbourn Jane and Bingley went to the parlor while Elizabeth accompanied Darcy to her father's study door. She smiled at him encouragingly and at that moment Darcy wanted nothing more than to kiss her - several times. Smiling in return, he reached out and knocked on the door. He received permission to enter and stepped in while Elizabeth watched him until he closed the door behind him. She went into the parlor to anxiously wait with Bingley, Jane, and her mother. She was not afraid that her father would refuse Darcy, but she wondered what her father's reaction would be to the request. She did not have long to wait; within five minutes, the two men entered the room. Elizabeth glanced up and saw smiles suffusing both their faces.

Mr. Bennet cleared his throat. “I have an announcement to make, but I will wait until James arrives. Hill went to fetch him and it should only be a moment.” Mrs. Bennet looked at her husband curiously while Bingley smiled knowingly and Jane sat serenely. Elizabeth fidgeted a bit in her chair before she caught Darcy's eye and noticed his amusement at her discomfort. She tossed her head defiantly and straightened her shoulders. Looking straight at him, she silently dared him to laugh at her. He nodded slightly as if in acquiescence and she relaxed her posture, allowing a smile to appear.

James entered the parlor looking a bit concerned after being summoned in such a manner, but relaxed when he saw that his father appeared in good humor and there seemed to be nothing amiss. He sat near Elizabeth and waited expectantly for his father to speak.

“Mrs. Bennet, James, Jane…I wish to tell you all that Mr. Darcy requested to court our Lizzy and I was most pleased to give him my permission.”

Mrs. Bennet gasped and exclaimed, “My dear girl! How grand! I did not know that you had a fondness for Mr. Darcy. How wonderful this is - my daughters both settled so near to Longbourn! Why I will be able to visit every day and prov-- ”

“Mrs. Bennet, please!” Mr. Bennet admonished.

She startled and then inhaling sharply she glanced embarrassedly at Darcy. “Yes, of course. Please forgive me Mr. Darcy. I was so excited to hear the news.”

“I understand, Mrs. Bennet,” replied Darcy kindly.

James leapt from his seat, stood before his sister and pulled her into a hug. He whispered, “Darcy is a good man and I am very happy for you, Lizzy.”

As he released her, Elizabeth looked up at her brother and squeezed his hand. “Thank you, James. I am very pleased as well.”

Darcy joined them at that moment and James extended his hand to congratulate him. Grasping it firmly, Darcy thanked him sincerely for his good wishes. Reaching for Elizabeth's hand, Darcy bestowed a tender kiss upon it, placed it in the crook of his arm and then cleared his throat.

“I would like to invite you all to Greystone for dinner tomorrow evening. I am anxious to have you come to celebrate with me on the purchase of my own estate.”

Everyone enthusiastically agreed and Darcy smiled at Elizabeth. She smiled back at him and murmured, “I look forward to seeing Greystone again, Mr. Darcy.”

Staying for another half-hour enjoying Elizabeth's company and joining the lively conversation between brother, sister and father, Darcy then excused himself, returned to Greystone and informed Mrs. Cooper of the dinner party the following evening.

~~~~~

Darcy retreated to his study where the crate from Pemberley waited his attention. Retrieving the box from his desk, he again opened it with the small key on his fob and pulled out the legal papers. He discovered that it was a copy of his father's will along with documents revealing that his father had invested in a cotton mill in Manchester and just a week prior to his death, had signed those shares over to Darcy. He read through his father's will and realized why he was only now receiving the letter. Specified in the document, Mr. Darcy had asked that the contents of the box be given to him when he reached one and twenty years; however, since the box had been sent to the attic along with his father's personal belongings, no one had known to give it to him. Darcy was sure his mother would not have concerned herself to locate the box - she did not benefit by him receiving anything from his father.

Darcy set aside the will and perused the Manchester mill document more thoroughly. His father made an initial investment of 10,000 pounds in 1788 and according to the terms of the agreement, in lieu of profit disbursements, the annual amount would be used to purchase additional shares in the mill. Since there had been no need for any correspondence between Mr. Darcy and the mill, this asset was overlooked when the estate had been settled. Darcy knew that he needed to contact his solicitor to investigate the current value of the investment and he thought he would likely sell those shares to be used towards improving the estate. He penned an express to Parnell, including the particulars in the document and requested that he contact Darcy as soon as he had any information. He sat back in his chair, steepled his fingers under his chin and thought of the last time he saw his father before Mr. Darcy's death.

Darcy had entered his father's chamber, stopping just inside the door waiting for Mr. Darcy to acknowledge him. His father was just concluding some business with his steward and as that man gathered his papers, Mr. Darcy saw his son waiting for him. Smiling wanly, he motioned for Darcy to come closer and clasped his hand.

“How are you feeling today, Father?” Darcy asked anxiously.

“I am as well as can be expected, William,” Mr. Darcy responded hoarsely. Leaning his head back against his pillows, he motioned to the pitcher sitting on the bedside table and asked quietly for some water. Darcy poured a glass and held it for his father, helping him to take small sips to wet his parched lips and throat. He then returned to the chair by the bed.

“I asked you to come today because I know that I do not have much longer on this earth. I want you to know that I am sorry I have to leave you before you are grown and able to go out into the world. I would wish that I was able to see you married and with a family of your own, but that is not to be…”

Mr. Darcy's voice became strained and he closed his eyes briefly, painfully taking a deep breath.

“I know the next few years will not be easy for you, William, but you will be at school most of the year and then you will attend Cambridge. I made provisions for your university expenses so you need not worry about requesting funds from Harold. My will states very clearly that if either he or your mother raises any objections to your expenses, they are in danger of losing their portions of my bequests to them. I did my best to provide for you until you are able to go out on your own. You will receive the bulk of your inheritance when you reach one and twenty and I hope you will be prudent with it.”

He squeezed Darcy's hand, whispering, “I love you, Son. Do not ever forget that. You are the best thing to happen to me in this life and I am glad for the time we had together.”

Tears flowed down Darcy's face. “I love you too, Father.” He dropped his head and placed several kisses on the back of his father's hand and rested his cheek atop their joined hands.

Mr. Darcy gently stroked his son's dark curls with his other hand, reclined into his pillows and fell into an exhausted sleep. Darcy remained in that position for some time before he too fell asleep and when he awoke several hours later their hands were still entwined, but his father was gone.

He unabashedly cried and pleaded, “Please come back to me Father! I need you here with me…do not leave me!”

Thinking back on that moment, Darcy's eyes welled with tears. Even after ten years, the pain was still acute and he continued to miss his father deeply. Receiving the box and seeing its contents only made him miss his father more.

Yet, this was not a day for melancholy thoughts - he had sought permission and received consent to court Elizabeth and he would concentrate on that happy event. The letter had been sent to his solicitor and he could do no more about his newfound inheritance until he heard from Parnell. And the remainder of the crate would wait for another day - he would look at his father's journals and mementos some other time. He rang for a servant and requested that the crate be relocated to his chambers. There he could look through the contents at his leisure.

~~~~~

The next evening Darcy welcomed his guests graciously and ushered them into the large drawing room. The furnishings were old and well-worn, but still serviceable. Darcy had decided to make no changes to the house until he and Elizabeth were married and she could assist with the decisions. He wanted to make it their home - one they would share together.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. I am pleased to entertain my nearest neighbors and closest friends.” Mrs. Cooper entered with a tray of glasses filled with wine and offered them to everyone in the room. With his glass in hand, Darcy proposed a toast. “To friendship and future alliances.”

He glanced quickly at Elizabeth to judge her reaction to his veiled reference of his intentions and caught her staring at him, a blush creeping up her neck to cover her face. He smiled and raised his glass in her direction. She acknowledged his salute with a nod and a small smile in return.

Mr. Bennet watched this exchange with mixed emotions. He liked Darcy, enjoyed his company and found him to be an extremely intelligent young man, but the thought of Lizzy leaving Longbourn was hard for him to accept. He knew the separation was inevitable, but he was not prepared to part with her yet. On the other hand, he would gain a fine son-in-law and Lizzy would only be a few short miles away.

Dinner was soon announced and Darcy offered to escort Mrs. Bennet into the dining room. Jane and Bingley followed with Elizabeth between her father and brother. Darcy was pleased with the transformation Mrs. Cooper had made in the room. The table was covered with a pristine white cloth and the china, glasses, and silver gleamed in the candlelight. Apparently the housekeeper was able to locate a few blooms in the tangle of bushes in the garden as there was a lovely arrangement of yellow roses and delicate greenery gracing the center of the table.

The company sat down and several servants laid out various dishes, which filled the air with delicious aromas. After everyone was served, a comfortable conversation began around the table. It was an intimate enough group that they were all able to share in the same discussions and there were several lively exchanges displaying the differing opinions of the diners. During one such exchange between her father and Darcy, Elizabeth quietly watched as various expressions flitted across Darcy's face - amusement, surprise, seriousness; and an occasional chuckle escaped as he and Mr. Bennet sparred with each other. He was the handsomest man she had ever met and she was still somewhat overwhelmed that he wanted to court her. She finally admitted to herself that she had been attracted to him from the very beginning, but she tried to maintain her resolve to think of him as only James' friend and her father's acquaintance. Yet, try as she might to convince herself, every time he smiled at her or teased her, she admired him even more. She did not know if it was love, but she felt happy when in his company and she missed him if she did not see him every day.

When the meal concluded the gentlemen forewent the usual separation and accompanied the ladies to the drawing room. Mrs. Bennet immediately peppered Darcy with questions.

“Mr. Darcy, have you decided which rooms you will refurbish first? I assume that you will not wish to keep all of the current furnishings.”

“I have no set plans at this time, Mrs. Bennet. I am still learning about the estate and preparing for the harvest and have given very little thought to the house's interior,” Darcy replied politely.

“Surely you will do something in your public rooms? While I must compliment you on the elegance of your table, there are some items that should certainly be replaced.”

“On the contrary, I am totally unaware of what requires replacement. I will do very little entertaining at present and I am sure the items that are currently in place will serve my needs adequately.”

“But Mr. Darcy, you certainly will be holding some small gatherings and that would require you to--”

“Mama,” interrupted Elizabeth. “I am sure Mr. Darcy will seek your advice if he feels it necessary, but he already told you that he is much too busy with the estate to concern himself with such matters at present.”

She glanced at Darcy to gauge his reaction and found him looking at her intently, a small smile playing on his lips. Not sure how to interpret his look, she raised a questioning eyebrow and he slightly shook his head before tearing his eyes away from her to look at her mother.

“Indeed, Mrs. Bennet, I will call upon you for your expert opinion if I feel I need guidance regarding the furnishings.”

“I know you wish to be helpful, my dear,” Mr. Bennet intervened, “but Mr. Darcy has many more important things with which to concern himself than the color of the walls or what fabric would be best for the drawing room drapes.”

Darcy saw Mrs. Bennet glance at her husband who shook his head slightly, and she immediately ceased her inquiries and turned to other topics. She mentioned that there was to be another assembly in a week's time and expressed her hope that Mr. Darcy would join them for dinner in the next few days. He accepted her invitation and assured her he would attend the assembly. Darcy moved the conversation to a subject that engaged James most avidly: the best establishment to seek additional horses for Darcy's new stable.

“Are you looking for pleasure horses or farm animals?” James probed.

“Cicero serves me well so I need no further pleasure animals at this time. I am looking for work horses that could pull carriages as well as carts. Harvest is in a month or so and I want to have enough animals available to bring in the crops.”

“Then you should see Mr. Grandy at Oakview. Do you not think he would have the best selection, Father?”

Mr. Bennet turned his attention to the conversation and Bingley also began asking questions, leaving the ladies to chat among themselves.

“I cannot understand why Mr. Darcy would not wish to make changes in the house,” Mrs. Bennet remarked a little peevishly to her daughters. “After all, it has been unchanged for many years and could do with a bit of redecorating.”

“Perhaps he will do so once he has a chance to settle in more, Mama,” Jane soothed.

Elizabeth glanced at the gentlemen. “Mr. Darcy seems the type of man to be interested more in comfortable surroundings rather than fashionable ones, Mama. He may be perfectly satisfied with everything as it is.”

“Well, once you are married to him Lizzy, you will be able to make the necessary changes. I am sure that he would not object to you freshening up the public rooms and you will certainly want to redecorate the mistress' suite.”

Elizabeth blushed. “Mama, you are rushing me to the altar before I even have a chance to know Mr. Darcy; he only asked to court me yesterday.”

“Well, he has resided in the neighborhood only a month and he already asked to court you, and I believe he likely wants a short courtship and to marry before long. After all, a young man possessing a new estate must be in want of a wife.”

The object of their discussion surreptitiously watched the ladies as they sat on the other side of the room. If he knew what Mrs. Bennet said to her blushing daughter, he would have agreed with her. He anxiously wanted Elizabeth as his wife. She is so lovely… I wonder what causes her to blush…has her mother said something disconcerting?

He recalled himself and attended the conversation, soon suggesting they all rejoin the ladies. A short time later Mrs. Bennet pleaded a headache and asked to go home.

~~~~~

Darcy turned to his friend and suggested a brandy in the library.

“I heard from the shipmaster, Darcy; all of the goods have been sold and two of the ships will be ready to leave port again in a month. The third needs some repairs before departing. It may be time we consider selling that particular ship. It is rather old and I do not know how many more long voyages it can safely make.”

Darcy swirled the brandy in his glass and pondered a moment. “You may be correct. Shall I send a letter to Parnell asking him to look for a purchaser?”

Bingley agreed. “I also heard from my mother and she has requested I visit her. I am loath to leave Jane at this time, but it may be wise for me to travel to Scarborough and bring Mother back with me. Then she will be here for the wedding and I will be able to do a bit of entertaining prior to my marriage.”

“When do you plan to travel?”

“I believe I shall leave in a week and stay there a week; that will give me an opportunity to see my sister, Louisa and check on my investments.”

Darcy smiled. “I look forward to seeing your mother again. It has been almost two years…when I was there for your father's funeral. Will your sisters come for the wedding?”

Bingley shook his head. “I do not believe that Louisa will come as she will be near her confinement by then. I have not yet heard from Caroline, though I doubt she will attend. You recall she was not pleased that I was courting Miss Bennet.”

“I have no doubt your mother will persuade her to come, even if only for a few days. If there is anyone on this earth who can curb your sister, it is Mrs. Bingley.”

Bingley chuckled. “Yes, Mother can be formidable in her own quiet way.”

“Formidable is much too strong a word. My mother is formidable - your mother is sweetly persuasive. There is a vast difference between the two.” Darcy sighed. “Mrs. Bingley has always been kind to me, which is much more than I can say about how my own mother treats you.”

“Do not concern yourself over it; I never sought her good opinion and her actions towards me do not bother me in the least.”

Darcy retrieved the brandy decanter and offered his friend a refill. “You do not know how much I appreciate your friendship, Bingley. A month ago I was living in a hotel, not knowing when I would have a home of my own and look at me now: the master of my own estate, courting a beautiful woman, and looking forward to the future. I must thank you for all of my good fortune; if you had not mentioned Greystone or offered me a place to stay in the neighborhood, I would not be in this happy position.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To a long-lasting friendship.”

Bingley returned the salute and grinned. “I think you give me too much credit, but I am also grateful for our friendship. I will offer my own toast - to our future brotherhood!”

Darcy grinned too. “That is my most fervent wish.”

Chapter 4 - August/September 1811
Bingley's trip to Scarborough was apparently uneventful if Elizabeth's reports of the gentleman's daily letters to Jane were correct. Bingley and his mother arrived the previous afternoon and Darcy was anxious to see Mrs. Bingley.

Darcy saw Mrs. Bingley sitting in a chair by the window in the parlor looking out on Netherfield's park. She stood immediately with a smile full of warmth as the servant announced him.

“William, it is wonderful to see you again! It has been much too long.”

He walked across the room and took her small hand, kissed it lightly and squeezed it gently.

“Indeed, Mrs. Bingley; it has been some time and I am pleased to see you in such good health. I hope the journey was comfortable.”

Gesturing him to a seat next to hers, she sat and sighed. “I am still slightly fatigued but I am pleased to be here for such a happy event.”

“Have you met Miss Bennet yet?”

“Not yet, although she, her mother, and her sister are expected for tea; Charles went to fetch them. I expect them shortly.”

“I think you will be very happy with Bingley's choice. She is a beautiful young lady with very pleasing manners. They are well suited.”

Mrs. Bingley smiled lightly. “So you agree with Charles that she is an angel?”

Darcy laughed. “I grant you she is charming, but I must say her sister is the more fascinating of the two in my opinion.”

Mrs. Bingley nodded knowingly. “Ah yes. Charles told me you are courting Miss Bennet's sister. Will we soon have a second wedding?”

Darcy blushed slightly. “I have known Miss Elizabeth for only two months. I think I should wait a bit longer before I propose.”

“Do you love her? Mrs. Bingley was always a blunt inquisitor.

“I do.” Darcy surprised himself by speaking his sentiment aloud, but Mrs. Bingley had always treated him like another son and he found it easy to speak with her of such things.

“And does she feel the same?” Mrs. Bingley scrutinized him closely.

“I believe so," he hesitated, "that is, she seems very happy in my company and she is very attentive to me and we share many interests in common…” He stumbled with his thoughts and paused. “How will I know? I am sure that she likes me, but how do I know if she loves me?”

Reaching over to pat his cheek, Mrs. Bingley smiled. “Do not be so unsure of yourself, William. From what you say, I think that she cares for you and if she is not in love with you yet, she soon will be. Who could resist you?”

Darcy covered her hand with his and then kissed it before he held it between both of his hands. “I believe you may be biased, dear lady. You are always too kind to me.”

“Never too kind, William,” Mrs. Bingley returned sincerely. “You are a good and decent man and are an excellent friend to Charles and me. I want only the best for you and I hope you find happiness with your Miss Elizabeth.”

The parlor door opened and Bingley ushered the three Bennet ladies into the room.

“Well, I leave my home for one hour," Bingley said, a hint of humor lacing his tone, "and I find my best friend having an intimate tête-a-tête with my mother. Explain yourself, Darcy. What are you doing holding hands with my mother?”

Darcy stood and smiled. “I called to welcome your mother to the neighborhood and to welcome you back, but while I am very pleased to see Mrs. Bingley, I may have been too hasty wishing for your return.”

Bingley crossed the room and shook Darcy's hand and helped his mother to her feet, placing her hand in the crook of his arm. Darcy bowed and greeted each of the Bennet ladies before slowly moving nearer to Elizabeth.

Bingley introduced his mother to Mrs. Bennet and then reached for Jane's hand. “Mother, I would like you to meet your future daughter, Miss Bennet. Jane, this is my mother.”

Mrs. Bingley immediately smiled at Jane. “Miss Bennet, I have heard many wonderful things about you not the least of which is your beauty. My son did not exaggerate. I am greatly pleased to meet you and I look forward to knowing you better.”

Jane blushed and curtseyed. “Mrs. Bingley,” her voice was so soft Darcy could just hear her, “I cannot tell you how glad I am to meet you. Charles and I are very happy you were able to come for our wedding.”

They exchanged a few more words before Bingley introduced his mother to Elizabeth. Mrs. Bingley noted that Darcy stood as close as propriety allowed and she smiled inwardly.

“Miss Elizabeth, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. I understand you know the countryside very well. Might I persuade you to accompany me on a carriage ride so that you can tell me about the neighborhood?”

Elizabeth looked surprised at the request. “I would be delighted to accompany you, Mrs. Bingley, although I more often travel the countryside on foot.”

“You are a great walker then, Miss Elizabeth? Then you and Mr. Darcy have that in common. He was always out before breakfast walking through the gardens whenever he came to stay with Mr. Bingley and me in Scarborough.” A shadow of sadness crossed her face as she mentioned her husband and Bingley squeezed the hand resting near his elbow, looking at her with a slightly worried expression.

The moment quickly passed and Mrs. Bingley gave a small smile and asked the company to sit, requesting her son to ring for tea.

Mrs. Bennet and Jane soon fell into conversation with the Bingleys allowing Darcy to quietly converse with Elizabeth.

“It is an unexpected pleasure to see you today. When you told me yesterday that you had a previous engagement, I did not anticipate the chance to spend time with you until tomorrow.”

Elizabeth bestowed a lovely smile on him. “I was disappointed that I would miss the opportunity to see you as well so this is indeed a lovely surprise that you chose to visit Netherfield today.”

His heart skipped a beat at her smile and he smiled at her in return. “Will I have the opportunity to see you tomorrow? I plan to ride with your brother and he has extended an invitation to tea.”

Her face brightened. “I will look forward to seeing you then.”

Mrs. Bingley discreetly watched Darcy and Elizabeth while she partially attended to the conversation the other three held over some wedding detail. She saw Elizabeth smile delightedly over something Darcy said and saw his equally pleased grin in return. She had no doubt about their feelings for each other - it only appeared that they were unsure of their reciprocation. Now, she was even more determined to talk to Elizabeth. She hoped she might still be in the neighborhood to attend a second wedding.

The visit soon ended and Mrs. Bingley enjoyed becoming acquainted with Jane. She arranged with Elizabeth to tour the neighborhood the day after next and Jane was to come to Netherfield the next day. Mrs. Bennet invited the Bingleys and Darcy to dinner in three day's time and all had accepted.

Mrs. Bingley watched Darcy accompany Elizabeth to the door, waiting until Bingley handed Mrs. Bennet and Jane into the carriage. She overheard him as he kissed Elizabeth's hand and gazed into her eyes. “Until tomorrow.”

She met his gaze, smiled, and squeezed his hand. “Until tomorrow.”

Mrs. Bingley could feel the emotions in the air around the couple. How could William not know her feelings? It is plain to see they are in love. I see that the old adage `love is blind' applies very well in this situation.

