Chapter 14

Posted on: 2011-06-23

She could feel her palms sweat and breath quicken as he came impossibly closer. Lizzy tried to recall the tricks she had been taught by her male friends as a child to get away, but it was of no use. Morecroft's rancid breath washed over her and she thought she would be sick. Looking into his glazed expression she failed to recognise any sign of humanity, he closed his eyes and inhaled the air around her. His tongue wetted his lips as a lazy smile stretched across his face. This momentary lapse of concentration was all Lizzy needed, she saw her chance of escape and gathering all her strength she pushed into him causing him to stumble backwards. She quickly darted around him, caring not for any passersby and started to run back to her Aunt and Uncle's.

She had only managed a few steps when she was unceremoniously wrenched back. She cried out at the painful grip but used the momentum to swing her left arm round and slap Morecroft with as much force as she could muster. He reeled back from the impact but he did not let go of her arm. Lizzy had never used violence in her life but she could not help but feel a swell of satisfaction at the red mark appearing on Lord Morecroft's face. This feeling was short lived however as she was tugged closer to his body, his hand tightening once more round her wrist. From a distance the scene would look like nothing was amiss, just any other young couple, whispering confidences to each other in the morning light. On closer inspection it would become clear that although both were passionate, it was not of the romantic kind. With ragged breath and a manic look from trying to keep Lizzy still, Morecroft took her other hand and secured them both in his own.

"Elizabeth" Lizzy shivered in repulsion as her name was caressed by her captor. "You have so much passion, so much life! We shall be magnificent you and I. I can not wait until you finally submit to me. I shall claim you, tame you, as my own, it shall be a great achievement."

"Sir! I demand you let me go. I will never be yours! I do not want you. I loathe you. You are the last man on this earth who I would want to spend the rest of my life with!" Lizzy's face was flushed as she hissed her retort at the man in front of her. She had gone past the pain and could now only feel anger; anger at this man who persisted in inserting himself into her life, the man who made her leave her home to seek refuge with her relatives and now he accosted her in public!

Still valiantly trying to break free she felt herself falling backwards as Morecroft suddenly let go of her arm. Closing her eyes, bracing for the impact Lizzy was surprised when she did not meet the ground. Instead she was encased in a strong pair of arms. She breathed in and instead of encountering the stale smell of smoke, alcohol and who knew not what; she was met with the comforting aroma of soap, grass, and something else that she could not put a name to.

Elizabeth, still in a daze did not notice she was being addressed. She could vaguely hear raised voices in the background but they did not register properly into her consciousness, the whole world around her was getting harder and harder to focus on and she felt the energy that had flowed around her body during her confrontation with Lord Morecroft start to wane. She did not know if she would be able to keep standing without assistance. Reminding herself that she was in fact encased in somebody's arms Lizzy tried to work out what was happening. The voices in the background were getting louder but now she could make out another soothing voice nearer her ear. Lizzy turned around searching for the owner whilst trying to grasp what was being said to her.

"Miss Bennet? Miss Bennet!" A gentle shake accompanied the question and Lizzy was finally able to break through the haze. Turning fully around she came face to face with her rescuer.

"Mr Darcy!" was all Lizzy was able to gasp. What on earth is he doing here?!

Darcy was managing to be only slightly more coherent than Miss Elizabeth. He glanced up from his position cradling Elizabeth in his arms to assess the situation with Morecroft. Seeing that Blake had managed to contain Morecroft he relaxed a little. Blake and Morecroft were now in a heated discussion, but it was now low enough that he could not hear what was being said; it looked as though Blake had the upper hand so he did not process it too much until Blake abruptly marched towards Darcy.

"Darce, I better take this blaggard away, he is out of his mind on something. Unfortunately our fathers knew each other so I feel it lies with me to get him home, sober him up, and then I will give him a piece of my mind. You take care of Miss Bennet. Give Gardiner my apologies and I will meet up with him as soon as I have this under control."

Without waiting for an answer, Blake swiftly returned to Morecroft who was slouched against a nearby tree, hauled him up and near enough dragged him out of view. Darcy immediately focused on Miss Elizabeth who had not said a word apart from uttering his name.

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, it is Mr Darcy. Are you well enough to stand?" warily he watched as Elizabeth nodded and stood up. He breathed a sigh of relief until she wavered and stumbled. She managed to catch his arm just in time and she gave a mirthless chuckle that did not seem to suit her at all.

"I am afraid I am a little worse for wear this morning Mr Darcy. If I could borrow your arm for the short walk to my Aunt and Uncle's I would be much obliged."

Not knowing how to respond to her statement apart from a "Certainly madam" they remained silent as they made their way to Grace Church Street. Darcy looked around and was thankful that there was still no-one in the vicinity. At least Miss Elizabeth's reputation was not damaged on top of everything else. Desperately wanting to comfort her somehow, but not knowing how to approach the subject Darcy was relieved to arrive at the Gardiner's front door. He rapped on the door twice and was soon ushered into the front door when the maid saw a pale Elizabeth, heavily supported by Mr Darcy.

Mrs Gardiner hearing the commotion at the front door came to investigate and was immediately concerned as she took in her niece's ashen colour and expressionless face.

"Elizabeth!" She rushed towards her niece and gathered her into a warm embrace. Elizabeth weakly returned it and pulled back addressing her Aunt.

"Aunt, I think I need to lie down, it has been a very trying morning; I do not think I would be able to make it though all your questions right now. I am sure Mr Darcy can answer any preliminary thoughts you may have." Here Lizzy cast a glance over at Mr Darcy, wondering if she had overstepped on his politeness but seeing him nod in agreement she wearily smiled and turned back to her Aunt.

"Alright Lizzy, I will help you upstairs," laying a comforting hand on Elizabeth's cheek she asked Mr Darcy if he would like to wait in the parlour and ordered some tea to be served. "I shall only be a few minutes Mr Darcy, please make yourself comfortable."

Once Maddie had settled Elizabeth into bed and made sure she did not need a doctor she made her way downstairs, her mind frantically speculating what could have happened to her usually strong niece. Entering the parlour Mr Darcy stood up and bowed.

"Mr Darcy, please, do not spare me any detail. I want to know exactly how my niece came to be in her current state."

Taking a deep breath Darcy waited until Mrs Gardiner had taken a seat before he started pacing the room. He had spent the past few minutes deciding how he would tell Mrs Gardiner what had happened when he did not know everything himself. He brought himself to a stop in the middle of the room after realising he was probably making her more nervous. He took a seat and turned towards her uttering one word.

"Morecroft."

Madeline gasped and her face drained of colour. Her face held a myriad of emotions until it hardened with a determined expression.

"Tell me everything you know sir."

Chapter 15

Posted on: 2011-07-04

Darcy exhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts.

"Mrs Gardiner, I shall tell you all that I know, but unfortunately it is not an awful lot."

"I just want an idea Sir. I can get the details from Lizzy when she is more recovered, but first I need to know the basics of what happened so I can start to help my niece."

"Yes, sorry, of course. Well, Mr Blake and myself were on our way to see your husband. We decided to walk through the park where we saw a young woman being accosted by a man. As we neared the couple we recognised them to be Miss Bennet and Lord Morecroft. I managed to extract Miss Elizabeth whilst Blake led Morecroft away. He is to return to speak to Mr Gardiner when he has finished dealing with the Lord."

At Mrs Gardiner's puzzled look he expanded,

"Blake and Morecroft's fathers had known each other, so I believe Blake felt it was his responsibility to escort him home. Morecroft appeared to be intoxicated and it looked like he had yet to return home from last night. After Morecroft was taken away, I tried to get Miss Elizabeth's attention, I believe she was in shock and so it took a little while to gain a response. I then escorted her home where you met us."

Darcy sat patiently observing Mrs Gardiner as she digested the information she had heard.

"Mr Darcy, thank you, I have a few questions if you would not mind staying a little longer?"

"Certainly Madam, I would like to help any way I can."

"Very well, first of all you said you saw Lizzy being accosted, what exactly did you see?"

Darcy's hands clenched, apart from this tiny gesture there were no other outward signs of Darcy's distress. He vividly recalled Morecroft pulling Elizabeth closer; he saw the almost feral expression on his face. He could not start to explain the well of emotions that coursed through him when he realised who the couple were; shock, indignation, anger and finally fear.
He vaguely remembers rushing forward towards the couple; no other thoughts entered his mind except to get Elizabeth out of that mans grasp. It was then that Morecroft happened to look up and see Darcy and Blake closing the distance between them. He abruptly let go of Elizabeth who had been struggling and seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, Darcy sprinted the final few yards and enclosed her safely in his arms. Despite the situation that led to Elizabeth being cradled in his embrace he could not help but relish in the feeling; her warm, body pressed into his, her delicate lavender perfume swirling around his senses and her soft, mahogany curls brushing against his cheek as he protectively and instinctively shied her away from Morecroft. He was concerned when she did not seem responsive. He angrily wondered how far Morecroft had importuned her. Relief flooded through him as Elizabeth seemed to regain her senses and he escorted her back to her Aunt's.

His inner anguish regarding her niece was not something Darcy felt Mrs Gardiner needed to be made aware of, so he briefly went into the specifics of what he saw in a detached manner but underneath his calm façade Darcy was seething; he had half a mind to go over to Morecroft's and help Blake with whatever he was doing with him.

Darcy and Mrs Gardiner were just discussing when Mr Gardiner would be home when a note was delivered to the mistress of the house. Hurriedly taking the missive she read it quickly, dismissed the footman and turned back to Darcy who had busied himself drinking his tea whilst she was otherwise occupied.

"It appears that Mr Blake will not be able to get any worthwhile message across to Morecroft this morning, he is to stay at Morecroft's residence until he can talk to him properly. He says he shall call on my husband tomorrow morning."

Darcy deciphered the message quickly, clearly Morecroft was still not in a fully cognizant state of mind and it would take some hours for whatever substances he had consumed to be no longer affecting his person.

Seeing that he was of no help at the moment to either Mrs Gardiner or Miss Bennet he made his farewells and offered his sincere wishes that Miss Elizabeth would soon fully recover. He further added that should he or his sister be able to help in anyway that they should not hesitate to contact them. He then ventured that he would likely be accompanying Blake on the morrow to discuss Morecroft and that if Miss Elizabeth was amiable to the idea, that he would bring his sister round in a few days. After graciously thanking Mr Darcy for all he had done and assuring him that she would take note of his offer Mrs Gardiner showed Darcy out of the house.

Once outside Darcy felt at a loss what to do, he was still anxious over Miss Elizabeth's state but he could not have imposed himself at the Gardiner's any longer. He also did not trust himself with Morecroft at the present and as Blake was there he could not see him either. Dejectedly he decided to go to his club; perhaps a bout of fencing would relieve him of his frustration for the time being. He would just imagine that it was Morecroft he was aiming for, Richard should be about round about now, he knew he was an extremely proficient swordsman and would be able to handle Darcy's anger.

Crossing the Cheapside Park once again he was thankful that Blake suggested the walk through the green, he was also resolved to speak to him when he got back from Morecroft's, to think of some way to make sure that he never even saw Miss Elizabeth again. Making a mental note to send a message to him he made his way over to his club, the sunny morning contradicting the dark thoughts that were plaguing his mind.

Blake was also trying to sort through his emotions as he slumped in an armchair by the fire of Morecroft's bedchamber. He was weary and anxious, the toll of the past few months were gaining on him and he wondered how he came to have strayed so far off of the right path. Rubbing his hands over his face he poured himself another brandy then placed the decanter on the table next to him. He sat staring into the flames, ignoring the snores emanating from Morecroft, who was currently passed out and would be for a few hours yet. Despite the warm temperature outside, the house was cold, the curtains were closed and even though the logs were burning, Blake still felt a chill. He hated this house; everywhere he looked there were reminders of her.

She had made him happy for a while, so happy; she had made him forget everything else and made him realise that he was finally his own man, back from his adventures abroad, ready to take on the world.

He and his father had drifted apart the last few years of his life; he watched as his former idol had plundered into a downward spiral, he chuckled mirthlessly to himself realising he was becoming more and more like his father everyday. Both men used to be of great morals and principles, ideal citizens, they were friends with the Darcys of the worlds not the Morecrofts. Oh how times had changed. Blake took another sip of his drink and delved further into his memories, specifically the ones that permanently intertwined his life with the man lying down opposite him.

One year ago

Edmund Blake had returned to England after receiving news that his father was gravely ill and would soon pass on. He loved his father, there was no doubt of that, but their relationship was strained to say the least, it was partly why he stayed so long abroad.

