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Chapter 36

Posted on 2013-01-21

Lord Braunfield and Lizzy left the admiring crowd behind them in the park, and settled into the carriage, sitting side by side. She turned to him at once, and attended to the wound on his face with grave concern. As she pressed her silk kerchief to wipe away the blood, she found her hands were shaking violently. The tremors spread quickly to her limbs, and then to her entire body as well. She tried to steady herself, but to her distress, she could not do so. Hot tears accompanied these waves of sudden fear, and she could not choke them back either.

William cared not of his own injuries. His entire mind was upon her welfare. He pulled her into his arms, and spoke in a low, soothing tone. "Everything is fine now . . . it was a most frightful experience . . . you were so brave . . . jumping in to rescue me without a thought for your own safety. . ."

"The mob was in such a frenzy. . ." She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

"No harm will come to you now," he reassured her.

"I am . . . not crying . . . for my own self," she protested between sobs.

He drew an incredulous breath. "Are these tears . . . for me?"

She exclaimed, in equal awe and admonishment, "Must you always be so recklessly brave - leaping into harm's way to save little boys and young queens?"

He ignored her question, but persisted in his own. His fingers traced the tears, still flowing down her soft cheek, and asked again, with renewed hope in his voice. "Are these tears truly meant for me? You do care about me then?"
She was silent. He continued, speaking very softly, as if he was afraid to startle her. "Dare I hope to think that you do . . . perhaps . . . requite my love . . . if only . . . just a bit?"

"Oh, William! I do love you," she sobbed, burying her face in his chest as she clutched onto him more fiercely. "I love you so terribly!"

Her confession of love was muffled by his waistcoat, but he heard her clearly enough. It was his turn to tremble and wonder. The waves of absolute happiness that washed over him were overwhelming. He had never felt such sensations before. How tormented he had been, suffering unrequited love for her for so long? Now, he felt marvelous - all the pain from his various cuts and bruises seemed to fade away into insignificance. The world around him seemed supremely fine as well!

He clasped her to him, holding her closer and more lovingly than he had ever held anyone in his arms before. He bent his head, resting his uninjured cheek against hers as he murmured words of endearment - words which he had held back until this moment.

She was far too shy to speak. She reveled in the glory of his declarations in silent contentment, and sighed happily in his arms.

Too soon did the carriage arrive at the palatial Paxton Hall. The faithful footmen were attentive and efficient, but Lord Braunfield did not entrust his beloved Elizabeth to the hands of anyone but his own. After alighting from the carriage - his movements hampered somewhat by his present injuries - he reached to help her. The servants were astonished by the bloodstains upon the viscount's face and clothing, and stood staring at him in stunned silence. Their eyes were soon drawn to the lovely Miss Darcy. They bowed solemnly - for they were already in the firm belief that she was the affianced bride of their young master. The future Viscountess of Braunfield deserved every respect.

Lizzy managed to keep a dignified composure, but her deep blushes betrayed her true emotions. She leaned against Lord Braunfield instinctively for his strength and guidance as she mounted the grand steps. He put his arm firmly around her waist, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do, and escorted her into the mansion. Over his shoulder, he called out short but clear instructions to his servants, and dismissed them to their duties with a lordly wave.

Longing to have a moment of privacy with his beloved Elizabeth - before the inevitable intrusion from his parents and Dr. Dewhurst - he led her directly into the library, and closed the door firmly behind them.

"Now, my truest darling, refuse me if you must, but know well that I shall die a thousand deaths if you do not consent to be my wife," he said urgently, without preamble, as he gathered her back into his arms.

Her dark eyes met his own, luminous with love. What a valiant man he had proven to be! In a half-hearted protest, she whispered, "I do not deserve you."

William shook his head in vigorous disagreement, and said simply. "I was the one who had to prove myself worthy of you. In marrying me, you will the one making the great sacrifices - a life in close proximity to my overbearing mother is not a fate you heartily wish for, I am sure."

"Lady Paxton thinks the world of you. I do not wish to cause an estrangement between mother and son."

"My mother does love me in her own peculiar way, but I would gladly turn my back on her and the rest of the world if you would only marry me," he declared with fierce determination.

She shook her head ruefully. "It will be a very tragic loss if you do turn your back on the world. You have so much to offer - such great potential to do good in the service of your fellow men. . . Oh, William. . . I . . . cannot . . . marry you for such a high price."

"You cannot marry me?" His deep voice shook with raw emotion. He cupped her face, and said with quiet demand, "Look at me directly, and tell me that you do not love me, that you do not wish to share your life with me, that you care not how I shall fare without you being my inspiration, and indeed, my life blood! Oh, Elizabeth! If you do love me - why are you unwilling to fight for the glorious happiness that awaits us? Oh, my darling! Be not afraid!"

She met his intense gaze with a heart-rending cry. "My dearest - do not accuse me of cowardice. I refused you only because I thought it was best for you. I do love you! And I shall fight for our happiness as valiantly as you."

He swallowed hard, being near tears himself. "I have no fonder wish than to be your husband. Your father has already given me his blessings. Now grant me the infinite joy and honor, and please say yes to me! Be mine, my Kindred Spirit, my wife."

She looked at him intently, as if she wished to etch this precious moment forever in her mind. She smiled then, the brightest of smiles, her fine eyes shone with love.

"Oh, yes! A hundred thousand times yes, my heart!" came her unequivocal answer. All lingering traces of doubts had vanished. She knew now that she could never live without him.

The exalted happiness on William's face easily matched hers. Yet, he did not move to kiss her. Lizzy suddenly realized that this particular kiss was for her to grant. She touched the cut on his cheek with aching tenderness, and kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle and shy kiss, but one which held the promise of love and the pledge of a future together.

She rested her face contently upon his chest, and embraced him close. He sighed with relief and laughter, the serenity in his heart was something he had never felt before. He had waited so long for this miraculous moment. He could scarcely find the words to express his joy.

Before he could speak, she said with a teasing laugh, her mirthful spirit entirely restored. "Will you continue to indulge me presently, my darling? I believe I owe you yet another kiss - and I must repay my long over-due debts."

He heartily granted her his consent. She kissed him again, this time more boldly than before.

"I believe this was the kiss you had meant to bestow upon me that evening in your father's library - after Ashbourne tried to leave the imprint of his signet ring upon my poor face," he quipped good-humoredly.

"Perhaps," she admitted with a soft laugh. "Or perhaps not. I shall not perjure myself in answering you with great details, my darling. Indeed, I shall take my mother's advice, and simply state: In such cases, a good memory is unpardonable."

He laughed - a strong and pleasant sound, a preamble to their great happiness together. "I have waited so torturously long for that kiss, but I have no regrets. I love you, Elizabeth."

"As do I," as she allowed herself the liberty to kiss him yet again - this time with a kiss that signified she was unquestionably his. He returned her kisses with fervent ones of his own - expressing the true sentiments of his heart which he had hidden so long for her sake.