~~~~~

Darcy and Elizabeth managed to spend time together over the next few days and when the evening of the dinner arrived, Darcy dressed swiftly but carefully. He was anxious to spend time with the Bennets and Bingleys. While he always had plenty of estate business during the day, the evenings were often spent alone. He enjoyed solitude, but too many nights alone became more and more difficult to bear.

A month is surely long enough for a courtship, is it not? Is it too soon to propose? But what if she is not expecting it so soon…have I given her enough time to know me - to love me? What do I do if she seems reluctant? I know her well enough to know she would not feign affections she does not feel - she is too honest for that. I will watch her closely tonight and if I see encouragement, I will ask to speak with her alone.

With that resolved he allowed Wester to finish preparing him for the evening and then departed for Longbourn. When he arrived, he greeted Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and the Bingleys and then immediately sought Elizabeth. Their eyes met, her face lit up in happiness and his heart warmed at the sight. After seeing her reaction, Darcy decided to broach the subject of a private meeting.

“Miss Elizabeth, may I ask for a few minutes alone with you tomorrow? I have something of import to discuss with you.”

Smiling even more brilliantly, she replied, “I would be very pleased to spend time with you. I will be walking to Meryton with Jane and Mr. Bingley tomorrow after breakfast if you wish to accompany us. I am sure we could find a few minutes to speak on the way there.”

His returning smile was nearly as bright as hers. “Shall I meet you at eleven o'clock?”

“That would be lovely, Mr. Darcy.”

~~~~~

Mrs. Bingley sat with Mrs. Bennet discussing some aspects of the wedding when Darcy had arrived. She watched him go to Elizabeth and begin an intimate conversation and she watched the happy smiles that covered their faces. She spent the previous afternoon with Elizabeth and learned not only about the neighborhood, but Elizabeth was also more than eager to speak of Darcy. Without any prompting, Elizabeth spoke of Darcy's time in the neighborhood and his pleasant interaction with all the neighbors. She openly sang his praises and expressed great admiration for him. Mrs. Bingley was convinced that Elizabeth was very much in love with Darcy and she was sure if Darcy chose to propose soon, he would be accepted immediately.

~~~~~

Everyone enjoyed the abundant meal; the conversation centered on the wedding that would occur in two weeks. The men spent a short time in Mr. Bennet's study after dinner enjoying a brandy and discussing the upcoming harvest. When they rejoined the ladies in the parlor, Darcy noticed Mrs. Bingley conversing with Elizabeth and saw a slight blush spread over his beloved's face. Wondering what they had been discussing, he joined the two ladies, sitting on the settee next to Elizabeth.

“Did you enjoy touring the neighborhood yesterday, Mrs. Bingley?”

“Indeed I did. I learned many things about the local neighborhood. I also heard you made yourself very agreeable to all the inhabitants.”

Elizabeth blushed deeper and Darcy wondered whether they were discussing him before the men entered the room. He looked questioningly at Elizabeth.

“I am glad you enjoyed your tour, but I am at a loss as to what you would have heard about my interactions with my neighbors. I have met most of the landowners in the area, but I am so busy running Greystone that my time in society is rather limited.”

“On the contrary," countered Mrs. Bingley, "I heard you are a very amiable gentleman and you are a conscientious neighbor. Miss Elizabeth told me of all the time you have spent with her brother telling him what to expect at Cambridge.” Elizabeth's blush did not diminish and Darcy's face looked slightly flushed.

“Bennet is an excellent fellow and I was happy to advise him. In fact, I will accompany Mr. Bennet and him to Cambridge and will have the pleasure of introducing him to my former tutors as well as showing him around the town.”

Elizabeth looked surprised. “I did not know you were to go with Papa and James.”

“We decided it about a month ago. We leave immediately after the wedding and I believe your father plans to return within the week since we both must be back in time for the harvest.”

James joined the group and sat in a chair next to Mrs. Bingley. “Darcy gave me plenty of information about what to expect at Cambridge. I think I am well prepared for my studies, but I believe the town may be a bit intimidating at first.”

“Well, it is much larger than Meryton to be sure, but I am certain you will soon feel comfortable there once you make a few friends and settle into a routine.”

Elizabeth and James asked many questions about Cambridge, which Darcy answered good-naturedly. Mrs. Bingley silently observed the couple's interactions. The more she saw them together, the more she was convinced that they were a perfect couple, much like her own dear Charles and his Jane. What an ideal situation; to have two sisters and two good friends matched and living in close proximity to one another. She could not be more pleased. Now William must propose soon…

~~~~~

Darcy arrived at Longbourn shortly before eleven o'clock the next morning. As he handed Cicero's reins to the stable boy, he heard a sweet voice call his name. Elizabeth sat on a bench near the garden wall. He immediately walked over to her, pausing long enough to pick a late-blooming aster from a clump near the graveled path. He bowed gracefully, yet presented the flower to her shyly.

Elizabeth took the flower, her hand slightly trembling. Both lightly gasped as his fingers brushed against hers; Darcy's fingers tingled a little at so slight a touch. She looked up at him, her eyes luminous, her mouth set with a lovely smile; she softly thanked him.

The look in her eyes firmed Darcy's resolve to propose - and to propose immediately. He sank on to the bench next to Elizabeth. He briefly patted his waistcoat to assure himself that the Darcy ring was there. Darcy took a bracing breath and turned to face her more directly. He grasped her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Miss Bennet,” he paused, “Elizabeth, I realize we have known each other only for a short time and I asked to court you only a month ago, but I feel as if I have known you for so much longer. I constantly think of you; picturing you in the garden at Greystone, entertaining our family and friends in the drawing room, discussing books with me in the library. You captured my heart and I love you more than I ever thought was possible. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand and consenting to be my wife.”

Darcy waited anxiously for Elizabeth to respond. While he spoke, her eyes searched his features and when he finished, she dropped her gaze to their joined hands. She inhaled deeply and looked back up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and she smiled brightly at him.

“The honor is mine, Mr. Darcy. Yes, yes. I will marry you.”

Letting out the breath he had not realized he held, Darcy raised her hand to his lips and placed a fervent kiss upon it. He pulled out the diamond and sapphire ring, slipped it on to her finger with a trembling hand and then he kissed it and the ring before engulfing her small hands in his large ones.

“Please call me William.”

“Of course and you must call me Lizzy.” Elizabeth looked down at their clasped hands. “May I see the ring, William?”

“Of course; how foolish of me.” He smiled sheepishly and released her left hand. Gazing at the sparkling ring, she inhaled sharply. “It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen,” she whispered. He felt her eyes softly caress him. “I will cherish it just as I cherish you. Thank you.”

“It was my Grandmother Darcy's engagement ring. My father left it to me to give to my wife and I am pleased you wish to wear it.”

“It is an heirloom? That makes it all the more special to me and of course I wish to wear it.”

“Shall we go find your father now? I believe I need to ask him a very important question.”

Elizabeth nodded and allowed Darcy to help her from the bench. She tucked her hand into his elbow and led him to the front door. “I imagine he is in his study at present.”

The couple walked down the hall to the closed door of Mr. Bennet's room and Darcy knocked. The whole scene reminded him of the last time he spoke with Elizabeth's father and he hoped that he was as successful this time. Upon Mr. Bennet's invitation, Darcy opened the door and stepped in, turning to give Elizabeth a wide dimpled smile.

“Mr. Darcy! This is an unexpected visit; what may I do for you today?”

Darcy took a deep breath, collected his thoughts and faced Mr. Bennet. “Sir, I have a very important request to make and I hope you will give me a positive answer.”

Mr. Bennet gazed at the young man standing before him and Darcy saw comprehension dawn upon the older man's face. Mr. Bennet motioned to the chair in front of his desk, requesting Darcy take a seat. “Ah yes, I knew this day would come. Very well, please make your request.”

“Mr. Bennet, I know that my acquaintance with you and your family has not been of long duration, but during that time I came to care very deeply for your daughter. I asked for her hand and she accepted me. Now I seek your permission and blessing to marry Miss Elizabeth.”

Mr. Bennet cleared his throat and looked intently at Darcy. “You used the word `care' to describe your feelings for my Lizzy. Is it only affection or do you truly love her? I will not allow her to marry into a loveless relationship.”

“I love her, sir, more than I ever thought possible. I was attracted to her from our first meeting, but I was in love with her when I asked to court her and I promise you I will do everything in my power to make her happy.”

Darcy experienced his second anxious moment of the day as he waited for Mr. Bennet to reply. “I think very highly of you, Mr. Darcy, and you seem to be a good man. Before I give you my answer, however, I wish to speak to Lizzy. Would you please ask her to come to me?”

“Of course.” As Darcy opened the door he discovered Elizabeth standing directly across the hall, clasping and unclasping her hands nervously. She searched her face. “Did he say yes?” Her voice was low, a near whisper.

Darcy shook his head. “Not yet; he will give me an answer once he speaks with you. I will await you in the garden.”

Elizabeth looked into the room. “Papa, you wish to speak with me as well?”

“Come in, my dear and ask Mr. Darcy to wait outside for just a few minutes.”

Looking back at Darcy, she received an affirmative nod. With a little trepidation, she stepped into the room and closed the door.

“Come sit down, Lizzy. I have a few questions for you.”

Elizabeth perched herself nervously on the edge of the chair that Darcy recently vacated.

“Mr. Darcy told me that he proposed marriage to you and you accepted him. Are you sure you wish to marry him?”

Elizabeth was astonished. “Papa, you know I would not accept him if I did not want to marry him. I care very much for him and he is the best man I have ever met. He is kind and attentive and I know he loves me. He told me I captured his heart--”

“Yes, but do you love him?” interrupted Mr. Bennet.

“I do. I love him. I cared for him even before he asked to court me, but this last month showed me what a wonderful man he is and I know he is the only man in the world I wish to marry.” Elizabeth's voice rose slightly and she leaned forward in her chair, a distressed look on her face.

“Calm yourself, my dear. I know Mr. Darcy can take care of your material needs and I am concerned only for your happiness.”

“Then you have no objections to the marriage other than your concern for my happiness?”

“No my dear, I have no more to say. If you love him, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to anyone less worthy. Now call your young man back in here, please.”

When Darcy entered, he seated Elizabeth in the same chair and stood behind her.

“You have both assured me that you love each other and Lizzy informs me you are the only man in the world that she wishes to marry.” Elizabeth blushed and dropped her eyes to her lap. “I find that to keep from disappointing my daughter,” Elizabeth looked up expectantly and felt Darcy grip the back of the chair, “I must grant my permission and give you my blessing.”

Elizabeth gave her father a brilliant smile and she heard Darcy exhale a large breath.

“I wish you both great joy.”

Elizabeth jumped out of her chair and rounded the desk to hug her father. He held her tightly for a moment. Rising to his feet, he motioned to the door. “Shall we inform the others?”

~~~~~

All the family appeared pleased to hear of the engagement - Mrs. Bennet was most vocal of all. She fluttered and fussed over the couple, talking of wedding clothes, picking a date and speaking to the vicar. She cut her effusions short, however, when her husband shot her a stern look and firmly shook his head. Subsiding into her chair, she asked Darcy in a small voice if he and Elizabeth had picked a wedding date.

“We have not yet discussed it, but I suggest the first week in November. Harvest will be finished and it will allow you six weeks after the current wedding to make arrangements.” Darcy looked hopefully between Elizabeth and her father, silently willing them to agree.

Mr. Bennet looked pensively at his daughter. “Elizabeth, do you have any objections to the date?”

“No, Papa. I think it is an excellent suggestion.” She smiled at her father before sending Darcy a warm look, nodding her head.

“Very well; shall we say November the fifth as the day?”

Darcy realized he spent quite a bit of the past few hours holding his breath as he again exhaled the pent up air in his lungs. He questioned Elizabeth by raising his brows and he received another enthusiastic nod in response.

“That is an excellent choice, sir. Thank you.”

Mrs. Bennet clapped her hands excitedly and embraced Elizabeth briefly before she excused herself to begin making lists. Darcy could hear Mrs. Bennet call for Hill and he did not question that news of his engagement to Miss Elizabeth would soon spread throughout Longbourn.

Jane and Bingley extended their heartfelt congratulations offering hugs and handshakes. James hovered in the background waiting to offer his best wishes. After the excitement subsided it was decided that Darcy and Elizabeth would go to Netherfield to inform Mrs. Bingley of their news. Darcy was sure she would be pleased.

Bingley immediately suggested that he and Jane accompany them. Just as Darcy expected, Mrs. Bingley expressed her joy and offered her assistance with the preparations. It was decided she would remain in Hertfordshire after Bingley and Jane's wedding and would reside at Greystone while the Bingleys were on their three-week honeymoon trip.

~~~~~

The time leading up to the Bennet-Bingley wedding flew by and before long, their guests waved goodbye to them as they departed for the Lake District. Caroline arrived only two days before the wedding and returned to London immediately after the wedding breakfast. Darcy settled Mrs. Bingley into the best guest chambers at Greystone. Life returned to normal until one day early in October.

Chapter 5 - October/November 1811

Early October - London - Mrs. Hortense Baddely's Drawing Room
“...and I am sure Miss Bingley said the engagement occurred only a few weeks before her brother's wedding. I was very surprised to hear Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy purchased an estate - in Hertfordshire, of all places! Can you imagine he would marry some little country miss? He is certainly not as wealthy as his brother, but he is so handsome and considering the Darcy name...well he could do so much better...”

Lady Anne Darcy sat stiffly in her chair, overhearing the gossip at the card table next to hers. She had been invited to a gathering at Hortense Baddely's house; the woman was an excellent source of the latest gossip. Lady Anne was horrified, however, to discover her son was the leading topic that day.

When the card games finished and the ladies mingled about the room, Lady Anne cornered Mrs. Baddeley to interrogate her. She knew she must keep from looking foolish to the woman. That she had not known of her son's engagement was mortifying. With careful questioning, however, she could get the information she wanted.

“Have I heard correctly that Miss Bingley is telling people that my son is engaged?”

“Why yes she is, your ladyship. She informed me of it herself when we met at the dressmakers the other day. It seems she attended her brother's wedding in a little town called Meryton and while there she learned that Mr. Darcy proposed to the sister of Mr. Bingley's new wife. According to Miss Bingley, the family is local gentry, but they own a small estate and the girls' dowries cannot be more than seven or eight thousand pounds.”

“And why did Miss Bingley relate this to you?”

“Oh, she does not approve of her brother's marriage, you see. She thinks he could do much better. The girl's father is a gentleman, but her mother has a brother in trade and another is the village's attorney.”

“In trade, you say? I was not told that.” Lady Anne hid her fury; to discover her son had not only refused to end his relationship with that Bingley fellow, but now he was going to marry someone whose family had such low connections.

“Yes, Miss Bingley met the family when she stayed with her brother this spring after that unfortunate incident with--” Mrs. Baddeley paused, “when she left London.”

Lady Anne, however, was too preoccupied by the news of Darcy's engagement to notice Mrs. Baddeley's faux pas. After a short time, Lady Anne took leave of the group and when she returned to the Darcys' townhouse she immediately sought out Harold to inform him of his brother's latest affront to the family.

~~~~~

Mrs. Bingley had just made herself comfortable in the parlor when she heard voices in the hallway. Thinking it was Elizabeth arriving for their prearranged stroll through Greystone's newly refurbished gardens, she stood to welcome her as the door opened. She was surprised when the servant stepped aside and Lady Anne Darcy sailed into the room. Lady Anne scrutinized the room through narrowed eyes before arresting her gaze on Mrs. Bingley.

“What are you doing here? Where is my son?”

“Stiles, inform Mr. Darcy his mother is waiting for him and bring some tea to us.” Mrs. Bingley turned to the other woman and offered Lady Anne a chair near her own.

“Mr. Darcy invited me to stay here until my son and his new wife return from their honeymoon trip. I return to his estate for a few weeks before traveling to Scarborough for the winter.”

“Why did you not simply return home after the wedding? It must be most inconvenient for my son to have you staying here.”

Darcy entered the room quietly. “On the contrary, your ladyship, I am very pleased to have Mrs. Bingley here. She was always most gracious to me whenever I visited Bingley in Scarborough. Inviting her was simply good manners in return for her kindness.”

Darcy walked across the room and took a seat next to Mrs. Bingley. He shared a small smile with her and Mrs. Bingley inclined her head acknowledging his implied criticism of Lady Anne's unannounced arrival.

“To what do I owe the honor of your visit? Surely you did not travel all the way from Derbyshire to comment upon whom I invite into my home?”

“Do not be impertinent with me, Fitzwilliam. I am in no humor to listen to your feigned innocence. You can be at no loss to understand the reason of my journey here. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I come.”

“Indeed, you are mistaken. I cannot account for the honor of seeing you here.”

Lady Anne's tone grew angry. “You ought to know that I am not to be trifled with, but however insincere you may choose to be, you shall not find me so.” Lady Anne turned to Mrs. Bingley. “I wish to have a private conversation with my son. Please leave.”

Mrs. Bingley gave an amused smile at Lady Anne's rudeness and returned Darcy's chagrined look with an understanding one.

“Madam, you overstep yourself!" Darcy interceded heatedly. "Do not presume to issue orders in my home. I am the master here.”

“You will not speak to me in such a manner! I am your mother and I deserve your respect and obedience!”

Mrs. Bingley touched him gently on the arm. “I shall remove to my sitting room. I am expecting a guest for tea and a walk through the gardens.”

Darcy nodded. “If that is what you wish.”

~~~~~

The door barely closed behind Mrs. Bingley before Lady Anne rounded on her son. “How dare you disrespect me in front of that woman? Your manners deteriorate even further from your continued association with these trades people.”

“You come into my home and insult me and my guest by acting in such a rude manner and yet you accuse me of disrespect? Be warned, madam, I will not tolerate much more so please come to the point of your visit.”

“I heard the most alarming report while Harold and I were in London. I was told you were engaged to some country nobody - with no connections or fortune! Though I know it must be a scandalous falsehood, I instantly resolved on setting off for this place, that I might make my sentiments known to you.”

“If you believed it impossible to be true, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far. What could you propose by it?”

“To insist upon having such a report universally contradicted. If such a story is spread abroad, your chances of making a good match will be immeasurably damaged! Will you declare there is no foundation for it?”

“I will do no such thing. You may ask questions, which I shall not choose to answer.”

“I am your mother and am entitled to know all your dearest concerns!”

“No, you are not; nor will such behavior as this ever induce me to be explicit. If I am engaged, why should you be concerned?”

“Honor, decorum, prudence, nay, interest, forbid it. Yes, interest; for do not expect to be noticed by your family or friends, should you willfully act against the inclinations of us all. You will be censured, slighted, and despised by everyone connected to our family. Your alliance will be a disgrace; your name will never be mentioned by any of us.”

“These are heavy misfortunes, but since I am not currently mentioned by any of the family I have no cause to repine if what you say is true.”

“You have always been obstinate and I am ashamed of you! Is this your gratitude for all the years I cared for you? Is nothing due to me on that score?”

“Care?! You call the paltry attentions you paid to me over the past four and twenty years care? You have done nothing except show your disdain and indifference of me. You call yourself my mother, but you did little besides give birth to me; your care could hardly be construed as motherly.”

Darcy maintained a level tone, yet his mother's voice became louder with each sentence until she shrieked in a manner that could be heard throughout the house. “You will end this engagement immediately, Fitzwilliam! Do you hear me?! You will not disgrace yourself or this family by marrying some ill-bred little chit who tricked you into proposing. I will not leave this house until you promise me that you will call off your engagement.”

Darcy clenched his jaw and gazed coldly at her. “On the contrary; you will leave now.” He turned on his heel, opened the parlor door and ushered her from the room. He stopped abruptly when he spotted Elizabeth standing at the foot of the stairs with a stricken look upon her face. Before he had a chance to say a word, Lady Anne began disparaging Elizabeth, waving her hand in Elizabeth's direction and looking disdainfully at her.

“Is this she? Is this the woman who tricked you into this engagement? Have you lost all your senses? Look at her! She is a poorly dressed little nobody who--”

“That is enough, madam! If you say another unkind word, I will not be responsible for my actions. You are no longer welcome in this house and you will leave immediately.” He motioned to the footman standing next to Elizabeth. “Stiles, escort her ladyship to her carriage and when you are sure she has left, find Mrs. Cooper and tell her I wish her to instruct the staff that my mother is not to be allowed entrance into Greystone.”

“Fitzwilliam, what are you doing?! You cannot throw me out of your home! I am your mother and I demand you show me the respect due to me!”

“Respect? I cannot respect you - how could I when you act like a fish monger's wife? For the final time, I am master in this house and you will not tell me what to do. Have I made myself clear?”

He nodded to Stiles, who quickly took Lady Anne's elbow and ushered her from the house to her carriage. Darcy watched Stiles struggle to maintain his hold as Lady Anne tried to pull her arm away from him, slapping at his hand in an attempt to free herself.

“Unhand me, you oaf! Do you know who I am? I am Lady Anne Fitzwilliam Darcy and I am unaccustomed to being treated in such a manner.” Stiles handed her into the carriage and closed the door, cutting off the sound of her strident voice.

Darcy watched Elizabeth. She continued to stand stock-still, bewilderment, hurt and curiosity warring for control of her expression. He walked to her and taking her trembling hand he lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly.

“I am so sorry you had to witness such a spectacle, my love. My mother has never been one to brook opposition and her reaction is usually one of anger. Please do not let her remarks distress you.”

“I heard her say your family would shun you if you were to marry me.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. Tears pooled in her eyes and her voice was barely louder than a whisper. “I will not hold you to our engagement. I will not be the cause of a rift between you and your family, William.”

Darcy was shocked and he led her to the parlor. He shut the door firmly and turned to Elizabeth dismayed at her unhappiness.

“What may I do to relieve your distress? Would you like a glass of wine, perhaps?”

Elizabeth's cheeks were pale and her voice was distant. “No, thank you; I do not require anything.”

Alarmed, Darcy reached to take her in his arms, but she instantly stepped out of his reach and turned her back, her shoulders bowed. He watched as she struggled to remove the Darcy ring from her finger and he immediately stepped in front of her, placing a restraining hand over hers.

“What are you doing?” His voice sounded panicky to himself and his heart raced in fear.

“I am returning your ring, Mr. Darcy. It is a family heirloom; you must keep it for your wife.”

“You will be my wife! What are you saying? Do you not wish to marry me?”

“I do not expect you to marry me when I know that your mother disapproves so strongly. You must be loyal to your family and it is obvious from your mother's statements that they will object to our union.”

“Elizabeth, do not ever say such a thing! My mother's opinion means nothing to me. We have never been close and the last time we spoke many months ago she told me she would disown me if I did not obey her. The only way I will not marry you is if you tell me you no longer love me. I will not force you into a loveless marriage. Tell me that you want to marry me; it is my heart's desire that you become my wife.”

Darcy gazed anxiously at her upturned face, seeing the hurt in her eyes. “What of the rest of your family? Do you not wish to maintain their good opinion?”

Darcy grasped her by the arms; he could not check the fervency in his voice. “There is no one, no one in the world who is more important to me than you. Do you not know that? Have I not shown you how much I love you?”

Tears ran freely down her cheeks, yet Elizabeth smiled at him and clasped him firmly around the waist, clinging to him tightly.

“You show me your love constantly and I love you with all my heart. I want to marry you more than anything in this world, but I could not be content if I knew I caused you pain.”

“The only way you will pain me is by refusing to marry me. Please, do not ever frighten me like that again. I know I have not told you about my family and I must explain my relationship with my mother and brother to you, but now is not the moment. I will tell you and then I hope you will understand why I already feel your family is my family.”

“Very well, we will speak no more about it now, but we must discuss it. I need to know what could cause you to willingly turn your back on your family.”

“I will tell you very soon,” Darcy murmured as he cupped her face between his hands and dropped his mouth to meet hers.