Shortly before he had left on his travels, father and son had argued constantly. Edmund could not understand why his father had started to drink and gamble. He knew that his mother's passing was hard on him so soon after the elder Mr Darcy's death but he was there to help him, as well as many other acquaintances. Jonathan Blake however would not seek aid from those that loved him and were close to him. He shunned the help his son tried to offer and wanted nothing to do with him. The resemblance between son and mother was too close in both looks and temperament for his daily presence to be bearable, so, Jonathan took to going to clubs that were not his usual want and his relationship with his son crumbled from that what it once was.

As he ascended the stairs at his estate in Staffordshire he wondered what to expect. How much would his father have changed? Warily approaching the master bedchamber he heard a soft, sweet humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered in and was taken aback. A beautiful young woman with dark hair was fussing about his father, wiping his brow and plumping his cushions. Her dress was well made and she was obviously a gentle-bred lady, this of course led to the question, who is this exquisite creature and why on earth is she alone in my father's bedchamber?!

Glancing up, the young woman spotted the unfamiliar man lurking by the door and gasped. Edmund took this as his cue to find out some answers. Walking confidently into the room he all but ignored the lady and went straight to his father's side. Looking down he had to stifle his surprise. As long as he could remember Jonathan Blake was an indomitable force, he was of a large stature and even larger personality, even in his darkest days. The man that lay asleep in front of Edmund now was just a shell of his father.

He appeared to have aged far more than what he should have done, lines were visible all across his face, he was ghostly white and he seemed so small, so weak, so unlike the great man he once was. The animosity that had built over the years was temporarily forgotten and he was once again a young boy, looking upon his father, but whereas before he was the one needing help, now it was the son's turn to look after him.

Edmund looked up from the figure on the bed and met a sympathetic gaze. Neither looked away nor spoke, they just stared into each other's eyes; it was the lady who finally broke the silence.

"Mr Blake, I am Cassandra Morecroft."

Noticing Edmunds questioning glance she carried on,

"I have been shown a likeness of you by your father."

"Miss Morecroft" here Blake bowed, his manners, instilled in him from birth, instinctive but he carried on in a biting manner, he knew of the reputation of the male Morecroft's and they were not pleasing at all. "I do not mean to sound rude, but how has it come to pass that a young, single, gentle-bred lady is alone by my father's sickbed?"

Blushing Miss Morecroft looked down briefly only to straighten her back and look Edmund straight in the eye as she replied.

"It may be unorthodox by society's standards Mr Blake, but your father has been very kind to me. I have known him these past five years when you have not. He is almost like a second father to me, and as you were not here to look after him as he deteriorates from this world I took up the position. He has had no-one in the world during his illness except paid servants and me. I would not let him suffer alone." She defiantly stared at Edmund, her unwavering gaze daring him to rebuke her or cast her out.

Edmund was surprised to say the least, the fire in Miss Morecroft's eyes was overwhelming, her deference towards his father was unexpected, but the observation that she was there when he was not hit home. He sighed, the annoyance that had built up during her speech had waned and he was sorry for his earlier tone.

"I apologise for my tone before Miss Morecroft. I am weary from a long voyage home, and finding a young woman in my father's bedchamber, no matter how innocent the situation may be was a bit of a shock. Thank you for looking after my father so diligently."

After hearing the genuine contriteness in his voice Cassandra softened to the son of the man she looked up to.

"Apology accepted sir. And in return please accept my apologies for losing my temper. Of course you could not have anticipated the situation here. I could leave here if that would be preferable to you? I would still like to visit your father though."

Edmund studied the woman in front of him; she was unlike any woman he had ever met before. He saw the obvious affection she had for his father, and her spirit was refreshing. No he would let her stay. After all she had seen more of his father than he had these past five years, he would want to spend time with her before he moves on to his next life. He knew his parents had always wanted a little girl, perhaps this Miss Morecroft had in a way been the daughter his father never got to have. It would be cruel to separate them now.

A groan from the bed brought Blake out of his memories. He swiftly got out of the chair and walked over to Morecroft who had brought a hand up to his forehead; his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"James!" Edmund threw the covers off the bed and continued to shout, "What the hell were you thinking?! Did I not tell you to leave Miss Elizabeth Bennet alone?! How stupid can you get? "

Morecroft by now had opened his eyes and wearily looked upon the irate Blake.

"Edmund, what the devil are you shouting and screaming about? I have not seen Elizabeth for a while." though under his breath he grumbled almost inaudibly "though not through a lack of trying."

"James I just had to haul you away from Miss Elizabeth in broad daylight, you had accosted her in the middle of the park for Christ's sake! You should be glad that Darcy did not beat you to a pulp, he was livid."

Morecroft sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, scrunching his face trying to remember.

"Blake, I swear I have no idea what you are going on about, the last thing I remember was going to a den, and then onto Madame Bell's where the woman I was with, was definitely not the delectable and innocent Elizabeth. After that, nothing I am afraid." The nonchalance in his tone angered Blake to no end.

"Do you have no sense of preservation Blake? It is a good job I have had someone look out after you and alerted me straight away what was happening. Miss Elizabeth now has some powerful people in her aid, Darcy is a formidable opponent, do not get on the wrong side of him. Though it appears you are too late."

Morecroft snorted, unaffected. "Darcy? That arrogant bore and stickler to propriety? I hardly think he knows enough people on our side of life that could ruin our plans." Here he sneered, "do not forget you are as despicable as I am now, do not disillusion yourself with all your self-righteous ideals, remember you lost the right to do so several months ago." He coldly stared at Edmund until he averted his eyes.

"James do not underestimate him, or me. Do not forget who has the upper hand here. It is certainly not you. You are ten times worse than I could ever be. I suggest you lay low for now. You are not needed for a while. I suggest you visit one of your lowly friends in another part of the country. I shall write when enough time has passed."

With a glare Edmund made his way to the door and only faltered slightly at Morecroft's parting words.

"Edmund, you are not as innocent in this situation as you believe. Remember, ultimately, if it were not for you, Cassie would be alive and well."

Shutting his eyes in remorse Blake carried on out the chamber and to the front door. Praying that he would not have to visit this building for a while he quietly made his way across town to his own home, trying to construct answers to the inevitable questions that would be asked by Gardiner and Darcy.

Chapter 16

Posted on: 2011-07-13

Luck was with Darcy as he entered his club, he easily found Richard sitting with his brother at one of the tables.

"Ah, look who has decided to grace us with his presence! It has been a while has it not brother?"

Darcy grimaced, not in the mood for Richard's teasing.

"Richard, Andrew."

Noticing the grim expression on William's face Richard turned inquisitive.

"Why are you so dour Darcy, well, more so than usual?"

"I just had a particularly unpleasant encounter with someone, would one of you like to oblige me with a bout of fencing?"

Andrew looked at Darcy sympathetically, being more of his cousin's temperament than his brother's he realised that William must be quite aggravated and needed to let out his frustrations. He knew he was not up to the same standard as Richard, and he was meeting his fiancé that afternoon, so he decided to let Darcy vent and rose from his chair clasping his cousin's shoulder.

"Sorry William, I am afraid I must leave you to the mercy of my brother this afternoon, I have prior engagements. I hope you feel better soon cousin." With a parting smile he turned to his brother. "Richard, I shall see you at dinner."

Once Andrew had departed, Darcy turned around only to be met by Richard's raised eyebrow and a slight grin.

"Well Darce, ready for a good beating?"

Richard was not so blind to not realise that Darcy truly had something bothering him, but if his cousin wanted to let his anger out through a fencing match rather than discussing it, he would be willing to comply. Well, to begin with at least; also teasing his stoic cousin was an added bonus that he never chose to resist.

"Really Richard, you should know by now that I have not taken a good beating in many years. Come; let me show you that a mere civilian has better swordsmanship than a Colonel in his Majesty's army." This is what he needed. Richard always knew when he needed distracting. Forcing the thoughts of his morning temporarily away the two men made their way to the fencing salle.

Meanwhile, Madeline Gardiner was deeply worried about her niece. She was having an internal debate as to whether she should wake Elizabeth up and question her on exactly what happened. Mr Darcy's account had not really assured her and she was fretting about what may have happened before the gentlemen arrived. Glancing at the clock on the mantelpiece she noted that nearly three hours had already passed since Elizabeth went upstairs. Deciding that enough time had passed, she quickly checked in on the children, who were otherwise occupied and climbed the stairs to Lizzy's bedroom.

Knocking lightly on the door she heard a soft "enter." Pushing the door open and slipping inside she noticed her niece appeared to have recovered somewhat from the morning. She did not look as pale as she had when she first arrived back at the house. Sitting on the edge of her bed she engulfed Lizzy, who was now sat up, in a hug. She rocked her back and forth like she used to when Elizabeth was a child, when her mother had unknowingly upset her with her thoughtless words, just like then she stroked her hair and asked her what happened.

Wrapped up in her Aunt's embrace Lizzy felt much better. She had not spent the last hours sleeping like everyone had thought, instead she had been reflecting on the morning's events. She was angry, angry at Morecroft for attacking her, angry at her mother for telling him where she was, but most of all she was angry with herself. How could she have been so stupid to let herself end up in such a situation? She had always thought herself fearless and strong, able to handle any situation. Her move to London was her decision. She thought her quick wit and strong behaviour would ultimately protect her from that man. She never realised how base he really was, she could still recollect the odour reeking from his clothes and breath, the manic glint in his eyes. Squeezing her eyes shut, she extracted herself from her Aunt's hold and took a steady breath out. Opening them again she saw the worried expression looking back at her and guilt was added to the array of feelings that were swarming around her body.

"Aunt, I am sorry for all the worry that I have caused. It was an unexpected event. I will take better care in the future."

"Lizzy, no apology is needed; I am here for you no matter what the problem is. Please can you tell me what happened? Mr Darcy said Lord Morecroft accosted you in the park."

"Yes" here she paused for a moment to consider what to say and then the words tumbled out. "Yes, I was taking my morning walk, as I always do, I was going to feed the ducks in the pond, I noticed we had some bread for them…I thought that I would not need a companion for such a short journey, and as it was still fairly early I did not think that the park would be busy. I thought it would be safe, after all I have never had any problems there before, he has never encountered me there…"

Maddie squeezed Lizzy hand in encouragement as she tailed off.

"I was just looking out onto the pond when I heard something, I turned around and he was there. Just standing there… and then he was talking, I do not think he was himself, he can not have been. He was saying such vulgar things Aunt; I tried to make him go away. I told him I did not want him there but he would not listen. He came closer, so close. I managed to move around him when he was distracted but then he caught my wrist."

Here Lizzy absentmindedly cradled her wrist. Maddie quietly gasped as she saw bruises appearing in the shape of fingerprints. Noticing where her Aunt's line of sight ended she covered up her wrist.

"Oh Lizzy, he must have grasped you hard, I have a bracelet that will cover the marks for now if you like, they will fade in a few days. "

"Thank you Aunt, I would appreciate them." She sat in silence for a few moments until Maddie gently urged Lizzy to carry on telling her what happened. At this point she sat up straight with a defiant look in her eye.

"I slapped him Aunt. When he caught my wrist he tugged me back but I swung around and hit him! I knew mother was wrong when she said that I should not play with the Lucas boys when I was younger!" this brought a smile to both women's faces; Maddie was glad that Lizzy's humour was coming back.

"I continued to struggle, as I am afraid my fighting skills appear to be lacking, he still had a hold on my wrist. It was then that Mr Darcy and Mr Blake arrived. I believe Mr Darcy informed you of the rest."

They both sat in silence as they both thought about what was exchanged. Eventually it was Maddie that broke the silence.

"You have told me what happened Lizzy, but what do you feel? What do you want to do now?"

"I have spent these last few hours contemplating those very things Aunt. I will not lie to you. I am disturbed and frightened by what happened today. I think I thought myself invincible, or at least that the probability of something happening to me to be remote. I relied on the fact that he was a Lord, brought up a gentleman, and so no matter what suggestions he had, or actions he insinuated, he would not act on them. I thought I was just being silly, over-reacting to the physical danger I would be in from him. This morning's events changed this. I now realise that that man is dangerous, whereas before I thought him compromising me would be near impossible and it was only my imagination that thought it possible, I now realise I was wrong. He is fully capable of such actions. If it were not for Mr Darcy and Mr Blake I do not know what would have happened, how far he would have gone. I owe them a great debt that I feel I will not ever be able to repay."

