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For Jan Elise
In London
Thursday, December 5th, 1811
Darcy was sitting at the desk in his elegant library. He stopped his toil for a moment and rubbed his sore eyes - he had been working on Pemberley books with his steward, Mr. Reynolds, since the first rays of light. The administrator had just departed for Pemberley with further instructions concerning the arrangements for the arrival of the new Mrs. Darcy, since the first directions had already been sent by express last Monday. If everything was successful, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy should arrive at the estate on Saturday, the 14th of December.
The dark gentleman sighed and stood up, walking towards the fireplace to observe better the painting of his family estate, depicted on a sunny summer day, hanging over the mantelpiece. He would never stop admiring the old, but imposing stone building enfolding the lake with its shadow, as if it were an allegory of the manner its landlord protected the servants and the tenants who resided there.
Behind the familiar building, Darcy could see the woods - he closed his eyes and remembered the different tones of green of the leaves in Summer and the yellow shades into which they would change in Autumn, just before disappearing under the white cover of the cold days. He could even relive the way the wet earth smelt during the rain season. "I am sure she will come to love Pemberley as much as I do." Darcy murmured, his eyes still locked on the canvas, though his mind was making a sojourn from his beloved home to the house of his fiancée. A knock on the door took him out of his reverie.
"Come in."
"Excuse me, sir. Have you called me?"
"Yes, I have." Darcy returned to his armchair and seated. "I have something to ask you, Morrisey."
"Ask me, sir?" The valet looked surprised, but answered in a humble way, "Anything you need, sir."
"Well, I believe my betrothed, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, does not possess a chambermaid of her own, hence she will need one after our wedding. In general, as you are perfectly aware, looking for servants is Mrs. Reynolds's duty in Pemberley and Mrs. Hart's here in London." The valet nodded in agreement and his master proceeded, "I recollect you remarking something upon that maid, the one who told you about the rumours in Meryton..." Darcy coughed a little.
"Miss Helen Parker?" Morrisey lifted his eyebrow in wondering.
"I think so. I believe you told me that this maid had already served the Bennets."
"You are right, sir." The valet was now all anticipation. Could his master be thinking of employing sweet Helen as a maid? He knew Mr. Darcy regarded loyalty highly, specially from the servants, and Helen had won his respect by daring to disobey Miss Bingley's orders to "help" her former employer. Still would this be enough for Mr. Darcy to enlist her services?
"And do you know why she had to leave the Bennets?"
"She told me her mother had fallen seriously ill in Meryton, so Miss Helen had to resign from her position to nurse her. She survived six months without working due to some neighbours' charity. After her mother had passed away, she returned to Longbourn , but the family had already employed another servant, and since then, she has worked for the family who owns Netherfield or for its lodgers, like Mr. Bingley."
"I see." Darcy reposed on his armchair and continued with the questions, "Being proficient at your function as you are, do you believe she is qualified to be the future Mrs. Darcy's maid?"
The valet remained silent for some seconds, as if pondering his subsequent words. At last, assuming a modest continence, Morrisey gave his opinion, "I think so, sir. Miss Helen seems to learn fast and she is very clever, as much as a servant should be."
Darcy pretended not to perceive how his valet's eyes had shone, despite his serious and contemplative countenance, while he spoke about the maid. He suppressed a grin - apparently, the airs of Hertfordshire had done more than the Cupid's arrows could have done in such circumstances. Three men in love in just few weeks were too much to bear. However, Darcy repressed those diverting thoughts and made his decision,
"Do you know where we can find her?"
"Yes, sir. She gave me her location before we left Netherfield Park."
The gentleman barely contained his amusement. His valet had probably won this maid's affections. "Very well, Morrisey. I want you to send her an express asking her to come to London as soon as possible. We shall need her here after Saturday. She must inquire for Mrs. Hart; if she approves her as well as my wife-to-be, Miss Helen will be Mrs. Darcy's chambermaid."
"As you wish, sir." The servant could hardly hide his rapture.
"And can she read? I mean, she will receive a written message and..."
"I am not sure about it, sir. But I believe she will be able to find someone to help her with the message, if that is the case.
"You may go now, Morrisey." Darcy's valet was already leaving the library when his master called him back, "Just one more thing, Morrisey. I would not wish to interfere, but do you not think she is beneath you? Perhaps you deserve someone who is at your same position."
Morrisey looked at his master and said respectfully, still firmly, "If you permit, there are pearls lost in the mud and false diamonds kept in velvet boxes, sir." Morrisey waited his master's reprimand, but he remained quiet. That was enough to encourage the servant, "However, I believe you must have already realised this, sir. Besides, on her serving the mistress, we shall be equal, as I serve the master. If you will excuse me, sir." He bowed to the gentleman and left, closing the door silently behind him.
The master of Pemberley smiled lightly and admitted, "You can not conceive how right you are, my dear Mr. Morrisey."
Hardly had Darcy concentrated on his work when he was interrupted by his butler's entrance to announce Georgiana and Col. Fitzwilliam's arrival. He immediately went to the parlour in order to greet his dearest relatives.
"Georgiana, welcome to..." But Darcy could not finish his sentence as he was embraced by a profusion of light blue around his neck, as well as his voice was silenced by the joyful cries of his sister,
"Brother! You can not guess how I missed you! But I am now so happy, Fitzwilliam! I shall finally have a sister!" Georgiana slowly released her brother shoulders, but held his hands. She looked at him and Darcy could see how her blue eyes were radiant. She was all smiles and proceeded with effusive exclamations and questions, "Is she pretty? Oh, what a fool question, of course she is! Is she fond of music? Does she like to sing? Who are her favourite composers?"
"Georgiana... I... I am glad the news of my marriage are affable for you." Darcy was overwhelmed by his sister's vivacity - she was very different from the taciturn and sad young lady he had visited last September. At that time, she was still under the effect of the fiasco in Ramsgate and Darcy had almost canceled his sojourn to Hertfordshire, because he was so worried about Georgiana's cheerless disposition. However, Georgiana had assured him of her being well with Mrs. Annesley at the Earl of Matlock's house and convinced him to leave. Compared to that girl, she now looked like if it was already Christmas and she had been given a desired (and expected) doll. He glanced amused at the colonel over his sister's shoulder, but his cousin shrugged and smiled,
"Not even the Inquisition would have made so many questions as your sister did along the journey, Darcy." Col. Fitzwilliam feigned tiredness and brother and sister laughed at his bad performance. He crossed the room and squeezed Darcy's hand, "How are you, cousin? Pray tell me, how does a man feel on the day before his wedding?"
"Like a convict on the day before being guillotined." The two gentlemen burst into guffaw at Darcy's joke, though Georgiana could not join them, looking somewhat perplexed. On realising his young cousin's confusion, the colonel talked to her in a sweet tone,
"Come, dearest. Your brother and I are only jesting - all men compare marriage to prison or to death, still it does not mean that all of them do not have affection for their fiancées or wives." Georgiana blushed a little for having exposed her naïveté. Not being out yet, and only used to serious conversations as well as little teasing from her relations, she could not be confident of this matter at all. The colonel went on,
"Do not distress yourself any longer, you will not only get accustomed to such jokes, but you will also learn that women do such things very often. I am sure your future sister will teach you very well indeed, since she seems to be proficient in teasing such gentlemen." He winked at her, pointing his head towards Darcy and he saw Georgiana grin, recovering the cheerful spirit she had when she arrived. Being sure that his young cousin was well now, Col. Fitzwilliam turned to Darcy,
"Darcy, my father and mother wish you and Miss Bennet all the happiness. Although, I must add that they are rather interested in meeting the lady who could lead you to such a fleet matrimony - they confessed they were expecting such behaviour from me, not from the always rational Darcy". Darcy smirked thankfully to his cousin; of course, the colonel had not mentioned the real motives of his marriage to his parents, not even Georgiana should ever know about it. He inquired so after his relatives' health and the gentlemen dominated the conversation for some minutes, talking about the road conditions and the news of the Prince Regent.