~~~~~

Darcy was true to his word and on a sunny afternoon a few days later he and Elizabeth sat in Greystone's rose garden; Mrs. Bingley sat out of earshot, discreetly chaperoning them. He told Elizabeth all about his childhood, his mother's indifference, his brother's disdain and his father's constant attention. His eyes filled with tears and she gripped his hand tightly when he told her of his father's death and the subsequent lonely times he spent at Pemberley. A fond smile crossed his face as he talked of Mrs. Reynolds' devotion and her continuing friendship.

“My father protected me from many of the harsh realities of our family life. It was only after his death that my life at Pemberley became uncomfortable. Harold no longer concealed his dislike and he begrudged me the bequest my father left me. Once I reached my majority and received my inheritance, I had no need to maintain contact with him, but I corresponded with Mrs. Reynolds, letting her know where I was and that I was well.

“When I was at Cambridge, I seldom stayed at Pemberley when my mother and brother were in residence and normally spent the summer holidays with Bingley. This summer was an exception due to a small scandal between Harold and Bingley's sister Caroline. During that time I was finally convinced that appearances are the only thing that is important to either of them. My mother disapproved of my partnerships with Bingley and insisted I sever all contact. I refused and she ordered me to leave Pemberley. That was in July and if there is a reason for me to be grateful to her, it would be due to her interference. Bingley and I met in London, he recommended Greystone to me and invited me to Hertfordshire, and I met the woman who has made me happier than I have ever been in my life and her family accepted me with open arms.”

Darcy told Elizabeth everything except the intimate details in his father's letter; those would have to wait until after they were married.

Darcy fell silent and looked pensively out over the garden. Elizabeth sighed and squeezed his hand. He looked at her and she smiled at him, her deep love reflecting through her eyes.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I no longer wonder why you embraced my family so readily and spend so much time with Papa and James.”

Darcy nodded. “I have come to think of your father as a mentor and James is the brother I always desired - someone who takes pleasure engaging in activities we both enjoy and spending time with me. Do you now understand why I told you that I think of your family as my own?”

~~~~~

The three weeks leading up to the wedding went by faster than Darcy believed possible. He and Elizabeth had been constantly busy and were unable to spend much time together, but they usually managed to steal a few minutes - and a few kisses - almost every day.

Darcy wrote to the only two family members he wished to have at his wedding and asked his cousin, Richard Fitzwilliam to be his best man. Fitzwilliam replied in the affirmative, but gave his wife, Anne's regrets that she could not join him since she was very close to her confinement with their second child. He also gave Darcy news about their aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, who lived with the Fitzwilliams at Rosings Park in Kent. Lady Catherine's health deteriorated over the past several years and she was now infirm and very senile. Fitzwilliam often joked that Lady Catherine never recovered from her disappointment that Harold refused to marry Anne while Richard, the lowly second son of an earl, swept her off her feet and married her five years earlier.

Elizabeth's Aunt and Uncle Gardiner arrived a week before the wedding and Darcy was finally able to meet the remaining members of her family. Darcy spent some time with Mr. Gardiner and they discovered they had several business acquaintances in common. They arranged to meet after the New Year to discuss Darcy's participation in a business venture in which Bingley, Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Bennet were going to invest. Darcy recently heard from Parnell, who had sold his portion of the cotton mill his father left him. The initial investment paid off handsomely and Darcy received a 50,000 pound windfall. Part of the money would be used to pay down the debt on Greystone, but he planned to invest the remainder and this new investment appeared to be an excellent opportunity to continue his partnership not only with Bingley, but also his new family.

~~~~~

Darcy stood at the altar of Longbourn chapel waiting for Elizabeth to arrive. He looked briefly to his right, catching Fitzwilliam's eye and giving him a nervous smile. Fitzwilliam smiled broadly and winked, mouthing `relax' and he drew in a deep breath, encouraging Darcy to do the same. After several deep breaths Darcy felt calmer and was able to unclench his hands, which were tightly balled into fists at his sides.

He thought about the conversation he and Fitzwilliam had several evenings earlier. Darcy was embarrassed, Fitzwilliam was teasing and they both were slightly tipsy.

“Darcy, I know you are not completely naïve to the goings-on in the marital bed, but I thought I would give you some guidance that might make the wedding night a little more enjoyable.”

Darcy blushed and his ears grew hot; he was sure they were a brilliant shade of red. He dropped his eyes to the carpet and swallowed a large gulp of his brandy.

"Wh-what sort of guidance did you have in mind?"

"The first thing you should know is that you may find it difficult to restrain yourself. If your engagement was anything like Anne's and mine, you have done a good bit of kissing and possibly a bit more.”

Darcy's head flew up at the last remark. “I would never take advantage of Elizabeth! How could you suggest such a thing?”

Chuckling, Fitzwilliam patted Darcy's shoulder. “I was not suggesting you would. I merely suggested your beautiful fiancée may have been willing to experiment a little farther than a kiss or two.”

“Did you and Anne…experiment?”

It was Fitzwilliam's turn to blush. “I will simply say Anne was more adventurous than I expected.”

Darcy studiously stared at the carpet until he could remove the grin from his face. Finally looking up, he nodded, indicating that he was ready to hear what Fitzwilliam had to say.

“As I was saying, your restraint may not be great after spending so many months in the company of such an attractive lady. Remember that she is likely to be completely innocent of what will occur, other than what her mother or sister may tell her. It will be up to you to make her as comfortable as you can. Now, I am sure you know the mechanics and have some practical experience.”

Darcy again blushed.

“No? Well, then let me just tell you that the first time may be painful for both of you...in her case because of her maidenhead and in your case because you will likely find it uncomfortable to...er...hold back.”

Darcy's blush deepened. He put his elbows on his thighs and clasped his hands tightly before him. His cousin watched Darcy as mortification crept across his face. Fitzwilliam sighed.

“I shall make a few suggestions. Be patient and kind to her. You will learn together what pleases you both and always remember her pleasure is as important as your own.”

Darcy was brought from his reverie by the sound of the church doors opening and he turned to see Jane walk down the aisle toward them. When she reached the altar, Darcy gave her a small smile and then quickly returned his attention to the back of the church where Elizabeth stood with her father. She was more beautiful than he had ever seen her and her smile brightened her face, which glowed with happiness. His smile widened and his own happiness could not be more evident.

The ceremony was a blur; he remembered nothing of the prayers the vicar recited. The only moments that remained crystal clear were when he recited his vows, heard Elizabeth recite hers, and he placed the gold band on Elizabeth's finger. He had never felt as happy as he did when the vicar pronounced them man and wife. The kiss he placed on Elizabeth's lips was short and chaste, but held the promise of much more. She smiled up at him and her eyes sparkled mischievously before she suddenly rose on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss that echoed his promise.

After the wedding breakfast at Longbourn the couple removed to Greystone where they would spend their wedding night before going to London to stay at the Bingleys' townhouse for several weeks. They planned to attend the theater and the opera as well as have dinner with the Gardiners. More than anything else they looked forward to spending time alone without the interruptions of everyday life.

~~~~~

Darcy and Elizabeth lay entwined in the large bed in Greystone's master's suite. Elizabeth snuggled close to Darcy's side, her head resting on his shoulder and he played with a curl that lay across the arm hugging his chest. He thought ruefully to himself that his cousin was correct - both he and Elizabeth suffered discomfort during their first coupling, but it was more amazing than he could have imagined. While Elizabeth's pain was physical, Darcy's was more mental. His cousin's words echoed in his head and he chastised himself for not having more control, but it was impossible for him to hold back and after only a short time he had found his gratification.

Elizabeth stirred and raised her head to look at him, giving him a tentative smile. “You are very quiet, William. Are you displeased with me?”

Her question alarmed him and he cupped her face with his hands. “No, no, please do not think that! I am not displeased with you, but with myself. I am sorry Elizabeth; I hoped you would find this experience as pleasurable as I, but I am afraid I lacked the proper self-control.”

Her smile widened and she softly caressed his cheek. “Do not be so hard on yourself. Jane and I had a talk and while she did not give me specifics, she told me that the first time might not be as enjoyable for me as it was for you.” Her smile turned wicked. “Yet she also told me that it becomes more and more pleasurable as we come to know each other better. I think this might be a case of `practice makes perfect'.”

“You never cease to amaze me, my love.” How he adored her! “You are too kind and I know my performance was sorely lacking, but I promise that I will improve and make sure you have as much satisfaction as I.” He paused, unable to control his anticipation. “May I ask if you wish to engage in some practice?”

Elizabeth blushed and nodded shyly. Darcy needed no further encouragement. He embraced her and kissed her deeply before proceeding, he believed, to acquit himself quite admirably. For a rather extended period they both discovered many ways to please one another, asking for and receiving instructions to intensify their enjoyment. They finally collapsed in sweet exhaustion, their satisfied smiles attesting to a successful `practice'.

~~~~~

Their fortnight in London afforded Darcy and Elizabeth the time to become more comfortable with each other. They rarely ventured out of their chambers, except to have dinner with the Gardiners and spend several evenings at the theater. Their `practice' sessions occurred quite frequently to the delight of both and they were becoming quite proficient in anticipating and satisfying the other's desires.

Their last evening in town they attended a production of “As You Like It” with one of Darcy's business associates. During the intermission, Darcy and Elizabeth were enjoying a conversation with a number of his acquaintances when Elizabeth felt Darcy stiffen next to her. She was surprised to see his jaw rigid and his eyes narrowed. She followed his line of vision and noticed a haughty-looking, slightly portly man of middle height standing with a group of fashionably dressed members of the Ton. Elizabeth tried to gain his attention by placing her hand on his arm and failing, she whispered, “William, what is it? What upsets you?”

Darcy tore his eyes away from the group. “I am not upset, my love. I was just surprised to see him here.” She looked at him questioningly, her confusion apparent. He sighed. “It is my brother, Harold. He is the one with sandy hair and the disdainful expression.”

Elizabeth looked at the group with some curiosity, noticing several elaborately dressed ladies fawning over the gentleman Darcy described. “He appears to be very popular with the ladies, but he is not handsome and looks nothing like you.” She glanced up at her husband and her face grew warm in mortification. “I am sorry; that was unkind.”

“Do not apologize; I agree with you. He has very little to recommend him other than his wealth and position, which he uses to his advantage.” Elizabeth heard the bitter note in his voice and gave his arm a comforting squeeze.

“May I assume you do not wish to speak to him?”

Darcy shook his head. “He will most likely cut me. As I told you, we were never close and the last time we spoke was when I left Pemberley. Harold told me I was not welcome there until I apologized to her ladyship.”

“I am so sorry, William. I cannot imagine ever being on such poor terms with James. It must be very difficult for you.”

“No, it is somewhat of a relief to not associate with him. He has loose morals and he is unkind to anyone he does not think his equal, which is nearly everyone except his small circle of like-minded dandies. You have seen how my mother acts. Harold is much the same: condescending, rude and overbearing. I would prefer not to expose you to him.”

“Then we shall think no more about him and enjoy the rest of the evening. I have cherished our time alone here, but I will be glad to return to Hertfordshire tomorrow. Our life is less complicated there.”

“To be sure.”

A bell signaled the end of intermission and the Darcys joined the rest of their group for the remainder of the play. Darcy did not notice Harold watching them closely as they walked away, neither did he spy the peculiar combination of envy and disdain written on his face.

Chapter 6 - December 1811 - July 1812
Winter flew by for the newlyweds; Christmas, New Years and Easter were all celebrated by the large combined family of Bennets, Gardiners, Darcys and Bingleys, including Mrs. Bingley whom her son convinced to stay for the winter.

July arrived and James returned from his first year at Cambridge, filled with tales of tutors, town activities and his new friend, Jonathan Craymore. The young gentleman hailed from St. Ives, an easy distance from Cambridge and he and James often went to his family's estate to spend a few days. The whole family met Jonathan when he stopped in Hertfordshire for a fortnight on his way to visit an uncle in Kent. Darcy was struck by the similarities between Jonathan and a younger Bingley. They were both fair-haired with an amiable disposition and outgoing personality. James found a friend who would help him grow more confident in social settings just as Darcy did during his own university days. Darcy was pleased his brother-in-law was becoming a confident and well-read young man.

Several days after Jonathan left for Kent, Darcy invited James to look at a horse Darcy considered purchasing and James readily agreed.

“Mr. Grandy has several new mares and sent me a note that one of them might be just what I want. I would like your opinion regarding its suitability as a riding horse for Elizabeth.”

“I will gladly give it, although I am surprised you convinced Lizzy to ride.”

Darcy smiled sheepishly. “She is still hesitant, but I thought if we had a horse for her she would be easier to persuade.”

James laughed, but sobered quickly. “We have not had many opportunities to talk and I wanted to ask you something.” He blushed and ducked his head. “I met a young lady and...I am unsure about...I need to know if...” He glanced at his brother-in-law. “I thought you might think I was foolish. I have not even reached my majority, but I think I found the woman with whom I could spend my life.”

“Who is she, James? How did you meet her? How well do you know her?” Darcy peppered the younger man with questions, growing alarmed as James' face flushed and he again dropped his eyes.

James took a deep breath, as if to marshal his courage. “Her name is Eloise and she is Jonathan's twin sister. I met her when we visited Jonathan's family estate last fall and I have seen her several times since then. She truly is wonderful. She has beautiful blue eyes and her hair looks like spun gold...” James' face took on a dreamy look.

Darcy blew out a breathy sigh. He had been concerned that James had become infatuated with one of the husband-hunting young ladies who attended assemblies in Cambridge. He remembered them all too well from his own days there. As soon as the name Darcy was mentioned, he found himself fawned over by the ladies. If this young woman was James' friend's sister, it was not likely she had any designs on his inheritance.

“What do you wish to ask?”

“How did you know you were in love with Lizzy?”

Darcy rubbed the back of his neck as he thought back to the previous year, smiling slightly when he remembered his initial reaction to his beloved wife. “I was infatuated from the first day I met her, but I believe I was in love with her after the first assembly. I remember I was not pleased when other men asked her to dance.”

“Father and I discussed your attentiveness to her and he was surprised you and Lizzy became friends so quickly. Lizzy is generally cheerful, but I never saw her as happy as she was in your presence.”

Darcy smiled ruefully. “I did not know she returned my affections so soon until we were engaged and we spoke of it.”

“What did you feel - what does it feel like to be in love?”

Darcy pondered the question for several moments. “I cannot say that it is the same for everyone, but I feel unhappy and incomplete when she is not near. When Jane was ill this winter and Elizabeth stayed with her I was like a caged animal. I hurried to Netherfield early every morning; I could not concentrate on anything until I saw her. My heart leaps at the sound of her voice and her smile can take my breath away. I cannot imagine my life without her.”

James saw a faraway look come to Darcy's face and he realized he had seen the same look on several occasions when Darcy and Elizabeth were courting. The two rode in silence for some time while James mulled over what Darcy told him.

Unhappy? Incomplete? Well, I am sorry she is not near, but I do not wish to ride to St. Ives to see her. Leaping heart? Breathless? No, I do not feel like that when I see her smile or hear her voice. Perhaps I have been mistaken...

“Have I been of assistance to you?”

James cast an apologetic look at his brother-in-law. “Forgive my inattentiveness. I was pondering what you told me.”

“And did you reach a conclusion?”

“I think perhaps I am not in love, but I admire Miss Craymore very much. I may have been a bit hasty in thinking my feelings were love.”

Darcy nodded. “I am glad you are clearer about your feelings. Do not think I am patronizing you and I am certainly no expert, but I believe you may be too young to know true love. I am six years your senior and before I met your sister, I believed I was also too young, although I discovered I was completely wrong. Give yourself the opportunity to experience the world a bit before you make such a life-altering decision. In a few years if no one but Miss Craymore makes you happy, then it is likely true love.”

“Thank you for listening and advising me. You helped me sort out my feelings.”

The remainder of their journey was spent in light conversation until they arrived at Oakview and viewed Mr. Grandy's new mares. Darcy nudged James and nodded towards an animal that had caught his eye. “What do you think of the sorrel?”