"Lizzy it is in no way your fault. You should be able to walk around this area free from trouble, but I must insist that from now on you have someone accompany you on your walks. I could not stand it if something happened to you again. You were extremely lucky that Mr Darcy and Mr Blake arrived in time. Your Uncle will be talking to both men tomorrow where they are thinking of ways to make it safe for you. Until then we must remain vigilant. I know you have an independent spirit Lizzy, but I am sure after today, you will not object to the extra precautions."

"No Aunt, not at all, I fully agree. Until he is far away I shall go with whatever plans you and Uncle may have for me."

Maddie studied her niece intently, an idea had formed in her mind and although she was reluctant to voice it she thought it should be said.

"You know you are always welcome here my dear, but would you like to go back home? Morecroft would not know that you have travelled back and you may be safe. If we were to tell your mother and father…"

Here she was cut off by Lizzy's vehement protests.

"No, please no Aunt, no. I do not want to go home just yet. Even though he is in town I feel safer here than I do at Longbourn. I know you and Uncle will protect me. I did not feel such assurances in Hertfordshire. I know that Mama would do anything for me to be married to him."

An understanding look flashed across Maddie's face as she replied.

"Of course Lizzy, like I said, you are welcome here at anytime. I just wanted you to take note of all your options. Now," here she rose off the bed pulling back the covers. "Shall we go downstairs, have some tea and see what the little rascals I call my children are up to?"

Feeling better by the minute, Lizzy ever determined to think of the past only as it gives her pleasure, told her Aunt that she would meet her downstairs after she had changed back into a day dress. Giving her niece a quick hug she left the room and went to prepare the tea. Maddie, whilst giving Lizzy all the reassurance she could, privately still felt apprehensive about the whole ordeal. She was anxious for Edward to return home and for his meeting with Mr Darcy and Mr Blake the following morning.

"Darce, I am not saying that I do not enjoy being attacked by you, but would you like to talk about whatever is on your mind?"

Darcy just grunted and continued his assault. Deftly deflecting Darcy's onslaught Richard once again tried to coax his cousin into opening up.

"I only ask, as you seem to have an unnaturally high level of anger today."

Darcy's response was to thrust his sword so that Richard had to move several steps back to avoid being hit.
"I shall take that as a no for now then Darce." He commented, as both men brought the level of their game up a notch. Parrying another of his cousin's attacks, Richard thought he would try to break his cousin's façade and get him to open up.

"There are not many subjects that would rile you up as you are now; you leave me no choice but to guess." Richard now took the opportunity to attack and forced Darcy onto the defensive. As the blades crossed Richard brought their faces close to each other, whilst his cousin struggled to get his blade free Richard pressed on.

"Now what could it be? It has to be either Georgiana, Pemberley, Aunt Catherine…no you would have said something if it were along those lines…"

Finding it more difficult to keep Darcy in place he made one final guess, this time with a gleeful look on his face.

"Women! It must be!" Adopting a faux serious mien he taunted "Now, now Cousin, are you having women troubles?"

Darcy's annoyance was on full display as he finally disentangled himself and attacked Richard with as much vigour as possible.

"Ah I see I might be close. Now which woman would it be?"

Darcy, letting his frustration over the morning's events and his cousin's teasing was losing his concentration and he bit out.

"Richard, I did not ask you to fence for you to analyse me and my personal affairs."

Clink

"Ah so you are admitting that you are having women troubles then?"

Clink

"I am saying nothing of the kind, as you well know."

Clink

"Is it Caroline Bingley? Has she compromised you in some way and now you are facing the terrifying prospect of forever being shackled to that shameless shrew?"

Clink

"Do not be ridiculous, I have avoided her for nearly ten years, and I shall continue to do so for the foreseeable future."

Clink

"Anne then? Has Aunt Catherine finally sunk her claws into you?"

Clink

"No, Richard, I do not know where you are getting these ideas from!"

Clink

Ignoring his increasingly irate cousin, Richard continued as an idea sparked in his mind.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Here Darcy momentarily lost concentration and Richard managed to hit his arm, giving him the point and the match.

"Damn!"

"Ah ha! Miss Bennet! I knew it was women's troubles Darcy, you cannot hide anything from me!" taking off his mask he walked over to Darcy who was wiping his brow and glaring at his cousin.

"Richard you have completely misinterpreted the situation."

The colonel snorted and slung his arm across Darcy's shoulders after they gave their swords to the nearby footmen.

"Do not fret Darce, I knew the day would come that you would come asking me for advice regarding the ladies."

Darcy rolled his eyes and shrugged Richard's arm off of his shoulders.

"I repeat, you have jumped to the wrong conclusion, something I believe you berated me of doing only last week."

"Well then, set me straight and tell me what Miss Elizabeth has done, or rather has not done, that has got you in such a state."

Grimacing he realised he had no choice but to agree. He trusted his cousin implicitly and knew that he would not betray a confidence once given, especially if it was of a delicate nature, such as Miss Bennet's situation was.

"Fine, come back to Darcy house for some lunch and I can relate to you the origins of my 'state' as you so eloquently put it."

Hiding his grin at accomplishing his goal of getting Darcy to open up, Richard nodded his head and arranged to meet with Darcy once they had changed from their exercise.

Chapter 17

Posted on: 2011-07-31

Pushing his empty plate aside Richard settled back in his chair and appraised his cousin with a contemplative gaze.

"So, let me see if I have this correct. Miss Elizabeth came to London to escape the attentions of Morecroft but he followed her and then was accosting her in the park until you and Blake came upon her?"

"That is essentially the situation yes."

"I see. Now Darce, I do not want you to take this the wrong way…" here Darcy's gaze sharpened towards his cousin at this pronouncement, sure that he would probably take offence to what would be said next. Richard noticed the look, but being a war-wearied Colonel in his Majesty's army he was above being intimidated by such a glare and continued, " I see from that look you are determined to take this the wrong way, but, why are you so angry? Although certainly, this is a horrid situation for Miss Bennet, she is not the only one of your acquaintance who has been on the receiving end of a particularly persistent and often questionable suitor."

"Richard, you are right. I do take offence. How can I not be angry when an innocent woman is pursued ruthlessly by such a man? How can you not be affected?!"

"I am not saying I am not disgusted by Morecroft, I am. What I am saying is, why are you so angry? If I was not such a good swordsman I am sure I could have been seriously injured with all that pent up emotion you were letting out."

Darcy let out a sigh, his anger at his cousin abating, how could he call out his cousin on asking the same questions he himself had been? Why did he care so much? It was a sad but true fact that many women were in Miss Elizabeth's position, the unenviable situation of being pursued by a vicious suitor. He glanced at his cousin's expectant face and realised he had yet to answer.

"I am not sure…I think after Ramsgate, and the pain Georgiana went through… to see another acquaintance of mine, and Georgiana's particular friend go through such an experience welled up all the emotions I had for Wickham and manifested them onto Morecroft."

Richard hummed in a non-committal way and continued to analyse his cousin. The answer he gave was plausible but somehow he did not believe it rang quite true. He knew his cousin very well and something new was happening to him, he would have to tread carefully if he wanted to find out answers so he changed the topic to something more practical.

"Well, if you like I could do some digging on Morecroft if you like Darce? See what comes up that may help?"

Relieved that his cousin had let the subject go he eagerly agreed.

"Thank you Richard that would be a great help. Any information you can find would be useful. I do not want something like this morning happening again if I can help it."

With the lunch finished and Richard needing to run some errands the gentlemen soon parted ways. Richard had a lot of food for thought after that conversation. His cousin's concern for Miss Bennet went above and beyond what an indifferent acquaintance would be…his mind drifted off to possible explanations and as one potential idea came to the front of his mind he rode through the London streets with a glint in his eye thinking that perhaps he should have a little chat with his mother. After all, the lovely Miss Bennet and her Aunt were due to take tea with her soon…

Darcy moved into his study and tried to focus on his business but his mind kept wandering back to the morning's events. Finally giving up after an hour of achieving nothing he went in search for his sister. He found her in the music room practicing the new music he had purchased for her. After she had finished her piece he asked her for a few minutes of her time. He had leave from Mrs Gardiner to tell Georgiana the basics of what happened to Miss Elizabeth. Understandably she was upset by what she was told but this was soon turned to determination when her brother at first refused to let her accompany him to Gracechurch Street the next morning. After ten minutes of heated discussion Georgiana turned back to Schubert victorious.

The morning soon arrived and the Darcy's and Blake made their way to the Gardiners. Georgiana was shown directly to the parlour where Elizabeth and Maddie awaited her. Elizabeth was soon embraced by her new friend and once more putting on a brave face Lizzy set about trying to ease her young companion belittling the situation despite what she felt inside. Lizzy hated being vulnerable and was determined to try and keep the events of yesterday firmly in the past.

Meanwhile the gentlemen swiftly made their way to Mr Gardiner's study and closed the doors firmly behind them. Walking over to his drinks cabinet he picked up the decanter and raised an eyebrow to his companions silently asking if they wanted any brandy. After nodding their acquiescence they settled into the chairs where the attention of the room was now focused on Blake.

Clearing his throat he put his glass down looked Mr Gardiner in the eyes as he spoke.

"I shall not drag out my explanation gentlemen, but suffice to say Lord Morecroft shall not be importuning your niece in the foreseeable future."

A look of relief suffused over Edward Gardiner's face before it changed to an inquisitive one, thinking that Blake did not realise he needed more details he gently asked for more information.

"That is excellent news Edmund. Really excellent, but, I have to ask… how can you be sure? I am sure you understand I need some form of explanation so I can put my niece, wife and frankly myself at ease."

Blake internally sighed; he knew that he would not have been able to let his explanation stay so brief.

"Of course Edward, I understand. I shall give you a little background to our relationship. It shall help you understand why he yielded to my suggestion. Our fathers in their later years of life came to have a friendship of sorts; my father was a different man when my mother died. Her death, coupled with the death of his best friend and the fact that I am similar in disposition and looks to my mother made it difficult for my father to remain as he once was. In the end I went travelling, as you know, and I was away from England for over five years. When I came back I discovered this new friendship and so was frequently thrown into company with the Morecrofts. My father looked upon the younger Morecroft fondly, for reasons that quite elude me, but there we have it."

Taking a swift swig of his drink he carried on now looking at the drink instead of Edward Gardiner.

"In the short time before my father died, I had, being compelled by my father's wishes, come to the aid of Morecroft; he is in my debt so to speak. I simply reclaimed that debt and suggested that a very long sojourn in a distant county where he can forget about Miss Elizabeth Bennet is what I require for him to acquit himself."

Blake had inserted just enough truth into the explanation for it to sound plausible and hoped that Darcy and Gardiner would not examine further. He hated deception, but lately he found himself lost into its claws, unable to escape. It was Darcy who spoke next, he had remained silent since he had arrived in the study, but as always he analysed and pondered before making any comments.

"How do you know that he will keep to his word? I do not know Morecroft very well, but from what I do know of him; trustworthy is not a trait I would associate with that man."

"I anticipated such worries already Darcy, I have installed one of my men as a look-out for Morecroft. He has already informed me that Morecroft is preparing his house to leave and should be gone by tomorrow. My man shall discreetly ascertain that he has left with the intentions of staying gone, if there are any indications that he has gone back on his word I will know how to act. Forgive me for being so bare in the details but I am not at liberty to divulge all information." Turning once more to Edward he clasped the man's shoulder. "Do not worry, I will not allow him to harm your niece again."

"Thank you Edmund, Darcy for coming to Lizzy's aid and for finding a way to get rid of that scoundrel. I am indebted to you both."

The younger men both assured Mr Gardiner that they felt he owed them nothing and the trio stood to rejoin the ladies briefly.

"Ah Edward, Will, I am afraid I have to take my leave. I have an appointment with an investor that I can not miss. I shall say farewell to the ladies but then I must leave. I will be in touch with both you soon."

"Of course Edmund, I do not want you to be late, thank you again for all you have done."

Smiling and taking the proffered hand in a strong grasp he swiftly left the study. Darcy and Edward remained for a few moments.

"Mr Gardiner. May I take this opportunity to invite you, Mrs Gardiner and Miss Bennet to my home for dinner sometime next week?"

"That is very kind Mr Darcy, we have no fixed plans, I am sure my wife and niece would be very happy to attend. However, I believe it is yours and Miss Darcy's turn to dine here. If you are not busy tomorrow night, perhaps you would like to join us? Nothing fancy, just a family meal, but I find that in good company the extravagance of the meal is mostly overlooked by conversation."

"Georgiana and I would be delighted Sir, thank you. And I agree with your sentiments exactly Mr Gardiner regarding family meals, Georgiana and I much prefer a simple cooked meal than these complicated French dishes that are à la mode."