"William! What is the meaning of this?" gasped Lady Paxton as she came into the room, and found the young couple standing in the middle of the room, entwined in each other's arms. The bitter shock upon her face was immense. She was so angry that she could not immediately speak. Even the sight of her son's obvious injuries did not induce any motherly inquiries. Her attention was directed vehemently towards the young woman in his arms.

"Mother - I must give you the most joyous news. Miss Darcy has consented to marry me at long last," said Lord Braunfield proudly. He had released Lizzy from his ardent embrace, but retained his protective hold upon her shoulder.

Lord Paxton, who was behind his wife, bellowed out a roar of great exultation.

"How exceedingly wonderful, my dear boy!"

Looking worriedly at the dried blood upon his son's face, his lordship added hastily, "We just heard the incredible news - of the assassination attempt upon Her Majesty's life. It seemed that you were in the very midst of it - heroically catching the culprit in his fiendish act."

"I tried, but others helped as well," replied William modestly. Turning his mind back to the most vital matter at hand, he said, "With your permission, Father, I would like Elizabeth to name the date and place of our wedding. I have already obtained a Special License from the Bishop several weeks ago. . ."

At such words, Lizzy exclaimed incredulously, "Several weeks ago? Before your formal courtship of me? Impossible!"

William turned to her, and smiled brightly, "As your brother Alexander can vouch for me, my intentions towards you have always been honorable. I obtained the special marriage license the morning after the Gardiner's Ball. . ." He paused briefly, images of their unforgettable moonlit tête-à-tête filled his mind. He saw the look on Lizzy's face, and shared a private smile with her. However confused her feelings were for him when they shared those memorable kisses under the flowering arbor, his heart was already committed to her entirely.

"Unbeknownst to you, I asked your father for your hand in marriage soon afterwards, but he was unwilling to force you into such an arrangement unless your own heart gave its consent."

"As I do now," whispered Lizzy in the deepest blush, heartily sorry that she had put him through so much suffering on her behalf.

"Indeed!" confirmed William in exaltation.

Lord Paxton stepped forward to clasp Lizzy's delicate hands in his, and said joyously, "Welcome, my dear daughter! Welcome to our family!"

Amidst such expostulations of joy from those around her, Lady Paxton finally regained her composure. With the frostiest of tone, she said imperiously, "Not so hasty! I shall not tolerate this proposed union."

Turning her attention fully to her son, her ladyship said, "Do not be blinded by her feminine arts and allurements. My dear son, do you not see how awful it will be to ally your fate to such an impertinent, imprudent, and selfish girl? She has insulted me repeatedly. For shame, William, do you not know your filial duty and responsibility?"

"I know my duties well, Mother. I shall obey my Father's stern commands wholeheartedly. I shall prove myself the worthy husband of Miss Elizabeth Darcy - the young lady whom Father has long deemed my ideal spouse," replied William placidly.

Lord Paxton affirmed his son's sentiments. "Yes, indeed," said his lordship repeatedly, nodding his head with vigorous approval.

"Arthur! You are truly in your dotage," muttered Lady Paxton disgustedly.

William met his mother's fury with a disarming smile, but spoke his mind with an ultimatum.

"If it were not for Miss Darcy's courageous and timely intervention this afternoon, you might not have a son anymore. My dear Mother, you have a very simple choice before you. Embrace Elizabeth as your daughter with an open mind and a welcoming heart, or suffer bitter estrangement from your only son from this day forth. Do not force me to choose, Mother, for my final decision will not be the one that you desire."

Lady Paxton fumed in vehement anger, but she held her tongue. She saw her own defeat as clearly as she could see the happiness in her son's eyes. She realized that William would not hesitate to choose the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Darcy over her in a heartbeat. If she were to retain any vestige of his filial affections, she would have to abide by his wishes.

With agonizing slowness, Lady Paxton reached out to Lizzy with a gesture of decorous reconciliation. "My dear Eliza, it seems that I owe you my greatest thanks for saving my son's life today."

"There is no need to thank me, your ladyship. My own selfish reasons prompted me to be brave," conceded Lizzy honestly.

Lady Paxton smiled awkwardly, and added with acid sweetness, "I am glad you did not make the promise that I beseeched you to make the other day, or you would be forced to break your oath. Moreover, I hope you will overlook the ungracious mutterings of an over-worried but doting mother during our little conversation. Surely, an over-abundance of motherly love can never be faulted as an offense?"

"It is all forgotten. Every hen must defend her own chick," allowed Lizzy generously. She could feel William's grateful smile upon her without seeing it. If Lady Paxton was lacking in sincerity and genuine affection, her darling William's abiding love was more than enough compensation. She was confident she could tolerate her ladyship with civility and cheerful forbearance, although she doubted if she could ever cultivate the same degree of familial affections she already felt for the amiable Lord Paxton.

Lizzy turned to look at William. His meaningful smile enveloped her as if he had taken her once more into his strong arms, entreating her to overlook his mother's unforgivable rudeness.

The meeting of true minds and matching of kindred hearts had made words unnecessary between them. A mere look or touch could convey volumes of their private thoughts, without fears or prejudices. She knew he would love and honor her with every fiber of his being, and vice versa. She returned his smile readily, and sealed her solemn promise to him with a silent but determined nod.

June 14th 1840 Trinity Sunday
Derbyshire

The twin daughters of Mr. & Mrs. James Darcy were duly baptized with the rites of the Church of England. The christening ceremony of Viola and Rosalind, held at the family parish church at Kympton, was well attended by beloved family and cherished friends of the parents. Rev. Castleton of Kympton and Rev. Ferrars of Delaford - both clergymen being the great-uncles of the honored infants - officiated.

With Lord Braunfield attentively close by her side, Lizzy observed the solemn ceremony with great interest. The young couple was now formally betrothed; their engagement blessed by their respective parents, and their wedding date was now fixed in September. Lizzy indulged in a fanciful thought or two as she admired the infants with their proud parents. In a few years or so, she would most likely be a mother as well, with her own child being baptized. She stole a glance at her beloved William, and found him contemplating the same subject. Wordlessly, he reached for her hand - his tender gesture being well hidden under the pages of the Bible which he had placed strategically between them. Lizzy struggled to maintain her dignified countenance whilst her heart rejoiced at his cherished touch. She stole another glance at him, and was rewarded with his brilliant smile. He leaned ever so slightly against her, conscious of the proper decorum at this holy place of worship, but wishing to defy its rules for a moment the sake of expressing his devotion to her.

Lord Ashbourne was, perhaps, the only unhappy guest at the christening celebration. He had completed his first assigned task, and had received a grave nod of approval from Mr. Darcy. Understandably, the viscount was impatient to undertake another test of his character. At this slow pace, he mused, it would be years before he would gain Mr. Darcy's approval for Jane's hand in marriage.

At the earliest convenience, Lord Ashbourne entreated Mr. Darcy to a private talk. The latter agreed, and invited him to his study shortly after tea.

"Sir," said Lord Ashbourne as soon as the door was closed. "Do not keep me in suspense. Please give me the list of the remaining eleven Herculean tasks, and I shall complete them as quickly and as satisfactorily as I can."

"You are being very impatient," remarked Mr. Darcy, waving him to a chair nearby. "Patience is a virtue, and you must learn to cultivate such a sterling quality along with the many merits you already possess."