James took a closer look at the horse named Dulcinea and after a thorough inspection gave Darcy an affirmative nod. Darcy negotiated with Mr. Grandy, finally agreeing on a price that obviously pleased him and made James smile broadly. James used his saddle on Dulcinea, Darcy took the reins to lead his brother's mount, and the two returned to Greystone.

~~~~~

At Greystone James enthusiastically described all the excellent attributes of Darcy's newest animal to the attending stable hands. Darcy spied Elizabeth emerging from a copse of trees on a path that led directly to the stable. Grinning at James, Darcy nodded in Elizabeth's direction. “Shall we introduce Dulcinea to her new rider?”

Grinning back, James agreed that it was an excellent time for an introduction. Elizabeth's face glowed from exercise and she directed a brilliant smile at Darcy. She hugged her brother quickly and linked arms with her husband as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

“You bought a new horse, William?”

“Yes, I have been looking for the right one for quite some time. May I introduce you to Dulcinea? I got her for you in hopes that we could soon start riding together.” Darcy was pleased with himself and his surprise and hoped Elizabeth would be also.

“You bought her for me? B-but, I cannot...that is I will not...” Elizabeth took a deep breath and looked at Darcy and then finished lamely, “Thank you, she is lovely.”

“Do you not like her? She is very gentle and not too large; just what you said you desired in a horse. Are you not pleased?” Darcy's confusion turned into slight hurt. Elizabeth touched one of his cheeks, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed the other.

“I like her very much; she is a beautiful animal and I am sure she will be the perfect mount for me. You surprised me; that is all.”

James' horse had been re-saddled and he quickly bid them farewell promising, at Elizabeth's insistence, to return the next day for a visit.

Darcy and Elizabeth followed James out of the stable yard and walked toward the house.

“Will you please tell me what is wrong?" Darcy implored. "Just a few weeks ago you were enthusiastic to start riding lessons. What has happened in the meantime?”

Elizabeth sighed. “I hoped to wait until we retired tonight to tell you. I saw Dr. Wells today...”

“The doctor was here? Are you unwell? Why was I not told?” With each question, Darcy's panic increased.

Elizabeth grasped his upper arms and shook him lightly. “William! I am well; you need not be concerned.”

He gazed at his wife, not trying to conceal his anxiety and fear. “Then why was Dr. Wells here? What are you not telling me?”

A radiant smile lit Elizabeth's face. “He confirmed what I suspected for some time. You are going to be a father before the end of the year.”

“You are with child?” Elizabeth nodded. “I am to be a father?” Elizabeth nodded again, smiling. “And the babe is to be born this year?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Yes, we should expect to see our child around Christmas - Dr. Wells suspects near the end of the month.”

Darcy's astonishment was replaced with pure joy and he smiled so widely his dimples appeared. He lifted Elizabeth in the air and she threw her arms around his neck, giving a delighted cry. He pulled her close to his body and spun around several times before setting her gently back on the ground, embracing her tightly.

Placing his cheek next to hers, he whispered softly in her ear, “I thought your love was the greatest gift, but you have just given me a gift that gives me such joy I cannot express my feelings adequately. I love you beyond measure, Elizabeth Darcy.”

She pulled back, looking into his adoring eyes and had only a moment to smile at him tenderly and murmur her own love before his mouth descended on hers in a passionate kiss. They stood on the path, sheltered among the enormous oaks, entwined in each others' arms for an untold amount of time. Darcy broke their kiss and released her from his embrace just long enough to put his arm behind Elizabeth's knees and sweep her into his arms.

“Put me down!" she exclaimed. "You cannot carry me all the way back to the house!”

“I can and I will carry you, all the way to the house,” he kissed her cheek, “and up the stairs,” her eyelids were next, “and to our bedchamber,” his mouth descended on hers once again.

Elizabeth blushed lightly as she nestled closer to his chest, yet teased him cheekily. “You do realize, sir, that this sort of behavior is what caused my condition in the first place?”

He stopped in the middle of the path, a new thought striking him. “Do you object? Would you prefer to...er...refrain from...ah...such activities? Has Dr. Wells--”

Elizabeth placed her hands on each side of his face, smiling at him tenderly. “I was teasing you, silly man! Dr. Wells said we can continue our activities as long as I have no discomfort and he said I am not likely to have any pain until closer to the end of my confinement and I may not have any then. I think your plan is an excellent one.”

Darcy searched her face closely until he was satisfied that she was pleased and then continued down the path. As soon as they neared the house, Elizabeth insisted he put her down and then she impishly smiled at him and ran for the door. Surprise immobilized him for a moment before he laughed lightly and chased after her, catching her just before she reached the steps. Grabbing her hand, he laced it through his arm and sedately led her up the stairs, into the house and to their chambers. Their door closed with a slam, the key clicked loudly in the lock and a soft laugh and a happy giggle came from the room before silence fell over the hallway. The master and mistress were not seen until late in the afternoon when they retired to the library, content and rested.

Chapter 7 - October 1812
Darcy stood in the foyer, having ordered his horse for a short ride when Bingley and Jane arrived at Greystone. From the somber look upon Bingley's face, Darcy knew that they did not come for a social call and his heart contracted. Please do not let it be bad news from Longbourn. Elizabeth is nearing her confinement - she must not be distressed.

He ushered them into the parlor and gave Jane a hug, and shook Bingley's hand. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you today?”

“I am sorry to be bearing such news, but I received an express from London. I felt I should be the one to tell you.” Bingley wrung his hands as he looked uncomfortably at his friend.

“Is Elizabeth in her sitting room?” Darcy nodded and Jane excused herself.

“Caroline sent me this clipping from the Times. She did not relate any more details about the circumstances.” Handing him the clipping, he led Darcy towards a sofa.

Darcy quickly scanned the brief article and inhaled sharply. He sat down abruptly, accepting the glass of wine Bingley thrust into his hand before reading the clipping a second time.

MURDER AT THEATRE

A confrontation at Drury Lane last evening ended in the death of a prominent member of Society. Harold George Darcy, owner of the vast Pemberley estate, was killed during an altercation with Arthur Brently. It is not known at this time what precipitated the argument; however, witnesses stated Mrs. Phillipa Brently was also present and tried to restrain her husband.

“Do you know when this occurred?”

“According to Caroline's note, this was in today's newspaper so I imagine it happened last night.”

“I-I am...I do not know what to make of this. I suppose I must go to London.” Darcy shook his head. “I can only imagine how my mother will react.”

“If you wish, I will come with you. I will open our townhouse--”

“No, no, that is not necessary. If Harold was in London, Darcy House is open and I can stay there. It is even possible my mother was there with him.”

“What may I do to help you? You have had a great shock and I can only imagine how you are feeling.”

The door opened revealing Jane and Elizabeth. “Jane said you needed me? Is there something wrong?”

Darcy walked to Elizabeth, took her arm and led her to the sofa. He made her comfortable and then he sat next to her and took her hand. Stroking it gently, he looked into her puzzled face and took a deep breath and let it out with a small sigh.

“Bingley brought me some unhappy news from London. It seems that my brother was involved in some sort of altercation and he was killed.”

“Killed! Oh William, I am so sorry.” Elizabeth stroked his cheek, concern etching her features.

“Please do not distress yourself. It is a shock, certainly, but you know that we were never close and I have not spoken to him in over a year. Unfortunately, I must go to London and speak with the family attorney. I am next in line to inherit Pemberley and I have an obligation to take care of any legal matters.”

“Yes, of course you must go. Is your mother in London?”

“I will not know until I arrive at the townhouse.” Darcy turned to Bingley. “If you still wish to accompany me, I will try to leave within the hour. Is that sufficient time?”

Bingley nodded. “Trunks were readied for both of us before we left Netherfield. Jane will stay here with Elizabeth and my carriage will carry our luggage and valets.”

“We must inform the Bennets.” Darcy stood to ring the bell, but Bingley forestalled him.

“I already sent a message and I would not be surprised if they arrive shortly.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and butler announced the three Bennets. Mrs. Bennet went to Elizabeth while Mr. Bennet moved toward Darcy, extending his hand and grasping his shoulder. Distress was clearly written on his face.

“I am so very sorry; this is a dreadful occurrence. Please tell me what I can do to assist you.”

James placed a comforting hand on Darcy's other shoulder and looked somberly at him. “Yes, please tell us how we can be of use.”

Darcy looked at each man gratefully. “Bingley is traveling with me to London. If you would take care of a few small concerns that Mr. Cooper brought to my attention, I would be obliged. I planned to address them this afternoon, but--” He dropped his head and sighed before raising it to look beseechingly into his father-in-law's eyes.

“I find myself shocked and saddened by Harold's death, but I feel no more than I would if an acquaintance died. Should I not be grieving more? How can I be so uncaring about my own brother?”

“Son, you cannot make yourself feel something simply because you think it is appropriate. From what you told me about him, he made no effort to give you any brotherly affection. In a sense, he was no more than an acquaintance. Please do not feel guilty that you cannot care more about his death.”

Darcy sighed and nodded. Full of gratitude, he looked at Mr. Bennet. “I recognize the truth in your words.” He shook the older man's hand and Mr. Bennet pulled him into a firm embrace, patting Darcy several times on the back.

“Good. I am glad you do not blame yourself for your feelings. You are a good man, William; do not ever doubt that.”

“And you are the best brother a man could ever ask for,” James said sincerely.

Overcome by the heartfelt sentiments expressed by his family, Darcy lowered his head to hide the tears welling in his eyes and he took a deep breath trying to check his emotions. He looked up at the three men surrounding him and gratefully thanked each one for their assistance.

Elizabeth sat quietly with Jane and her mother, gratified that her husband received so much support during this difficult time for him. She knew he would worry about her while he was away so she must assure him she would be well looked after. Jane would stay with her and she was sure the rest of her family would come as often as possible.

Darcy excused himself and asked Elizabeth to join him in his study. He knew they had to speak of the consequences of his brother's death. Their lives had changed irrevocably - he was Master of Pemberley now and they would have to move to Derbyshire - away from their family and friends. Greystone was their home, but Pemberley was his legacy and he had obligations to fulfill.

Settling her in a comfortable settee by the fireplace, he dropped to his knees in front of her and held both her hands. “Elizabeth, we must talk about what has happened. I am heir to Pemberley and there is great responsibility attached to that role. You know we will have to move - that I must take my rightful place - in Derbyshire.”

“I know we will have to go, but we will not have to move immediately, will we? Can we not stay here for the holidays and for the birth of our child?”

Darcy shook his head. “I will know much more after I speak with the family attorney. It is possible that I need only go for the funeral and can return home quickly. I will do my best to keep us here until the New Year. You understand that it may be necessary for us to go to Derbyshire immediately, do you not?”

Elizabeth did not respond at first. She silently looked at their clasped hands and Darcy saw the tears pooling in her eyes, but she sniffed them back. Elizabeth took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Do not worry about that now, my love. You first must go to London and take care of all that awaits you. We will speak of the move later. I am shocked, as you are, by our change in circumstances and it will take some time to absorb everything.”

Elizabeth caressed Darcy's knuckles with her thumbs and she gently pulled one hand away to touch his cheek. Darcy placed his free hand over her small one and leaned into her caress; then he turned his head and kissed her palm. He squeezed her hand gently and sighed, willing himself to stand. Elizabeth prevented him by putting her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Darcy's arms enveloped her and he hugged her tightly. He raised himself onto the settee next to her where she pulled his head onto her shoulder and stroked his hair gently, giving his forehead soft kisses while she murmured her love and assurances. A lone tear escaped from Darcy's eye and he quickly wiped it away.

He then pulled back from her shoulder, put a gentle hand on her protruding belly and allowed his strength to return. “I do not want to leave you, but I must prepare for the trip. I know you will be upset to leave Greystone, but we will have our family visit us and we will return to Hertfordshire as often as possible. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“You always have, my love. We will make a new home at Pemberley and I am looking forward to seeing the place you grew up.”

Darcy kissed her tenderly while caressing her rounded middle. His eyes shone with love and a few unshed tears. “You are my life - you and this child.”

Elizabeth returned his kiss and placed a hand over his. “As you are mine.”

Breaking the mood, Elizabeth urged Darcy to stand then held out her hands. “Please help me up. I am growing so cumbersome that I find I often need assistance. Now I must go and make sure everything is ready for your departure.”

“Would you please ask your father and Bingley to join me here? I need to speak to Mr. Cooper as well. Would you send someone to fetch him?”

Elizabeth nodded and moved to the door; she looked back at him and smiled before she stepped out and closed the door quietly behind her.

Darcy sighed heavily. He began sorting through the papers, looking for the ones he needed Mr. Bennet to address. He knew when he finished Elizabeth would have everything prepared for his departure.

The three men were closeted with Mr. Cooper for half an hour before they joined the others in the parlor. Bingley and Darcy bid farewell to their wives in the courtyard and climbed into the waiting carriage; it was soon out of sight down the road. The melancholy in the coach descended quickly and Darcy knew it would be a long few days without his Elizabeth to give him comfort and strength.

~~~~~

Darcy and Bingley arrived in London very late that evening. A bleary-eyed elderly man opened the door a crack and peered out.

“Why are you pounding on the door in the middle of the night? State your business.”

“Hello, Thompson. I am sorry to wake you.”

“M-Master William, is that you?” The older man opened the door wide. Looking mortified, he stood back to allow the two gentlemen to enter and immediately helped them remove their outer garments. Darcy agreed to the butler's suggestion of drinks in the library and he ushered Bingley toward the room.

“Is her ladyship here in Town?” he asked Thompson over his shoulder.

“No, sir, she did not accompany Mr. Darcy.”

“How long was my brother in residence?”

“He arrived three days ago and said he would be here through November.” Darcy stopped walking. “Sir, may I offer my condolences? The whole household was shocked.”

“Thank you. Mr. Bingley and I came as soon as we were able and we shall be here for the next few days until I can arrange for Harold to be returned to Derbyshire for burial. I need several notes delivered while you have our rooms prepared.”

“Very good, sir. I will have refreshments sent to you immediately. Your chambers will be prepared soon.”

Thompson left the two men to sip their drinks. Darcy sat at the writing desk and spent the next ten minutes composing notes to the family attorney and his own solicitor as well as a short letter to Elizabeth and another to his cousin, Richard. The silence was broken by a soft knock on the door; the housekeeper entered with a tray of meats, cheeses, bread, and wine.

Darcy gave the housekeeper a small smile. “Put the tray on the table by the fire, Mrs. Thompson. May I assume my usual chamber has been prepared?”

“Yes, Master William and the room next door was prepared as well. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He handed her the completed missives and asked that the letters be sent express and the notes delivered to the two attorneys' offices. Darcy and Bingley ate and then retired to their respective chambers.

~~~~~

Darcy woke early the next morning and hurried through his morning routine, arriving at the breakfast room just as the hallway clock chimed seven. He poured himself a cup of coffee and dropped into a chair; sipping the hot brew, he hoped it would chase the remaining cobwebs from his mind. Darcy had slept fitfully; he missed Elizabeth and worried about her welfare. He knew the Bennets and Jane were taking good care of her in his absence, but he disliked being away from her when she was only two months from her confinement.

Darcy tried to push thoughts of Hertfordshire to the back of his mind. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand and conduct whatever business necessary to conclude this whole sorry affair. He hoped to receive replies from the two solicitors - he had asked Parnell to be available to join him at the law firm of Johnston, Marks and Dodd, who had represented the Darcy family for many years. Darcy had never met Mr. Johnston; he was wary of the gentleman and hoped the man's first loyalty was not to his mother. He planned to have Parnell become the family's new attorney and had informed him of this in the short note he sent the previous night.

Mr. Thompson entered the breakfast room with the morning newspapers as well as the previous day's papers.

“The Master usually wanted coffee and something to settle his stomach in the mornings. Do you wish for a full breakfast, sir?”

After requesting ham, eggs and toast, Darcy deliberated and then decided to find out what he could from the older man.

“Tell me, Thompson, how did my brother spend his days? Did he have many visitors or any guests?”

“Normally, sir, he slept until eleven or so; he usually returned in the evenings at a rather late hour. He would sometimes have gentlemen with him, but more often than not, he came home alone. I do not recall him ever entertaining unless her ladyship was here, but he often dined at his club with friends when your mother was not in residence. On the day of his arrival this trip, Dr. Bradley was here to see him.”

“Dr. Bradley? He called for my mother's physician? Do you know why he came to see Harold?”

“I cannot tell you, sir; his valet sent for him and I did not know the doctor had been called until he arrived. Perhaps Clark could help you? I can summon him for you if you wish.”

“Yes, I would like to speak with him after breakfast. Would you have him come to the study in an hour? Is there anything else you can tell me about Harold's last few days?”

“There was nothing out of the ordinary, sir. He seemed to be as he always was; perhaps a bit... subdued in his interactions with the staff--”

Darcy smiled mirthlessly. “By that you mean he was less overbearing than usual. That seems unlike his normal character; he was typically quite demanding. What happened the day he died?”

“He woke late as usual, left for his club around one o'clock and returned for dinner at seven before leaving for the theater. I was awaiting his return when the coachman returned and told me of the Master's death.” Thompson shook his head. “Terrible thing to have happened.”

Darcy asked several more questions, but discovered little else of use and the butler went to search for Harold's valet, Clark.

~~~~~

A wiry man of about forty, wearing a supercilious expression entered the room and bowed stiffly before approaching the desk where Darcy sat. “You called for me, sir?”

Darcy eyed the man who looked at him with barely concealed distaste. “Yes, Clark; I had several questions for you regarding my brother--”

“The Master is dead! What more do you need to know?” The valet stood rigidly and stared coldly at Darcy. “He was murdered by a crazed tradesman who accosted him in a public place. I heard he accused the Master of trying to steal his wife, which is a ridiculous notion. Why would the Master want some tradesman's wife?”

Surprised and a bit angered by this outburst, Darcy placed his steepled fingers to his lips while he marshaled his thoughts and decided how to respond. The silence lengthened and Clark tapped his foot in obvious impatience, his arms folded across his chest, a belligerent look on his face.

Darcy managed to make his tone deceptively mild. “You have strong opinions about my brother's death; however, I need not remind you that my brother is no longer the Master of this house - I am. I expect to receive the deference due that position. Since you walked into this room your manner, as well as your speech, has shown nothing but disrespect for me. If you do not wish to be ejected from this house without a reference, I suggest you adjust your attitude and regulate your comments.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. Clark's posture showed that he disapproved of Darcy, while the mask he assumed showed no sign of disdain.

He nodded wordlessly waiting for Darcy to continue.

“Now that you understand my position, I expect you to answer my questions as civilly and completely as possible. First of all, Thompson said that Dr. Bradley saw my brother. I would like to know why.”

Clark released a quiet `hmph.' “Mr. Darcy felt unwell for a number of weeks. He suffered from continuous indigestion and a tingling in his hands. When we arrived in Town, the Ma-- Mr. Darcy requested that Dr. Bradley be called.”

“What did Dr. Bradley find?”

“I am sure I cannot tell you. You must ask Dr. Bradley that question.” Clark sniffed haughtily.

“Very well; perhaps you can tell me why her ladyship did not accompany him. My mother normally returns to town by November. Why did she not come with him?”

“Mr. Darcy wished to have the townhouse to himself. He planned to entertain some private guests and Lady Anne's presence was not required.”

“Ah... yes; I see. Was there any particular guest that he planned to entertain?” Darcy felt himself flushing slightly. He was embarrassed and not a little appalled by the allusion to his brother's objectionable love life.

“There were several ladies Mr. Darcy mentioned; however, I am sure you do not know any of them...sir.” Clark seemed to recall Darcy's reminder and tried to soften his condescending tone.

Darcy nodded sharply. Clark was likely correct; he knew few of Harold's acquaintances and none of his small circle of friends. This line of questioning was not yielding any useful information and only solidified his dislike of Harold's lifestyle. He would have to speak with Dr. Bradley, but he was convinced that this whole distasteful affair was an unfortunate, though possibly preventable, incident. The silence once again stretched for several minutes.

“I will be in residence for the next few days. I will prepare a letter of reference for you and I expect you to be gone from this house before I leave London.”

“You are dismissing me?” Clark was obviously shocked. “I was a loyal servant to Mr. Darcy for nearly ten years!”

“I am sure you were; however, I have my own valet and I do not need a second one.” Darcy's thin smile belied the dislike he felt for the man.

“Very well, I will remove myself from the premises by the end of the day,” Clark huffed. “I shall have no trouble finding employment among my Master's acquaintances.”

“Your letter of reference and final wages will be ready this afternoon. You may collect both from Thompson. That will be all, Clark.” Darcy's tone indicated there would be no further discussion.