"My thoughts exactly good Sir! And please, after all you have done for this family, please, call me Edward, or Gardiner, I insist!"

"Very well Gardiner, in return please, William or Darcy."

"Darcy it is then! Shall we rejoin the ladies in the parlour? I am afraid I must abandon you to the females in a short while as I need to get to one of my offices."

Darcy chuckled and responded dryly.

"I am sure I can survive talk about the latest fashions tolerably well, after all I have been living with only Georgiana for many years."

The two remaining gentlemen entered the parlour where they found the three women chatting amiably amongst themselves. They turned their attention to the men when they made their presence known. Edward, deciding that he would tell his wife before he left for work, the outcome of the morning's visit mentioned nothing of it now but indicated to his wife that he would have a private word when he was getting ready to depart. Staying for a further ten minutes Mr Gardiner made pleasantries with their guests and smiled encouragingly at Elizabeth to try and ease her mind and hint that everything will be alright.

When the Master and Mistress of the house removed themselves from the parlour to get Mr Gardiner ready for work Darcy observed his sister and Miss Bennet interact, the ease that she drew his normally shy sister out still amazed him. Seeing that her brother was standing aloofly by the mantelpiece Georgiana beckoned him to a seat next to her, opposite Elizabeth which he gladly accepted. The three talked pleasantly about some new music that Darcy had acquired for Georgiana until Mrs Gardiner returned and joined in the conversation.

Knowing that her niece wanted to personally thank Mr Darcy like she had done with Mr Blake earlier, Mrs Gardiner indicated that she had recently bought some music that Georgiana would like and could show her them if she liked. Georgiana, always keen on finding new music to play was eager in accepting the offer and so Maddie led her to the other side of the room where the collection was kept.

Seeing that his sister was happily chattering away to Mrs Gardiner, Darcy turned his attention to Elizabeth once more, his gaze soft and earnest as he looked upon her.

"How are you feeling Miss Elizabeth?" he could not resist calling her by her Christian name, there was something right about the way that name rolled off his tongue. He catalogued her appearance and demeanour, from his observations of her so far he knew she was usually lively and spirited, but today she was neither of these things. Underneath the forced smile that was fixed on her face he saw weariness and sadness. Elizabeth tried to put everyone else at ease by pretending to be well even though she was not; and he admired her all the more for it. He knew what it was like to have burdens that were not to be shared with the outside world and he could empathise.

"I am well, I thank you Mr Darcy, but that is not the only thing I need to be thanking you for… words cannot express how relieved I was when you came upon me in the park… I -"

Here Darcy gently cut her off, he could see how she struggled to articulate the words and he did not want her thanks.

"Miss Elizabeth, please, there is no need to thank me. I assure you. Knowing that you are safe and unharmed is more than enough."

Lizzy blushed at his kind words and unconsciously rubbed her wrist where the bruises were now a dark purple in colour.

"You are too kind sir, but I shall thank you all the same..."

She fell short, as following his gaze, Lizzy quickly realised that he had seen the bruises on her wrist. She hastily pulled her sleeve down further and studiously looked at the floor, her face loosing colour. She did not want anyone except her Aunt seeing her injuries; she did not want anyone to see that she was damaged by that man. Lost in her musings, she nearly jumped when, to her astonishment, Mr Darcy slowly reached out and took her injured hand in his.

She followed his movements as he tenderly turned her wrist over and lightly traced the markings that marred her skin. She marvelled at the gentle way his large hands held hers. Her breathing sped up almost imperceptibly and she felt her heart quicken as she finally tore her gaze away from her wrist to the gentleman's eyes. She found that his attention was already focused on hers and his eyes burned with an intensity that was wholly unfamiliar. She watched completely transfixed as he raised her hand towards him. She could feel his warm breath on her hand where it hovered just underneath his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. Lizzy, almost breathless from the waves of emotions that were now coursing through her, did nothing but stare back. So wrapped up in their intimate air of tension, everything else was forgotten until there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as Darcy released her hand. His eyes, once burning with an array of emotions were now closed off and distant. He looked as he had the first time she met him, stoic and cold, the only thing betraying his new demeanour was his red tinged cheeks.

Confused and hurt at the almost blank expression that now adorned the gentleman's face she finally recollected that they were not alone. She glanced over to the far corner where her Aunt and Georgiana were in earnest conversation, and luckily, appeared to have been for quite some time. Lizzy's gaze wandered involuntarily back to the enigma of the man before her, her mind wondering who exactly was the real Fitzwilliam Darcy?

Chapter 18

Posted on: 2011-09-03

Darcy saw the hurt and confusion flicker across Elizabeth's eyes and inwardly cursed. He prided himself on being able to keep a tight hold on his outward emotions but for some reason, being in the presence of the woman in front of him threw his self-restraint out of the window. He did not think about what he was doing when he saw the bruises on her arm, almost without conscious thought he reached for her hand and caressed it. He wanted to erase the reminders of what Morecroft had done to her. It came almost naturally to him, comforting Elizabeth, and it was with a degree of shock that he realised he was about to kiss her hand. A woman who he barely knew, a woman who had just been through a dreadful ordeal, a woman who had the most enchanting eyes he had ever encountered. It was this last thought that shook him out of his thoughts. He had no right to lead this woman on. He was a Darcy, his sense of propriety was impeccable, he had to marry a woman of his own circle and here he was about to make a bold and unwarranted move. He would not give this innocent woman hopes that could never be realised.

He put his façade of indifference firmly into place and glanced around the room hoping that his sister and Mrs Gardiner had not seen his earlier slip in composure. Luckily he spied them both engrossed in music sheets and lost to anything else in the room. He dared not look back at Elizabeth, no Miss Bennet, for both of their sakes. He could not deny the attraction that he felt for her, he had never met her equal having intelligence, beauty and kindness combined in any of the ladies he had met in the ton, but nothing could come of it. He only prayed that she had not succumbed to the attraction he was feeling. Friendship was all that he could offer Miss Bennet, and although he knew that it would probably be better for his heart if she declined him even that he dearly hoped that she would not.

He cleared his throat and valiantly searched for a safe topic to broach with Miss Bennet. He was saved from the task by Georgiana and Mrs Gardiner who had rejoined them on the sofas.

"Elizabeth, I have been asked to confirm your attendance at my Aunts' for tea tomorrow. Please know that if you do not feel well enough I will make excuses to my Aunt." Georgiana looked at Lizzy as if assessing her state of health on the spot. Noticing that she was under close scrutiny Lizzy let it be known that she was perfectly at ease with the arrangements as they were and she would gladly keep the appointment.

The visit soon ended and the participants were in a variety of states when the Darcy's left. Georgiana was happy that her friend seemed to be nearly recovered from her ordeal. Mrs Gardiner was not fooled by her niece's demeanour and was still worried about her; she hoped that once it was known that Lord Morecroft was no longer in the same part of the country Lizzy would regain some of her spirit back, however she had a feeling that perhaps Lord Morecroft was not the only factor in her quiet behaviour, both Mr Darcy and Elizabeth were subdued after their tête-à-tête and she wondered what had occurred to cause them to be so. Elizabeth on her part was confused. She could not understand the many sides to Mr Darcy, his moods were so changeable she did not know what to expect of him the next time they met, would he be the charming rescuer or the cold gentleman of the ton? She knew which one she wanted to see.

Darcy was also seized in an inner turmoil as he left the Gardiner residence; he was determined to repress his feelings for Miss Bennet and continue the acquaintance with perfect civility, offering friendship and companionship. He convinced himself that he could strive to imagine Miss Bennet as another sister, he could look after her as he would Georgiana, he would also make it abundantly clear to the lady in question of his thoughts on the matter. It would be the fair thing to do after all, so that she not be made suspicious or form any serious attachment by his continued presence.

Once the sound of the carriage could no longer be heard Madeline ushered Lizzy back into the parlour. Grasping her niece's hands she beamed.

"Lizzy, I have the most wonderful news. Lord Morecroft shall not be able to harass you again! In fact he is not even I the same county anymore."

Lizzy released her Aunt's hands and sat heavily down on the nearest chair. Looking up with a cautiously hopeful expression Lizzy could hardly be heard as she whispered in disbelief.

"How? How can it be possible? He was most determined in his suit to posses me."

"I do not know the specifics, but apparently he is indebted to Mr Blake and the debt is of such a nature that he could not refuse Mr Blake's demands of leaving you alone. There has been confirmation that Lord Morecroft's house is being closed up and he is to take residence in one of his estates no doubt."
Seeing the look of panic that flickered across Elizabeth's face her Aunt continued, " no, Lizzy, he is not to go to Hertfordshire, it was confirmed that the lease on Burwell Manor has been let up and so you will be safe from him there whenever you decide to go back."

A look of pure relief suffused through Elizabeth as she processed this information. She was free from Morecroft's clutches, finally. She could walk through the streets unafraid of him finding her. She could return home if she wanted to, though perhaps she would wait until her mother had recovered from the disappointment that her refusal has caused her. What she owed to Mr Edmund Blake! How could she ever repay him? He and Mr Darcy had done so much for her, more than she could ever repay.

With the anticipation of the gentleman's meeting with Edward, the post was forgotten, now that the commotion of the morning was over Madeline collected the envelopes and shuffled through them.

"Ah Lizzy my dear, it seems as though Jane has replied to your last letter, I have a few errands to run in town, I will not be long, shall you be well until I return?"

"Yes Aunt, I shall be perfectly content! Today is a day to be happy, and I love hearing from my dear, sweet sister Jane."

"Very well, I shall leave you to your letter. I shall see you in a little while."
"Goodbye Aunt."

When she heard the door close a quarter of an hour later Lizzy eagerly tore open the seal, waiting to hear news from home.

Dearest Lizzy,

Jane

After reading the letter Lizzy sat back in her chair thinking over what she had written. She dearly missed her sister, her father and even starting to miss her younger sisters and mother. The threat of Lord Morecroft was no more and it sounded as if Jane was bearing the brunt of her mother's matchmaking schemes. It would be selfish of her to stay in London whilst her poor sister was suffering her mother's machinations. Her resolve was set. She would stay one more week in London, fulfil all her arrangements and then Hertfordshire she would go!

Chapter 19

Posted on: 2011-09-30

Eleanor Fitzwilliam sat in her parlour quietly drinking her tea whilst thinking over the conversation she had just had with her youngest son. Being of the mind to actually spend time with her offspring instead of leaving them with a governess as they grew up, Eleanor had learnt to easily recognise when her sons were happy, upset, or more commonly, mischievous. The look that Richard sported had most definitely been the latter as he strolled into her parlour that morning.

"Mother" he ambled forward to embrace and kiss her cheek.

"Richard! I did not know you were coming to see me?" as she pulled back from the embrace she noticed his excited eyes and a twitch of the left side of his mouth, a mannerism that she was exceedingly familiar with. She narrowed her eyes and stepped back. "What are you after this time dear son of mine?"

"For shame madam! You think that the only reason I would come and visit you would be to ask for something? Please allow me a little credit oh lovely mother of mine!"

Not to be swayed by her charming son, after all, he had learnt it all from her, she answered in kind.

"Richard I have known you these past one and thirty years, and in that time I have learnt to read you like a book. You may be able to fool the French, but you will not be able to fool me!"

Letting out a dramatic sigh before grinning he waved his hand in defeat.

"Very well, I am found out!"

"Now Richard, I hope you shall not surrender so easily to Napoleon, I am beginning to wonder how you became a colonel considering you gave up almost at once!"

Noticing his mother's teasing Richard quipped in a serious tone;

"Ah, but mother, I would never surrender to them for I know I can beat them, you on the other hand, I know it is a hopeless battle so there is little point wasting my time pretending otherwise!"

Eleanor laughed as she fondly patted her son's arm.

"Appealing to one's vanity shall get you far my dear."

Richard winked as they both sat down on the sofas.

"I know."

Switching into her inquisitive mode Eleanor began to question her son.

"Now, tell me why you are here."

"Never one to mince words are you mother?"

"Richard… you came here to ask for my advice or to tell me something of importance, so, speak."

"Yes General." He muttered under his breath but his mother must have heard as she playfully swatted him on the arm.

"I thought you were supposed to be one of the most revered hostesses of the ton. I am failing to see why, I have not even been offered a drink!" after seeing the glare that was thrown at him he mock-scowled. "Fine, fine."

As the words left his mouth the door opened and a servant carrying tea and light refreshments entered. Eleanor thanked the maid before turning to her son with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"You were saying Richard?" "That you were an excellent hostess and an even more brilliant mother?"

"I thought so. Now, drink some tea, eat a sandwich and can you please finally get to the point."