On noticing that Georgiana was barely paying attention to the dialogue and looking somewhat impatient to continue with her inquiries after her sister-to-be, the colonel decided it was time to let the siblings alone,
"I see, Darcy, that you are not free from being questioned by a certain lady." He took his cousin's small hand and kissed it lightly, "My dear Georgiana, you now have your brother completely to you. I am sure there is no one better than him to give you an accurate description of Miss Elizabeth Bennet." He bowed to them and took his leave.
Georgiana stared again at her brother and in more control of her actions than earlier, said, "Richard is right, I have so many questions and you have not even answered the first ones I asked. Oh, I guess I bored our poor cousin with my interminable enquiries. But I could not help, I am so curious about the lady who succeeded in holding your esteem and respect."
"I shall not extend your torture, my dear." Darcy stated while conducting his sister to the drawing room, where they would have more privacy. Having closed the door, he continued, "Well, to start, Miss Elizabeth is pretty - not in the classical way, still once one notices the grace of her features, is captivated forever. She is a combination of loveliness and lucidity, a source of constant challenge I have never met before."
"I see, the teasing lady you had mentioned in your letters from Netherfield Park." Georgiana commented before taking a seat.
"She is fond of music and I believe she likes Mozart very much, since in the few performances she gave which I had the pleasure to listen to, she always selected the Austrian composer's pieces." Darcy proceeded talking about Elizabeth for more half an hour. He spoke about her passion for Shakespeare, her kindness to her sister, her character - all the small parts he had gathered along some weeks of observation. At last, his sister asked him,
"Will she like me, Fitzwilliam?"
"Of course she will! Who would not like you, dearest? You are so gentle, so friendly. And I am sure you will like her too."
"I already love her, brother. It is sufficient for me to see the manner you speak about her." Georgiana stood up and embraced her brother. "You will be happy, Fitzwilliam. At least one of us shall be happy." She sobbed.
Shall I? If she knew the truth about the manner in which the marriage agreement had been settled, about the duel - I pretend a merriment which I do not know if I shall be able to achieve. But his sister's last sentence had worried him so much that he forgot about himself . He lifted her chin and saw that her eyes were wet. The radiant Georgiana had disappeared under the shadow of her past. Darcy knew she was thinking of Wickham's deception and still blaming herself for having accepted the rascal's advances. He took out his handkerchief and wiped her tears, while attempting to comforting her,
"Both of us shall be happy, sister. And you deserve it more than I do. Everybody makes mistakes, my dear. We were blessed that I visited you on the right day and could avoid the worse. Please, do not punish yourself for others' fault. You are very young and time, even if does not eliminate the wound, will help to diminish its importance."
After some time reflecting on her brother's words, Georgiana stated softly, "You are so kind, Fitzwilliam. I hope you are right."
"I am, dearest. Now I think you should rest, we shall be leaving to Hertfordshire before dawn tomorrow." Georgiana kissed her brother and left the room. Having much to ponder, Darcy still stayed there for a long time.
For Davidia
At Longbourn
In The Evening
Elizabeth heard the old clock in the drawing room as it struck nine. Slowly, she abandoned her former position on the window seat in her bedchamber - she had spent the last hour on her knees, looking through the window, in an attempt to register in her mind the sight of the small, but beautiful woods of Longbourn. Throughout her contemplation, she had relived the games played with her sisters, the confidences exchanged with Jane, the solitary but invigorating walks, everything she would miss.
Sitting down, she rubbed her sore knees for a while and raised her head. Her eyes then met the white fabric hung on the wardrobe door, her wedding gown. It was a simple, still beautiful frock, the best the local seamstress could make in few days and under the hysterical supervision of Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth sighed deeply. Her mother, not happy in torturing the household with her nerves, also tormented the whole commerce of Meryton, from the seamstresses to the trousseau merchants, including the poor textiles shopkeepers. Nothing was worthy of the betrothed of a ten-thousand-a-year gentleman, everything was a reason for the matron to complain about and to lament over the lack of time, which deterred the family to purchase in London.
However, Mrs. Bennet's gibberish and admonitions about how to administrate a estate, Lydia's insupportable malicious jokes about Mr. Darcy's stiffness (with Kitty's support, of course) and Mary's sermons about how a virtuous wife should conduct herself and her family at least served to deviate Elizabeth's thoughts of a more serious matter. Surely, after bearing such nonsense for a whole day, her bedchamber and bed were a haven where she would lie down and sleep almost instantly.
The only thing which reminded her of him was the delicate ring on her right hand, but Elizabeth hastily pushed the gentleman to the corner of her mind. Notwithstanding, by endeavouring to avoid the approach to a certain subject, she was also evading her dearest sister - Elizabeth was sure that she would end up telling Jane about things she did not want to avow even to herself. Furthermore, she felt guilty for getting married first and in such a manner, whilst the true couple, Jane and Bingley, was not united.
She crossed the room and delicately touched the white gown, her fingers trying to follow the roses patterned on it On recalling her mother's remarks upon her choice, she smiled a little. Mrs. Bennet had almost fainted at the textiles shop after having seen the fabric Elizabeth had selected - she had considered it beneath the future Mrs. Darcy, classifying it as too rustic. Her mother had thereupon picked up a fabric decorated with golden threads and presented it to her as worthy of a queen. Yet Elizabeth had insisted she wanted the former, as well as to wear roses on her head and so she would. She was still recalling her mother's incensed face at her when an odd thought suddenly occurred to her, bringing her back to the present and forcing her to look at the ring on her finger,
"There are also roses engraved on the engagement ring." She found out sadly and circled the band around her finger. Unconsciously she had matched the gown to the ring. Something deep inside her stirred while she contemplated the ring. Some minutes went by before she walked towards her bed and collapsed there. The repressed wave of feelings hit her hardly and, similar to a Chinese theatre of shadows which she had once seen in London, the images of the last days were relived on her mind's eye - her being attacked by Wickham, Darcy as her "rescuer", his Shakespeare's verses "recital", the proposal of marriage, his gifts, their kiss.
However, the reliving of those events was not helping her sort out her thoughts. Quite the contrary, the more she thought, the more she grew convinced that such episodes were only spectres and did not reveal the true essence of the people involved. "Or did they? Oh, I wish I knew. I believed I had captured Mr. Wickham's nature and I was utterly wrong. It is undeniable that I had been misled by an image created by him, but it was also accepted easily by me." Elizabeth sat down and straightened up the shawl over her shoulders.
"Not to mention my first impressions about the other gentleman, that had proved somewhat inconsistent. As a matter of fact, if my bad opinion of him had almost been forgotten, how could I make his character out now? Furthermore, and even more relevant, how to make out my feelings concerning him?" These were the inevitable questions she had avoided for so long, and from which she could not escape anymore though.
Elizabeth spun around and gazed at her reflection on the mirror. She slowly stood up and walked to the vanity - by perusing her image, she could guess that something was different with her, yet she was not able to, or she did not wish to, recognise.