The valet tugged on his waistcoat and looked arrogantly at Darcy before giving him a perfunctory bow and closing the door with some force as he left the room.

~~~~~

Darcy rubbed his hands across his face and sighed. The unpleasant interview with Harold's valet was over, but the day was only beginning. A soft knock heralded the arrival of the butler with the messages he expected from the two attorneys. In fact, one of the two items on the small silver salver Thompson held out to him was Parnell's calling card. Parnell read the newspaper article and after receiving Darcy's note he decided that he could best serve him by coming directly to Darcy House.

“Thompson, have Parnell come in and bring refreshments to us. I do not wish to be disturbed.”

“Very good, sir; Mr. Bingley is waiting for you in the breakfast room. Shall I tell him you are busy?”

“Ask him to join me here.”

Bingley announced his arrival with his distinctive three-rap knock and came into the room accompanied by Parnell.

“It was most kind of you to come here this morning, Mr. Parnell. I am glad we will have a chance to speak before meeting with the family's attorney.” Darcy came around the desk to shake hands with the older man. “Bingley, I thank you for joining us.”

The three men sat down in front of the fireplace and a maid entered with refreshments.

Parnell stated his concern that the family's attorney would object to his presence at the meeting, but Darcy assured Parnell that he planned to dissolve his connection with Mr. Johnston's firm.

“I do not know Mr. Johnston or other members of his firm, but if this is any indication of their attitude towards their clients,” Darcy waved the missive that had arrived with Parnell's card, “I am sure I do not wish to do business with them.”

“May I see it? Have they given you a time for the meeting?” Bingley reached for the note. He scanned the communication quickly. “`Dear Mr. Darcy...I am in receipt of your note dated...my condolences to the family...' Ah, yes, here it is. `A meeting to discuss the legalities of the Darcy holdings must be deferred until all of the pertinent paperwork may be gathered. Due to the unexpected death of Mr. Harold Darcy, our office has been caught unawares and there are documents that are currently outstanding...'”

Bingley looked up at Darcy, astonishment clearly written on his face. “They were caught unawares?”

“May I read it, Mr. Darcy?” Darcy nodded and Bingley handed the note to Parnell. Parnell frowned at certain lines as he read and pursed his lips in disapproval. He sighed and set the note on the table in front of him.

“Its tone is certainly patronizing and I understand your indignation. From its wording I would guess that Pemberley's steward has not provided all the necessary financial information from a recent transaction; however, that should not be an excuse to defer a meeting. I suggest we go directly to their offices.”

Darcy nodded. “I believe that is the best course. At minimum I wish to make my displeasure known that they dismissed my request. Regardless of our reception, I shall demand all of Pemberley's legal files immediately. I have an uneasy feeling about this firm's competence.”

Parnell tried to reassure him. “The firm has an excellent reputation, sir. I do not think that you need to worry about their overall competence. Perhaps this is just an unfortunate episode.”

“My mind is made up about removing Pemberley's legal affairs from their firm. I have every confidence in you, Mr. Parnell, and I want you to oversee all of my business matters.” Taking a last sip of his coffee, Darcy stood. “I would like to leave immediately for Johnston's office.”

They were met with little civility and Mr. Johnston was even less forthcoming than he was in his note. At first he was unwilling to discuss Pemberley's business with anyone except Darcy, but after Darcy insisted, he acquiesced and gave the men the briefest of summaries. He told them he was unused to having his work scrutinized and Mr. Harold Darcy gave him full authority to act as he saw fit.

Darcy was incensed; Bingley placed a placating hand on Darcy's shoulder and Mr. Parnell informed Mr. Johnston that Darcy wished to terminate the Darcy family's business arrangement with the firm. He requested all of the Darcy family files while Darcy struggled to regain his temper. Mr. Johnston at first refused, but Mr. Parnell pointed out that, as Pemberley's heir, Darcy was entitled to any and all of the records. With much grumbling Mr. Johnston instructed his clerk to gather the requested documents and prepare a final bill for payment.

Darcy left Parnell with a money pouch so he could finalize the transaction, and then walked out of Johnston's office and through the front door. He took a deep breath and looked up at the cloudy sky shrugging his shoulders as if to rid himself of an unseen burden. When he looked down he saw that Bingley had joined him and Darcy sent him an apologetic smile.

“It seems I must work on my composure. I cannot remember a time when I was so infuriated with anyone. Insufferable man! I have had my fill of meetings with condescending people.”

At Bingley's questioning look, Darcy related his confrontation with Harold's valet. Bingley chuckled softly and shook his head. “It appears your brother sought out people with similar temperament. I do not mean to speak ill of the dead, but Harold was one of the most pompous men I ever met.”

Darcy could do nothing but agree. “He was certainly selfish and self-important. When I was growing up, I do not remember a single time that he thought of anyone but himself. All his pretentiousness came to nothing though and I would certainly not wish such a death on anyone.”

Parnell joined them and the footmen came to relieve him of the two boxes of documents. “Shall we go to my office where we can sort through this paperwork and discuss what must be done?”

“I know it is necessary,” Darcy sighed. “I only wish I could return to Greystone at once. Unfortunately, after our discussion I have several more pieces of business to conduct before I can even think of returning home. Will you accompany us, Bingley?”

“I believe I shall go back to the townhouse if you do not mind. I have several letters to write and I should visit Caroline while I am here.” Bingley indicated a passing carriage. “I will hire a hackney.”

Waving off Darcy's protests and assuring him that it was no hardship for him, Bingley left the two men. At Parnell's office, the men spent several hours poring over all the documents retrieved from Johnston. They discovered no irregularities other than missing paperwork for the recent Derbyshire transaction. A number of documents took Darcy by surprise; they found the original marriage articles for his parents, as well as pieces of correspondence between Johnston and his mother regarding several business transactions. Darcy directed Parnell to acquire Pemberley's financial information from their bank and forward it to the townhouse.

Their business complete, Darcy left Parnell's office and proceeded to his next destination. He was obliged to speak to the coroner to ascertain when Harold's body could be sent to Derbyshire for burial. A brief meeting with the man determined that an inquest was scheduled for the next morning and Darcy was free to make provisions after that. The coroner provided the name of a company who would undertake such a trip and offered to send a boy to fetch the owner. Within an hour Darcy completed the arrangements and was ready to call upon Dr. Bradley.

Darcy was ushered into a small parlor in Dr. Bradley's surgery by an older woman who left to deliver his card to the physician. After a few minutes' wait, the door opened and Dr. Bradley entered, bowing as Darcy stood to greet him.

“Mr. Darcy, please allow me to offer my condolences to you. I was very surprised when I heard the news; I saw your brother only a few days ago.” Dr. Bradley gestured to two chairs and they sat facing each other.

“That is why I am here, Dr. Bradley. I was hoping you could tell me why Harold asked to see you.”

“Under the circumstances, I do not see any harm in telling you. Mr. Darcy called me because of tingling in his hands and persistent indigestion. I gave him several powders to help him with the discomfort, but there was little I could do to forestall the inevitable. Your brother suffered from a heart condition. If not for his untimely death, I do not believe he would have lived more than a year or two.”

“Harold had a weak heart?” Darcy was stunned. “He was dying?”

“Yes sir; I explained that it was likely exacerbated by his love of rich food and excessive drink, although I believe that he was born with some weakness of the heart. He apparently suffered from various symptoms since before your father died.”

Head bowed, Darcy quietly contemplated what Dr. Bradley told him. Even though his relationship with Harold was never close, he experienced a pang of sadness when he thought about his brother being alone, facing the reality of his mortality. It explained Harold's uncharacteristic behavior to the servants the few days before his death. It must have been very sobering to receive such dire news.

Darcy stood and held out his hand. “Thank you for your candor, Doctor. You have been most kind to explain Harold's condition; I am grateful to you.”

Dr. Bradley grasped Darcy's proffered hand. “You are welcome, Mr. Darcy. I wish we could have met again under better circumstances. And again, I offer my sincere sympathy for your loss.”

Darcy nodded his acknowledgment. “I will take up no more of your time. Good day, sir.”

The ride back to his townhouse was a blur as Darcy continued to think about what he learned. Even if Harold had not been killed, Darcy would likely have inherited Pemberley within a few years. He had thought there might be a possibility of his being Master of Pemberley, but he assumed that it would not be until he was much older; perhaps when the children he and Elizabeth would have were already grown. He hoped there would be a second son to take over Greystone. Now he had inherited Pemberley before their first child was born and he had to decide what to do: lease out Greystone or depend upon his father and brothers to care for the property. By the time he arrived at Darcy House, he was feeling overwhelmed and extremely tired. He still had Clark's letter of reference to write, and he had to give instructions about closing up the townhouse.

Darcy dispensed with the reference letter, leaving it with Thompson on his way to his chamber. He stepped into his dressing room long enough to take off his jacket, waistcoat and cravat before he entered his chamber and dropped on the bed. Lying with his arm flung across his forehead, Darcy tried to calm his mind and rest for a short time. The strain of the last two days and the lack of sleep the previous night finally overcame him and he drifted into a fitful sleep.

Several hours later he awoke from a nightmare about the last time he saw Harold. It was almost a year ago when he and Elizabeth were in Town for their honeymoon and they encountered his brother at the theater. Somehow that incident and Harold's stabbing merged into one and Darcy helplessly watched as his brother was attacked. He ran to his side and held Harold's hand as he died. Harold whispered something and Darcy bent down to hear him say the words “you will fail”. The words echoed through Darcy's mind. “You will fail...”

Darcy rubbed a hand across his face and shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. It was only a dream. You were not there and Harold did not say that. It was only a dream...

Pushing himself from the bed, Darcy went to his dressing room, splashed water on his face and then donned the clothes he had worn earlier. He left the room and went to the library where he found Bingley ensconced in a chair before the fireplace. Bingley rose when he spotted his friend and offered to pour him a drink.

“Thank you; that would be very welcome. Have you been back long?”

Bingley shook his head and returned to the chair with his own drink. “No, I only arrived about twenty minutes ago. I decided to call on the Gardiners before I visited Caroline. They send their regards and asked me to convey their condolences.”

“I thought of calling on them myself, but when I returned I was too exhausted to consider leaving again.”

Darcy dropped into a chair opposite Bingley, sipped his drink, and sighed. “Do you wish to hear what I learned?”

“Of course; tell me whatever you wish and if I am able to help you in any way, you need only ask.”

Darcy related everything that took place at Parnell's office, his meeting with the coroner, and his discussion with Dr. Bradley. Bingley's mouth fell open when Darcy told him what Dr. Bradley revealed.

“I know you were surprised to hear that Harold had seen the doctor, but to discover that he was dying - well, that must have shocked you.”

“Indeed, but what truly upset me was realizing how little I knew about my brother. I was aware of his drinking and womanizing, but I never considered what his day-to-day life involved. It was disheartening to think that I had a brother whom I knew less about than many of my acquaintances.”

Bingley reached over and sympathetically squeezed Darcy's shoulder. “That was certainly not your fault. He never encouraged you to be part of his life and you know that he disapproved of your connection to me. You did not make the choice to distance yourself from him - he made it for you.”

Darcy sighed and nodded. “I realize that he and my mother chose appearances over affection - not that either of them cared a whit about me - but now that I am part of the Bennet family, I realize just how little I know my own family. It is as if we are just casual acquaintances and that is an unhappy revelation. I really had no one until I married Elizabeth.”

“Well, there is no reason to dwell on past circumstances you could not control. You must look forward and make plans for the future. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“I will return to Hertfordshire briefly and then set out for Derbyshire for the funeral. The coroner assured me that Harold's body would be released tomorrow and I already arranged the transportation. It should take them about three days to reach Derbyshire. If I leave early tomorrow, I can spend the remainder of the day with Elizabeth before leaving the following day.”

“And when will you take control of Pemberley? Do you have a competent steward?”

Darcy stood and paced in front of the fire. “I must do it soon but I will know how to better answer you once I get there. The steward has been there for a number of years, but I know little about him since I spent no time dealing with estate business. Both my mother and brother made it clear to me that I was not welcome to meddle in that domain.”

“Then let us plan to leave tomorrow and we can discuss what to do next on the carriage ride home.”

~~~~~

Darcy decided he would travel to Derbyshire alone and the Bingleys would follow a few days later and bring Elizabeth with them. They were both certain Mr. and Mrs. Bennet would accompany them and Darcy was somewhat relieved that Elizabeth would have the support of her whole family while she made the transition from mistress of a modest estate to one that was many times its consequence.

He was concerned about her traveling such a great distance so late in her confinement, but if they delayed much longer the trip would be impossible. Darcy did not look forward to telling Elizabeth their plans although they had briefly discussed the possibility of leaving their current home before the baby was born. He would miss Greystone and the community, but he knew Elizabeth would feel the loss much more keenly.

The carriage pulled up the drive and stopped in the courtyard; Darcy saw Elizabeth and Jane emerge through the front door and descend to greet them. Jane held Lizzy's arm while she cautiously walked down the steps. Darcy did not wait for the footman to open the door and he disembarked immediately and heard Bingley follow him. Jane offered her hands to Bingley and Lizzy threw her arms around her husband's waist, hugging him as closely as her expanding stomach would allow. Darcy wrapped his arms around her then bent down to kiss the top of her head as she laid it against his chest.

“I am glad you are home; I missed you. Did you complete all your business in town?”

“Yes, everything is finished and I will not have to return there in the future.” Darcy released her and cupped her face with his hands. “I must leave for Derbyshire in the morning. Harold's body will be delivered there and it is necessary for me to arrange his burial. My mother is at Pemberley and I was told by the coroner that he sent her an express informing her of my brother's death since the staff in London did not know my whereabouts.”

“Oh William, must you travel again so soon? You are exhausted and it is such a long trip to Derbyshire.”

“It is my duty to be there, my love.” His face twisted in distaste. “Much as I dislike it, appearances must be maintained for the neighborhood. It would not be good for others to know that there was a rift between Harold and me.”

“I know you must go; I am only concerned for your health.” Elizabeth smiled gently, “I know you will return to me as quickly as you are able. Do you foresee longer than a week?”

Darcy closed his eyes in dread. He had hoped to delay this conversation until later, but he could not. He pulled her back into his arms, knowing he could not bear to see the look of disappointment when he told her that they would move to Pemberley much sooner than she had hoped. He gently rubbed her back.

“It is not likely that I will return to Greystone in the near future,” he whispered in her ear. “The initial report of the state of Pemberley's fortune is alarming and I must begin to repair the damage. I must be there to oversee the progress.”

Elizabeth stiffened and Darcy released her and placed her hand in the crook of his arm. “Come; let us return to the house so we may discuss this.” He looked over to Bingley and Jane. “Will you come inside?”

“I think not; Jane and I will return to Netherfield. You and Lizzy have much to talk about.”

Darcy kissed Jane's hand and reached to shake Bingley's. “Then I thank you both for your help.”

Elizabeth removed her arm from Darcy's and hugged her sister. “Thank you for staying with me. You were a great comfort.” They both had tears pooling in their eyes when they released one another.

“Charles and I will come again tomorrow. We will help you through this in any way we can.”

Darcy and Elizabeth slowly ascended the steps and went into the library. After seating Elizabeth in a comfortable chair, he rang for refreshments and then sat in the chair opposite, reaching out to take her hands.

“I wish it were not necessary for us to move immediately, but it is important that I take control of the estate as soon as possible. Bingley and I discussed plans during our trip home. He will speak with your father tomorrow and they will make arrangements for our family to come north. I shall travel ahead to arrange Harold's burial and you and the Bingleys will join me in Lambton.”

Elizabeth nodded wordlessly and kept her eyes on their joined hands. She heard the strain in Darcy's voice and if she looked at him she would begin to cry. She did not want to leave Hertfordshire - certainly not before the baby was born - but she knew he had no choice but to take over Pemberley as soon as possible. Her place was at his side and she would go, no matter how difficult it would be for her.

“I know it will be hard for you to leave all of our family, but Bingley will explain to your father and I am sure that your parents will want to come to Pemberley to be with you. The Gardiners are very welcome to join us as well. I know it will not be the same as living here at Greystone, but it is the best I can offer you. Please, my love, tell me that you understand why I must do this.”

The pleading tone of his voice forced Elizabeth look into his face. He looked so worried. She gave a shaky smile as a tear slid down her cheek. “I understand you must go and I thank you for doing all you can to make it easier for me. Let us hope our separation will be of short duration and I can join you at Pemberley before much time passes.”

Darcy sighed and kissed her hands fervently. “Thank you for understanding, my love. You have made my mind easier.”

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Cooper entered with a tray. Surreptitiously wiping a stray tear from her cheek, Elizabeth turned away until the housekeeper had left. She poured tea for each of them and they drank in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

“I noticed that the Bingleys' coach arrived behind a different carriage.” Elizabeth gestured towards the stables. “What happened to ours?”

“That was Harold's carriage and it will be more comfortable for you on the long journey north. Our carriage should arrive shortly with my luggage and I will use it to travel to Derbyshire.” Darcy leaned over to kiss her forehead. “I want to make this trip as easy for you as possible.”

“You always take such prodigious care of me.” Elizabeth smiled and kissed his cheek.

Darcy stood and offered his hand to her. “I would like to take a short rest. Would you please join me, Mrs. Darcy?”

Elizabeth placed her hand in his and he pulled her from the chair, tucking her hand around his arm. “I would be happy to join you, sir. I feel the need of a nap myself - I did not sleep well the last two nights.”

“Nor I, my love. I missed you; the bed seemed so empty without you in my arms.”

~~~~~

They spent several hours in their chamber, but the remainder of the day was a flurry of activity to prepare for Darcy's departure early the next morning. He met with Mr. Cooper to explain the change in their circumstances and arrange for the care of the estate. Then he took care of correspondence and finished what outstanding business he was able. Elizabeth spent time with Mrs. Cooper and began sorting through her belongings to prepare for packing.

Dinner was served at seven and the couple retired shortly thereafter. Elizabeth was determined that Darcy would get a decent night's sleep and Darcy was equally determined as she to spend every possible minute with her.

They shared a tearful goodbye in their room the next morning. Darcy insisted Elizabeth remain in the house, but she refused and stood at the top of the steps, waving to him until his carriage was out of sight. Sighing, she turned and re-entered the house, and walked up to their room. She climbed on the bed and hugged Darcy's pillow, inhaling deeply of his scent clinging to it. A few tears fell on the pillowcase and she drifted back to sleep, dreaming that she was holding him tightly as she had the previous night.

Chapter 8 - Pemberley
Darcy watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation and when at length they turned in at the lodge, his emotions were in turmoil. They entered it in one of its lowest points and drove for some time through the beautiful wood, stretching over a wide extent. They gradually ascended for half a mile and were at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased and the eye instantly caught Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of the valley.

Darcy had instructed the driver to stop at this point so he could show Elizabeth the house. She had fallen asleep as soon as they entered the carriage; the final leg of the journey to Lambton exhausted her. Darcy would have her rest, but she insisted on traveling at once to Pemberley. He gently kissed her cheek and brushed a stray curl from her face.

“Elizabeth, wake up, my love.”

Elizabeth stirred slightly and murmured in her sleep, burrowing closer to Darcy's side. He continued to stroke her cheek until she finally opened her eyes.

“Where are we? Have we arrived?”

Darcy gestured to the window. “Look, there is Pemberley. What do you think of your new home?”

It was a large, handsome, stone building standing well on rising ground and backed by a ridge of high woody hills. In front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal nor falsely adorned.

“Oh my; it is wonderful! I have never seen a place where nature has done more or where natural beauty has been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. I cannot believe I will be mistress of all this.” She turned to Darcy with shining eyes and smiled, her fatigue forgotten.

He laughed at her enthusiasm and kissed her soundly. “Yes you will be mistress and a most excellent one, I am sure.”

Darcy knocked on the roof of the carriage and they descended the hill, crossed the bridge and drove to the door. He watched Lizzy as she examined the aspect of the house and wondered if she still harbored apprehensions of meeting his mother. He felt her trembling and watched her hands clench and unclench several times in her lap before he reached over and covered them with one of his own.

“There is no need to be nervous, my love. All you need do is be yourself and everyone will love you. Mrs. Reynolds is already predisposed to think well of you since she knows you took prodigiously good care of me for the last year. She will be very helpful to you as you learn the workings of the estate. Whenever you have questions and I am not available to answer you, Mrs. Reynolds will do her best to help you.”

She turned her hand around in order to hold his and looked into his eyes. “I am not nervous about the staff's reception, William; you know it is your mother who concerns me. We did not part on cordial terms and she has been the mistress here for many years.”

Raising their joined hands to his lips, Darcy kissed the back of her hand. “I understand your concern, but do not let her intimidate you. She has no authority here and I will not allow her to upset you. I am the Master now and you are Pemberley's mistress and if my mother does not abide by my wishes she will not be welcome here.”

“Surely you would not ask her to leave?”

“If it is necessary for your peace of mind, yes; I will have her leave.”

Elizabeth's eyes widened, distress clearly written upon her face. “No! No, you must not do that! She is your mother and this is her home. You must promise me you will not make her leave. Promise me, please, my love.”

“I would give you almost anything you ask of me, but I cannot promise you. I will not tolerate her being unkind to you, especially now when you are close to your confinement. Please understand my mother normally spent the winter in London and would only reside at Pemberley during the summer or when Harold was here with a house party. She is not fond of Derbyshire society and she likes to entertain her friends from the Ton, so I do not believe it would be a hardship for her to live elsewhere. Besides, there is the dowager house. If Harold had married, Mother would have lived there or in London long ago.”

The carriage stopped in a large courtyard. Darcy squeezed Elizabeth's hand and smiled encouragingly. “Are you ready, my love?”

Elizabeth gave him a small smile and nodded. “Yes, but please stay with me for a time after we greet your mother and the staff. I am a bit overwhelmed by everything.”

“Of course, I will stay with you for as long as you wish. Once I have introduced you to Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds and we have greeted my mother, we shall go directly to our chamber so you may rest. I know the journey has been very tiring for you.”

Darcy reached for the door handle and opened it, allowing the footman to hold it open and lower the step. He got out, turned to help Elizabeth debark from the carriage, placing her hand in the crook of his arm and holding it firmly with the other. There was an array of servants waiting to greet them, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds at the forefront. His mother was not there.

He approached the butler and housekeeper and looking down at Elizabeth he was unable to contain a smile.

“Mrs. Darcy, may I present Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds; this is my wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy.”

The couple bowed and curtseyed to Darcy and Elizabeth and greeted them cordially. Darcy spoke briefly to the remaining servants, thanking everyone for coming to welcome them before turning to Mrs. Reynolds.

“Where is my mother presently? We will greet her and then retire immediately. I assume the master's suite was prepared for us?”

“Of course, Master Will--pardon me, Mr. Darcy. I arranged for baths for you and a light meal in your chambers. Your mother is in her sitting room.”

"The couple entered the house, removed their outer garments, and followed Mrs. Reynolds to Lady Anne's sitting room."

“Mr. and Mrs. Darcy have arrived, ma'am.”

“Thank you, Reynolds, you may go. Fitzwilliam, do not stand in the hallway. Come in at once.”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he smiled encouragingly at Elizabeth and entered the room, holding her hand tightly on his arm. He bowed briefly to his mother.

“We will stay only a short time, madam. My wife is extremely fatigued and I want her to retire. I shall meet with you in the morning to discuss arrangements.”

“You will do no such thing! She may certainly retire; this business is none of her concern, but you will stay and attend me.”

“No, I will not stay and I will escort my wife to our chamber.”

“What do you think you are about? Your brother has been dead these last eight days and you have only now come to Pemberley. You have already shirked your responsibilities and now you intend to ignore my request. This is not to be borne!”

“Do not presume to say I shirk my duties. I have been in Derbyshire since Harold's funeral and cannot be blamed that you chose not to leave your chambers. I decided to wait until my wife arrived before coming to Pemberley. It took a few extra days since it was necessary for her to make the trip in small stages; Elizabeth has only two months until her confinement.”

“She is with child? Why was I not informed?”

“If you recall, your ladyship, we have not been on speaking terms. I would have informed you of your grandchild's existence once the babe was born, but I did not think you would be interested as you seldom care what I do unless you believe it reflects poorly on the family,” Darcy bitterly replied.

“If you had said something sooner, perhaps we could have made some arrangements for her to leave quietly and have the child elsewhere. Certainly, if it is a boy, it cannot be heir to Pemberley. Now it will be very difficult, not to mention expensive to get the marriage annulled, but--”

Elizabeth gasped. Darcy thundered, “Enough, madam! You have insulted me and disparaged my wife and I will not tolerate it. The child Elizabeth carries is a Darcy and if we are blessed with a son, he will be the next master of this estate. There is nothing you can do to change it and I strongly suggest you never make such a proposal again.”

Tears flowed down Elizabeth's cheeks and she sobbed softly, causing Darcy to turn to her and embrace her. He held her head against his chest and stroked her hair.

“Hush, my love. Do not let what she said upset you. We will go to our room at once and we will both rest. It has been a long and tiring day and you are exhausted. I will deal with her later.”

Darcy nodded at his mother. “We will continue any further discussions tomorrow. I bid you good day.”

Before Elizabeth could protest, Darcy scooped her into his arms and walked towards the door. From behind he could hear his mother sputter.

“How dare you flout propriety in such a manner! What will the servants think? Put her down at once!”

Casting an angry, dark look over his shoulder, Darcy gave his mother a small, cold smile. “I will remind you of this only once. I am the master of this house and you are here at my sufferance. Be prudent in how you speak to me or Mrs. Darcy; I will not tolerate any more outbursts. If you expect to spend any more time at Pemberley, you will curb your tongue in the future. Do I make myself clear?”

Lady Anne stared open-mouthed at him and then quickly snapped her mouth shut, regained her hauteur and huffed, “Perfectly.”

As Darcy exited his mother's parlor, he saw Mrs. Reynolds standing a short distance down the hall, wringing her hands and looking worriedly at him. He directed a small, yet reassuring smile at her and beckoned with his head for her to follow him.

He walked down the hall and entered the family wing speaking softly to her.

“There are several things I want you to do immediately. First, remove all of my mother's belongings from the mistress' suite and move them to one of the larger guest rooms. I care not which one only that it is as far from the master suite as possible. Second, question her maid and determine where Lady Anne keeps the Darcy jewelry, remove any pieces she has and place them in the vault in Father's study. Finally, have Harold's belongings boxed and stored in the attics. I will go through them some time in the future. If there are any papers or documents among them, put them in the study as well.”

Mrs. Reynolds gave Darcy a warm smile, nodded, and assured him everything would be done as quickly as possible. Before he disappeared into the master's suite, she touched his arm. “It is so good to have you and the Mistress home. You have been sorely missed, Master.

He smiled slightly at her emphasis on the appellation. “Thank you. I am sorry it had to be under such circumstances, but I am happy to see you again. We shall speak later, but now I must settle Mrs. Darcy in our room. She had a long journey and an unsettling morning. See that we are not disturbed until I ring for assistance.”

Raising her head from where she had nestled against Darcy's chest, Elizabeth smiled wanly at the housekeeper and murmured her own thanks before Darcy walked into the room and the footman closed the door softly behind them.

Darcy carefully deposited Elizabeth on the bed's soft coverlet and brushed the tears and stray strands of hair off her face.

“Rest while I call your maid. I will return very soon.”

Looking at Darcy through tear-filled eyes, Elizabeth reached to clutch his hand, holding it tightly between her two small ones and pressing it to her chest.

“How could your mother be so cruel? I knew she opposed our marriage, but I did not know she would go to such extremes. Does she truly think so little of us?”

“Please do not distress yourself. Whenever anyone opposes her wishes, my mother goes to any length to get her own way. She was that way with my father and brother and she will try to do the same with me. This time, however, she will not succeed.”

“I understand now what you tried to tell me about her before our marriage and I see why you do not want her living with us. She truly does not care about you except when you act contrary to her wishes. Then she attempts to impose her desires upon you. I did not believe any mother could treat her child in such a manner, but I now see I was mistaken. How can she dislike you so?”

“There is a part of the story I did not tell you. Shortly after I moved into Greystone, Mrs. Reynolds sent me a crate with some of my father's belongings and a small locked box with my initials. I know you have seen that box in my study and the key to it is here on my watch fob. In that box was your ring, a copy of my father's will, some business documents and a letter.

“My father wrote that letter a few months before he died. In it, he explained many things I had not understood and it allowed me to comprehend for the first time why my mother resents me so much. Firstly, I was the unwanted product of one of the few times my father exercised his rights as a husband; I had always wondered why there was a fourteen-year age difference between Harold and myself. Secondly, I am my father's son; I strongly resemble him and am similar to him in temperament. My mother only married my father for his large estate and old family name; she never felt any affection for him. Finally, she was angry my father left me a bequest of 30,000 pounds, which was equal to her dowry. She always supposed she could threaten to withhold that money from me in order to make me do as she wished. Father took that power away from her by leaving me the amount outright in his will.

“I wondered then why he left me that amount, but I see now that it was his small revenge for all the misery he suffered during their marriage. He implored me to follow my heart and not make the same mistakes he had made. The day I read the letter was the day I asked to court you. Between finding the ring and what he said in the letter, I felt that it reflected his approval and blessing to marry you. I do not regret for a moment that I made that decision.”

Darcy kissed Elizabeth gently, his intense love for her shining in his eyes; Elizabeth's own love was plain to see. She reached up to caress his cheek before sliding her hand around the back of his neck to pull him to her and hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for telling me. I understand why you could not tell me at the time and I am so very happy you followed your father's advice. Please do not call my maid; stay here and hold me.”

Darcy smiled wickedly at her. “Of course; it is my greatest pleasure to do your bidding especially when it so closely resembles my own wishes. Roll on your side so that I may undo your buttons. You are overdressed for a nap.”

Giving him a mischievous smile in return, Elizabeth did as he asked and soon found herself dressed in only her chemise watching her husband divest himself of his waistcoat, jacket, cravat, boots and breeches. Then clad only in his shirt, he rolled her on her side to the middle of the bed, pulled a soft blanket up to cover them and then snuggled tightly behind her. His hand moved to its customary place on her abdomen, gently rubbing the mound there and waiting for his child to make its presence known. He did not have long to wait before he felt several small kicks in his palm and he sighed contentedly. Before long the new Master and Mistress of Pemberley fell into an exhausted, but restful sleep.