Obliging his mother he did as he was bid.

After he gave an account of his lunch at Darcy House Richard left his mother to contemplate the information he had just parted. He shared his suspicions about the effect a certain brunette may have on his cousin and wanted to hear her opinions on it. Mentioning nothing explicit, just hints, he knew that he had carried enough suggestion off in his account to make his mother extra inquisitive on the morrow.

Little did he know that Eleanor had already begun to question William's attachment to the young miss after observing him at the opera a few nights previous. With her son's suspicions so aligned with her own she looked forward to her tea with Miss Bennet even more. From her brief talk with her she seemed an intelligent girl and the Gardiner's were good people. She had never heard of the Bennet's so they must not move in the same circle's as she, but that was of little importance, so long as she was a gentleman's daughter and her reputation and that of her immediate family was intact she could see little objection to the match. Of course she was getting ahead of herself, she knew nothing solid on the feelings of either of the individuals involved and without observing them both separately and together she would not know. Finishing the rest of her tea she rose from the sofa and made her way to her bureau to respond to some of her correspondence.

The next morning soon arrived and it saw Mrs Gardiner and Elizabeth entering the grand Matlock House. Both women were unused to such grandeur but both being of a character not to be intimidated they easily bore the change of surroundings admirably as they were introduced into the parlour where Georgiana and Lady Matlock were waiting for them. The ladies rose in welcome.

"Good Morning Mrs Gardiner, Miss Bennet, I hope I find you both well this morning."

"Good morning your ladyship, Georgiana, we are both well I thank you."

"Please, take a seat."

As the ladies sat Eleanor rang the bell for tea. Being most experienced in holding tea mornings, the conversation flowed freely between the occupants comprising of trivial nothings, normal during the formation of new friendships. As they all became more familiar with each other Lady Matlock began her inquisition whilst there was a lull in the conversation.

"Miss Bennet, how are you enjoying your stay in London?"

"Very well maam, I always enjoy visiting my Aunt and Uncle," throwing a quick smile at Georgiana she continued, "and of course during this visit I have had the pleasure of making new friends."

"Ah yes Georgiana and my nephew have only had good things to say about you Miss Bennet." This was a slight stretch of truth, Darcy had never really said anything direct about Elizabeth to her but from what Eleanor had heard he was not unaffected. She was satisfied to observe a slight blush adorn the young woman's cheeks as she made this pronouncement.

"They give me too much credit your ladyship, but I have exceedingly enjoyed my time with Georgiana."

Eleanor noticed she did not mention anything regarding William but let it pass unmentioned for the time being.

"How long are you to stay in London for, the rest of the season?"

"I am to return to Hertfordshire in a fortnight."

Here Georgiana looked alarmed as the usually docile girl exclaimed,

"A fortnight Lizzy?! That is so soon! Can you not stay until the end of the season?"

"I am afraid I cannot. My sister Jane has written to me asking for me to return home when I am able. She is never one to ask for anything unless she has to and coupled with my father's plea for my return home I am afraid I can not be so selfish as to not go. I miss them, it has been a great while since Jane and I have been separated for so long."

Georgiana looked forlorn as she nodded her acceptance; she dearly missed William when he went away and so she could not begrudge her new friend wanting to be reunited with her own sibling. It was not as if they were related so she could force her to stay.

Lady Matlock observed the turn of countenance on her young niece and attempted to soothe her.

"Dear Georgie, Miss Bennet has not departed yet, she still has two weeks before she leaves, I am sure you shall see her before she returns home."

She sighed and Elizabeth leant over to pat her hand in an affectionate gesture.

"Do not worry Georgie we have two dinners planned and I am sure we shall go for many walks in the interim."

"And can I write to you when you do leave?"

"Of course! You cannot escape my acquaintance now Georgie even if you wanted to!"

Georgiana beamed at her friend, safe in the knowledge that she would not loose contact. The older women shared a fond smile at the budding friendship, both glad that their young charges had formed a genuine bond.

The rest of the morning passed quickly and amiably amongst the small party and it was with regret that they parted ways. Maddie and Eleanor had talked over ideas for a charity they both supported and would be in contact on ways to set them in motion whilst Lizzy and Georgie made plans for the following morning to walk around Hyde Park.

"Thank you Mrs Gardiner, Miss Bennet for providing Georgie and I with a most invigorating morning, it has been quite some time since we have been blessed with two intelligent companions in one meeting! I am sure we shall see each other again."

"Your Ladyship, I am sure I can say for Elizabeth as well that we thoroughly enjoyed our conversation, Georgiana we shall see you and your brother tonight."

"Goodbye Maddie, Lizzy. My brother and I shall see you this evening."

"Goodbye Lady Matlock, until tonight Georgie."

As the clattering of the carriage faded into the distance Georgiana turned towards her Aunt with an expectant look upon her face.

"Well Aunt, how do you like Madeline and Elizabeth? They are wonderful are they not?"

"I approve of them Georgie, they both seem to be intelligent, kind women and I am sure that you shall benefit greatly from the acquaintance."

"I am so glad you like them, I think it would be hard not to, although William did not like Lizzy at the start of their acquaintance but luckily that misunderstanding was sorted out."

Eleanor's interested was peaked at this slip of information.

"What misunderstanding dear?"

"Pardon Aunt?"

"You said that William did not like Miss Bennet when they first met, I am just curious as to why that is?"

Here Georgiana paused; she did not feel comfortable divulging secrets that were not her own, she had already told William of Lizzy's past, she did not want to tell another person as well, even if it was her Aunt. Sensing Georgiana's hesitation Eleanor quickly amended her previous question.

"It is of no matter dear if it is of a sensitive topic. You need not worry about breaking anyone's trust; I shall not press you for the answer."

"Thank you Aunt, Lizzy did nothing wrong, it was just William over-reacting. You know how protective he can get, I cannot give you more information without betraying Lizzy's trust and that is something I do not want to do.

"Of course, I would expect nothing less of you Georgie. Now we had best get you back to Darcy House, I am sure William is wondering where you are as it is mid afternoon already and you have an engagement this evening as I recall."

Once again Eleanor found herself sitting alone in the parlour thinking about the morning events. Her curiosity was lit regarding William and Miss Bennet's introduction, perhaps she would write her youngest and invite him for lunch again. She knew that he was William's confidant in most matters and as Richard approached her first with his suspicions he should not mind explaining what he knew of the history between the young woman and her nephew. She had a feeling that Miss Elizabeth Bennet would become an important part to more than just one Darcy in the future and she heartily approved. She seemed the sort of girl that would compliment William, where he was quiet and brooding she was spirited and open, both were intelligent and the obvious affection that she had for Georgiana recommended her even further. She just needed to learn a little bit more about her and her family and of course see William and Elizabeth together to see how they interacted, but Eleanor always had a good sense of these things and she was certain that Elizabeth was meant to be a permanent fixture one way or another in the Darcy's life.

Chapter Twenty

Posted on: 2011-10-22

"Cassandra.." the name whispered in the most tender of voice's brought yet more tears to her mahogany eyes. She could feel his uneven breaths fan across her skin as he moved closer. Eyes gently closing, she waited for the soft touch of his lips to finally meet her own, but it never came. Instead she felt a quick in take of air as he moved away from her.

"Edmund…I am sorry I do not-" a red blush suffused across her cheeks as the rejection swept through her.

"No Cassandra, please, do not apologise, you have done nothing wrong. It was me, it was completely and utterly inappropriate."

Trying to keep hold of the tears that threatened to escape, she tried to reassure the dear, dear man in front of her.

"Edmund we are both to blame, our emotions are not to be trusted at this time. Please, let us forget what never even happened."

He let out a tired sigh and dragged his hand through his thoroughly tousled hair, the stress of the past day was taking its toll on him causing his normal barriers to crumble before the exquisite creature in front of him.

"You are right, of course. Today has been…difficult. We both knew his time was coming to an end, but I never…I do not think I actually thought it would happen. I..."

He broke up frustrated that he could not articulate the feelings that were coursing through his body. His father had died that morning. His health had taken a rapid decline the past few days and he knew that his end was near. The last few hours had been an emotional haze, but the constant presence of Cassandra was something he grasped onto.

He stared off into space not even realising that tears had started to leak from his eyes until he felt delicate fingers wipe them away. Focusing his gaze on the woman he had gotten to know over the past months Edmund managed, just for a few moments, to forget everything around him. This time neither of them thought about the consequences of their actions, their lips met and nothing else mattered. All the pain, anger, sorrow and passion that the couple had tried to suppress was poured into their kiss. Propriety was ignored and sense was powerless to stop them.

A jolt in the carriage brought Edmund Blake out of his memories. Watching the countryside fly by he gave up trying to find some rest. For many months sleep had been hard to come by, and whenever he had finally managed to succumb to it, it was only to be plagued by memories of her. Not all were unhappy memories, but the end result would be the same. He would wake up and realise that she was with him no more and the pain would be nearly unbearable.

He had left town early that morning to visit Morecroft in Sussex. He did not particularly want to endure his presence but he needed to be sure that he had kept to his promise and was safely away from London and Miss Bennet. He would not let another innocent woman suffer when he could have prevented it. Turning his thoughts over to Miss Bennet, he could not but notice the similarities she had with Cassandra; both fiery, independent, clever women he always ached with longing in the presence of Miss Elizabeth, sharing so many attributes, physically as well as intellectually but not being quite who he wanted it to be.

The guilt ripped through him at his hypocrisy, why was he going through the trouble of protecting her? After all, his friendship with Gardiner could not, would not last. Not after he found out what had happened. How had his life turned into such a nightmare? He should have stayed on the continent. He was content there, absorbing the different cultures, seeing the wondrous sights, no responsibility, no pain, no complications. At that moment he could have been in Florence, strolling along by the river Arno, not a care in the world, free to indulge in whatever floated into his mind. Scowling at the non-descript scenery before him he chided himself for wishing what could not be and settled back into the cushioned seat for the remainder of his journey.

Meanwhile thirty miles away, Morecroft was in a foul mood. He had sent directives to open the house that he had purchased in the area when his father was admitted into Ticehurst. He hated this place, but it also served him as a reminder as to why he allowed himself to be bossed around by a man such as Blake.

Soon this will be over and I can cut him out of my life.

His thoughts drifted to Elizabeth, and his anger welled up even more.

How dare she keep refusing me?! The ungrateful chit. When all the tempers have cooled I shall go back to London and claim my prize. I am sure once Gardiner has fallen she will be begging me to take her. Though once their family's reputation is sullied I do not think marriage would be the most prudent option. Perhaps I shall just take her as my mistress; it is not as though she would be able to get another offer after we have finished with them. I am sure her struggles against me would just make it more exciting…

As his thoughts took a darker turn his mood lightened significantly, he even deigned to not scowl at any members of staff who he passed on his way through the recently aired rooms. He stopped when he entered the green parlour, his eyes fixed on the portrait hanging above the fireplace and his heart dropped.

The portrait had been taken only a year before her death. She looked so happy, radiant and regal. She was magnificent. Cassandra was the one person who he could always rely on. She might not have liked him all the time, but he never did any wrong by her, and she loved him. This he knew. She was there when no one else was and if it was not for that blasted Edmund Blake she would still be with him. He knew he had a share of the blame for her death, but, if she had not entered into a relationship with that man he would not have done what he did.

He would have been critical of any man that his sister had decided to give her heart to, she deserved so much, but for Blake to just come into her life and take her, was unacceptable. She was a Morecroft and that demanded respect, a respect that he failed to deliver and she was the one who paid the price. Flashes of that night sprang to the front of his mind. The dull, dead eyes of his angelic sister was a sight he frequently remembered, he wished he could erase the past year but he could not. Instead he poured himself a more than generous glass of whisky and sat heavily in the chair under the portrait. He could no longer look at it without being consumed by something he was close to identifying as guilt and that was unacceptable. Emptying the glass he quickly filled it to the top once more waiting for the drunken daze to overtake him.

It was just turning dark as the carriage pulled up at the Morecroft residence. Blake was in an ill-humour and hoped that Morecroft was not in one of his drunken or drugged phases. Waiting to be let into the house he glanced around at the surroundings, it had hardly changed since he had last visited it, though the company that awaited him then was much preferable to the one he could hear shouting from somewhere in the depths of the house.

Entering the building he nodded to the housekeeper and proceeded to follow the sounds of the master into the parlour. Seeing that James was indeed intoxicated beyond reason he decided not to anger him further by making his presence known. Instead he climbed upstairs to the guest bedroom and shut the door. It would be a long week indeed.