"Yes, sir," nodded Thomas with humility, inwardly rejoicing that Mr. Darcy held no prejudice towards his merits. He remained standing, rigidly erect like a vigilant sentry.

Mr. Darcy did not take his seat either. Instead, he took a step closer, and scrutinized the younger man before him. He seemed to be taking stock of him, but the look upon his solemn face was unreadable.

After a long silence, Mr. Darcy said, "Thomas, I shall give you a bit of good news. My wife suggested that I should consider your sojourn at Ridgemont the satisfactory completion of another Herculean task. After much pondering, I find I must concur with her."

"Thank you, sir," replied Thomas, his brooding face at once brightened by a grateful smile. "And now, regarding my next assignment?"

"Patience. . ." admonished Mr. Darcy gently.

"How can I be patient, sir? What tasks can I ever perform that will surpass any of Braunfield's feats of daring and heroism?"

"You are being tested for your own strength of character, Thomas," said Mr. Darcy reasonably. "You are not being measured against Lord Braunfield."

"Sir, you cannot deny that there is a certain temptation to make such a comparison. Two young men, formerly arrogant and selfish, are now repentant sinners, each hoping to marry one of your beloved daughters," insisted Lord Ashbourne. "Braunfield has undeniably proved his worth, and earned the seal of high approval from Her Majesty in the process. The royal physician was sent to attend to his injuries, summons to the palace for a private dinner with the royal couple, and a decree for a knighthood in recognition of his gallantry. . . Braunfield has earned his accolades rightfully and deservedly. I admire him greatly."

"Yet, you feel you have fallen short when measured against Lord Braunfield?" asked Mr. Darcy with a compassionate smile.

"Yes, indeed. I fall severely short," confessed Lord Ashbourne.

"I think not," said Mr. Darcy benevolently. "Lord Braunfield happened upon extraordinary circumstances, and did his duty well. The rest of us - well, we lead a more mundane life in the country. In your quiet and unassuming ways, you have accomplished a good deal already. I particularly approve of the new school you have established to meet the growing population."

"As the patronage of my family continue to expand, so does the scope of my obligations," stated Lord Ashbourne solemnly.

"The burdens of duty are great, but the rewards are equally so," said Mr. Darcy in agreement, reflecting once again how fortunate he was to have his beloved Elizabeth as his wife. She had certainly lightened his many burdens as Master of Pemberley these many years by her steadfast love.

"More importantly," continued Mr. Darcy, "you have already earned the love of my daughter Jane. Perhaps, I should credit that singular achievement as another Herculean task well done."

Thomas inclined his head with a grateful nod. "My dearest Jane is far too kind to me."

"Perhaps she is," said Mr. Darcy, "but I shall hold my peace on that score. Be thankful that it did not take an unruly mob for your beloved one to realize her heart."

Both men were silent for a moment, each with his own imaginings of the incredible attempt upon Queen Victoria's life. From what they could glean from the newspapers, and from Lizzy's narration, it unfolded like a dramatic play.

Lord Braunfield was modesty itself. He had shrugged off all praise, and claimed instead that he did whatever the next fellow would have done in his place, that by sheer luck, he was able to thwart the assassin's deadly intention. In contrast, of course, his Elizabeth was the most extraordinary heroine. Of her bravery in rescuing him from the angry mob, Lord Braunfield's praises were effusive and frequent. He could never say enough of her goodness.

Lord Ashbourne was the first to break their pensive silence. "Sir, may I choose my next task?"

Mr. Darcy met his unflinching gaze, and said graciously, "I am always open to ideas."

"May the next daunting task be one that will last a lifetime. Sir, allow me to prove myself a worthy husband to Jane; and if we are blessed with children, a devoted father as well. I shall gladly submit myself to the closest scrutiny - moving here to Pemberley to live under the same roof if you must keep an eye on me. Please, sir, I beg of you to consider it."

"Very clever of you to circumvent events," said Mr. Darcy sternly. "Did my daughter put you up to this?"

"No, sir. Jane suggested another way. . . she wanted to elope with me," confessed Thomas.

"Doubtlessly inspired by Lady Julia Berringworth's imperious boldness," remarked Mr. Darcy. The name brought back many awkward memories of Lord Ashbourne's past. "Pray tell, when will your elopement take place? My daughter is an intelligent and resourceful young lady. She is of legal age, and must have a definite plan in mind already."

"We . . . er . . . Jane wants to elope to Scotland tonight if you do not give us your consent," stammered Lord Ashbourne. "My family's castle will serve as our home until you choose to welcome us back."

"My hand is being forced then," frowned Mr. Darcy. "Perhaps I should lock my daughter away in the proverbial ivory tower for her own protection?"

Lord Ashbourne thought he caught a glint of mirthful laughter in Mr. Darcy's dark eyes, but he dismissed the idea immediately. The matter at hand was far too serious for trivial speculation.

"Sir, I promise you, no elopement will ever take place! You have my word of honor - however tarnished it may be."

"Yes, a bit tarnished, but certainly redeemable," allowed Mr. Darcy generously. "Thomas, I shall consider your request only if you truly understand what it means to be a worthy husband to my daughter. You must be strong - in mind and body - to be her protector, yet kind and gentle enough to be her lover, steadfast and true to be her most faithful friend. In life, no one is spared from sorrows and sufferings, however great your blessings may be. Cherish Jane as you would your next breath, for she would do no less for you."

"I shall, and much more if you will teach me, sir," vowed Lord Ashbourne solemnly. "You will find in me an eager and obedient pupil."

"I am still learning valuable lessons from my own wife," said Mr. Darcy candidly. He turned his head instinctively towards the door, for he had sensed his wife's presence even before she opened the door to enter. At the sight of her, he brightened visibly.

A grandmother thrice, and my dearest Lizzy as never looked more lovely as ever! Her fine eyes never brighter! Mr. Darcy regarded his wife with much appreciation.

Mrs. Darcy approached her husband with graceful dignity. She touched his hand as she said apologetically, "I regret the intrusion, but our guests await you, and our own children are rather anxious as well."

Mr. Darcy smiled as Jane came into the room with her own siblings in tow. Lord Braunfield was with them, for Lizzy had insisted upon his company. He looked rather embarrassed, as if he felt the impropriety of his presence at a private discussion amongst the Darcys. Until formal wedding vows, he was not an integral part of the family.

Jane looked anxiously at her beloved Thomas before she turned to her father, and said simply, "Papa?"

"A vexing situation, is it not, my dear child?" stated Mr. Darcy with an amused glint in his eyes. "Should I bundle you off to a secured place with your stalwart brothers serving as guards, or should I consider Lord Ashbourne's request to choose his next own lifelong test of character?"

"I stand ready to do your bidding, Father," declared James as he flexed his powerful fists. "As will my brother, I am sure."

Alexander suppressed a laugh, and said confidently, "No need for dramatics, James. I doubt if our cousin will ever forget the lesson you taught him so painfully well at Beauchamp."

"You are generous to a fault," complained James, although it was obvious that he truly appreciated having such a fine brother.