"I can not be in... No, that would be ridiculous! One's opinion and feelings can not be changed so drastically in a short time. I concede I must be touched positively by his recent behaviour, but it is not suffice. And it is not reasonable to be impressed by a kiss." Her image on the mirror looked at her doubtfully. "Well, I agree it is natural to be confused after a kiss, although it is not sensible at all." A knock on the door saved Elizabeth from her thoughts.
"Come in." She answered, endeavouring to regain her composure. A rather agitated Mrs. Bennet, wearing curling papers on her head, made her entry.
"Oh, Lord knows how I am unwell tonight, but I have a matter of great importance to deal with you, Lizzy, and it can not be postponed." Elizabeth gulped, for the reason that she imagined what was so important, still she remained silent. Comprehending her silence as a signal of acceptance, Mrs. Bennet continued,
"Well, I shall not beat around the bush." She waved her hands in the air. "As you are very smart and curious, perhaps you may have an idea about what you should expect from the wedding night."
"Mother! What do you take me for?" Elizabeth was mortified.
"Come, Lizzy. You read too much, you must have already found out a very descriptive book at your father's library. Certainly he keeps such books only to distress me and - "
"Well, ma'am, I am ready to listen to your advice." The young lady stated resignedly, interrupting her mother's digression.
Mrs. Bennet breathed deeply and began, "I know your disposition very well indeed - you enjoy doing things on your own and your father has always defended you. However, Mr. Darcy is not a man who seems to be complacent, let alone having a good temper. Thus, listen to my exhortation, child: Tomorrow, when your husband and you are alone at that magnificent house in London, be patient and tolerate whatever Mr. Darcy does - the more vexing it may looks, you should be still and quiet. It does not take long for men to obtain what they want and fall asleep."
Vexation was the least feeling Elizabeth was facing. Actually, she was so shocked by Mrs. Bennet's discourse that she could not think of an appropriate comment (if there was one) on everything her mother had stated.
The matron went on, "Surely it will be painful and there will be blood. This is one of the duties which we, women, have to bear though. If you cry a little, Mr. Darcy may not look for you for some days. In the future, after having given him an heir, to feign a headache will be suffice to keep him at bay. As a matter of fact, he may not disturb you much in the years to come - your bed not being a novelty anymore, he will concentrate his efforts on his estate, children and other mistresses. And you should also endure this and apparently not care at all, as you will have your house and children to look after."
As red as a beetroot - that was Elizabeth's condition at the end of her mother's babble. She could not decide what had irritated her more, either her mother's lack of tact or her useless advice. The young lady attempted not to explode, but the words burst out of her mouth,
"I beg your pardon, ma'am, but I am going to be Mr. Darcy's wife, not his slave!" Her mother stared at her, still Elizabeth proceeded, now restraining her bitterness a little, "I thank you for the counsel, but I believe in a marriage based on mutual love, respect and comprehension between the spouses - the one I aspire for Mr. Darcy and me, not in a union which the supposed bedrock is the domination of one of the parts." Oh, how I wished the foundation of my marriage were those three requirements, not a scandal.
The matron winked for some seconds, but dismissed the subject by waving her hand and saying histrionically, "Oh, child! Being a wife and a slave, or a servant, is the same for a man. Time will tell you the truth."
Elizabeth knew there was no use to discuss the matter with her mother, so she did not answer anything. Having nothing else to discuss, Mrs. Bennet walked to the door, wishing a good night. With her hand on the knob, she halted and turned around,
"Just one more thing, Lizzy. Do not stare or laugh at Mr. Darcy's private parts, however shocked you may be! Now you should rest, my dear. Your day will be very long."
"Indeed, mother!" Elizabeth answered to the closed door.
At Longbourn
December 6, 1811
Despite the chilly wind, the day seemed to be God's gift for all the matrons who had a child getting married. -that had probably been Mrs. Bennet's thought when she drew off the curtains of her bedchamber, at the same time as the first rays of sun shone in the horizon, spreading the light on the blue sky. As far as the weather was concerned, the wedding of Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy would run well.
Actually, dawn had met the household in full frenzy - Mrs. Hill checking the last arrangements for the wedding breakfast, while the two chambermaids were attempting to attend to the request of the ladies. Naturally, the bride had been the first one to be dressed. Having finished with Miss Elizabeth, the maids could not help exchanging two or three words about the young lady as soon as they were out in the corridor. The bride's silence and absentmindedness had shocked the two servants' and raised their curiosity, since they knew that Miss Elizabeth was not blatant like Miss Lydia or Miss Kitty, still she had always made pleasant comments while one of the maids did their duty, even if she was not in her best disposition. Moreover, they had expected to find her radiant and talkative on her wedding day (like all the other brides they had already seen in the same circumstance)and that was why they were amused too. Probably the comments on the bride's strange disposition would be the main subject in the kitchen in the days to come.
All of a sudden, the house immersed in deep silence as the whole family - with the exception of Mr. Bennet, Jane and the bride, had departed for the church. The gentleman and his eldest were waiting for Elizabeth in the parlour, and after some minutes, Mr. Bennet asked his daughter to fetch the bride, adding that they could postpone a little their departure if Elizabeth was in need of someone to speak to.
Jane slowly went up the stairs, pondering over what she should tell her sister. This would be a peculiar marriage, the feelings and reactions of the couple involved were so visibly puzzling that she did not know whether she should wish Elizabeth happiness or caution. Furthermore, she was aware of the fact that her sister had evaded her since Mr. Darcy's visit last Sunday, therefore Jane did not want to prevail upon her.
Attempting to conceal her apprehension, she knocked on her sister's door and the sound which echoed around the empty corridor distressed her. Before long, Elizabeth's acceptance was given and Jane made her entry. The second Bennet was sitting at her vanity with her back to the chamber door. On seeing her eldest sister's reflex on the mirror, Elizabeth spun around and stood up with a faint smile drawing on her lips.
"Oh, Lizzy! You are stunning!" Jane exclaimed pleasantly, admiring the simple beauty of her sister - the white wedding gown was unadorned, still fit her perfectly well; her dark curls hung down in ringlets, ornate with tiny white roses. Despite the paleness of her cheeks, Elizabeth's eyes were sparkling.
"No, Jane. You are stunning, because you were born marvelous." Elizabeth said, admiring how the light blue gown enhanced her sister's classical beauty. "While I am a little arranged for a special event, you are a natural goddess." The bride winked and added, smiling somewhat maliciously, "I guess I shall not be the only Bennet related to the Earl of Matlock after this wedding."
"Stop it, Lizzy!" Jane blushed on recollecting Col. Fitzwilliam's attentions to her. Surely Lizzy had noticed it. Well, at least she is endeavouring to be playful. Jane grinned and said, "I shall not argue with you before such a special occasion, Lizzy. Actually, I have come to inquire whether everything is well, because it is time to leave for the church. Father is waiting for us."
"I am ready, Jane. I was only finishing the reading of Aunt Gardiner's letter when you came in."
"Had you written telling her about the wedding?"
"Yes, and I did not omit anything. I mean, the circumstances of the marriage to Mr. Darcy and the fatal duel."
"I think you did well. Aunt Gardiner is one of the most reliable people of our relations."
"And also the most sensible. Oh, Jane, you can not conceive how her letter expresses the difference between mother's and our aunt's points of view. While mother frightened and vexed me deeply yesterday, Aunt Gardiner's advice sent in the missive provoked the contrary effect on me."
"About the marital duties?" Jane lowered her eyes and grew red.