~~~~~

As soon as the door to the master's bedchamber closed, Mrs. Reynolds instructed the footman to find several other servants to begin the task of moving Lady Anne's belongings to the guest suite at the far end of the opposite wing before returning to his post at the Master's door. She entered through the mistress' dressing room and rang the bell for Lady Anne's maid, Giselle. Mrs. Reynolds informed the open-mouthed woman of Darcy's instructions. Giselle was at first reluctant to relinquish the jewelry, yet after being told that the Master would most likely turn her from the house without reference if she disobeyed his request, she retrieved the case and sullenly handed it to Mrs. Reynolds.

Mrs. Reynolds heard a loud commotion in the hallway and the door to the dressing room flew violently open.

“What is the meaning of this? How dare you come into my chambers and rifle through my belongings? Remove yourself at once and get those louts out of my sitting room!”

Mrs. Reynolds stood her ground and faced the angry woman. “I am sorry, but I have my instructions from the Master to prepare the room for the Mistress and I arranged for your belongings to be moved to the Green Room in the other wing.”

Lady Anne's face was a picture - her color went from red to white then back to red as her mouth opened and closed in a remarkable imitation of a landed fish gasping for air. She narrowed her eyes and glared furiously at the housekeeper as the implication of her words sank in.

“You will rue the day you treated me in such a manner,” Lady Anne hissed. “I will make your life a misery and he will do nothing to stop me.”

Mrs. Reynolds shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “As you say, madam. Now if you will please excuse me, I must get back to carrying out the Master's wishes.”

Lady Anne stamped her foot, clenched her fists and repeated her threat. “You will be extremely sorry you defied me.” Turning on her heel, she swished angrily into the hallway, heading for the master's bedchamber. There she peered up into the stoic face of a burly footman who stood squarely in front of the double doors to the room.

“Move out of my way! I will speak to my son, now!”

“I am sorry, your ladyship, but the Master left strict orders; he is not to be disturbed until he calls.”

She darted around the footman to get to the door, but he cut her off, maintaining a firm stance. In frustration, she pummeled the man's chest and shrieked, “Let me through! You cannot keep me from seeing my son!”

Mrs. Reynolds walked up behind the two, folded her arms in front of her and stated calmly, “On the contrary, your ladyship, Pierce is perfectly capable of preventing you from entering the room. Yet if he were unable to do so, the locked door would certainly keep you from disturbing the Master.”

Lady Anne glared at the housekeeper for a long moment. “I shall be in my parlor and I expect to be informed the minute my son is available.” She dramatically turned around and haughtily walked down the hallway, holding her head high and ignoring the servants who stood gaping after her.

The servants heaved a collective sigh of relief as she turned the corner and moved out of sight. Mrs. Reynolds could not help but smile smugly while she thought a bit vindictively, Finally, the great lady received a taste of her own medicine and finds it bitter indeed!

The Master did not ring for assistance until late in the afternoon when he requested a light meal sent to the rooms. The footman suspected the entire time was not spent resting as he heard occasional muffled noises coming from the chamber. An hour or so after the meal had been delivered, a slightly disheveled Darcy, clad in a dressing gown, opened to reveal breeches and a wrinkled shirt appeared at the door.

“Is Mrs. Reynolds still in her ladyship's room? I wish to speak with her.”

Pierce bowed and after quietly responding in the affirmative, he moved down the hall to fetch the housekeeper. He had been startled to see the Master so informally dressed. Pierce glanced back briefly and watched Mr. Darcy wrap his dressing gown around himself and tie the sash. After informing Mrs. Reynolds that she was needed, Pierce followed her back to his station.

Darcy ushered Mrs. Reynolds into the sitting room between the two bedroom chambers.

“My wife still sleeps and I do not wish to leave her alone; however, I must look at the ledgers and estate documents from the study. Please see that everything is brought to me here and have a small desk found for me to use in the mistress' chamber. I want dinner served at seven and I do not wish to be disturbed until then.”

Mrs. Reynolds nodded and turned to leave. Before she reached the door Darcy's voice arrested her.

“Where is her ladyship?”

“I believe she is still in her sitting room, sir. She said she would await you there.”

“Very well; inform her when dinner will be served and that I will speak to her afterwards.”

The housekeeper nodded again and when she turned away from Darcy, a small smile formed on her lips. Her ladyship will be most displeased with this news. I shall tell her myself to see her reaction.

After issuing Darcy's orders to several servants, Mrs. Reynolds went to Lady Anne's sitting room. She found her ladyship sitting stiffly on her `throne' looking very displeased.

“What do you want, Reynolds? Where is my son? I have waited an inordinate amount of time and I have many important subjects to discuss with him.”

“The Master asked me to inform you that dinner will be served at seven o'clock and he will speak to you after the meal.”

Lady Anne's face showed all her disgruntlement - her eyes bulged slightly as she glared at Mrs. Reynolds, her brow wrinkled in anger and two very rosy spots formed on her cheeks. “He will speak to me later? What is he doing now? Does he not realize that there are decisions to be made?” With each question her voice became more strident.

“The Master is with the Mistress, madam. He ordered estate documents be brought to their chamber where he will work until she awakes. He is not to be disturbed until dinner is served.”

“Well, we shall see about that!” Lady Anne rose and started huffily for the door. Mrs. Reynolds stood in her way, refusing to move. “Get out of my way! I will see my son now!”

Mrs. Reynolds folded her arms across her chest, a gleeful feeling rising within her. “I am afraid that is not possible, your ladyship. Pierce is still outside the Master's door and I assure you that he will not let you in.”

“You have become very disrespectful, Reynolds. If you think I will tolerate such behavior, you are mistaken. I can have you dismissed if you continue to be so insolent.”

“I am sorry if you feel that I have been discourteous, but I am only following the Master's orders. You always stress that the Master has total authority when he is in residence. I am complying with rules you set down.”

Lady Anne sputtered and with a dismissive wave of her hand, she sent Mrs. Reynolds away. “Very well; I will see my son at dinner.”

Mrs. Reynolds closed the door softly. She could not keep the broad smile off her face. I enjoyed that far too much. Making her swallow her own words was a small success, but she will not be easily swayed in the future. For now I will savor my little victory.

~~~~~

Darcy and Elizabeth descended the long flight of steps leading from Pemberley's front door. The first carriage containing their expected family members stopped and Mr. Bennet emerged, followed by Mrs. Bennet and James. Darcy watched Mrs. Bennet with some amusement as she tried to temper her reaction to her first sight of Pemberley. She was singularly unsuccessful; her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. James appeared slightly less astonished, but still showed his awe at the impressive façade.

The couple greeted their guests as the Bingleys' large carriage pulled to a stop. The footman opened the door and Bingley quickly bounded down the step. He turned to help Jane, Mrs. Gardiner and his mother from the carriage; Mr. Gardiner gazed at Pemberley from inside the carriage.

“Mrs. Bingley, I am surprised to see you here.” Darcy walked to her and kissed her hand. She pulled her hand away and held his face between both her hands and kissed his cheek lightly.

“William, it is so good to see you again. I only wish it could be under happier circumstances. I hope I do not inconvenience you, but I could not stay away.”

He reassured her that she was very welcome and then turned to the rest of the group. He shook hands with the gentlemen and kissed the ladies' hands before gesturing toward the house. “I welcome everyone to Pemberley. Shall we go in?”

Elizabeth greeted Mrs. Bingley, and then she linked their arms and whispered in the older lady's ear, “I am so happy you are here. My family does not know Lady Anne's temperament as well as you do and you will be a great comfort to me. Thank you for coming.”

Mrs. Bingley squeezed Elizabeth's hand and smiled reassuringly. “That is precisely why I came, my dear. Someone must keep you safe from her ladyship. William will be unable to stay with you every minute so I can remain close by and stop her from abusing you.”

“We shall see if she continues to mistreat me. She was very insulting yesterday, but William told her in no uncertain terms that her behavior was unacceptable and he would make her leave if she did not behave properly.”

Mrs. Bingley chuckled. “I can imagine that she was quite put out.”

“Indeed, we heard her shrieking at the servants in the hallway outside the master's suite yesterday afternoon, but we have not seen her today.”

“I see your guests have arrived, Fitzwilliam.” Lady Anne stood at the top of the staircase. “Would you be so kind as to perform introductions?”

She swept down the long staircase and stopped at the base seemingly waiting for the group to join her. She nodded curtly as Darcy introduced her to the Bennets and Gardiners and offered each person a perfunctory welcome. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Mrs. Bingley standing arm in arm with Elizabeth.

“You were not expected. To what do we owe the privilege of your company?”

“Madam--” Darcy warned.

“I wished to pay my respects to Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, your ladyship," Mrs. Bingley interrupted hurriedly. "Mr. Darcy assured me that I am very welcome.”

“Yes, well…I assume that everyone would like some refreshments? Please follow me.”

She sailed down the hall and swept into the drawing room, claiming an ornate chair similar to the `throne' in her sitting room. Lady Anne's presumptuous behavior annoyed Darcy, but he said nothing, deciding to confront her privately as soon as his guests were settled.

Darcy watched Elizabeth closely and an hour later when he saw her stifling a yawn, he quickly rang for Mrs. Reynolds.

“I am sure you would all like to settle in your rooms. Mrs. Reynolds will take you there now and please do not hesitate to inform her if there is anything you require. I believe Elizabeth may also benefit from a nap.” He nodded to the housekeeper who entered the room as he spoke; he helped Elizabeth to her feet and kissed her cheek. “I will join you shortly,” he whispered softly in her ear.

Lady Anne stood to leave the room. “I would speak with you privately, your ladyship.”

“What is it, Fitzwilliam?” she demanded once everyone else left the room. “Please make this short; I need to arrange for the evening's meal. I suppose it does not need to be elaborate - these people would not expect such.” Lady Anne paced impatiently in front of her chair.

“Very well, I will be brief. First of all, I am not pleased with your arrogant behavior or your rude comment to Mrs. Bingley. Secondly, it is not your place to make arrangements in this house; that duty belongs to the Mistress. Elizabeth already spoke with Mrs. Reynolds about this evening's meal.”

A shocked look crept on to her face before it hardened. She put her hands on her hips. “I welcome these nobodies into my home and you dare call me arrogant? As to being rude to Mrs. Bingley, I find that laughable. She showed up on my doorstep without an invitation. If I was rude, I was only returning kind for kind.”

Darcy clenched his jaw, trying to restrain his anger. “I will remind you again that this is my home; I am the Master here and you are living here only because Elizabeth asked me that you be allowed to remain. I will not tolerate any poor behavior on your part. If you do anything, anything at all, of which I disapprove, your belongings will be packed and moved to the dowager house.”

“You would not dare to remove me from Pemberley! Polite society would shun you for casting off your own mother and you could not show your face in London.”

Darcy emitted a derisive snort. “Show my face in London? Why would I wish to do so? I have much to occupy myself here at Pemberley not to mention that Elizabeth will soon present me with our first child. I have no need or any desire to venture to London unless it is to visit the Gardiners' home near Cheapside.”

Lady Anne sniffed scornfully. “You would go to such a neighborhood? What are you thinking? A Darcy would never be seen in that part of London!”

“This Darcy as well as Mrs. Darcy visited our family several times since our marriage and our children will do the same.”

“You dare disgrace the Darcy name? You know you must break all ties with such people!”

“I most certainly will not! How can you be so hypocritical? Consider how my brother disgraced the Darcy name. I think Society will remember his unprincipled behavior and untimely demise for some time since Harold was killed by a husband whom he had made a cuckold.”

“Harold did not know that she was married! He merely escorted an acquaintance to the theater when he was attacked by that crazed man.”

Darcy shook his head in scornful amusement. “Believe what you wish, but it was well known in London that my brother was a philanderer.”

“That is a lie! How can you say such a thing about your own family?”

“My family died many years ago. I have been no better than an orphan since my father died if you consider the paltry attention either you or Harold paid me. I have a new family now; one who cares for me and I will be a father soon. I owe nothing to a man who despised me my entire life.”

“You cannot mean that! He was your brother and you should--”

“I have heard enough and I no longer wish to discuss this. My wife expects me so I bid you good afternoon.” Darcy bowed perfunctorily and left the room swiftly without looking back.

~~~~~

Lady Anne could not keep the look of distaste from her face as she gazed at the young woman now sitting, surrounded by her family, in her place at table. It was beyond her comprehension how the plans she so carefully made twenty-five years ago were now ruined by this little upstart. She had not originally plotted to use her eldest son, but when she had to suffer through a second confinement and birth, her resentment grew and she resolved then that the Darcy fortune would end with Harold.

She always knew that, despite his Fitzwilliam looks and haughty manner, Harold was weak-willed and easy to manipulate. She maliciously filled Harold's head with thoughts of his father's inferiority due to his birth and egalitarian views. It was not difficult and by the time Mr. Darcy died, Harold was her masterpiece - full of pride, self-importance, greed, immoral habits, and a total disdain for his fellow man, save the few people he deigned to consider his equals.

Throughout the last ten years Lady Anne managed to take over running Pemberley, allowing an inept steward to care for the tenants and the estate's holdings. Harold never displayed an inclination to manage the Pemberley legacy and Lady Anne had every reason to believe by the time Harold died - a bachelor and childless - the estate would be on the brink of bankruptcy.

Now Harold was dead and her much-despised second son was the Master of Pemberley. Besides the disappointment of having the management of the estate removed from her, she had to suffer the indignity of being pushed aside and forced to watch a little nobody from a family of no advantageous connections, and who boasted relatives in trade take over her position. Not only that, the little chit had the effrontery to conceive a child that could likely be the next heir to Pemberley.

Lady Anne was in a tenuous position - she could not persuade or forcefully sway her son. He banished her to the farthest bedchamber in the manor and she knew the servants would no longer follow her every order. She had one ally left at Pemberley - Giselle, her maid. Yet, Giselle made herself disagreeable to the other servants and Lady Anne could not expect her to provide tidbits about the household's goings-on. The only way she would be able to regain her position in the house was to befriend her daughter-in-law and keep her counsel until she found a way to turn the situation to her advantage.

~~~~~

Darcy and Elizabeth settled in at Pemberley with the help of their family. A fortnight after they arrived, Mr. Gardiner and James left, but both of them planned to return for Christmas. The Bingleys, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Mrs. Gardiner and her two children remained at Pemberley. Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Gardiner continued their attendance upon Elizabeth, keeping Lady Anne as far as possible away from her.

Elizabeth's confinement continued without incident and by the middle of November, she was so large she had even greater difficulty getting in and out of chairs. Darcy had to help her into bed but she continued her walks every morning, keeping to the paths nearest to the house and, at Darcy's request, she was accompanied by Mrs. Bingley, Mrs. Gardiner or himself.

~~~~~

Lady Anne had great difficulty putting her plan into action. Elizabeth was never alone; her aunt or Mrs. Bingley were always with her and the few times that Lady Anne saw Elizabeth unaccompanied she was either going towards Darcy's study or leaving company to rest. If she did not know better, Lady Anne would have suspected Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Gardiner were deliberately keeping her away from Elizabeth. She mused over her plan while sipping from a cup of tea in her sitting room.

They could not possibly suspect anything. How could they know I plan to convince that girl that I can be helpful to her? Heaven knows she has no experience running a household this size. That little house on that insignificant estate my son purchased is nothing compared to Pemberley. She will see the wisdom of my living here to relieve her of the burden as mistress. Her confinement will soon be upon her and she will be indisposed for some time. I will regain control of the household then and Fitzwilliam will see he chose his wife poorly and will be more amenable to the idea of a divorce. She can take the child and live elsewhere. I can use some of my dowry money to set her up in a modest establishment somewhere far away from Derbyshire. Perhaps someplace in Scotland...