Mr. Darcy looked inquiringly at his wife, but received a demure smile from her instead. "You know my mind. The final judgment belongs to you."

Her mother's words convinced Jane that she had a formidable ally. She muttered a silent prayer as she awaited her father's verdict.

"May I make a suggestion, Papa?" Lizzy chimed in brightly, her irrepressible spirit more emboldened than ever.

"Yes?" allowed Mr. Darcy patiently.

"A double wedding - my dear sister and I shall share the happiest day of our lives, just like Mama and Aunt Jane did," Lizzy declared as she clasped her elder sister's hands. "Papa, by your own experience, you must admit it would be expedient, and very pleasing to all parties concerned."

"Lizzy, you are being presumptuous," reprimanded Mr. Darcy with a stern frown, but his voice held a note of habitual indulgence he favored towards his youngest offspring. "Judging from the look upon Lord Braunfield's face, it is doubtless that you have yet to consult with your affianced husband with this sudden change of plans for your own wedding, if indeed, a double wedding were to take place."

"Sir, whatever is pleasing to my bride is pleasing to me," laughed Lord Braunfield jovially. He was willing to accommodate Lizzy's every whim, even if it meant that he had to share their glorious day with another couple. He looked upon Lord Ashbourne with compassionate eyes, and felt a bond of brotherhood. He had been in the same shoes before, teetering between agony and ecstatic joy. His future rested upon the critical decision by the formidable Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley.

"I have yet to give my consent for Jane to wed," reminded Mr. Darcy. His dark eyes surveyed the tidy group before him. With the exception of James, all present was united in their support of Lord Ashbourne.

"Papa! How can you refuse when Jane and Thomas are so well matched for each other?" persisted Lizzy, the unlikely champion of her former suitor. "In temperament and habits, perhaps they are a better pairing than William and I. Surely, you would not wish to stand in the way of their happiness!"

"Lizzy!" came James's soft growl of protest. He eyed Lord Braunfield with disapproval as well - seeing how indulgent the viscount was behaving. Lizzy's words brought nary a frown, but open smiles upon his lordship's face. Alexander suppressed a hearty laugh, whilst Lord Ashbourne looked upon her with genuine gratitude.

At last, Mr. Darcy cleared his throat, and said directly to Lord Ashbourne. "You may regret the choice of Pemberley as your primary abode. As my wife may testify, I am not always an easy creature to live with under the same roof."

It took a long moment for the true significance of Mr. Darcy's words to take root. Suddenly, the assembled group broke out in cries of rejoicing. Lizzy embraced her sister before releasing her to the grateful arms of Lord Ashbourne. James sighed in resignation, with Alexander patting him on the back with brotherly reassurance.

In the midst of this celebration, Mrs. Darcy took her husband's arm, and led him a small distance away from their children.

"Thank you, Will," she said simply, her fine eyes lustrous with heartfelt joy.

"Lord Ashbourne, like Lord Braunfield, is a young man with obvious flaws, but he has a solidly decent nature and a good heart. I would be a hypocrite if I welcomed Braunfield into our family, and denied Ashbourne his fair chance at redemption. With the steadfast love of a true lady like our daughter, he may yet achieve his full potential."

"I shall say a fervent Amen," smiled Mrs. Darcy. Her mere smile could bring such a sense of happiness to her husband, and he gladly basked in its familiar warmth.

He lifted her hand, and kissed it tenderly before pressing it against his heart. "I am a benefactor of your feminine graces, my dearest and loveliest Elizabeth, and I have learned as much from you these past decades. I only pray that you truly know how deeply and ardently I admire and love you!"

"I do," whispered Mrs. Darcy, blushing as she did on her own wedding day. The prayers and well wishes of their friends and family had been answered a thousand times throughout the years. Theirs was a marriage of true minds, a lifetime of abiding friendship and faithful love. Life with this best of men - Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley - was truly wonderful beyond words.

"Such rejoicing! A double wedding!" exclaimed Lizzy as she jubilantly as she kissed her parents affectionately. Her sister Jane joined them, smiling brightly, but silently demure as any blushing bride should comport herself.

"Yes, indeed," replied Mr. Darcy indulgently. "Now, my dearest Mrs. Darcy, take our daughters and make the grand plans. By your leave, I shall endeavor to be better acquainted with our future sons."

Turning to Lord Braunfield and Lord Ashbourne, Mr. Darcy said with a smile, "Gentlemen, do you care for fishing?"

The pair of noblemen nodded their affirmation vigorously. If they were not avid anglers already, they very soon would be!

Chapter 37

Posted on 2013-02-14

Pemberley

James Darcy bid his time, and waited patiently for his father to return from his fishing excursion with Lord Braunfield and Lord Ashbourne. He could not comprehend why his father had given his consent for Jane to wed so soon. Did he not promise twelve Herculean tasks of his own device to test the character of Lord Ashbourne? As far as James could see, only two or three of such tasks had been completed.

James voiced his objections to Alexander, and concluded, "Father wouldn't have given his consent if Lizzy didn't pull at his heartstrings so persistently. Her plea for a double wedding has undoubtedly stirred up nostalgic memories of his own wedding day. . ."

Alexander considered his younger brother's words. After a long moment, he said, "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps all of us have been being swept away by such great tidings of joy."

"Perhaps I am right?" exclaimed James in exasperation. "I know I am absolutely right! For goodness' sake, how can we honestly allow Ashbourne to wed our sister after so brief a courtship?"

When Alexander remained silent, James persisted, "The path of true love is not an easy one. Braunfield endured months of tumultuous courtship with Lizzy. You suffered - for a very long while - before you won the precious heart of Isabella. Father had to overcome rejection and months of heartache before Mother finally realized his sterling character. In my own peculiar way, I have suffered for love as well. "

His elder brother regarded him thoughtfully; a slow smile appeared on his face. In his agitation, James mistook the smile for mockery. "You think I am being obstinate? That I should not challenge the judgment of our father?"

Alexander shook his head, and explained, "No, James, I am rather impressed by your sagacity. And I am proud that you are not afraid to speak your mind."

It was James's turn to smile. His admiration for Alexander was to such a degree that it was akin to hero-worship. It gladdened his heart immensely to hear such genuine words of praise from his elder brother.

"Then we must stand firmly together to urge our formidable father to listen to Reason," implored James.

Mr. Darcy overheard James's words as he strolled into the library. He regarded the determined looks of both sons, and said placidly, "Pray tell, am I so formidable that it requires two steadfast sons to stand shoulder to shoulder to plead their case? Why would I not listen to Reason? I believe myself to be quite a reasonable man - in general."

Mr. Darcy paused, and added with a benevolent smile, "Perhaps you beg to differ?"

"Oh no, sir!" replied his sons in unison.

Alexander took the lead, and explained, "James was voicing his lingering concerns regarding Lord Ashbourne."

"Are we so certain of Ashbourne's regards for Jane? Is she more than a consolation prize - after his French mistress, our sister Lizzy, and the bride who jilted him to elope with someone else?" added James vehemently. "Jane should be loved and cherished as a treasure beyond compare!"