"Yes, it was." Fighting her reluctance, Elizabeth summarized her mother's "suggestions" on the matter to Jane, who understood very well why her sister had used the words "frighten" and "vex" to talk about their mother's opinions. "Now read the letter and take your conclusion", the second Bennet said, offering an elegant cream paper to her sister.
"May I? Jane asked, afraid of imposing upon intimate matters, but her sister insisted upon it, and she opened the letter.
Gracechurch Street, December 3, 1811Dearest Lizzy,
I hope you and your family are in good health. I beg you to forgive me if I intrude too much by writing such lines, but your uncle and I hold you in high esteem. Actually, we consider Jane and you as our own children.
I must confess that the letters sent by Mr. Bennet and you last Monday rather scared me - so many events happened in few time and with such consequences and conclusion! Anyway, your uncle and I are glad that your father and you chose to do which seemed to be the most reasonable thing, even if there is no affection between your husband to be and you (although, whichever may have transpired between you in the past, you must concede that his recent actions, according to your accounts, came to prove that at least he seems to be very attentive to you).
Even though I grew up in Lambton, a small town situated near Pemberley, I have never met Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Our families move in different circles, as you must know, though this was not a hindrance to my hearing of his father, the late Mr. Darcy - he was known as a very gentle master and landlord, the perfect gentleman.
As far your betrothed is concerned, I have made some inquiries and, according to as much as I could gather, it seems he has never been involved in any scandal, nor "warm" affairs (if you can understand my meaning), facts which calmed me down a little.
To sum up, my child: the beginning of this marriage is not good as the reasons for it are not which I could call "proper". However, you should begin a new part of your life today, Lizzy. Please, make an attempt to forget the past and give yourself and the gentleman a chance. Perhaps your alliance may be happier and more successful than other marriages which started in bliss and ended up in absolute disrespect between the parts.
Your uncle and I wish happiness to you and Mr. Darcy.
Yours & etc,
Emma Gardiner
P.S.: You must concede me your forgiveness anew, but on recollecting your mother's advice on my wedding day, I thought I should add some words to your mother's (I am sure she has already talked to you about the matter). The marriage bed does not have to be painful, vexing or merely a duty, Lizzy. It only depends on you and your husband to convert it into love, respect and pleasure.
Jane raised her head and stared at the bride in front of her. Aunt Gardiner's words had made her realise which she had denied - her dearest sister, friend, the one with whom she could share the secrets was being taken away. The tears burnt her eyes and she embraced Elizabeth. "What shall I do without you to help me to be more realistic, Lizzy?"
"And what shall I do without my dearest Jane to help me to be more gentle?" They remained enfolded until Elizabeth realise it was getting late. She took her sister's small hand and led her to the door. "We should go now, Jane." The latter wiped her tears and followed the bride down the stairs.
"You are beautiful, Lizzy", Mr. Bennet exclaimed on seeing his favourite enter the parlour. "Shall we go?" He offered his arm to her, which she promptly accepted - it was a safe anchor while she could have one. Her father kissed her forehead lightly and escorted her to the carriage which was waiting outside. Being the church next to Longbourn, the journey was made in few minutes. The vehicle stopped in front of the holy building and Mr. Bennet alighted first in order to help her daughters out. He offered his arm to Elizabeth anew and they positioned themselves beside Jane, waiting for the doors to be open. The old gentleman gently caressed the bride's hand and mumbled,
"It may be the last opportunity to talk to you alone, my dear. I have only one advice: Give yourself and Mr. Darcy a chance, Lizzy."
Elizabeth stiffened and looked at Jane's soft golden hair in front of her. It was the same advice Aunt Gardiner had given her, and the same words which had taunted her thoughts for the last days. She breathed deeply and finally answered,
"I shall, Papa."
The doors then opened and Jane made her entry in a church lighted by the sun.
Elizabeth tightened her grip on Mr. Bennet's arm and he patted her hand back gently, encouraging her to follow the bridesmaid. And so father and daughter did. On seeing the exquisite effect the sunlight was creating through the stained glasses, the bride gasped discreetly - the colours seemed to dance with the music played by Mary. Slowly, she started to peruse the nave and approved the small white ribbons attached to the benches. Mrs. Bennet had considered them "not sophisticated", but Jane had ignored her mother's remarks and, together with Mary, had decorated the church with them.
While advancing through the nave, Elizabeth's attention was attracted by the people who were in attendance. Her mother, wearing a beige frock and pelisse, was absolutely ecstatic, effusively urging on Kitty and Lydia to look at the bride. She rolled her eyes and breathed deeply - what else would she have to endure from her mother?
Afterwards, her eyes rested on a young blonde lady who was seated next to Mrs. Bennet. That was certainly Mr. Darcy's sister, as she was the only person there she did not know. Oh, poor Miss Darcy! Mama must be torturing her with her incessant babble. Elizabeth could observe that Georgiana Darcy was very tall, had blue eyes and, despite Mrs. Bennet's proximity, she seemed to be enjoying the event. At this moment, the young girl's eyes met hers, and the former grew red. Smiling a little, Georgiana lowered her eyes and played with the folds of her skirt, which made Elizabeth conclude that her sister-to-be looked shy indeed.
The bride's dark eyes traveled then to the altar and a red coat called her attention - Col. Fitzwilliam looked radiant in his uniform, his eyes fixed at something which was in front of her. Actually, his eyes were locked at someone who was in front of her. Elizabeth laughed inwardly. Jane and her suitors... They always have the same mesmerized semblance while looking at her, though I think Mr. Bingley looked like the only one truly in love with her.
Much as the red coat was noticeable, it was a dark blue jacket which made her heart skip a beat - a dark blue jacket, a well shaved face, thin but firm lips, and a pair of deep dark eyes which once again captured hers as soon as they made contact. She wished she could evade them quickly, yet that seemed not to be possible, for the reason that the more she endeavoured to escape, the more she felt she should accept the challenge they offered, the promise of something she did not dare to ascertain. She therefore held Mr. Darcy's gaze for some seconds.
Slowly, her eyes left his and she studied his features anew, now attempting to comprehend his feelings. Despite his apparent calmness, the stiffness of his jaw betrayed his tension and the turmoil he must be dealing with. As if realising the aim of her scrutiny, Darcy smiled a little. Elizabeth nodded her head and smiled back at him, since she could see that Georgiana was observing their reactions. Although she knew that the groom had given her a fake smile, something to disguise his real feelings as well as to act the man in love in front of his sister, Elizabeth could not help feeling enchanted, but lost. And she was aware of the fact that the commotion had just begun.
At last, father and daughter reached the altar, and Mr. Bennet handed his favourite to Darcy, who took her small hand on his and kissed its back gently. Offering then his arm to her, he led Elizabeth to the priest. Having the groom taken his position on the right and the bride on the left, Mr. Colleen immediately started the ceremony,
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocency, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church; which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence, and first miracle that he wrought, in Cana of Galilee; and is commended of Saint Paul to be honourable among all men: and therefore is not by any to be enterprised, nor taken in hand, unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly, to satisfy men's carnal lusts and appetites, like brute beasts that have no understanding; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God; duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained."*
To own the truth, Darcy was hardly paying attention to the ceremony. From the moment Elizabeth had entered the church on, his focus had been centred on her, and her alone. He knew he was behaving like a schoolboy, but how could he prevent such a feeling, after having seen her crossing the holy doors like a goddess entering a dream? He could be rational, had not the sunlight played with the roses adorning her dark hair. He would be logical, had not her coral lips reminded him of that stolen kiss. And even her paleness could not erase the gracefulness which her gown was only enhancing - how had her mother dared to apologise for "Elizabeth's improper gown" as soon she had laid eyes on him? He rolled his eyes and snorted, catching the priest's notice, who stopped his speech and inquired,
"Are you feeling unwell, sir?"