Her hopes, however, continued to be disappointed and her frustration escalated. Finally, about a month after everyone came to Pemberley, Lady Anne had enough and she burst into Darcy's study unannounced.

“I wish to speak with you at once. All these people here, at a time like this, is intolerable. We are in mourning; we should not be entertaining company.”

“Your ladyship, I request that you do not enter my study without my permission. In future, if you wish to see me, please send a servant. In addition, your statement about company is wholly incorrect. They are all perfectly aware that the house is in mourning and they are here to support me in any way they are able. I am grateful that all of my family is here and they are welcome to stay as long as they can. Now if you will excuse me, I must get back to work.”

Darcy's continued dismissal incensed her even more. Lady Anne exploded.

“How dare you call them your family?! I am your only family! These people are nothing - they have no connections, no breeding - and they are involved in trade. You might be willing to associate with such inferior people, but I will not allow it. Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted? Heaven and earth! Of what can you be thinking?”

Darcy rose to his feet and leaned over the desk, glaring down at her. She watched him a little uneasily as anger clouded his countenance and his features hardened like granite. The silence was deafening and stretched for several long moments and, yet, when he finally spoke his voice sounded calm.

“Am I to understand that you are unhappy that my family is here with me? Since I wish to have my family stay and you do not wish to associate with them, there is no other alternative for you than to vacate Pemberley. I will not try to dissuade you; I shall instruct the servants to pack your belongings and you can immediately move to the dowager house.”

Lady Anne was stunned. “You would have me removed[i] from Pemberley? Are these people more important to you than your own [i]mother?”

“I recall that we had this conversation once before when you objected to my engagement to Elizabeth. If you forgot, I will say again what I told you then - you were never a mother to me. You may have given birth to me; however, your actions since then show nothing but contempt and disregard for me. You remain in this house for one reason only - Elizabeth asked me to allow it.”

Darcy moved from behind the desk and stood before her, his arms across his chest, his face showing his rage. “You once again disparaged my relations, but I will allow you some latitude that you may actually grieve my brother's death and are not thinking clearly; however, since you feel their company is so far beneath you, it seems prudent that you take all your meals in your chamber until they depart. They will be unable to offend your delicate sensibilities and we will not be subjected to your disdain.”

“I am banished from meals? You cannot do such a thing! How would it look to the servants?” Lady Anne sat down in the chair in front of the desk, her legs no longer able to support her. She was beyond astonished - to be ostracized in her own home - because of his wife's appalling relations. How could this happen? She had been so sure that she could get her son to see reason and send those dreadful people away.

“You have a choice before you, madam. Either you take your meals in your room or you move to the dowager house. I will give you until this evening to decide. Now, please excuse me; I must continue working.”

Darcy returned to his seat and resumed reading the papers before him. Lady Anne sat for several minutes, dazed by the conversation and its outcome before she finally gathered enough strength to stand and silently leave the room.

Chapter 9 - Excitement at Pemberley
Darcy woke with a start. Elizabeth lay in his arms, her back tight against his chest, but he could feel the tension in her body. She moaned softly and then quickly covered her mouth with a hand, stifling any further sound.

“Elizabeth, are you well?”

“I did not mean to wake you, but my back hurts and I cannot get comfortable.”

“Shall I massage it for you? Or would you like some wine to relax you?”

“Yes, please rub it; perhaps you can ease the pain a bit.” Elizabeth rolled to face him. Darcy put his arms around her and began to massage her lower back. His worry increased when her face contorted with pain.

“What is it? What is the matter?” Elizabeth bit her lower lip and moaned as she clutched her lower belly. She gasped and looked anxiously into his eyes.

“I believe that our child may be coming. Will you ring for Mrs. Reynolds?”

Darcy quickly leapt from the bed, yanking on the bell cord. He spun frantically in a circle searching for his dressing gown.

“It is on the chair by the fireplace.” Elizabeth pointed to the garment and Darcy sent her an embarrassed smile before walking across the room to put it on. He returned and pulled the bell cord a second time, wondering what could take Mrs. Reynolds so long.

“Calm down, William; she will be here soon and she will know exactly what to do. In the meantime, will you please help me up? The bed linens must be changed; they are soaked through.”

Darcy cringed inwardly and helped Elizabeth sit up, putting her legs over the side of the bed so she could move to the edge where he lifted her from the bed and gently placed her on the floor. She went to her dressing room and when Darcy heard her cry out sharply, he ran into the room and found her doubled over, gripping the back of a chair. He was at her side in an instant, dropping to one knee and looking anxiously into her face.

“What can I do for you, my love? Would you like me to carry you to the settee?”

“I think I would like to walk a bit, but I need your arm.”

He put his arm around her, holding her elbow and then grabbed her free hand and raised it to his lips. There was a soft knock and Mrs. Reynolds entered. She asked Elizabeth several questions and suggested they move to the adjoining sitting room until the bed linens were changed.

Darcy and Elizabeth slowly walked around the room, pausing now and then when a pain would prevent Elizabeth from continuing. Darcy watched her, worry taking firmer control of his reason until she would ease her vise-like grip on his hand. He asked after a particularly painful handgrip whether she wished to sit, but she explained Mrs. Simmons, the midwife, told her walking often helped speed up the delivery and gave the mother something to concentrate on other than the pain. Darcy held her more firmly and set a steady pace around the room until Mrs. Reynolds reappeared to tell them the bedchamber was prepared and she had sent for the doctor and midwife.

By the time the doctor and midwife arrived it was one o'clock and the couple was feeling the effects of an interrupted night's sleep. Darcy helped Elizabeth into bed, kissing her cheek while she clung to his arms seemingly reluctant to let him go.

“I wish you could stay with me, William.” There were tears in her eyes, discomfort written clearly on her face. She moaned as another pain rushed over her and Darcy winced as she tightened her grip on his upper arms.

“I will come to you if you need me. Ask Mrs. Reynolds and she will send for me immediately.”

Mrs. Simmons shooed him from the room, but not before he received assurances from Mrs. Reynolds, the doctor, and midwife that he would be called if Elizabeth required him. He descended the stairs, heading towards his study, hoping he might find something to distract himself. A light glowing under the door made him stop and he decided to locate a servant before entering the room. He walked towards the butler's quarters knowing Mr. Reynolds was likely awake since his wife had been summoned above stairs.

Mr. Reynolds appeared. “Sir, what may I do for you?”

“I came down to find something to read and noticed a light in my study. I assume you did your usual tour of the house and observed nothing amiss?”

“Yes sir; I completed my inspection not more that two hours ago and there was no candle burning in your study at that time.”

“Very well; please summon a footman and then we will see who is prowling around at this time of night.”

Reynolds returned in a very short time with Bates, a tall and burly fellow who escorted the ladies whenever they ventured into Lambton.

The three men walked quietly to the study door. Darcy whispered to Bates, “I will open the door and I want you to follow me into the room directly. If there is an intruder, we will attempt to subdue him.” Bates nodded and stood next to Darcy as he swiftly opened the door. There was his former steward, George Wickham, standing in front of the opened safe holding several jewelry boxes.

Bates had Wickham pinned in an instant and forced him to drop the boxes. Wickham struggled briefly before surrendering. There was no escape; Darcy had caught him red-handed.

“Wickham! I remember distinctly telling you to leave Derbyshire and never return or I would turn you into the magistrate. You obviously did not believe me.” Darcy stood in front of Wickham with his arms crossed, staring at him angrily.

Wickham began babbling almost before Darcy finished speaking. “It was not my idea to steal the jewels. I was only going to take the quarterly rents from the strongbox, but Lady Anne gave me the combination to the safe and directed me to take the servants' wages and the jewels. She did not want your wife to have them --”

“My mother was involved in this?” Darcy was incredulous. “Why should I believe you?”

Wickham nodded towards a slip of paper and a key on the desk. “They were under the inkwell on your desk. Lady Anne left them there for me after she unlocked the outside door.”

Darcy quickly scanned the paper and recognized the safe combination in his mother's handwriting. The key belonged to the strongbox he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. He dismissed Bates and Mr. Reynolds, waiting until the door closed behind the two men. He walked over to Wickham and shoved him towards a chair, watching as he collapsed into it.

“Explain how Lady Anne became involved and do not leave out a single detail. Keep in mind that you will go before the magistrate and if you cooperate with me, I may recommend that you be transported instead of being hanged.”

Wickham's eyes widened and he promptly confessed to swindling the estate as Darcy had earlier suspected. He also told Darcy everything that had occurred since he returned to Derbyshire. Darcy remained silent. He felt betrayed learning of his mother's desire to ruin him. He could not fully comprehend that her resentment of him would lead her to do such a thing.

“Lady Anne is very angry that you took over Pemberley. She had free rein for many years and she hated losing that power.”

Darcy rounded on Wickham. “What do you mean that she had free rein? My brother did not manage the estate?”

Wickham snorted. “Your brother never wished to be bothered with such things. He preferred to enjoy himself and allowed her ladyship to make all the decisions and she made some very poor ones over the past few years. I was steward here for nearly ten years and I never once dealt with your brother on estate matters.”

Darcy stared at the other man. He was dumfounded that Harold did not involve himself in Pemberley's business. The dwindling fortunes of the estate now made much more sense.

“Her ladyship's worst decision was to close the mining operation on the northern border of the estate. It was beginning to show a profit and we uncovered a very rich seam of ore before she ceased operations. I was surprised by her decision.”

It became increasingly clear just how much damage his mother had wreaked on Pemberley's coffers. Not only did she turn a blind eye to Wickham's creative bookkeeping, but she actively sought to reduce the estate's profits. Darcy did not understand her motivation, but he had proof that she was involved in Wickham's presence in the house and his attempted theft.

“My mother knew of the irregularities in the ledgers.” Darcy raked his hands through his hair. He looked at Wickham, narrowing his eyes. “She encouraged you to steal from Pemberley?”

Wickham looked at him warily. “She was aware that profits were higher than reported. She allowed me to list repairs that were not done and supplies that were never purchased. That money could be used as I saw fit.”

“And you decided to line your pockets with it, did you not?” Wickham nodded wordlessly.

“How much did you steal during your tenure as steward?” Darcy casually leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, trying to appear as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Wickham swallowed hard and licked his lips. “I...I am not sure of the exact amount... I...” His voice died away. Darcy pushed himself away from the desk and walked towards Wickham.

“How much did you steal from Pemberley?” He kept his voice steely quiet. With the proper amount of intimidation Wickham would tell him everything.

“I averaged about 1,000 pounds a year. In particularly profitable years it might be a bit more than that.” Wickham was unable to look away from Darcy. He swallowed again. “The total is a little over 10,000 pounds.”

Darcy leaned over Wickham, his hands positioned on the armrests of Wickham's chair, their faces only inches apart.

“You made yourself a tidy little nest egg. What compelled you to try for more?”

“I...I was...I was angry that you dismissed me. I knew...I knew that I would have a difficult time finding another position without a reference and I was sure that with your mother's help I could take the money without anyone being the wiser.”

The longer Darcy stood over Wickham, looking at him silently, the more Wickham told him. Soon enough Darcy had the whole sordid story - how Lady Anne noticed the irregularities in the books; how she allowed him to continue in exchange for his cooperation; how she encouraged him to let tenants' requests for repairs go unanswered; how she quizzed him on the profitability of several ventures on Darcy property; and how she instructed him to cease operations if the enterprises began to show too much profit. She systematically made sure that Pemberley never improved or showed any increased earnings on its investments. Wickham concluded the list of Lady Anne's misdeeds with an account of a meeting they had at the Matlock Inn a few days earlier. There they arranged for Lady Anne to unlock the door and leave out the strong box key and safe combination.

Darcy still loomed over Wickham and Darcy's hands tightened on the chair arms as he clenched his jaw and fought for control of his tumultuous emotions. Darcy saw the fear in Wickham's eyes, could see beads of sweat on his brow, and noticed the trembling of his voice. Darcy stepped back and returned to the desk.

“I find myself in an interesting situation. The steward who I dismissed a month ago tells me he has been colluding with my mother to rob from and destroy the estate that provides my family's income. Can you give me any reason why I should trust your version of events? How can I be sure that you did not fabricate this whole story to lay the blame elsewhere?”

“Mr. Darcy, sir! There is no way on earth I could do all these things I described without Lady Anne's implicit approval. She made all the arrangements for closing the ventures that were too profitable. There must be letters to the attorneys with instructions. You must believe me, sir! I did not act on my own, but under her directive.”

Darcy rounded the desk and yanked open a drawer and began examining a stack of papers. After sorting through the first few documents, he stopped and read one carefully. Setting it aside, he placed the remainder back in the drawer.

“I must look into your story more thoroughly and if I discover you have told me the truth, I will speak on your behalf to have you transported. If, however, I find that you lied, your fate will be in the hands of the court and I will not interfere with their decision.”

Wickham sagged in the chair with apparent relief. “Sir, if you look at the second shelf of the bookcase, you will find a small panel that can be removed. The documents you find there will interest you very much.”

Darcy moved to the bookcase behind him and removed several volumes before spotting the panel. He carefully pried it loose and reached inside, pulling out a large stack of papers and several soft leather bags. Darcy set aside the bags and started looking through the documents. He stopped when he spied one from the London attorneys dated several years earlier. An uneasy feeling settled over him as he read the letter; he dropped it, closed his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He sighed deeply and looked at Wickham.

“We have one final piece of business. I expect you to return any of the money that remains. Where are the funds you stole from Pemberley?”

Wickham named a bank in Matlock and provided the false name he used to open the account. Darcy nodded curtly and opened the door. He was surprised to discover several men in the hallway outside the room. In addition to Bates and Mr. Reynolds, there was a heavyset man with graying hair and two burly men, who bore a strong resemblance to Bates. Darcy nodded and Bates entered the room to watch over Wickham.

“Sir,” Mr. Reynolds began. “I took the liberty of sending for the magistrate. This is Mr. Dawkins and his deputies, Ethan and Ephraim Bates.”

“I see you anticipated me; very good, Reynolds. Mr. Dawkins, if you would join me in the study.” Darcy motioned to the open door and followed the man into the room, and then dismissed Bates.

Mr. Dawkins made himself comfortable in the offered chair and listened attentively as Darcy recounted Wickham's offenses and asked that he be held in the local jail until he was able to confirm Wickham's information. If the facts proved correct, Darcy stated he would forego charges and request that Wickham be transported. Dawkins nodded and asked a few more questions before he stood to call for his deputies. They entered and hauled Wickham to his feet and ushered him unceremoniously out of the house into a waiting cart.

~~~~~

A deafening silence fell over the house. Now that Darcy had time to think, the realization that Elizabeth was upstairs in pain and without him came crashing down on him.

How will I be able to sit here and wait for news of her; I must be nearby. I will return upstairs and find out how she is and if she needs me.

He flung the door open and startled Mr. Reynolds who appeared about to knock.

“Mr. Darcy, sir! Mrs. Darcy insists on seeing you.”

If Reynolds had more to say, Darcy did not hear it. He rushed past him to the staircase, taking several steps at a time. He was breathless as he pounded on the door. It was swiftly opened by Mrs. Reynolds who wordlessly allowed him into the room. Ignoring the doctor and midwife's disapproving looks he walked directly to Elizabeth and kissed her hand.

“You asked for me, my love? What may I do for you?”

Elizabeth turned her pale face to him, pain etched on her features. “William! Oh please, please do not leave me!”

“I am here with you, my love and I will stay with you as long as you want.”

“Mr. Darcy, I must protest! This is no place for a man. You will be in the way.” The midwife stood indignantly at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Simmons, but Dr. White is most certainly a man. Are you saying he is in your way?”

“Of course not, sir; but he is --”

Darcy forestalled her by raising his hand. “If you allow one man in the room, a second should cause you no difficulty. My wife wants me here and I will remain.”

His tone of voice made it clear to everyone else that there would be no further discussion. Mrs. Simmons continued to frown and Dr. White looked slightly offended, but neither said another word.

Darcy sat in a chair drawn close to the bed, holding Elizabeth's hand, caressing her cheek, and speaking softly to her. She seemed calmer now than when he came into the room.

“Do you wish me to have any of the ladies awakened to be here with you?”

“Would you have my mother summoned, please? I believe she will comfort me.”

Elizabeth gasped sharply and squeezed Darcy's hand tightly as another, stronger pain rushed over her. When the pain subsided, she loosened her hold and sighed slightly. Mrs. Reynolds handed Darcy a damp, cool cloth and instructed him to gently bathe Elizabeth's face. He softly brushed the stray curls away from her face and whispered words of encouragement to her.

“Mrs. Reynolds, please send someone to Mrs. Bennet's room.” Darcy turned to the lady, “and inform her that Mrs. Darcy needs her. Ask them to take care not to wake the rest of our guests.”

“I will see to it at once, sir.”

Within ten minutes Mrs. Bennet entered the room and bustled over to the bed. “Lizzy, is there something amiss? Have you taken ill?”

“No, Mama; I have begun having pains. The baby is coming.” Elizabeth grasped her mother's proffered hand with her free one.

Mrs. Bennet sent a quizzical look to her son-in-law. “I am surprised to see you here, sir. Do you wish me to send a servant to wake my husband? He can wait with you downstairs.”

Lizzy shook her mother's hand to gain her attention. “I asked him to stay with me.” She grimaced and closed her eyes, squeezing each of their hands as another pain came. “I need him, Mama.”

“Lizzy this is just not done! It is not at all proper! I am here now and I will stay with you.”

“I thank you, but it does not change my feelings. I want William here and I do not wish to discuss it further!”

Her mother patted her hand comfortingly. “There my girl; do not distress yourself. If it is your wish, then I will not gainsay you.”

“Thank you, Mama.” Elizabeth sighed and sank back against the pillows.

Darcy gently extricated his hand from Elizabeth's grasp and offered his mother-in-law the chair next to the bed. Then, ignoring Mrs. Simmons' annoyed look and the snort of disapproval from Dr. White, he sat on the other side of the bed next to his wife. Elizabeth looked at him and smiled, taking his hand once again.

After what seemed like an interminable length of time and too many cries of pain from his beloved wife, Darcy was relieved when the doctor finally indicated that it was time for Elizabeth to push. He did not think it was possible for her to grip his hand any harder, but he soon discovered she possessed an unexpected strength. He encouraged her, and spoke softly in her ear. She screamed again as the baby's head crowned.

“One more push, Mrs. Darcy.” Dr. White held the baby's head and Mrs. Simmons stood nearby with a warmed towel, waiting to receive the infant. Elizabeth pushed again, punctuated with a small scream and the baby's shoulders and body slid into the doctor's hands. He nodded and Mrs. Simmons brought the towel and he laid the infant in her arms.

Darcy and Elizabeth watched anxiously as the doctor tied and cut the cord. The midwife began rubbing the baby's body briskly; the infant emitted a loud wail and the couple released a joint sigh of relief. Mrs. Bennet joined Mrs. Simmons and watched closely as she ministered to her new grandchild. “It is a boy! It is a little boy! And he has curls just like his father. Oh, Lizzy, he is beautiful!”

The midwife handed Mrs. Bennet her grandson before attending to Elizabeth. Darcy kissed Elizabeth softly on the cheek and whispered a heartfelt `thank you, my love' in her ear before he went to Mrs. Bennet who was cooing at the infant. Mrs. Bennet motioned him to a chair and as soon as he was seated handed Darcy his son.

Darcy felt overwhelmed by various emotions: thankful that Lizzy's pain was over; awe that he had a part in creating this tiny infant; and joy at meeting his son, yet tinged with sadness that his father was not alive to see his first grandchild.

“Welcome, my little man. Do you have any idea how precious you are to your mama and me? I promise you will always know how much we love you.”

Darcy placed a soft kiss on the baby's forehead and felt tears forming in his eyes. He was absorbed in his own cocoon of happiness and only became aware of the remaining people in the room when Elizabeth cried out in pain again. He walked to the bed where he handed the baby to his mother-in-law.

“Elizabeth, what is wrong?” Turning, he looked at the doctor. “What is happening?”

Dr. White pushed Darcy aside. He felt Elizabeth's still-distended stomach and a look of consternation crossed his features. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Mr. Darcy, there is another child.”

Darcy gasped and looked into Elizabeth's shocked face. “Another child?” he parroted. “There is another child?”

Elizabeth grimaced and cried, “I must push!”

The baby was much smaller and the skin had a slightly bluish tinge. As soon as the cord was tied and cut, Dr. White and Mrs. Simmons immediately moved away from the bed and feverishly ministered to the child. A tense silence enveloped the room. After what seemed an eternity to Darcy, a small, weak cry came from the infant. He heard a small sobbing sigh from Elizabeth and he released the breath he had been holding. Mrs. Bennet sat rocking his son, tears sliding down her cheeks, softly repeating over and over, “Oh please, no. Oh please, no.”

Dr. White's face was grim. “It is a girl. She is very small and quite weak, and I fear that she may not live.”

“She will live! She will live! William, tell him! She will live!” Elizabeth sat up, her eyes full of fear and brimming with tears.

Darcy took Elizabeth into his arms and held her tenderly. “Hush, my love. All will be well. Hush...shhh.”

When she had calmed somewhat, he released her and eased her back on the bed so that Mrs. Simmons could attend her. Walking to the doctor, Darcy looked at his tiny daughter and asked quietly, “Please tell me; is there a chance she will survive?”

“There is always a chance, sir, but as I said, she is very weak and smaller than her brother. I cannot say positively one way or the other, but I have often found that in the case of twins, one often does not survive. Be thankful that your son appears to be healthy and in no danger.”

Darcy nodded numbly and watched the doctor clean the tiny child. The doctor wrapped her securely in a small blanket and handed her to Darcy. She was so small that she fit easily in the palms of his large hands. Darcy stared into her face, wondering if he would have a chance to know her better.

He sat in the chair where he had only recently talked to his son and he rocked back and forth, cuddled his daughter in his arms and spoke softly to her.

“Hello my precious little one; I am your papa. You must fight as hard as you can, my sweet girl. Your mama and I want to see you grow into a beautiful young lady.”

She opened her eyes and made a tiny mewling sound. Encouraged, Darcy kissed her forehead and then stood and walked to the bed. Mrs. Bennet gripped Elizabeth's hand as she lay holding their son in one arm, her eyes closed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Sitting carefully on the bed, Darcy kissed Elizabeth's cheek. “My love, do you wish to meet your daughter?”

Elizabeth's eyes opened and she struggled to sit up. Mrs. Bennet took his son and Darcy gently placed his daughter in Elizabeth's outstretched arms.

“Oh William, she is so much smaller than her brother,” Elizabeth whispered. “Do you think she can survive?” Her eyes begged him to reassure her.

“Dr. White cannot tell us with certainty if she is strong enough to survive. We can only hope and pray for the best.”

Darcy shifted positions so he could wrap his arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and cradle her against his chest. He watched her trace a line with her finger down the little girl's cheek.

“We should decide on names,” he said. “We discussed several possibilities, but we never made a final choice. What would you like to call our daughter?”

“I have always liked the name Emma. Would that be acceptable to you?”

“Emma it will be. And what name do you choose for our son?”

“Why, William of course. He should be named for his father.”

“Are you sure? I thought we could name him Thomas, after your father and use George as a middle name, after my father.”

“Well, I named our daughter; it seems only fair that you name our son. Thomas George...I like that very much.”

“If I may, I would suggest Frances for Emma's middle name. Since we are using grandparents' names, I do not want your mother to feel left out.” Darcy smiled as his mother-in-law blushed at the compliment.

“That is a lovely name. Mama, do you approve?” Elizabeth gave a tired smile when her mother nodded.

Young Thomas whimpered several times before breaking into a lusty wail. Emma startled and joined him with a weaker version of his cry.

“Mrs. Darcy, we should call the wet nurse to come for the babes. You must rest now.” Dr. White stood at the foot of the bed and nodded at Mrs. Simmons.

“I will not be separated from them, Dr. White!” Elizabeth's voice was vehemently firm. “Emma needs me and I want Thomas here as well.”

“Mr. Darcy, they must be given over to the nurse's care.” The doctor's protest fell on deaf ears, however; Darcy was no more willing than his wife to allow the children from his sight.

“I agree with Mrs. Darcy; they will remain with us. Bring the nurse here.”

The doctor nodded resignedly at Mrs. Simmons and she returned quickly with a young woman. Darcy was asked to leave the bedchamber for a short time while Mrs. Simmons instructed Elizabeth on breastfeeding Emma, despite Mrs. Bennet's protests of it being unseemly. Mrs. Simmons said she believed Emma's best hope for surviving would be the nourishment of her mother's milk. In her many years of delivering babies she found that sickly infants who fed on their mother's early milk thrived better than those fed by a wet nurse. Mrs. Simmons told the wet nurse to feed the now screaming Thomas.

Darcy relocated to the adjoining sitting room with the doctor as the clock began to chime five o'clock. Rubbing a hand wearily across his face, Darcy pulled the bell cord and asked the answering maid to bring refreshments for Dr. White and himself. After directing Dr. White to a chair by the fire, he took the one opposite.

“I think you must prepare your wife for the possibility that your daughter likely will not survive,” began the doctor. “Most babes as small as she is do not live more than a few days, possibly a week or two, but seldom longer. Winter is a harsh time and many healthy babies die; the weak ones are more vulnerable. Be glad that your son is healthy. Your wife is young; she can have other children.”

Darcy coldly looked at the doctor, appalled at his callous attitude. “We may have other children, sir, but they can never replace Emma. I will not give up hope of her survival until I see she no longer fights. If she has inherited her mother's determination, I have no doubt you will see her running across Pemberley's lawns in a few years.”

“I meant no offence. It is my duty to warn you of the likelihood of her death.” Darcy winced at the thought of losing Emma.

The refreshments arrived and saved Darcy from responding. Darcy downed his cup of tea quickly and excused himself. He knocked on the adjoining door and waited for Mrs. Simmons to open it.

“Elizabeth?” She looked up, easing some of his fears about Emma when she nodded and smiled. Mrs. Bennet sat next to the bed, holding Thomas; Elizabeth cuddled Emma in her arms.

“She ate quite heartily though she had a bit of trouble at the beginning. Betty fed Thomas and then gave Emma a further feeding. They both fell asleep immediately.”

Darcy sat on the bed next to Elizabeth gazing into Emma's face. She had more color and her breathing was less labored. Darcy softly stroked her dark curls causing her to stir, but she did not wake. He moved to Mrs. Bennet's side and looked at Thomas. He looked so much bigger! The same dark curls covered his head and the arm that had escaped the blanket was sturdy. Mrs. Bennet stood and placed Thomas in his arms.

“I will wake Mr. Bennet now. I am sure he will want to know he is a grandfather. Shall I inform the others as well?”

“Please do, Mama. I know Jane will be glad to know she is an aunt.”

Mrs. Bennet laid a hand on Darcy's arm. “You must convince Lizzy that she needs to rest; in fact, I believe you could both use some sleep.” Darcy nodded and promised to take her advice.