Mr. Darcy replied, "These vital questions have been raised, and answered. I believe Thomas's love for Jane is sincere, and the repentance for his past sins is genuine."

James, however, was getting increasingly agitated. "Why the rush to the altar? Prudence should rule the day!"

Mr. Darcy regarded James steadily, "I am very pleased to see such maturity in you."

James sensed the unspoken meaning behind Mr. Darcy's words of praise. James smiled sheepishly, and confessed, "Yes, I was a mad fool myself - making a dash to the altar with Miranda against your wishes. I am very blessed though, for my marriage has not resulted in folly, but has brought such happiness instead. . . My dear wife is content with me - with all my flaws and fallibility."

"Flaws and fallibility are part of the human condition. We must embrace our loved ones - with all their warts and glories," said Mr. Darcy. "So, James, what course of action then? I have already given my consent for Jane and Thomas to wed."

"By all means, delay their wedding date!" urged James. He added with bemused laugh, "A double wedding would be too hard to manage anyhow! With both bridegrooms being heirs to an earldom, I doubt if we could accommodate all the distinguished guests at church, or even at Pemberley itself!"

Mr. Darcy smiled placidly, "I am certain your Mama will manage everything perfectly with her usual aplomb. There is no task too daunting for her. Indeed, I believe she fancies a challenge now and then."

"But I dread to imagine Lady Paxton and Lady Matlock having to share the day of glory with each other," remarked Alexander.

Mr. Darcy held up his hand in resignation. "I shall take your concerns into consideration, and seek your mother's advice tonight. Now, let us rejoin our family and guests for dinner. Our cook Mrs. Childers has promised such culinary delights with the fresh trout we caught this afternoon."

Mrs. Darcy greeted her husband with a tender kiss as he came into their bedchamber later that night.

"Something is amiss," she stated plainly as she caressed his face. "You seemed distracted and unhappy behind your cordial smiles at dinner tonight. Pray tell, what is the matter?"

Mr. Darcy unburdened his mind, and concluded with a rueful shake of his head. "I must confess that I agree with James. I have given my consent too quickly, and I sincerely regret that I did not exercise my better judgment. Our son James is a wiser man than I in this matter. It is not easy for me to admit that I am wrong - but there you have it."

After a moment's pause, he added, "Perhaps my mind has been pre-occupied by Lord Rodham's legal claim against me." He carried the tormented look of a man who seldom failed himself.

Mrs. Darcy moved to embrace him, and said earnestly, "Oh, my darling Will. I must share equal blame. I should have urged our daughter to be more patient, and not to threaten an elopement with Lord Ashbourne. You certainly have your hands full lately."

She hesitated for a moment, not entirely certain that it was an appropriate time to discuss legal matters. "Surely Lord Rodham cannot justify his ownership claims on Ridgemont after his default on the loan?"

Mr. Darcy made no reply. He drew his wife closer, rested his cheek against hers, and held her in thoughtful silence. They stood thusly, matching heartbeat to heartbeat, drawing comfort from each other, and savoring the simple pleasure of being together.

"Do not burden yourself about Lord Rodham. All will be resolved in good time. . ." said Mr. Darcy at last. "And I shall speak to Jane and Thomas in the morning. I will not withdraw my consent, but there will be no double wedding."

"Your decision will certainly lighten my burden. Lizzy's wedding will be on a grand scale. I shall need a great deal of patience in dealing with Lady Paxton," replied Mrs. Darcy.

"You have my full support and sympathy, my darling," said Mr. Darcy. "I can well imagine the myriads of difficulties being caused by Lady Paxton. She seems to take great delight in finding faults in everything . . . and with everyone in general."

"Yes, indeed. Her ladyship has even found cause to be upset with her own son lately."

"The root cause of Lady Paxton's irritability is quite simple - she no longer commands William's undivided attention," observed Mr. Darcy.

He caressed his wife's face tenderly, and added, "I hold the original Elizabeth in my arms, and I can readily attest that she is in all my thoughts and dreams - constantly, without any abatement. I am quite certain that young Braunfield feels the same about his own Elizabeth."

"Such gallant testimony!" smiled Mrs. Darcy as she gave him a brief but appreciative kiss. "I may find the need to call upon you to stand as my protective shield against her ladyship. I can envision many skirmishes to come."

"Lizzy told me of her recent tête-à-tête with Lady Paxton - it was much like the confrontation you had to endure with my Aunt Catherine - and as bravely borne as you did." He paused to kiss her, as if he wished to assuage any lingering unpleasantness from that encounter some three decades ago. "Lady Paxton will doubtlessly prove to be a very difficult mother-in-law. I am glad that our daughter has inherited your strong mind and resilient spirit - she will need to foster a great sense of forbearance to maintain domestic felicity."

"Indeed," concurred Mrs. Darcy. "When we were planning the guest list, her ladyship maintained the appearance of cordiality, but her eyes were like daggers. I believe she has yet to forgive me for stealing you away from her so long ago. Her resentment runs deep."

"Stealing me away from her?" replied Mr. Darcy with an incredulous laugh. "Oh, my dearest and loveliest Elizabeth! As you well know, I never had the slightest design upon Caroline Bingley! I only tolerated her because of my deep friendship with Bingley. I never courted her, and always conducted myself with proper decorum whenever I was in her company."

"But Caroline Bingley adored you - and she still does . . . in her own way," said Mrs. Darcy placidly. "In all honesty, I cannot blame her - as the object of her unrequited affections is so remarkable a man."

"Now, her only son is marrying our youngest daughter. . . And Lizzy is the very image of you. Poor Caroline!" said Mr. Darcy compassionately.

"I dare say her ladyship does not want our pity," stated Mrs. Darcy.

"Yes," agreed Mr. Darcy. "Do take pity on your poor husband instead!"

In reply, she laughed merrily as she held his beloved face between her hands, and bestowed a lingering kiss upon his lips. Her loving touch was like a healing balm. He sighed contently, his weariness dissipated, and the equilibrium of his world was soon restored.

The newly found equilibrium of Lord Ashbourne's world was severely disturbed. Mr. Darcy had made up his mind, and would not yield. Jane protested, but to no avail.

The initial plans for a grand double wedding - the bridal dresses, the celebratory feast, the guests, the bridal tour, etc. - had been discussed with such great enthusiasm by the Darcy sisters the previous day. A sense of grave disappointment followed Mr. Darcy's declaration.

"My love," said Lord Ashbourne as he held Jane's hand reassuringly when they sat together in the garden. "Although I loathe enduring a long engagement, I can readily comprehend why your father still holds such misgivings for our union. I cannot blame him at all."

"Yes," replied Jane, trying her utmost to mask her own disappointment. "And I have faithfully promised my parents that we will not make a mad dash to Gretna Green after all."

"I thought an elopement would be a foolhardy thing to do when you first suggested it, my darling. . . Perhaps I can make better use of our long engagement to earn your father's trust. This talk about Lord Rodham. . . I can surely offer my help to your father."

"Perhaps you can clarify things for me," replied Jane. "It has been so long ago - I cannot readily recall how my father acquired the ownership of a coal mine in Northumberland!"