The bride also stared at him and Darcy could not help feeling stupid. At last, he managed to murmur, "I... Hmm, I had something caught in my throat. Please, forgive me."
Repeating his apologies, he begged Mr. Colleen to continue anew. On the corner of his eye, he could see that Elizabeth was hardly attempting to suppress a laugh. He looked at her apologetically, still she smiled and twinkled at him, erasing the awkwardness he was feeling, as well as racing his pulse. At least, the incident had helped her to soften and look even more bewitching, as the colour had returned to her cheeks.
As a matter of fact, the priest himself could not help feeling amused - in his opinion, these gentlemen from Town were unusual indeed. For instance, the groom could not take his eyes off the bride and seemed to be absolutely absentminded. He had even interrupted the ceremony! Only Lord knew which thoughts he was entertaining.
Moreover, the best man hadn't been still for a moment. First, Mr. Colleen had thought that the fair gentleman was annoyed because of his uniform - those tight breeches could be somewhat painful and uncomfortable. But on perceiving the aim of the colonel's eyes, the priest could finally conclude that the gentleman was in fact searching for a place where he could have a better view of the eldest Bennet. On her turn, the poor bridesmaid did not know where she could look, without meeting the best man's insistent gaze. Mr. Colleen sighed and started the vows part, talking to the groom,
"Will thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"
"I will." Darcy answered. Lord knows it is the only thing I have already desired since my decision was taken.
The priest then said to the bride,
"Will thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as yea both shall live?"
"I will." Obey and serve are rather strong words. Oh, Lord, they remind me of Mama's words last night! How repulsive! Why could they not use respect instead?.
Not being aware of the couple's turmoil, Mr. Colleen proceeded, "Who gift this woman to be married to this man?"
The priest then received Elizabeth at Mr. Bennet's hands, and caused Darcy with his right hand to take the bride by her right hand, so that they could give their promise to each other. Instructed by Mr. Colleen, Darcy uttered, attempting to sound as sincere as possible,
"I, Fitzwilliam, take the Elizabeth to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight the my troth."
After Darcy had said his part, bride and groom loosed their hands. Next, following the priest's words, Elizabeth took Darcy's right hand and said after Mr. Colleen,
"I, Elizabeth, take the Fitzwilliam to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give the my troth." Obey, obey... This word may drive me insane.
At this moment, Darcy gave the wedding ring to Elizabeth, a gold band which matched the engagement ring he had already presented her, saying,
"With this ring I the wed, with my body I the worship, and with all my worldly goods I the endow: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Darcy held Elizabeth's left hand more than the usual, as though his hands had their own way, his right thumb tracing her thin veins. He attempted to steal a look from her, but she kept her eyes low, staring at his hands. Much as he wished, he could not guess what was passing on her mind.
Were the groom able to overcome his heavenly state, he would perceive that the bride was also lost on her thoughts. Although Elizabeth was still impressed by those strong words about obedience and servility, she was now more affected by his touch - her delicate fingers were deriving joy from such firm hands, the sensations running from her fingertips through her body.
As a matter of fact, the seconds were passing by, and the pair did not react to Mr. Colleen's request - he had already asked the couple twice to kneel down. Having lost the patience (and he fancied himself a very self-possessed person), the priest touched the couple's hands and begged them to release each other's grip and get down on their knees, breaking the spell which the pair seemed to be under. The priest soon afterward continued the ceremony, only to once again join Darcy's and Elizabeth's right hands together and state,
"Those whom God hat joined together let no man put asunder."
At last, bride and groom were allowed to stand up. As soon as Mr. Colleen declared them husband and wife, Darcy took Elizabeth in his arms and kissed her lips lightly. Surprising her anew, he then caressed her right cheek, held her arm and led her through the aisle, without giving her much time to think about his bold action.
*All paragraphs related to the Wedding Ceremony were taken of The Book of Common Prayer.
To Mrs. Bennet's utterly relief, the wedding breakfast seemed to evolve smoothly. Both the families there gathered appeared to be enjoying themselves, or were at least attempting to. For instance, Col. Fitzwilliam was vainly endeavouring to free himself from Kitty's and Lydia's exaggerated attentions - his red coat had attracted them like moths magnetized by the bright light. The colonel would rather engage Miss Jane Bennet in conversation, but he had failed miserably, due to those two empty-heads hung on his arms. Were they babbling so much about his apparel that neither the colonel, nor Georgiana had been able to state a single word for minutes.
On the other corner of the room, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were receiving the congratulations from Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, the last members of the bride's family who had not done so. On perceiving that his wife would not leave the couple alone, Mr. Bennet managed to drag the old lady away by mumbling to her that a leg of the main table was loose and threatening to throw all her best china on the ground. Not wasting time, the matron excused herself and went after Mrs. Hill in a hurry.
Free of his new mother-in-law, Darcy could then observe the room and perceive his cousin's predicament - he had warned Richard about how dangerous his uniform could be, but that had fallen on deaf ears... However, being a charitable soul and, having already been congratulated by Elizabeth's family, he decided that it was time to for his family to welcome his new wife. He made a discreet sign to the colonel, who promptly made his apologies to the young Bennets and crossed the room as quickly as propriety allowed, with Georgiana on his arm.
"Congratulations, Darcy, Mrs. Darcy." The colonel shook his cousin's hand warmly and bowed to his new relative. "It is a pity that Darcy made your acquaintance first. Had I been so fortunate, he would not have had a chance." He winked at Elizabeth, who laughed and answered,
"I guess not, sir. But please, call me Elizabeth, we are cousins now."
"Only if you call me Richard."
"I see that we agree in something, Richard." The bride grinned. Col. Fitzwilliam had such easy manners that it was difficult not to have a good opinion of him. If Mr. Bingley did not come back quickly, Elizabeth thought that he would be at risk to lose Jane's heart to the gentleman in a uniform. Her new husband interrupted her divagations in order to finally introduce Georgiana,
"Elizabeth, may I introduce my sister?" Turning to his sibling, Darcy continued, "Georgiana, this is Elizabeth Darcy."
Elizabeth felt awkward, How strange it is to be called Elizabeth Darcy. Still, she overcame the feeling and bowed, reflecting her new sister's action, "How do you do, Miss Darcy?"
"How do you do?"
"Elizabeth, you can not conceive how Georgiana longed to meet you." Darcy stated, making his sibling blush.
"And I to meet her, Mr. __ . I mean, Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth did not have time to start a proper conversation with the young lady, because Georgiana, not restraining herself any longer, embraced her brother and exclaimed,
"Congratulations, dearest brother! I am very happy for you. And for me too, since now I have a sister." Deep red, she then released her brother and stared at Mrs. Bennet's carpet. On noticing Georgiana's shyness, Elizabeth took her hands on hers, and gently stated,
"I guess you are not happier than I am. And as my sister, you should call me Lizzy." Georgiana slowly moved her head up and dared to gaze at Elizabeth, who proceeded, "I have heard you are very fond of music."
"Yes, I am."
Darcy gratefully smiled at his wife and excused himself in order to allow some privacy for the two ladies. Still holding Georgiana fragile hands, Elizabeth proceeded,
"I have accounts on your wonderful performance at the pianoforte."
"Oh, it is not wonderful." The young lady answered modestly. "But my brother has told me that you play very well. According to him, he has never heard anything which gave him so much pleasure as your performance."