Chapter Twenty-One

Posted on: 2011-11-12

The last two weeks of Lizzy's stay appeared to pass in no time at all. The two dinners that had taken place between the Darcy's, Gardiners and Miss Bennet were pleasant affairs. The food was excellent, conversation stimulating and a good time was had by all. At least on the surface it appeared so. Elizabeth was yet again confused by the brooding gentleman from Derbyshire. He had turned into the withdrawn and stoic man that she first encountered. She compared him to other gentlemen of her acquaintance. Colonel Fitzwilliam was a jovial fellow always at ease and was guaranteed to lighten the atmosphere, Mr Hughes, the Fitzwilliam's house guest, was another amiable man. She greatly enjoyed his company when he had sometimes joined her and Georgiana on their regular morning walks around Hyde Park where he spent their time enlightening them further on the sights he had seen on his Grand Tour.

It was such a contrast to the quiet intensity that emanated from Mr Darcy, he was always polite and spoke in general to the party but he no longer had any one to one conversations with her. Ever since that morning in her Aunt's parlour when he had enquired after her health he had been withdrawn, and she was disturbed by how much this unsettled her. She barely even knew him, after all she had only had a few conversations and meetings so she could not justify why her heart pulled when he would talk to her Aunt and Uncle with ease and yet would never venture to continue a conversation with her.

Perhaps it was Georgiana's constant glowing accounts of him that made her long to know more about the complex man. She knew herself to be of a curious nature and the puzzle that was Mr Darcy was a tempting character for study, his apparent avoidance of letting her decipher him was surely what was bothering her…

The last two weeks of Miss Elizabeth's stay was sweet torture for Darcy. It was hard to be in her presence and not want to devote his entire attention to her. She was simply fascinating, whether he heard it first hand or a recitation from Georgiana after one of their many walks, her views and intelligence drew him in, as the days went by Darcy was having trouble reconciling his heart with his mind. There were so many ways in which Elizabeth, how he savoured the name, would be a perfect wife for him. She was caring, beautiful and genuine, not to mention the flourishing friendship with his sister, the one person he cherished above all else, to have her love was a must for when he eventually married. Yet he could not forget that he did not really know her, what of her family? What were they like? She was not of the highest circles, that was a given, but she was a gentleman's daughter; however she did have relations in trade, which was unfortunate even if they were very amiable.

Years of family honour and pride, drilled into him from a young age was hard to ignore. He was taught to marry for love, but he was also told to give great consideration to wealth and connections, Elizabeth Bennet was testing his adherence to his parents' wishes and he did not know what to do. What was best for him, for Georgiana, for the family? It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the wishes of his heart; he could no longer deny it. He was attracted, infatuated, longing to spend hours with her, but he could not let her know that she had captured his heart. So he set his expression firmly in polite interest whenever she was near, he would not give her hope if he was not yet sure whether he was willing to act upon his desires.

He was torn when he found out that she was to leave Town, he did not have enough time to come to a decision. Darcy would deliberate on any matter of importance until he had fully exhausted all possible consequences and outcomes, but when he had come to a decision he would act swiftly and directly. He was still in the analytical stage of deciphering his intentions towards Elizabeth and this was the last time he was guaranteed to see her. A ball was being hosted by the Fitzwilliams' as was their custom at this time of year, and then she would leave the next morning. Georgiana, who was too young to attend the ball had visited the Gardiners that afternoon to say her farewell, Darcy was at a loss when she returned subdued and close to tears at losing the closest friend she had ever had.

"I know that she must go William, she has not seen her family in weeks and she is very close with her eldest sister, but…" she sniffed and wiped the treacherous tears that were threatening to spill, Darcy gently pulled her close, his heart aching that his sister was upset and there was nothing he could do to help. He stroked her hair as she nestled against him, quiet sobs emitting from her fragile body.

"But you will miss her all the same, I know dearest. She has promised to write though has she not? Surely her letters will bring some comfort to you?"

A slight nod of the head was the only response he got. At a loss on what to do he pulled away slightly and bent down so he was eye level with her, a playful smirk dancing across his features.

"I know as your older, serious and boring brother I cannot begin to compare my company alone with that of Miss Bennet, but, I am sure coupled with a fresh batch of Mrs Lowes delicious pastries, a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and tales of mine and Richard's escapades as children your unhappiness might be lifted somewhat?" he teased with a raised eyebrow. He knew that Georgie would be upset so he had asked for a batch of his sister's favourite delicacies to be made and ensured that there were ingredients for hot chocolate within the house. She also always enjoyed hearing of the trouble that he and Richard had got themselves into as youths. Seeing that his sister's eyes had lit up with the mention of her favourite foods and promises of his childhood tales he chuckled and straightened up, bringing her close to his side as they made their way to the kitchens. They were nearly at the entrance when Georgie stopped and looked up at him with a soft and loving expression.

"Thank you William" he smiled in response and kissed the top of her head as he led her towards the delicious smells within.

Darcy descended from his carriage and made his way into his Aunt and Uncle's house. Usually he did not feel much excitement when attending these balls but tonight he was even more anxious. Tonight would be the last time he would see Elizabeth for an undefined amount of time. He was still at a loss at what he should do and was tempted to not turn up at all, but he knew he could not avoid it. His Aunt and Uncle would not permit his absence and his own longing to see Elizabeth one last time before she left was too strong to ignore. He subtly glanced around the room, not bothering to deny to himself that he was in search of her. He thought he heard her bell like laughter over to his right and was about to venture that way when his arm was caught in a vice like grip. He instantly stiffened and mentally groaned. There was only one woman who had the audacity to do such a thing. With a resigned attitude he turned to face his best friend's sister. Before he could even bow or try to disentangle himself she tightened her grip and began her usual false and unwanted attentions.

"Oh Mr Darcy! How are you? Georgiana? It has been such a long time since we have seen each other has it not?"

Darcy gathering as much patience as possible merely bowed his head.

"Miss Bingley, Georgiana and I are well thank you." Hoping that that would be enough to placate her for now he tried unsuccessfully to disengage from her grip. Luckily for him Richard had spotted his current situation and was making his way over.

"Darce! Glad you could make it! I believe Mother and Father are looking for you. Miss Bingley, I am sure you do not mind losing my cousin's stimulating company for now?" he asked with a cheeky grin that did nothing to sweeten the sour expression on her face. The colonel always ran interference whenever she tried to deepen her acquaintance with Mr Darcy. With a forced smile she almost graciously unfurled her fingers from Darcy's grip and went to find her sister in the crowd. With a sigh of relief Darcy turned to his cousin and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Thank you Richard, once again you have succeeded in rescuing me from the clutches of Caroline."

Richard laughed and patted him on the back as they moved through the crowd to the hosts.

"Not a problem Darce, as much as it is entertaining for the rest of us to watch, I would not inflict her ministrations on you for any longer than necessary."

Grumbling Darcy almost petulantly huffed.

"It constantly annoys me how she manages to gain invitations to events where she would not normally be invited. If she was not Charles's sister she would not have been admitted! He is not even in attendance tonight! He has gone to his new home in Herefordshire I think it was."

Richard chuckled at his cousin's ire and sneaked a mischievous glance at him.

"Well dear cousin, I am sure that there is one lady here that you would not mind if she were to attach herself to you."

Feigning ignorance Darcy shrugged nonchalantly.

"I do not know who you could mean Richard, Georgiana is too young for such a ball as you well know."

"I was not speaking of Georgiana Darce."

"Your mother, as delightful as she is, is not someone I would like to spend the entire evening with, she has a tendency to match-make and you know how much I abhor the activity, I am at a loss as to who you would be speaking of."

Grinning at his cousin's avoidance of the subject he lowered his voice so only Darcy could hear.

"I was speaking of one Miss Elizabeth Bennet, she looks simply ravishing this evening." Richard was delighted with the results of his remark. Darcy's eyes widened, his cheeks reddened and he swerved his head as though Elizabeth would magically appear near him. Laughing Richard once again clapped his cousin's back sporting a triumphant grin.

"I knew it Darce! Simply knew it! Nothing can escape these eyes cousin, nothing. Look at your face! Oh you have it bad do you not Darce?"

Seeing the pained expression that now adorned his face the Colonel turned serious.

"What is the matter Darce?"

"Do not speak of what you know nothing about Richard, please."

"I do not understand? Miss Bennet is a delightful creature, why should you not be taken with her?"

Darcy sighed, this was neither the time nor place to go into such intimate details, one could never know who could hear their conversation.

"Richard, please, we can talk of this later. Now is not the time." The colonel nodded in understanding, worried about the grim countenance that fell over his cousin's face before he rearranged it as they neared his parents.

"Mother, Father, look who I found lost in the masses?"

The Earl and Lady Matlock looked fondly at their son and nephew and the four entered into easy conversation. Lady Matlock and her son were both quietly diverted by Darcy's not so subtle glances around the room, they both had a more than fair idea of who he was searching for. Unfortunately Lady Eleanor did not know that Miss Bennet was of such a sore point for Darcy and the conversation soon turned to their new acquaintance as she spotted her dancing with Mr Avery, a pleasant young gentleman and quite eligible. Using the opportunity to see what her nephew's feelings were regarding the young woman she casually drew the conversation around Miss Bennet.

Keeping a close eye on Darcy's expression she casually observed her pleasure in making the acquaintance of Miss Bennet, and that the wonders she had done to Georgiana were simply wonderful. Something like hope was kindled in Darcy, his Aunt approved of Miss Bennet? Was her appreciation of Elizabeth strong enough for her to embrace her within the family? He mentally shook his head, he was reading far too much into the innocent comment. He still knew nothing of her immediate family or the situation she was in. He would not allow himself to indulge in such fancies when everything about her was still so unknown. Eleanor saw the glimmer of happiness spread across Darcy's features before they closed off once more. She could hazard a guess why William was so reticent in following his affection, after all she had at one point believed in the importance of wealth and connections above all else as well. Perhaps a little talk with him was needed at some point in the near future.

Meanwhile Darcy bowed to his relations and went in search for Miss Bennet, he had to speak to her, now that that tiny spark of hope had been ignited he wanted to be near her, talk to her before she left London, left him. He was near the dancing when he finally spotted her. She was…breathtaking. Her gown was a sensuous emerald that perfectly fitted her, her smile was radiant and her eyes, how they shone with laughter! He was flooded with equal parts admiration and jealousy, how he wanted to be the one to be so near.

Almost as though she knew she was being thought about Elizabeth's eyes glanced to her right and she caught herself staring at him. He looked so handsome, perfectly attired and his gaze, so unwavering so full of something, she felt her breath speed up. What was he doing to her? Never in her life had she been so affected and by a gaze alone! As the dance required her to break eye contact with Mr Darcy she felt bereft of his stare. Shaking her head she chided herself for being so foolish, he had made it perfectly clear he wanted nothing more than a casual acquaintance with her, she was his sister's friend and that was all. She would enjoy her dance with Mr Avery and the other gentlemen who had asked for a set and clear her mind of all thoughts regarding Mr Darcy.

As the night wore on Darcy was growing more and more irritated, every time that he would venture near Miss Bennet, she would be claimed for the next set and another chance at conversing with her was lost. It was now nearing the final set when he noticed that for once she was by herself. He deftly made his way over to her, determined to not make a fool out of himself.

"Miss Bennet." He formally bowed and watched as a blush suffused her cheeks as she curtsied in response. Perhaps he was not the only one affected?

"Mr Darcy." They both stood, unsure of how to proceed. She eventually broke the tense silence. "I hope you are enjoying the ball? It is beautiful is it not?"

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief that she had initiated some conversation.

"Indeed Miss Bennet, although as you know I am not fond of crowded spaces I find that I am not at all displeased with being here tonight" At least not anymore.

"I am glad to hear it Mr Darcy, it would be a terrible shame if you did not derive at least some pleasure from being here. "

"I assure you it is always a pleasure speaking with you Miss Bennet" this sudden complement after avoiding doing such an activity for the past two weeks confused Elizabeth greatly, but she found that she was happy that he decided to open up once more. Remembering his love of Byron from their encounter in the bookstore they launched into a discussion of the book. They both thoroughly enjoyed the intelligent remarks of the other and when Darcy noticed that the last dance was about to be played he prayed that Miss Elizabeth was not already promised for the set.

"Miss Elizabeth" here Darcy paused as he took note of the brilliance of her brown eyes gaze back at him. He cleared his throat. "Miss Elizabeth, you are leaving us tomorrow and I hope that before you go I could claim a dance with you?"

An array of emotions that he could not fully make out crossed her features.