~~~~~

It was late morning before Darcy appeared downstairs. In the parlor he received hearty handshakes and pats on the back from Mr. Bennet and Bingley. Jane, Mrs. Gardiner and Mrs. Bingley all kissed him on the cheek. He assured everyone of Elizabeth's wellbeing and Emma's continuing improvement. Darcy then excused himself and asked the two gentlemen to join him in his study.

“It was a rather eventful night, eh? My Lizzy provided you not only with an heir, but an additional surprise.”

“Amazement cannot even begin to describe how I felt when we realized that Emma was coming.”

Bingley chuckled. “Yes, Darcy. I understand that you showed a bit of the Fitzwilliam family trait when you refused to leave. You scandalized our mother-in-law, you know.” Darcy had the good grace to feel embarrassed.

“I know she was very surprised at first, but when she realized how loath Lizzy was for me to leave she agreed it was for the best; especially after Emma was born and the doctor said --” Darcy could not repeat Dr. White's warning.

Mr. Bennet patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. “We can only pray that his prediction is incorrect and my granddaughter will flourish.”

Darcy and Bingley both nodded solemnly at this. Darcy took a moment to collect himself.

“My children's births were not the only events that occurred last night.” Darcy related all that happened with Wickham and what he discovered regarding his mother's complicity. Shaking his head in dismay, he rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“I am unsure what to do now. I know I must confront her and I am certain she will deny knowing anything. Unfortunately for her, I have proof - in her own handwriting - she was involved in not only last night's attempted theft, but the systematic plundering of Pemberley's assets.”

The men spent several hours going over the papers Darcy found in the cubby hole and decided that it would be best if Lady Anne left Pemberley and was given a modest establishment respectable enough for the daughter of an earl. After everything Lady Anne had done to sabotage the family, Darcy felt that this small measure was more than he needed to do to fulfill his filial obligations. The meeting drained Darcy both physically and emotionally and he excused himself to join his wife and new family upstairs.

Chapter Ten - Lady Anne's Downfall
Darcy sat behind his massive desk musing over the last several hours. Before leaving Elizabeth and the children sleeping, they discussed Lady Anne's brief congratulations and perfunctory examination of the babies.

Lady Anne entered the Mistress' chamber and she spoke to the couple, her voice ringing with insincerity.

“I was informed of the happy news and wanted to give you both my felicitations. May I see the infants?” She did not wait for an answer and moved directly to the cradle by the bed.

“He is a handsome child. He looks very much like you when you were an infant, Fitzwilliam. I am sure you are very proud.” She glanced around the room. “Yet I understand there is a second infant; a girl, I believe. Where is she?”

Elizabeth reached next to her and settled a tiny bundle in her arms. “She is here in bed with us, your ladyship.”

Lady Anne moved to the bed and peered at the sleeping infant. “She looks very much like her brother.” She gave the couple a cold smile.

“I will disturb you no longer. It is lucky that you delivered safely.” Lady Anne was sweeping from the room when she was arrested by Darcy's voice.

“I wish to speak with you, madam. Please join me in my study in an hour.”

Lady Anne gave a quick glance over her shoulder and nodded curtly before opening the door and departing in a swish of silk.

~~~~~

The confrontation with his mother had been more difficult than he expected. Darcy rubbed his temples, remembering their painful conversation.

“Well, what is it you wish to speak of? I am sure you do not want to spend time away from your precious wife and children,” Lady Anne said sarcastically as she impatiently waited for Darcy to begin.

“You are correct, madam. Elizabeth and my children are the most precious things in my life; however, Pemberley is also very precious to me. It is a legacy passed down through centuries and I hope to be a master who would make my father proud if he were here to see it.”

“And what has any of this to do with me? I am simply the cast aside dowager and I have no say in what happens.” The bitter note in Lady Anne's voice was unmistakable.

“It has much to do with you, madam. Pemberley's coffers have dwindled at an alarming rate over the last ten years and I discovered much to my horror, that my own mother played an active role in this occurrence.”

Lady Anne sputtered indignantly. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? You dismissed Wickham for incompetence and it was he who took care of Pemberley's business. May I also remind you that Harold was the master of the estate; why do you not put the blame where it belongs?”

Darcy shook his head in disgust. “You blame your dead son for your shameful acts? I know Harold never oversaw the business of Pemberley; he left that job to you. He was much too busy enjoying himself to be bothered and you were only too happy to take over running the estate.”

“I admit when Harold was away, I made decisions in his stead; but he was the master; he had the final say in important matters.”

Darcy opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out the sheaf of papers he found in the hidden compartment. “I have solid proof here that you alone systematically made decisions to not only diminish the worth of Pemberley's properties, but you refused any of the tenant farmers' requests for needed repairs and improvements on their lands. Harold had nothing to do with those decisions.”

Lady Anne's eyes darted to the bookcase behind Darcy before looking back at him. “Where did you get those documents?”

“Does it matter? The only thing relevant is the fact that all of these documents were written in your hand. In each case, you made decisions that were detrimental to the estate.”

“I may have shown poor judgment in some matters, but it hardly signifies that I orchestrated the demise of Pemberley.”

“Then you do not deny it?”

“I have no wish to deny it. What I did was right and just even though the results were not favorable to the estate. I cannot be held accountable for believing Wickham was giving me competent advice.”

“Now you try to blame Wickham for your treachery. Madam, your audacity never ceases to amaze me. Do you take me for a fool?”

“Fool? Yes, I think you are a fool if you believe I was robbing the estate. Wickham had control over the estate's operations. He is the culprit who damaged Pemberley if what you tell me is true.”

Darcy reached back into the desk drawer and withdrew two pouches and Lady Anne's eyes widened in recognition. Darcy slid the contents from one into his hand.

“Then will you explain why you wrote in these diaries that you wanted to be sure I would receive no inheritance when I became Master of Pemberley? Will you tell me why you list each act you undertook to see that the value of the estate diminished? Can you enlighten me as to where I misunderstood what is written in these books?”

Lady Anne dumbly gazed at the books in Darcy's hand and for the first time, her eyes betrayed apprehension and fear. The silence stretched for some time before Darcy finally stood and slapped the flat of his hand on the desk, causing Lady Anne to jump.

“Answer me! Why would you do such a thing?”

Defiantly staring up at him, Lady Anne venomously spat back, “You had what I never had! Happiness! You were a mistake; a child I never wanted! Yet you and George were always so glad to be in each other's company. You were so much like him and I hated him! I hated him for having someone he loved when I had nothing! I wanted to make sure you suffered for making your father happy!”

Darcy was beyond shocked. He had difficulty comprehending the extent of Lady Anne's anger. Her hatred for him was palpable; it emanated from her in waves. Until that moment, he never realized how much she resented him - resented his very existence. He felt as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.

A deafening silence fell over the room. Darcy slowly sank into his chair and stared at the woman in front of him. She returned his stare with an imperious glare, almost daring him to verbally retaliate. He shook his head sadly and rubbed a hand across his forehead, trying to marshal his thoughts. After some time, he spoke in a soft voice.

“I am sorry I was the cause of your discontent, but I was never aware you felt so strongly. You can understand my consternation at discovering this. It does not however, alter the fact that you have done all in your power to destroy Pemberley.” Clearing his throat he continued in a slightly louder voice.

“Under the circumstances you must see that it is impossible for you to remain here at Pemberley or in the dowager house. You have a choice. You may leave quietly and I will arrange for you to live in London. If you choose to ignore my wishes, I will inform the magistrate of your part in the robbery scheme concocted by Wickham.”

“You are saying that Wickham has been caught in a robbery scheme?”

“Do not pretend innocence, your ladyship. Wickham was caught in this room last night. I heard the entire story from him and also have written proof of your involvement.” Darcy produced the slip of paper with the safe's combination. “You cannot deny this is your handwriting.”

Lady Anne flinched as if she had been struck. “So you see it would be impossible for you to claim innocence in this plot. Please cease your lies.”

Darcy watched Lady Anne shrink in her seat. Gone was the imperious woman who started the conversation with such impatience. For a moment he pitied her; she was not a young woman after all. She caused the situation herself, however, and any distress she suffered was her own doing. Lady Anne took a deep breath, drew herself erect and tried to appear self-assured. Her hands betrayed her, however; they were clenched tightly in her lap, the knuckles white.

“Fitzwilliam, I... I know you are upset... You have had little sleep and are not thinking clearly. Surely you do not expect me to travel in the middle of the winter? It is only two weeks until Christmas and since your wife is indisposed, someone must act as hostess to your... your family.”

“Mrs. Bennet will help with any preparations. If she requires further assistance, her sister, daughter and friend will help. You need not concern yourself with our holiday plans.”

“Bu...but where will I go? I cannot simply drop in upon friends and I have no other residence.” Lady Anne looked alarmed by the resolute expression on Darcy's face.

Darcy steeled himself to begin a conversation that was the last he would have with his mother. “I have no wish to be cruel to you, regardless of your feelings towards me. Arrangements will be made for you to stay at the Clarendon Hotel in London until a suitable house is found. I will take care of the initial expense of establishing your household; however, all subsequent expenses will be your responsibility. Your dowry of 30,000 pounds is yours to use as you see fit. I cannot promise that the residence will be in the most fashionable part of London, but I will do my best to assure your comfort. If this is not to your liking, perhaps you should go to the Earl and see if he will provide for you. After all, he is your brother and he may feel some obligation to you.”

“Wh...what do you mean all expenses will be my responsibility? I cannot survive on the interest from my dowry! How will I entertain? How will I purchase new gowns?”

“If you are unable to budget your expenses to accommodate your income, you will use the principal. I am sorry, your ladyship, but I will not pay for anything more than the initial costs for your establishment. There is much to be done to repair the damage you caused here at Pemberley and I will need to use all the estate's capital to recover what has been lost.”

Lady Anne appeared stunned and remained speechless for some time.

“Your belongings will be packed and you will leave in the morning. Have you decided to go to London or travel to the Earl's home?”

“London; I shall go to London.” Lady Anne spoke in an uncharacteristically soft voice, which trembled on the last word. Darcy knew her relationship with her brother was nonexistent; she never maintained any contact with either of her siblings.

“Very well; I shall send an express to my solicitor with instructions to make arrangements for you.” Darcy opened the second pouch he found with the documents from the cubbyhole. He dumped a small book into his hand.

“You understand I will keep this, do you not? The funds you deposited in this account were stolen from the estate and you shall not gain from your dishonesty.”

Lady Anne only nodded and Darcy again noted how tiny she appeared, as if all her arrogance had drained away leaving her a shrunken shell. He stood and moved around his desk to assist Lady Anne to her feet, leading her to the door and calling for Bates to escort her to her room. Returning to his desk, he sank into his chair and dropped his head into his hands, a feeling of deep sadness washing over him.

~~~~~

Darcy stood at the entrance of Pemberley watching the footmen load the coach with Lady Anne's belongings. He recalled his conversation with Elizabeth the previous afternoon.

“Lady Anne is departing in the morning. She decided to go to London and I will establish a house for her there.”

“Why is she leaving now? Has something occurred? What have you not told me, William?”

Darcy explained the attempted robbery and his mother's part in it. Elizabeth gasped. “Why did she do such a thing?”

“Apparently revenge was her main motive. She wanted to ruin Pemberley so I would inherit a debt-ridden estate.”

“I know there is more to the story than you are telling me, but I am too tired to press you for answers. You will tell me all, will you not?”

“You will know everything but you have all the pertinent information. When we are both rested and our concern for Emma decreases, I will explain. You have my word.”

~~~~~

Lady Anne settled into the chair she brought from Pemberley. Its ornate style and throne-like appearance was out of place in the small sitting room. Darcy's prediction was true. Her house was not in the fashionable part of London. In fact, she discovered to her horror that she lived within a few blocks of the Gardiners. That Lady Anne Fitzwilliam Darcy would end up residing in a small townhouse with only a handful of servants was intolerable. It was not to be borne! Then she remembered her circumstances were reduced to the income she received from her dowry. The money left to her in her husband's will was spent long ago and she now had to survive on a fraction of what she had while living at Pemberley.

She blamed Wickham for her situation. If he had not come up with his scheme and had not been caught, she would have the funds she stole and would not worry about spending money to entertain her friends. Not that she saw many of them these days. Since returning to town, she called on many of her acquaintances, but only a handful had returned those calls. In the past month there had been no callers and she often found when she visited those same people they were not at home. She found it very strange, indeed.

Her life had turned into a monotonous routine, unbroken by any entertainment. She could not shop as she had once done, spending large sums and having the bills sent to Harold. She refused to attend the opera or theater; she could not afford a box, she was not asked by friends and she refused to sit with the rabble. Besides, she had no new evening gowns and the only jewelry she owned were several pieces she had before she married. None of them were grand enough for Lady Anne to be seen wearing on an evening out.

She waited for the post each day, hoping to receive a letter from Fitzwilliam, but in all the months she had been in residence, she did not receive a single piece of correspondence from him.

As the months crept by, she became more and more embittered until she was so difficult to deal with that first the housekeeper, then the butler, and finally the cook left her employ. It seemed impossible for her to find anyone to stay in those positions for more than a few months. The only loyal servant she had was her maid, Giselle. Within a year, her disagreeable nature was so well known amongst the servant population that even with repeated advertisements she could not find good help and she was forced to hire servants who had not received references from previous employers.

If Lady Anne thought she had been unhappy living at Pemberley, it was nothing compared to the misery she now felt. She blamed that unfeeling Fitzwilliam and his little nobody wife for all her discontent. How dare he treat her in this manner?

Parnell kept Darcy informed of his mother's situation. Darcy explained to his trusted attorney that, regardless of her feelings towards him, he felt some responsibility and he could not dismiss her completely. If her financial situation became desperate, he would intervene through Parnell, but he would not contact Lady Anne directly.

Four years after leaving Pemberley, Giselle went to wake her mistress and found Lady Anne had died in her sleep. Release finally came for the bitter old lady who caused so much heartache throughout her life.

~~~~~

Wickham's final fate was never known. After recovering the funds from Wickham's account, Darcy requested the constable to charge him only with trespassing. On the day he was released from serving his sentence, Wickham pocketed the one-way steerage passage to the United States purchased for him by Darcy and disappeared. No one in Derbyshire heard from him again.

~~~~~

After the New Year, during the first break in the weather, all their family left and Darcy and Elizabeth found themselves alone. They were not without visitors, however. Families from the surrounding estates called to welcome Darcy and Elizabeth and to meet the future heir and his sister.

Thomas thrived and Emma seemed healthier with each passing day. She was still very tiny - less than half the size of her brother - but she was lively and alert.

By the time Elizabeth and Darcy celebrated Christmas the next year, Thomas could pull himself up on furniture and walked about the nursery while gripping his attentive father's fingers. Emma's progress was slower although she eagerly watched her brother and tried hard to duplicate his antics. She would always be petite and Thomas towered over her, having inherited the Darcy stature.

In the year since he became master, Darcy managed to repair much of the damage done by his mother and Wickham. He recovered 8,000 pounds from Wickham's account and almost 50,000 pounds from his mother's secret fund. This money allowed Darcy to make much-needed repairs on the farms and re-establish several enterprises that Lady Anne abandoned. He was confident within five years, Pemberley would return to its former prosperity.

Darcy often re-read the final letter his father wrote to him. He hoped he was doing what his father wished and knew that he would have loved his two grandchildren. There had been difficult challenges and there might be troubles ahead, but Darcy proved to himself and to others that much can be accomplished by the second son.

The End

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