"Some time ago, Lord Rodham borrowed a very large sum of money from your father, and he pledged Ridgemont as collateral. Ridgemont was operating at a great loss already - to make matters worse, the overseer absconded with all the money and vanished to distant shores. When Rodham defaulted, your father became the legal owner of Ridgemont. Rodham made a hasty run to the Continent, and has recently returned to England after a long absence."

"Then, why is Lord Rodham making the outrageous claim that he is the rightful owner of Ridgemont? Why is he pursuing the legal proceedings against my father?"

"I am not familiar with the details of the case, but if the papers signed by your father with Lord Rodham were not properly drawn up, Rodham might have discovered some room for legal maneuvering. I have heard of legal contracts being undone because of some very minor clerical errors, such as discrepancies in dates or descriptions of legal entities," replied Lord Ashbourne. "I do not have any formal legal training, but I have been working with my father's stewards regarding our family's estate and its management, and I have some knowledge of contracts and conveyances. Ridgemont has been transformed - I have witnessed it in my sojourn there. Under the very capable management of your brother and his foreman Mr. Goodwin, much of the underlying debts have been cured, and Ridgemont is now operating at a modest profit. By all accounts, its prospect will continue to improve."

"I have visited Ridgemont as well - in the company of my cousins a couple of summers ago," replied Jane. "We all saw the amazing results from the prodigious care my brother has devoted to his stewardship of Ridgemont."

"Ridgemont is now too tempting a prize for someone like Lord Rodham to ignore - especially if he is in dire straits financially," stated Lord Ashbourne worriedly.

He did not add that the new Lady Rodham - the former Madam Chloe St. Pierre - might have been the instigator for such a wild claim. The vixen was conniving and vengeful enough to stir up trouble. A substantial amount of money and assets were at stake here - vexing schemes could be hatched by unscrupulous minds, and it could result in creating quite a web of legal entanglements. If so, Rodham might be able to force a monetary compensation from Mr. Darcy in exchange for a swift settlement out of court. Ashbourne's blood boiled to contemplate such a grim prospect.

"Why would Papa loan money to such a man in the first place?" wondered Jane.

"My father has informed me that Lord Rodham was an old school chum of your father's. He was a rather promising young man until he became a victim to dice, women and drink. Apparently, your father was unaware of Rodham's vices when the loan was made."

"Papa is always far too generous in helping others over the years," remarked Jane. Thoughts of the most unworthy Mr. George Wickham came to mind.

"Since Braunfield will soon be away for his bridal tour, and your brothers are occupied with estate matters, I think I should stand by your father, and offer him my support."

"An excellent way to earn my Papa's trust," agreed Jane.

"I sincerely hope so. Earning your father's trust is my fervent wish," admitted Lord Ashbourne with humility.

"And so you shall," said Jane. "Have faith! I shall speak with Papa."

Chapter 38

September 1840

Pemberley

"Are you well pleased, my lord?" inquired Owen anxiously. The valet took prodigious care in performing his duties; he would certainly not fail his lordship now.

Lord Braunfield regarded his own reflection in the mirror with a critical eye. This was the most important day of his life, and he wished to look his best.

"My good man, the more vital question is: whether my bride will be well pleased with me?" replied Lord Braunfield with a jovial smile. "I only hope when Miss Elizabeth Darcy walks down the church aisle this day, the very sight of me waiting at the altar would not cast any doubt in her mind regarding her choice of spouse. Admittedly, there are numerous worthy gallants amongst her admirers, perhaps better men than I. . ."

"But certainly none as handsome as your lordship," protested Owen loyally. The faithful valet brushed away an invisible speck from the viscount's sleeve, admiring once again the exquisitely tailored morning coat and breeches made by London's finest tailor. His lordship's wardrobe was always the best that money could procure.

"In my wilder and greener days, I would have been vain enough to agree with you," laughed Lord Braunfield. Images of his past flooded his mind - what a thoroughly obnoxious rogue he had been; with such dissolute habits and arrogant manner. He touched his damaged knee momentarily, and added, "I have learned so many hard lessons since then . . ."

"It has been a journey of penance and redemption well worth enduring, has it not?" remarked Alexander Darcy as he joined Lord Braunfield presently. "And the future holds such exciting prospects. You will certainly not suffer from a life of boredom with my sister as your wife."

"Yes, indeed," nodded Lord Braunfield solemnly. The two men shook hands, and greeted each other with the warm affections of true brothers.

"I stand as your Best Man on this auspicious day," said Alexander with a bright smile. "My first task, however, is to deliver this letter directly to you - from a certain admirer of yours."

Lord Braunfield glanced at the envelope, and recognized the elegant handwriting at once. It was simply addressed to: "Mr. W"

"It's from Elizabeth," confirmed Lord Braunfield, looking rather puzzled.

"I thought you had already put a merciful end to Mr. W - your self-created rival for Lizzy's affections," remarked Alexander.

"Yes, indeed. The name of W has not been mentioned between us, not since the night when she finally accepted the truth of my secret."

"Why this sudden communique? Surely my sister cannot be thinking of social reforms and philanthropic work on her own wedding day!"

"Or have time to pen a letter to Mr. W about women suffrage?" A fleeting moment of near panic flooded Lord Braunfield's mind. "To what purpose then? She can't be writing . . . to jilt me?"

"Not likely! Isabella and Jane are helping your blushing bride with her bridal finery presently," replied Alexander with a reassuring smile. "Indeed, our entire household is in quite a frenzy to be ready for your wedding."

Lord Braunfield tore open the envelope, and took out the enclosed page carefully. It was written in the same tone and style which was so familiar to him:

To my esteemed friend Mr. W,

Once again, I must ask for your indulgence.

You have beseeched me to halt all future correspondence, but I must be allowed - just this once - to tell you how sincerely I value our rare platonic friendship formed by ink and parchment. Words and ideas have flowed with such liberality in our letters, and yet, you never failed to remain an exemplary model of probity and discretion. I am very grateful indeed.

I sincerely hope you will continue to be a strong voice for progressive ideas and reforms. Our country needs leaders with austere mind and compassion. Whatever path you may take, please know you will have my unequivocal support.

I shall remain,

Your Kindred Spirit

The brightest smile appeared on Lord Braunfield's face. How sweet of his darling to write to him on their wedding day! She wrote, on purpose, as if she did not know the true identity of "W." Her wish to clarify her platonic feelings for "W" was very touching indeed.

"All is well, I hope?" asked Alexander.

"Yes, all is exceedingly well," laughed Lord Braunfield. "By your permission, I wish to pen my reply presently."

"Whatever it is you wish to say so urgently? Cannot you wait until you see your bride face to face?"

"For whatever I have to say - as "W" to "Kindred Spirit" - all such words must be on parchment," replied Lord Braunfield in full earnest. He picked up his quill, scribbled a brief note, and signed "W" with a great flourish.

"May I entrust you to deliver this to my beloved Elizabeth? Immediately?"

"You wish for my sister to read this letter before the wedding ceremony?"