At this time it was the bride's turn to become red. "Well, I think your brother has grossly exaggerated my talents, for mysterious reasons of his own."
"Oh, no! My brother never exaggerates! He always says the absolute truth."
Elizabeth grinned a little, "The ideal elder brother."
"I could not imagine one more gentle and thoughtful. I do not deserve him."
"I confess I envy you. I have got four sisters and I have always wished to have an elder brother." The two ladies continued to talk about family and childhood. At the moment the subject changed to Arts and Music, Elizabeth was astonished to realise that, in spite of being still very young, Georgiana had pertinent opinions as well as a refined taste. I am so accustomed to Lydia's and Kitty's frivolous ideas that I forget that there may be intelligent young ladies.
Their lively talk was discreetly being observed by a satisfied Darcy, while he pretended to serve himself one of the pastries offered. After having allowed some time to Elizabeth and Georgiana to know each other better, he returned to his new wife's side, not leaving her alone for a second, showing himself solicitous and attentive. Surely his actions were not unnoticed by Mr. Bennet and Jane, who smiled inwardly and crossed their fingers for the success of this marriage of convenience.
Naturally, Darcy's attentions were also intriguing Elizabeth. He has positioned himself as if protecting me. I can not help wondering why. However, her wonder could hardly surpass an inexplicable thought which had tormented her since the wedding ceremony - her new husband had not made a single comment on her appearance. She knew that such an expectation was nonsensical, since she had never heard Fitzwilliam Darcy praise any woman. Moreover, why should he say something about her? Instinctively, she played with a loosen lock of her hair, drawing Darcy's attention to her.
"It seems this lock insists on being loose, ma'am." He smirked, adding in a lower voice, "Here, allow me to help you." Without waiting for his spouse's answer, he tightened the rebel ringlet and slowly moved his right hand from her head to her chin, tipping her head up. His thumb tenderly caressed her left cheek and he murmured,
"I like the way you had your hair adorned, Mrs. Darcy. The roses enhance your natural manner - a lady with no artifices at all."
Elizabeth felt a cold shiver ran through her spine. Is he able to read minds? Her mouth grew dry, her mind could not put two words together. She wished she could respond somehow, mock him, or even remove his hand from her face and free herself of his burning touch, still here she was, captivated by a simple remark of his.
Could she read her new husband's thoughts, she would know that he was as much lost as she was - not accustomed to the use of flattery very often, and being absolutely careful in doing so with Elizabeth, he was perplexed at how his mouth had betrayed him anew. My celebrated self-control appears to be mitigated by her presence. Despite himself, he went on holding her chin until being interrupted by Georgiana,
"Oh, I am sorry to disturb you." Georgiana noticed she had intruded on a tender moment between the couple and became somewhat unsettled.
Darcy finally removed his hand as well as Elizabeth attempted to compose herself and reassure her new sister, by saying,
"Oh, do not distress yourself, dear. I was going to leave your brother, so that I could change my gown. I think it is getting late, and we need to leave, otherwise we shall arrive in Town at night." Darcy looked at his sister to confirm his spouse's words and Georgiana could relax a little. Gathering courage, she finally told to the bride,
"I was wondering if we could talk alone before you leave, Elizabeth."
"All right, I shall leave you on your own, ladies." Darcy said in a mocking way, "You hardly know my wife and want to steal her away from me, Georgiana!" He stated, bowing to the ladies before leaving.
Elizabeth then smiled and stated, "I am listening to whichever secret you may have to tell me, Georgiana."
"Actually, it is a secret I wish to confide indeed." Being rather confused, Georgiana proceeded, "Well, it is not a real secret, yet I would not like my brother to know what I am going to disclose to you."
To Elizabeth, it was rather peculiar that Georgiana would do something without her brother's permission. On the other hand, she was glad for Georgiana's clear demonstration of confidence in her. "I promise you I shall not tell anything to your brother."
"I guess you will find me silly, but I have to tell you. I..." She inhaled deeply, "I felt that Fitzwilliam would marry you in the very first time he mentioned your name to me."
Feeling diverted, Elizabeth asked , "Pray when was it the first time you heard about me?" Probably it was last week, some minutes before he announced our wedding.
"It was in one of his letters from Mr. Bingley's house here in Hertfordshire. Netherfield Park, is it not?" A now flustered Elizabeth only managed to nod in agreement. "He told me that you and your oldest sister were being hosted by the Bingleys because your sister had fallen ill in a visit to Miss Bingley."
"Exactly. I believe we spent four days there." The bride stated inattentively - she could not believe in what Georgiana was relating. The young lady must be mistaken.
"My brother related your deep concern for your sister - he mentioned you walked almost five miles only to tend her. He talked about your passion for books and solitary walks, as well as your eagerness for discussing any subject, using witty arguments to support your points of view."
"Did he say all of this in his letters from Netherfield?" Elizabeth was now anxious, she wanted, she needed to know more.
"Yes, he did. Please, believe me Elizabeth. I had never seen my brother talk so much about a lady before. After having read the first letter which contained your name, I guessed that you had made a good impression on him, even if he did not trust in me enough to tell me something. His subsequent missives only confirmed my first suspicions. Since then, I had been praying for you to get together. And when I received his letter telling me about your marriage, I was so happy - I am so happy - that Lord heard my prayers."
Elizabeth was going to ask more questions, but she was involved by Mrs. Bennet claiming that she should change her clothes. Such was the turmoil she dived in (clothes for the trip, the farewell to the families) that she did not know whether her head was twirling due to the last actions, or to Georgiana's astounding disclosure. At the moment her head seemed to settle, she found herself in the Darcys' carriage, seated opposite her husband.
Darcy was not much calmer himself. While waiting for Elizabeth, he had eavesdropped a conversation of a very alarming nature between Miss Jane Bennet and his cousin, Col. Richard Fitzwilliam. He caressed the leather seat and gazed at his new wife - should he inquire her about her sister's intentions? Did she know anything about the matter? He sighed. It was a long trip to London, there would be plenty of time to take a decision.
Road to London
The horses which pulled the Darcys' carriage had been galloping for almost an hour. The good weather would allow the journey to London to be concluded before the nightfall. However, neither the duration of the sojourn, nor the weather, not even the conditions of the road constituted the main concern of the occupants of the elegant coach. Their minds were more fretfully engaged. Never had Darcy or Elizabeth dreamt that a wedding breakfast could have been so revealing. Actually, more than some hours dedicated to celebrate the union, as well as an excuse to know each other's family better (a pleasant experience for Elizabeth, but somewhat disgusting for Darcy), the breakfast had ended up with the newlyweds discovering some facts which could shatter some of their convictions.
Darcy wished he had never eavesdropped upon a special talk between his cousin, Col. Fitzwilliam, and his new sister, Jane Bennet - at least his conscience would not be now torturing him. Had he not been so absorbed attempting to avoid Mrs. Bennet's obtrusive attentions, he would never have come upon the couple's tête-à-tête in the parlour. Deciding to make his presence noticeable, he had been prevented from doing so by the deep paleness of Miss Bennet, an event which somewhat amused him. Although he knew that a gentleman never secretly paid attention to other's conversation, he could not help hiding himself in a corner and observe his cousin lead gently a rather distracted lady from the window towards an armchair nearby. The matter then discussed by them had been playing and re-playing in Darcy's eye's mind for the last hour.