"Mr Darcy, thank you for asking but I am afraid that I am already engaged for the last set." She looked down at her feet before bringing her determined gaze up to his face; this gave him time to adjust the disappointed and pained expression that her answer caused him into a neutral one. " Sir, before we part ways, I just want you to know that… that I am thankful for making Georgiana's acquaintance, and that you and your sister have been so kind to my Aunt, Uncle and I just wanted to express my pleasure in making new friends."
Both Lizzy and Darcy were shocked at her bold statement, Darcy's intense gaze was almost too much for Lizzy to handle as she blushed in mortification at what she had said. Seeing her discomfort he wished to alleviate it. He knew now that he was too far gone and in a gentle tone he coaxed her to look up at him once more.

"Miss Elizabeth-"

"Ah! Miss Bennet! There you are, I was looking for you to claim our dance!"

Darcy and Elizabeth both stepped back from one another not realizing that they had moved closer to each other during their conversation. Darcy made sure to clear his annoyance from his face as he turned to the intruder. It was Mr Hughes, his Aunt and Uncle's houseguest. He boldly walked up to Elizabeth took her hand in greeting and placed a quick kiss on it before he bowed to Darcy. Darcy felt a sharp pain where his heart lay, he had never considered this. Never considered that her heart was touched by another, he had acted too slow, he saw the blush that adorned her face as Hughes kissed her hand. Was he too late? Still recoiling from this new revelation Darcy tried to appear neutral as he nodded to Hughes before addressing Elizabeth once more.

"Miss Bennet, I shall keep you no longer from your dance, I hope that you have a safe journey home." With one more gaze and a nod of his head he retreated from the couple before she had a chance to reply. In no mood to see Hughes and Elizabeth dance together he made his way over to his Aunt and Uncle to say his farewells before departing for home.

Lizzy on the other hand was in a very solid state of confusion, but she was not allowed to dwell on her strange interactions with Mr Darcy as Mr Hughes led her to the dance floor and engaged her in conversation straight away. She began to grow worried at the attentions that Mr Hughes paid to her; she did not want him to gather the wrong impression, that she wanted anything more than friendship with him. What bothered her more was that Mr Darcy obviously thought there was a deeper understanding between her and Mr Hughes then actually existed and why she cared if he thought that there was?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Posted on: 2011-12-01

Darcy alighted from his carriage, and thanked the footman who took his outdoor wear. Even though he was still polite, his staff could sense that Darcy was in a terrible mood and they hoped that nothing dreadful had befallen their young master. Checking his watch and realising that Georgiana would be asleep he sighed in relief and stalked to his study; he was in no mood to recount the events of the evening to his eager sister.

Pouring a glass of whisky he made his way over to the far side of the room, stared at the fire that had been lit prior to his arrival and took a sip savouring the burn of the alcohol as it slipped down his throat. After a few moments he brought his fist down on the mantelpiece.

"Damn!"

Why had he been such a fool? For his actions tonight had shown him as exactly that. He had let his pride and uncertainty ruin his chances at speaking to Elizabeth for most of the evening and then his jealousy had stolen any final moments with her. It was too late to venture back, not that his pride would allow him to, and he was pained at not knowing when he would see her again.

Another glass was poured as he settled in his favourite armchair and set the decanter on the side contemplating the misery of his own making. It seemed too late he had come to a decision regarding Elizabeth and his chance at happiness had slipped through his grasp. He did not even know where in Hertfordshire her father's estate lay, and he knew no one from that county upon which he could discover a reason to venture there. Finishing his second glass he swiftly poured a third before a thought flittered through his mind.

Georgiana! His sister would be keeping in contact with Miss Bennet, he smiled, at least he was guaranteed to not lose all connection to her.

He grimaced at his inner thoughts, how pathetic; I am reliant on my sixteen year old sister for information regarding the only woman who has ever touched my heart. Darcy threw back another glass wallowing in the fact that it was through no-ones fault but his own that he had ended up in such a predicament. He cast his mind back to the evening and the disaster it had been. Jealousy flared once more within him as he recounted the interactions and obvious familiarity between Elizabeth and Mr Hughes.

Was he being irrational? What rights did he have regarding her? None. She was free to bestow her attentions on whomever she chose. He had no claim on Elizabeth, he had made sure of that from nearly the beginning of their acquaintance, but…but still he almost desperately hoped that her opinion of him was something favourable, that she saw him as not just her friend's brother.

At times when in her presence he felt such a connection that he refused to believe it was just one sided. He sighed as he thought about his previous interactions with her. He could not say that he did anything overtly leading in the past few weeks. Why would she think of him as anything more?

Taking yet another measure of drink he attempted to rally himself. Why would she not think of him as a potential suitor? He was rich, connected and not an unfortunate looking man, what basis could she reject him? He sighed and visibly deflated as he realised that these attributes would not hold much sway with Elizabeth. It was one of the things that affected him most, her genuineness and lack of artifice. She would, he thought, value a good man with intelligence and an open countenance, and though he knew he was well read, for he came top of his class at University, and that he was essentially a good man he did not let many see this side of him. He would never be free and easy like his cousin Richard or the amiable Mr Hughes and this gave him no little pain. In his drunken mind Darcy allowed himself to feel more and more self-deprecation until he fell into a deep slumber in his armchair by the fire.

As the morning light filtered through into the study, the master of Darcy House was fast asleep, well, he was until the door was unceremoniously opened, banging into the wall causing him to abruptly awaken.

Richard surveyed his surroundings, taking note of the evening wear Darcy still wore and the near empty decanter next to him - it was just as he feared. He had seen the stormy expression that adorned his cousin's face as he left the ball early the previous night. He also saw Mr Hughes interrupt the tête-à-tête between Darcy and Miss Bennet and could easily surmise the cause for such distress from his usually unflappable cousin. It was a wonder to see his usually austere cousin affected so by a country Miss, but it could not longer be denied. He talked with his mother that morning regarding his suspicions that would account for Darcy's dour humour the previous evening, she agreed with her youngest son and sent him to fetch her nephew to her at once. It was time they had a little chat about what their family expectations actually were. Seeing that his cousin had deigned to open his bleary eyes he jovially sauntered up to the slumped figure and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Ah Darce, I had a feeling I would find you thus. Get up, get washed, get shaved and dress into something resembling respectability. You have an appointment with my mother in one hour."

Meanwhile, in Gracechurch Street, Lizzy lay in bed also contemplating the night's events after a less than peaceful sleep. Whilst enjoying her first proper London ball and the many dances and conversations she pursued she could not get the disappointed then bland expression that was presented by Mr Darcy's face out of her mind. What did it mean? More importantly why did she care? Shaking her head she put these thoughts aside as she heard the stirrings of the house beginning to start the day.

Making her way downstairs for the final time with her bonnet in hand she swooped down to her little cousins and engulfed them in a hug.

"Oh I will miss you little ones!"

The two children clung to their favourite cousin not wanting her to leave but they eventually disentangled themselves when their mother and father both entreated them to.

Edward was next to say farewell to his niece gently pulling her into an embrace and giving her a fatherly peck on the forehead.

"I wish you a safe trip my dear, it has been wonderful having you stay with us. Know you are welcome any time."

Tears began to well in Lizzy's eyes as she looked into the kind face of her Uncle.

"Thank you, your home has been a haven when I most needed it. And you must know how much I enjoy spending time with you and your family."

Edward smiled sadly, obviously remembering Lizzy's encounter with Lord Morecroft where he had not protected her. Sensing her husband's thoughts Maddie came to Elizabeth next and wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Oh Lizzy, we have enjoyed having you here just as much. Now do not forget to write when you arrive home, I want to be kept up to date with your happenings. We shall see you in two months over the Christmas season when we visit you at Longbourn. I hope you manage to have a quieter time than you have had recently."

Lizzy laughed and wiped the stray tears that had escaped.

"I doubt Longbourn could ever be described as quiet Aunt, as you well know! Lydia and Mama make sure of that! But I understand your meaning. Knowing that he is out our lives I hope to regain the tranquillity I used to have- well what tranquillity I could get from my ramblings to Oakham Mount or in my father's book room."

The final piece of luggage had been packed and the Gardiner family were now stood outside as Edward helped Lizzy into the carriage that her father had managed to free for Lizzy to get back home. With a final wave goodbye the carriage rolled from the front of their house and round a corner.

The journey from London to Hertfordshire was one she had taken several times and she usually enjoyed looking at her surroundings however Lizzy soon found herself drifting into sleep for the majority of the trip as she had hardly any rest the night before. After a particularly deep rut in the road Lizzy awakened to find the familiar landscapes emerging causing her countenance to grow more cheerful. She had missed her home, and now that Lord Morecroft was ensconced far away she was free once more to ramble about to her heart's content.

As the carriage rumbled to a stop outside Longbourn she saw her family assembling out in front of the house. It had just about stopped when she flew out of the confines and straight into the arms of Jane.
"Oh Jane how I have missed you!"

Jane's usual demure and serene countenance was unusually bright as she was reunited with her best friend and sister.

"Lizzy! I am so glad that you are home."

Not much more was able to pass between the two as the rest of the Bennet sisters decided to encroach on their hug. Kitty was merrily chatting away asking about what Lizzy had been doing for the past few weeks, Lydia was excited to see what presents she had brought back and even Mary had a smile on her face as she greeted her sister back into their lives.

Next was Mrs Bennet's turn to greet her daughter, the excitement of her return seemed to have temporarily made her forget that she was upset at her second eldest daughter and she began prattling away about the latest gossip of Meryton, eager to share her news with a new listener. Smiling sweetly at her Mama she then backed away and turned to find her father. He was standing slightly to the side observing with a slight smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Lizzy rushed over to him and in a rare display of affection he gently hugged his favourite and kissed her on the cheek.

"Welcome home my Lizzy."
"Papa, it is good to see you."

She beamed as she once more embraced her father but their reunion was cut short by a nasally voice that as she turned around she saw was connected to a man she had not noticed due to the flurry of sisters and parents that she had been encased in.

"Welcome home cousin Elizabeth, I have heard much about you."

Fully turning to face the man Lizzy set about measuring him at once. He was a smaller than average man, dressed in black and seemed to be sweating profusely. It was impossible to describe him as attractive, or even just plain. Noticing her perusal of his person he must have taken it as some kind of encouragement for him to continue his greeting as he launched into a monologue describing and expounding on the virtues of travel, and the need for a comfortable carriage, and something about his patroness making sure the springs on her carriage were always in top working order. Lizzy meanwhile did not know whether to be amused or horrified at the man she assumed was Mr Collins, as he had not taken a breath to introduce himself yet. Finally, he too seemed to have realised this and stopped his rambling and bowed very low.

"My dear cousin Elizabeth, I am Mr Collins. No doubt you have heard of me? I am most gratified to make your acquaintance. You are just as lovely as your other sisters; you almost resemble my noble patroness's daughter Miss Anne De Bourgh. She is a most spectacular creature indeed. She is most accomplished, the brightest jewel in all of Kent, nay the kingdom!"

Lizzy stood amazed at the man before her, she chanced a glance towards her father who was trying to keep his laughter in, but she recognised the mirth bouncing in his eyes as he looked back at her in expectation of her reaction. Gathering her wits she grinned and curtsied.

"Mr Collins. Pleasure to make you acquaintance, you have exceeded my expectations already Sir."

Lizzy felt that she could say little else without bursting into a fit of giggles and wisely stayed silent as she was ushered into the house. The ridiculous Mr Collins would be a most amusing distraction for her mind to observe whilst trying to keep her thoughts at bay regarding a particular gentleman whose expression had been playing in her mind for the majority of her journey home.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Posted on: 2012-01-02

Darcy sincerely regretted drinking most of the decanter the previous evening. Not only was his head hurting and even the slightest movement made him want to expel his insides, but he had to face his Aunt. An Aunt who he loved like a parent and would not usually hesitate to come to her summons but today he was under no misapprehension that Lady Eleanor would want to have a discussion that he was in no way prepared to have, especially in such a state.

"Is that really necessary Richard?" Darcy winced as his cousin rapped the teaspoon against the china cup. The clanging sounds reverberated around his fragile head.

"I am afraid so cousin. Your actions of late have given us no other choice! Come, come it will not be so bad, just hear what mother has to say. You never know it may do you some good."

Darcy just grumbled in response and poured another cup of coffee when another thought struck him.

"Where is my sister Richard? She would usually be down by now trying to pull every little last detail about the ball from me?"

"Oh, not to worry, I have seen little Georgie already. I gave her a brief run-down of the evening, but for some reason she was not satisfied with my account for I mentioned nothing of the dresses of the ladies and the various dancing partners and such. She tired of my company quickly and swept dramatically from the room to write to Miss Bennet for a more detailed account."