"Yes, please," replied Lord Braunfield. "It will be a very fitting end to the rare friendship of W and Kindred Spirit. . ."

After a moment's consideration, he continued, "I have another letter for Elizabeth - one which I wrote when I first awoke at dawn. . ." He took out a piece of folded parchment from his waistcoat - one which he had intended to give to his bride later that evening - and enclosed it along with "W's" note. He sealed the envelope in wax, stamped it with his signet ring, and smeared the insignia as he always did.

"Well, I shall practice being your indulgent elder brother, and will do as you wish," said Alexander smilingly as he took leave. "It will be a quick errand as it is my duty to get you to church on time!"

"Oh, Jane! How I truly wished this is your wedding day as well!" lamented Lizzy as she embraced her elder sister. "If only Papa is not so stern. . ."

Jane kissed her sister affectionately, and said with a brave smile, "Thomas & I have resigned ourselves to a long engagement. He is getting along exceedingly well with Papa as he spends nearly every day by our father's side, helping to prepare the legal defense against Lord Rodham."

"My dear William insists that I should not worry at all," remarked Lizzy with a worried frown, "but I have an unsettling feeling that this legal matter with Lord Rodham may prove to be quite a mare's nest."

"I am not quite certain either," replied Jane. "Thomas has repeatedly assured me that everything would be resolved very soon. If it should prove otherwise, both Lord Matlock and Lord Paxton have already pledged their full support to help Papa in every way."

"How very kind and generous of both Earls!" Lizzy exclaimed with gratitude.

Jane nodded in agreement, and smiled, "Today is your wedding day! Let's not burden ourselves with thoughts of such legal concerns. I must wish you and Lord Braunfield the greatest joy!"

"Lizzy, please allow me to add my best wishes as well!" said Isabella as she rejoined them. She was holding an envelope. "This letter was delivered moments ago."

The envelope was addressed to "Kindred Spirit." Lizzy was pleasantly surprised to receive a reply so soon.

"Apparently Mr. W wishes for you to read this before we leave for church," said Isabella. "I wonder what lofty subject he hopes to discuss with you?"

"Perhaps it is a proposal from Mr. W? For an elopement with him?" Jane said with a mirthful laugh. "Should I alert Lord Braunfield?"

"Don't tease!" Lizzy pleaded, blushing deeply. "Both of you already know the truth of the Great Secret - Lord Braunfield is W."

With a merry smile, Isabella said, "Although we have known it for weeks now, I must declare that I have yet to recover from the surprising revelation of Mr. W's true identity."

"I believe William is merely exercising his sense of humor," said Lizzy as she broke the wax seal, and took out the enclosed paper with eager hands. "He does like to tease me, but does not mind if he himself is the object of my merriment."

There were two separate letters. She glanced at the signature of the first one. Seeing the familiar "W," she read the note quickly.

To my honored friend - Kindred Spirit,

I am most grateful for your candid note.

I value our platonic friendship on parchment just as highly as you do, and I am deeply honored by your trust in me.

I draw strength and inspiration from your words, and I will certainly endeavor to do my humble part to serve my country and fellow men. I am most grateful for your steadfast faith in me.

I remain, as ever, yours to command,

W

The second note from Lord Braunfield contained sentiments which were infinitely more dear and personal. It began:

To my dearest and loveliest Elizabeth,

This is the very first time I can write to you directly as my humble self, and I cannot find adequate words to express the immense joy in my heart! It is a happiness I have never known before, which will surely be manifested by immeasurable degree when I stand with you at the holy altar.

This day - our precious wedding day - marks the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. I once told you that "my life is an open book to you, with so new chapters yet to be written."

I wait, with bated breath and impatience, for our lifelong journey together to commence. You are my Muse - you alone have ignited my heart, and inspired my soul. Now, as my cherished wife, you will be the co-authoress of each chapter of our story together. May our tale be an admirable one - of connubial happiness and everlasting love - for the many decades to come!

With you close by my side, I believe I can brave any storm, and meet on any challenge. No task will prove to be too daunting.

I love you, my darling, and I am, forever yours - your devoted husband and abiding friend,

William

A sense of jubilant celebration filled the air of Pemberley and its environs. Many distinguished guests made the long journey to Derbyshire to witness the marriage ceremony of the Viscount of Braunfield to Miss Elizabeth Darcy. These guests were joined by the large extensive families, relatives and friends of the happy couple. Tenant farmers and servants of the great estate of Pemberley were in attendance, filling the church to overflowing capacity. Many more curious onlookers from the neighboring towns and villages were also on hand, if only to stand outside the church doors, or to line the streets leading to the church, eager to catch a glimpse of the fashionable personages of the Ton in their impressive finery.

On this bright and clear morning, the general mood was akin to a village festival or harvest celebration. Spontaneous cheers and loud applause broke out as the bridal carriage, festooned with ribbons and flowers, drawn by its team of impressive greys, made its dignified procession to the church. A collective shout of "Huzza!" from the crowd greeted the bride as she emerged from the grand carriage like a princess in a fairy tale.

A fanfare of brass trumpets heralded the arrival of the bride at church. The entire congregation rose in respect unison to welcome her. Every eye was upon Miss Elizabeth Darcy in her bridal finery, walking ever so demurely upon the arm of her proud father down the church aisle. She wore an elegant diamond tiara - a family heirloom of the noble Warring family - her dark hair stylishly arranged to accentuate such a precious adornment befitting the new Viscountess of Braunfield. Her flowing bridal gown, made from the purest white satin and finest French lace, was trimmed with seed pearls and exquisitely tailored to enhance her naturally pleasing figure. For those fortunate to be near the main aisle, they could catch better glimpses of the serene smile on her lovely face, as seen through her fine bridal veil. It was a truly enchanting vision - of a blushing young bride at the verge of heaven.

The courtship of Miss Elizabeth Darcy by Lord Braunfield was conducted very much in the public eye throughout the London Season. The bride herself was considered a true gem - the merits of an aristocratic family lineage and generous dowry were immensely enhanced by her beauty and vivacity. She had her own legion of admirers in Society - young gallants had harbored fervent wishes to claim her hand in marriage; all were disappointed by the eventual success of the dashing viscount who so boldly and persistently wooed Miss Darcy until her obstinate heart yielded at last.

Likewise, Lord Braunfield was considered one of the most eligible bachelors of the Ton. Being heir to one of the oldest and wealthiest titles of the realm, the viscount's personal redemption from a frivolous, arrogant dandy to a philanthropist with progressive ideas and disciplined habits had impressed everyone. His brave rescue of a drowning boy from the Thames and his timely intervention of the recent assassination attempt of Queen Victoria had elevated the young nobleman to a bona fide hero status.

Every matchmaking dowager had not given up hope until this very day: any misstep to the altar could have potentially led to new schemes to catch the heir of the Earldom of Paxton in the proverbial matrimonial trap.

Yet, it was plain to any interested observer that the splendid nuptials of this day would not be a mere ceremony blessed by the dignified Bishop with the approval of fond parents. From the look of eager anticipation of the handsome bridegroom standing so reverently at the altar, to the glimpses of the veiled radiant face of the lovely bride, it was as clear as day that this was a celebratory union of true hearts and minds. A triumph of love indeed!