"Are you unwell, Miss Bennet?""Oh, I... I am __ I guess I am a little dizzy, but it is not serious." Though the lady kept her back to him, Darcy could perceive that his new sister sounded confused.
"I shall fetch you a glass of wine. Or perhaps call one of your sisters..."
"No, it is not necessary, I thank you, sir. I only need to rest a little."
Darcy saw that the colonel remained silent for some minutes, in pure contemplation of the beauty in front of him. Still, his face looked more concerned than delighted. Taking Miss Bennet's delicate hands in his, his cousin had then proceeded,
"I beg you to forgive my intruding upon you, Miss Bennet, but I observed that your affliction started after you came to that window in a haste."
The lady had lowered her head and stated almost whispering, "I heard the horses and thought it was someone else."
"I think it was Darcy's footmen arriving with the carriages." The colonel walked to the window and said, "See, they are carrying your sister's trunks to the coach."
"Yes, I know." Miss Bennet answered almost faintly.
Still worried, Darcy's cousin returned to the lady's side and finally inquired, "Pray, were you waiting for someone in special, Miss Bennet?"
"Yes - I mean, no! I only became curious, that is all, sir."
Disapprovingly nodding his head, the colonel had proceeded, "Whoever this gentleman is, he is such a fool for leaving you in expectation."
Jane Bennet had then stood up in alarm, "I believe you are wrong about your conjectures, sir." But the colonel made her take the seat again and knelt down in front of her.
"I did not wish to offend you, Miss Bennet. It is quite the opposite. I am only lamenting that the object of your esteem is someone who seems not to be deserving of it."
"Sir __"
"No, Miss Bennet. Please, I beg you to listen to me. I know it is only the second time we have met, yet I can not deny you have impressed me deeply. I also confess that I came here today with the hope that you could accept my regard for you. However, after talking to you and observe you for the whole event, I could conclude that what I wished would never come true."
In his "hiding-place," Darcy had repressed a sigh. Another suitor for the eldest Bennet - if Mrs. Bennet could listen to his cousin... Soon after, he heard his cousin continue,
"Although your angelic smile lighted your face while you entertained everyone who came to talk to you, your real thoughts were miles away - your eyes were always searching the door or a nearby window. Not to mention the sadness which has shadowed your semblance every time you think there is no one looking at you. I wished you could tell me I am wrong, that there is no one else and I can hope."
After some hesitation, Miss Bennet admitted, "You are too gentle, sir. I thank you for your nice words, but I can not allow you to expect in vain. My affection belongs to another."
The colonel sighed deeply, stood up but still holding the lady's hands said, "Truly, Miss Bennet, I wish you all the happiness. I only hope the gentleman holds you in the same esteem." Recomposing himself, he added, "Are you sure you are not in need of anything?"
"No, I thank you, sir. I would like to be alone a little, though."
"As you wish." The colonel kissed Miss Bennet's hand and left the room. Darcy knew it was high time he came back to the drawing room too, and he was actually doing it when he heard Miss Bennet's voice,
"Yes, Lord! I only hope Mr. Bingley holds me in the same esteem and comes back to Netherfield, comes back to me."
A jolt in the carriage snapped Darcy out of his reverie, bringing him back to the present. Notwithstanding, Miss Bennet's last words were still pounding on his ears, as well as Bingley's tortured face (when Darcy had told his friend that Jane Bennet did not love him) still fathomed him. As much as his cousin's confession of his feelings had astonished him (as a young son of an Earl, Richard Fitzwilliam should marry well, but it seemed he would forget this if Miss Bennet had accepted his court!),which had somewhat shocked him indeed was Miss Bennet's confession,
Lord, what did I do? I told Bingley that Miss Jane Bennet did not love him and she does! Both of them are unhappy and I am to blame! Surely my coming to know about Miss Bennet's affection does not change her family's situation or behaviour, but if I overlooked this to marry her sister, it is likely that Bingley will do the same! He was inclined to, before my dissuading him from doing so. Still, what should I do? I can not ask Elizabeth about it, she may guess I attempted to separate the couple and become angry at me. Oh, I have to try and fix this as soon as possible. But how?
Elizabeth had been observing her husband for some minutes, but it seemed he was a little distracted - perhaps as much as she had been since they had left Longbourn. In vain she had been endeavouring to dismiss the importance of Georgiana's disclosure. Nevertheless, the more she thought about it as a romantic young lady's naïve conception, the more her new sister's words astonish and rather thrill her - according to Georgiana, Darcy had made allusion to her, Elizabeth much before their engagement,
"It was in one of his letters from Mr. Bingley's house here in Hertfordshire. Netherfield Park, is it not?" Georgiana had then added, " Please, believe me Elizabeth. I had never seen my brother talk so much about a lady before. After having read the first letter which contained your name, I guessed that you had made a good impression on him, even if he did not trust me enough to tell me something. His subsequent missives only confirmed my first suspicions. Since then, I had been praying for you to get together. And when I received his letter telling me about your marriage, I was so happy - I am so happy - that Lord heard my prayers."
Looking through the window, her thoughts followed her eyes and rambled a little around the trees which surrounded the road, only to return to the concept she was wishing to avoid, It can not be! Mr. Darcy in love with me - he has been in love with me since my staying at Netherfield! No, Georgiana must be mistaken. He defied my beauty at the Assembly; afterwards, he looked at me only to look for things to criticise. I can not deny he has been the perfect gentleman since the confrontation with Mr. Wickham, but love me? No, I can not delude myself.
Her eyes then moved to her new husband's semblance anew. As if attracted by her gaze, Darcy turned his head from the window and stared at her, smiling a little,
"You look so pensive, Mrs. Darcy."
"So do you, Mr. Darcy." They both laughed, leaving at bay the thoughts which had been distressing them - how strange, a simple smile from each other had been able to put themselves at ease, although they did not perceive it then. Elizabeth went on more cheerfully, "To tell you the truth, I was thinking of how well the breakfast was."
"And I thanked your mother for it."
On thinking how her mother must have behaved towards Mr. Darcy's appreciation, Elizabeth blushed a little. Her husband perceived her embarrassment, and decided to change the subject by saying, "I also have to thank you for your kindness to my sister."
"As if it were possible not to be kind to such a good girl! And she was so willing to please."
"She has desired a sister all her life. I am sure she will not leave you alone for a second when we meet her again."
"And when shall I have the pleasure of meeting her?"
"She will join us at the Town House next Monday, because she wishes to allow us 'some privacy'. She will be with my aunt; Lady Sophie, colonel Fitzwilliam's mother."
On hearing about "privacy", Elizabeth became red anew and deviated her eyes from his by turning to the window. Darcy noticed this, yet he was not able to think about something that could alleviate her discomfort this time. He remained quiet, studying the buttons of his coat At last, she was able to continue the talk by bringing Georgiana as a subject anew, "Your sister is a lovely sweet girl and seems to be very accomplished as well. But, I am afraid, she is also a little shy."
"Actually, she is very shy! Unfortunately, her shyness has much more increased, added to feelings of insecurity and blame, since the incident in Ramsgate last summer."
"Oh, she is not to blame. She is so young, how could she not be led by a man with such easy manners?"
"Exactly. If more experienced people allowed themselves to be misled by Wickham ," Darcy realised then his mistake, but it was too late - his new wife was already blushing for the third time in less than 30 minutes. Quickly, he mumbled his apologies, "I am sorry, I was not criticising you."
"Do not distress yourself, sir. I am to blame indeed, as I had always fancied myself as proficient at studying others' character, still I failed miserably to notice Mr. Wickham's true disposition."