"Hmm I am not quite convinced that Georgiana was so abrupt with you cousin, but I shall take my leave of her before we go."

Richard did not know whether to feel pity or amusement at Darcy's hopeful expression when he mentioned that his sister was writing to Miss Elizabeth and wisely chose to say nothing as his cousin drained the rest of his coffee and left the table in search for Georgiana.

Entering the mistress's study Darcy found his sister scribbling away oblivious to the world around her.

"Good Morning Georgie."

With a gasp she abruptly looked up in surprise.

"Brother I did not hear you enter."

"Evidently, I do not think you would have realised if the Prince himself walked through the door, you were so engrossed in your correspondence." Darcy wanted to at least appear to be uninterested in the recipient of his sister's letter and refused to ask out right.

"You are quite right William. I am writing to Elizabeth as Richard gave such a poor account of the ball last evening and I know that you are even worse at describing such events! I thought I would ask Lizzy for her descriptions as she was also in attendance and is a much wittier story teller than either of you, despite your best efforts!"

Darcy was extraordinarily pleased at this lively retort and was glad that his sister's spirits were raising more and more everyday, and it was no doubt the influence of their new acquaintance.

"You wound your cousin and I Georgie! Sixteen years Richard and I have sought to entertain you and now you replace us within a few weeks of a new friend."
Georgie also delighted in her brother's playfulness, grinned and asked innocently.

"Are you feeling better? Richard said that you were feeling a little unwell this morning? I went into your study this earlier thinking you were up sorting your affairs already but I saw that was not the case."

Darcy grimaced at the observations of his sister. She was getting too quick for his liking, he blushed, slightly ashamed that she knew that he had been in his cups the previous evening but he was heartened to see that he saw no disapproval only amusement in his sister's face. At least she did not know why he was drinking keeping his feelings regarding her new friend safe from her for now.

"I am well thank you for your concern. I am just going over to our Aunt's for a short while; I shall be back by dinner" he paused slightly with indecision before he carried on, "please send Miss Elizabeth my regards, I shall see you this evening."

Georgiana, who was much more observant than her brother realised wisely said nothing about his last request and wished him a pleasant morning.

Entering the Matlock town house Darcy imagined he felt much like someone walking voluntarily into a French encampment and he questioned once again why he was allowing himself to walk into such dangerous territory. He had no more time to muse upon his imminent demise as Lady Eleanor descended upon them.

"Ah Richard, I see you have managed to pry Darcy away from his morning activities."

"Indeed, though with such an authoritative aura as my own I shall soon be promoted to general in no time, I am sure."

"Of course dear. Now, can you please go and bond with your father. I would like to speak to William alone for a little while."

"Dismissing your own son in favour of the nephew? For shame madam! I know when I am not wanted, I shall go to my other parent who will undoubtedly not flaunt his favouritism towards William in my face!"

Lady Eleanor smirked at her son and laughed merrily as he swept from the room, in much the same way he accused Georgiana of doing earlier that morning.

Now that they were alone Eleanor perched on her seat and delicately started to pour some tea whilst Darcy stood awkwardly to the side playing with his gloves nervously.

"Come, come now William, no need to be so afraid, I do not bite. Take a seat, there appears to be some things we need to discuss."

Such an opening did nothing to reassure Darcy, but reaffirming his pride he brought his shoulders back and stiffly sat down, accepting the offered tea with a slight inclination of the head and a quiet but strong murmur of appreciation.

As the seconds ticked by with nothing being said Darcy became more and more unsettled. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat whilst Lady Eleanor sat quietly watching him until she felt she could see him squirm no more and decided that he was discomforted enough to begin her purpose in calling him to Matlock House.

"So nephew, why do you think I have summoned you here today?"

Darcy, who had a very good idea why he had been brought to his Aunt, was refusing to be so easily led into confessing what was on his mind.

"I have not the faintest idea why you have brought me here today. I hope it is nothing too serious, though the matter must be of some importance for me to call the morning after your annual ball."

Eleanor hid her smile at her nephew's evasive attitude. His answer did not dissuade her; he was a Darcy after all. So she just raised her right eyebrow and smoothed her features into a stern demeanour, taking inspiration from Lady Catherine whose expression constantly looked as though someone had insulted her. Knowing her sister-in-law as she did Eleanor did not doubt that this was probably the actual case. Summoning her inner Catherine she carried on.

"Nephew, you must not think me so blind and unused to the world to not recognise when one of my dearest relations seems to have become infatuated."

Darcy imperceptibly gulped and tried to hide the panic that welled up. Even though disguise of every sort was abhorrent to him, the idea of letting out his innermost feelings to his Aunt was more so.

"I have not the pleasure in understanding you Madam."

"William. Please I have known you since you were born and you never lie. Do not start now. I shall get to the bottom of this do not think that I will not."

Seeing the determined glint in Eleanor's eyes Darcy wondered whether it would actually be beneficial having another opinion on his pitiful state regarding Miss Elizabeth. He knew his aunt well enough that she would not let the issue go despite his silent pleas not to dwell further. Before he had the opportunity to reply she carried on.

"I see that you are not going to oblige me William. Very well, I shall tell you my thoughts on your dour attitude of late. Miss Elizabeth Bennet. I believe that you have developed a tendre for her, and, as I know you so well I know that you would not enter such a situation lightly. Your obvious attentions are so marked that the issue can no longer stand unaddressed. Are you seriously thinking of aligning this country nobody to the Darcy family?"

Darcy bristled at the tone being used and wondered whether he was speaking to the wrong aunt.

"Aunt, I am not accustomed to being spoken to in such a way. Do I not even deserve the dignity to tell you of my own feelings rather than you guess what they are? Last time I checked I was head of the Darcy family, therefore I can act as I choose."

"Head of Darcy house you may be nephew, but you are part of the Fitzwilliam family and as such you have responsibilities and expectations that you must adhere to."

"Do not think I take the issue of the future Mrs Darcy as anything less than a most serious matter. I know my duty."

"Really nephew? I am not so sure. From my observations and what I have been told of the relationship between you and Miss Bennet I suspect you do not."

"Observations? Relationship between Miss Bennet and myself? You do not know what you are talking about Aunt there is no relationship, she is the friend of Georgiana. Country nobody she may be, but you must remember that you have also invited her into your house along with her relatives, just look at the improvement in Georgiana in such a short time. Miss Elizabeth does not deserve such censure. "

Seeing that she had struck the correct nerve Eleanor inwardly smiled.

" Do not take me for a fool William. I have seen the way you look at her. Last night at the ball you hardly averted your eyes the entire time you were here. When she went to dance with Stephen I thought I might have to send Richard over to calm you down. No nephew, I know the looks that were exchanged and I know you have feelings for her. What I want to know is whether you are going to do something about it and whether you are ready to face the consequences."

Knowing it was no longer necessary to hide the truth from his Aunt, Darcy sighed.

"Consequences? Do you think that I have thought of little else regarding Miss Bennet except for the repercussions of my actions if I were to pursue her?"

"Ah, so you mean what would happen if you were to align yourself to an unknown young woman, whose family we know next to nothing about apart from an Aunt and Uncle in trade and that she is not of our circle? She cannot draw, ride and does not seem to have a high dowry to compensate for her lack of connections, just what exactly would she bring to a union between the two of you?"

Darcy bristled at the slur against Elizabeth's character, but hearing that his own original reasoning for not taking action upon his feelings was being spoken back to him made him curtail the cutting response that was ready to escape.

"Madam. Though what you say is all truth, I believe Miss Bennet has qualities much more important than any of those seemed necessary by the ton. What do I need connections and money for? I have plenty of both. Edward Gardiner has a brilliant mind and is gentleman-like in all his actions. I am not ashamed to associate with him. Compassion, intelligence, liveliness as well as the chance of being married to a woman I respect is what I would want and get out of a marriage if I were to marry Miss Elizabeth. I am disappointed that you of all people, when I know how you feel towards the ton would say such things about an innocent woman."

"So you are determined now to pursue her?"

Darcy's tirade halted at this question. Was he? Was he willing to let another marry her instead without even trying? No. he would not let that happen.

"Yes. I am."

Eleanor finally let a smile escape as she rose from the sofa to join Darcy who had also risen when he was defending Miss Elizabeth.

"There now William. That was not so difficult was it? I knew you would get there eventually."

Darcy just looked on, perplexed. Eleanor hugged him and squeezed him a little tighter as he warily returned the gesture.

"Honestly William. I thought you would have figured out my motives a little earlier especially when I started to impersonate Catherine."

The cogs were turning in Darcy's mind until he realised what his Aunt was about and he released her slightly with a cautious smile.

"So you approve of Miss Bennet then? You do not think it is unwise to pursue her?"

"Have you deduced nothing from the conversation we just had?" seeing the vulnerable look that she had hardly even seen adorned on her nephew's face she softened her own expression.

"William. I think Miss Elizabeth a fine woman, very capable of being the future Mistress of Pemberley. For sure, she is not the typical choice for one of our circle but she has qualities that are far superior to what many women of our status do have. I would quite like her as my niece I think. I have no objections to the Gardiners, they are decent folk as you have already pointed out. I think a little more information of her immediate family might be needed however. From what we know of her already she will be subjected to many unhappy women for deigning to catch the Fitzwilliam Darcy so we best make sure that nothing unpleasant will arise to cast further derision on her entrance into society."

"We?"

"Yes we William. I will help you in your quest for Miss Bennet. From what little I have seen already you will need all the help you can get!"

"I cannot pretend that I am not surprised at this outcome, thank you Aunt."

Smiling fondly at the man in front of her she looked into the distance recalling a conversation she had many years ago with his mother.

"Your father and mother married for love William, and they wanted no less for you and Georgiana. I know that they would approve of your choice, as do your Uncle and I."

Their conversation was interrupted by Richard striding through the doors quickly taking in the sight and grinning.

"So where and when does the hunt for Miss Bennet begin Darce?"

"NO! I will not go along with this James. That is one step too far!" Blake glared at Morecroft who stood defiantly across from him.

"Why not? It is not as though you do not have blood on your hands already." He snapped back.

"That was an accident. If you are trying to play the blame game James you are equally at fault for her death. I loved Cassie, I would never have done anything to harm her."

"Do not speak her name! Do not dare speak to me about my sister! You knew her all of a few months before you seduced her, ruined her and killed her! She was a Morecroft! She had so much potential and through your selfless actions she is now buried not one mile from where we are. "

Edmund just stared at Morecroft, he did not have the heart to carry on this conversation once again. He knew James was partially correct and the guilt and grief was still overwhelming at times, even months after she was gone. He had loved Cassie, so, so much, they were going to get married, they were already secretly engaged and they were just waiting for the mourning period for his father to be over to announce their intentions. If he had acted more responsibly, not let his lust overtake his good sense he would not be in this hell of an existence and he would be happy, in love and would not be obligated to bring down the fortune of an innocent family.

"James, I know times are hard on you right now, but this is not the answer to your troubles. If you carry on down this path you will not be able to get back out. I was severely apprehensive about our previous plans but you gave me no other choice. However to comply to this...I do not think I can do it."

Morecroft sneered in contempt. "Edmund. You do not have a choice. Do you want to be ruined? Jailed? Despised by everyone you know?" seeing the wince on Blake's face he smirked. "I thought not. This is the new plan. You do not have to stay here and look over me as if I were a child. I will not go back to London for a while yet."

"I do not think I could stomach looking at you any longer Morecroft. I shall ride out as soon as I have packed my belongings. Do not bother to see me out. I shall contact you in a month or so."

An hour later Morecroft heard the trunks being transported out to the front and he sighed in relief. If Blake's co-operation was not needed he would be happy to never see his face again. Strolling through his home he found himself quite at ease being alone, as the stay was unexpected, there was hardly any staff and no-one would disturb him. London life was all well and good but women could be found anywhere and he had made sure to bring his opium so he was not without. After such a tense two days he could think of no better way to relax. Dismissing the remaining servants for the night to their quarters on the other side of the house he ascended up the stairs.

Settling into a chair in his bedchamber he set a candle on the side table and brought out the necessary equipment and lit up. The familiar haze soon started to take over and, relishing the feeling of being so relaxed he thought he would move to his bed. He groggily made his way over and collapsed onto the soft mattress not bothering to move the bed covers. In his intoxicated state he failed to notice that the candle was placed most precariously and that his awkward stumble across the room had knocked the table and tipped the candle over. The flames that had caught onto the bottom of the curtains were now rapidly spreading, edging closer to the prone figure sprawled across the bed, oblivious to the danger that surrounded him.