"As many other people did before. Deplorably, it seems that people tend to judge as possessors of good character the ones who communicate easily and have the ability to boost other people's egos. They do not perceive (or intend not to) how those said 'good characters' may use their charm to hide a mischievous mind and intentions."
"Meanwhile..."
"Meanwhile, reserved people, who can be good or bad, are always believed to be evil, proud and arrogant. Surely, most people are not interested in knowing these ones better, because it may take a long time to establish a satisfactory relationship with the incommunicable fellows - it is easier to judge people in a haste. However, the ones who take the risk of attempting to break the armour of reserved people may be well rewarded, coming to know very good and loyal friends."
Elizabeth grinned, "So that has been life to you and Mr. Wickham, I suppose."
It was Darcy's turn to blush - unconsciously, he had confided to her something which had bothered him for a long time. He had confided to her part of him, and that made him feel somewhat vulnerable. Making an attempt to conceal his unease, he finally commented, "Perhaps you are right, but I would not wish to discuss Mr. Wickham any longer, not on my wedding day."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement, but could not help thinking of which her husband had implied - would it be worth breaking his shell and meet what was behind? The memory of some sweet moments, the ones which could only be from the man who rested behind the armour, came to her mind and made her shiver.
"Are you cold, Elizabeth?" Her shivering was not unnoticed by Darcy.
"No, I am well. I thank you, sir."
Darcy then offered his hand to her and said, "Come, sit here by my side, so that we can warm each other. The journey is still in its middle."
His wife hesitated a little, but finally accepted his offer. He helped her move to his seat and embraced her slowly, pulling her to him carefully. Elizabeth somewhat stiffed but, due to the tiredness, ended up resting her head on his left shoulder, relishing his proximity. Not resisting any longer, she fell asleep on her husband's arms, listening to the horses and the carriage constant sounds, feeling warm and secure than ever.
As it was expected, the carriage stopped in front of the Darcys' elegant Town house before dusk. The staff was already aligned in the main hall, waiting for the new couple. As soon as the butler opened the door Mrs. Hart, the housekeeper, walked to Mr. and Mrs. Darcy in order to congratulate them on the matrimony on behalf of the servants. Afterwards, the new Mrs. Darcy was introduced to the staff and led by Mrs. Hart to the mistress's chamber to refresh and dress for supper.
Through the countless number of doors, Elizabeth and the housekeeper finally reached the chamber. The new Mrs. Darcy could not help gasping discreetly at what she saw: an exquisite and large room, decorated in different shades of light blue and lavender. Everything there, from the delicate draperies in the windows to the small pieces ornamenting the mantelpiece, revealed the richness and refinement of its former occupants. While Mrs. Hart showed to the mistress the bath chamber, the nursery and the door to the master's room, two maids were unpacking Elizabeth's trunks. Having finished the roundabout, Mrs. Hart informed,
"Mrs. Lidow will help you tonight, as your maid will be arriving only tomorrow, ma'am. Do you need anything else, Mrs. Darcy?"
"No, I thank you, Mrs. Hart."
Having bowed to the mistress, the housekeeper left. With Mrs. Lidow's assistance, Elizabeth prepared herself, wearing a cream muslin and having her hair simply arranged, but in a way that enhanced her dark silk locks. Not desiring to leave her husband waiting for long, she left her chamber as soon as she was ready. She became a little afraid of getting lost in the new house, but Darcy was expecting for her at the bottom of the staircase with shining eyes,
"You look remarkably well, Mrs. Darcy." He said in a mockery tone, in an attempt to hide his delight.
"You do not look bad yourself, Mr. Darcy." No, indeed! Lord, how he looks stunning with this dark outfit!
Darcy then took her hand on his, kissing it lightly, and led her to a tour through his favourite rooms in the house: his library, whose selection of books delighted Elizabeth, as well as the music room, where they lingered a little before the supper was announced.
The meal progressed naturally, with the newlyweds exchanging pleasantries about the food. Darcy was glad for responding to Elizabeth's questions about the household, and became even more pleased when she, on answering his question about her chamber, mentioned that everything met her approval and she did not intend to change anything. After having tasted a delicious dessert Cook had especially prepared for the couple's first supper in Town, they decided it was time to prepare for the night and they parted in the corridor upstairs.
Slowly, Elizabeth changed into a white nightgown and loosed her hair. She sat down in her vanity and examined her reflection on the mirror - despite her red cheeks and bright eyes, she looked calm. The night had been splendid, yet the butterflies on her stomach did not let her forget that more was still to come. On picking up the silver hairbrush, in which her new initials ED were engraved, she realised she was trembling. To calm herself down, she walked towards the fireplace and stared at the red flames, paying attention to the crackling of the wood. All of sudden, a knock on the adjoining door to Darcy's chamber was heard, disconcerting her. She breathed deeply and said, "Come in."
The door was open but the gentleman did not enter promptly. Instead, Darcy lingered on the doorframe drinking in the attractive image in front of him - Elizabeth's white nightdress was, together with the light provided by the fireplace, insinuating her sweet curves, igniting him more than if he were actually watching them.
Hardly did he know that his figure was also charming Elizabeth - he was still wearing the same white shirt and dark breeches of the supper, but now in a more informal way, as the coat and the cravat had been left in his chamber, and some buttons were loosened, showing the first inches of his chest. She gulped silently and returned her attention to the fire, telling herself that the warm she was feeling was produced by the heat of the flames. On the corner of her eye, she saw her husband close the door and walk in a feline way inside the chamber, stopping himself in the middle of the room. I can not deny he is very handsome.
"I hope you enjoyed the supper, Elizabeth."
"I did, your Cook is wonderful. Two more weeks of his exquisite meals and I believe I shall have to buy larger clothes."
His eyes ran pleasantly through her body and he stated, "I doubt it."
She felt her cheeks were burning, in opposition to the cold shiver running in her spine. She had to say something, but the words did not reach her mouth.
Still gazing at her, Darcy went on, "I know I shall be repeating myself, but you are enticing!"
The butterflies flew faster on her stomach and she felt dizzy. If she did not challenge him, she would end up succumbing to his power. And so she did, "Are you reciting verses anew, Mr. Darcy? Though I do not recognise who the author is. Only by using poetry from others you can talk about my 'supposed' beauty." She attempted to cross the room towards the window, so that she could escape from his insistent gaze, but he intercepted her by gripping her right hand.
"I do not need to 'borrow' poetry from anyone to talk about how your beauty entices me, ma'am." He then kissed her palm, his lips caressing exquisitely her skin, sending goose bumps through her right arm.
She inhaled deeply and tried to react, by saying, "You derided my beauty when we first met, sir. I do not think you have changed your opinion about me since then."
He pulled her to him and embraced her, their eyes locked, their lips only some inches apart. "I am afraid to tell you that you are absolutely wrong, Mrs. Darcy. Since then, your wit and opinions have astonished me; your voice has charmed me; your eyes have chased me around; your scent has tormented me as well as your soft skin. Since then, only Lord knows how my initial blindness has punished me, has transformed me into your captive." He did not wait for her answer. His lips captured hers and he kissed her ardently. Her dizziness increased and she held on his shoulders, kissing him back. When they finally broke the kiss, he started to stroke her white skin, from her earlobe to her shoulder, murmuring,
"That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!"*
Elizabeth felt that her knees were too weak and her body was not obeying to her anymore. He then took her in his arms and led her to the bed. That night there was no master, no slave - only two souls that once united, would never be torn apart again.
*Sonnet LVIII, by Shakespeare