"Dear beloved. . . we are gathered here today, in the sight of God and in the face of this present congregation, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, instituted by Christ . . ." intoned the Bishop of London in his resonant voice.

The Bishop had traveled far from London to officiate at this wedding. He was a trusted friend of the Warring family, and on this auspicious day, he was immensely pleased to perform the rites of holy matrimony for a young man whom he had christened some four and twenty years ago.

The most jovial person in attendance, aside from the bride and the bridegroom, was arguably the Earl of Paxton. The wide grin adorned his aged face like a shining jewel - his most fervent prayers had been answered at long last. From the first moments of their acquaintance, had he not deemed Miss Elizabeth Darcy of Pemberley to be the ideal spouse for his son William? His fanciful dream was now a reality. Earl Paxton suddenly felt decades younger; the chronic pain in his gouty foot seemed to have diminished to a dull ache. Indeed, he sincerely believed he could manage a slow waltz at the Wedding fête with his new daughter!

" . . .Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor her and keep her in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?" The Bishop regarded the bride and bridegroom in turn, and awaited their answer.

"I will," pledged Lord Braunfield with utmost sincerity.

"I will," pledged Lizzy with equal solemnity. Her eyes beheld her beloved William with such tenderness.

Lord Braunfield's heart was bursting with happiness. If this was a dream, he never wished to be roused from it.

" I, William Arthur Warring, take thee, Elizabeth Anne Darcy, to my wedded wife, to love and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse . . .till death do us part. . ." His words seemed to have been drawn from the very core of his being. "According to God's holy ordinance, and thereto, I pledge thee my troth."

Lizzy responded with her own oath to him. Her voice was demure, but with such clarity that every person present could hear her well.

With trembling fingers, Lord Braunfield took the wedding band of gold, and held his bride's hand tenderly in his.

"With this ring I thee wed, with this body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow. . . In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen."

From the first moment when he realized his love for her, and throughout those long months of heartache and uncertainty, he had never dared to allow himself to imagine the words of this sacred vow. Elizabeth had been like a star in the heavens - utterly beyond his reach. Now, his true love was smiling at him, welcoming his words, and looking as if she would gladly fly into his arms if they were not standing at the holy altar before the entire congregation of family and friends.

The Bishop smiled with approval, as he added his own "Amen" as he proclaimed them to be now "man and wife."

"Heavenly Father, source of everlasting love and mercy. . ." intoned the Bishop as he blessed their marriage, and ended with the stern pronouncement: "Those whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder!"

Lord Braunfield lifted the bridal veil, and kissed his new wife - a very brief but solemn kiss that sealed the promise of abiding love and faithfulness of a lifetime.

The majestic sounds of Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" were heralded by trumpets, sung by the church chorale to the accompaniment of violins, to celebrate the marriage of Lord and Lady Braunfield. The look of serene happiness on their faces was beyond measure as they took their first walk together down the church aisle. The best hopes and wishes for the young couple filled the hearts of their families and friends, indeed, of everyone in attendance.

"Who would have imagined this union when Lord Braunfield was commanded by his father to waltz with our Lizzy at the Knightleys wedding ball two years ago?" remarked Mrs. Darcy to her husband as they took a moment to enjoy the happy scene before them. "I doubt if any dancing pair has ever exchanged sharper words or more cutting repartees."

"No one," replied Mr. Darcy with a bemused smile. "I should think not even an author with the most vivid imagination would ever pen such an outcome - such as we bear witness today."

"Yet, here we stand, welcoming Lord Braunfield as our new son," smiled Mrs. Darcy. "His tale of reformation - from rascal to paragon - is almost beyond belief."

"Indeed," nodded Mr. Darcy.

"I do believe our daughter couldn't have found anyone more suited to her than William. They complete each other in so many intangible ways - quite like us," remarked Mrs. Darcy.

"I heartily concur," said Mr. Darcy as he lifted his wife's gloved hand to bestow a tender kiss before he escorted her down the aisle. "I sincerely believe they will find the same connubial happiness as we have, my dearest."

The loudest cheers greeted the newlyweds as they reached the church doors. The crowd had waited so patiently throughout the wedding ceremony, and now, they welcomed the chance to express their approval with great enthusiasm.

Shouts of "Lady Braunfield! Lady Braunfield!" accompanied the newlyweds as they ascended the bridal carriage. Lord Braunfield acknowledged the cheers and well-wishes of the admiring crowd with easy smiles, and followed the custom of tossing handful after handful of coins to the village children as they were driving away.

A grand procession of carriages followed the bridal carriage - conveying the many family members, relatives and guests back to Pemberley. A lavish wedding fête awaited them - Mr. Darcy had not spared any expense for this joyous occasion, and Mrs. Darcy was renowned as being the most gracious hostess.

"Oh, my darling Elizabeth!" said Lord Braunfield as he kissed his bride tenderly, glad of the privacy inside the bridal carriage. "What lovely sounds such words produce! My wife - Lady Braunfield!" he said with a courtly gesture.

He caressed her face, as his voice took on a more intimate tone, "At last, the torturous wait is over. I shall devote all my days to prove myself a worthy husband."

Lizzy blushed, and said, "I suppose I have to get accustomed to a great many things from now on."

"Yes, indeed," replied Lord Braunfield laughingly as he kissed her yet again - this time, his kiss was a lingering one. "As your husband, I shall make a habit of kissing you each time I speak to you."

"I think I will like such a new habit," replied Lizzy, growing suddenly shy of him as she buried her face in his shoulder. The rapid cadence of her heart was ever increasing - it was glorious to speak so freely to him, to touch and kiss him at will . . .

He gathered her in his arms, and declared, "If only we can avoid the Wedding fête, and journey home to our new abode instead! Then onto London, and our grand tour on the Continent."

To Lizzy's delight, Lord Braunfield had chosen a manor located in the neighboring county of Cheshire as their new place of residence; on good roads, it was an easy distance from Pemberley. Clairewood was a charming place, more modest than most of the grand manors in the region. He had it renovated to his specifications, and staffed it with trusted servants. He could hardly wait to carry her over the threshold of their new home as his wife!

"It will be most ungracious if we do so, my darling," said Lizzy in gentle admonishment. "Mama has devoted so much time and effort to organize the splendid celebration for us. Everyone at Pemberley has worked so hard for our special day."

"Yes, indeed. Your Mama has been especially valiant for putting up with my mother. Pemberley is always a grand place, but it has truly been transformed to a wonderland for our wedding," he nodded his head appreciatively. "I hope you will create the same enchantment for our own home, my darling."

She touched his lips, and said with a teasing smile, "Where is my kiss? I thought you promised to take on this new habit when you speak to me . . ."

He did not wait for her to finish. He captured her mouth with an ardent kiss, gathering her closer in his arms. When he finally lifted his head, it was to declare the words of intimate endearments he had long wished to confess openly. She marveled at the pleasing sound of his deep voice, and the sincerity of his words.

It was not a long journey from the church to the great house of Pemberley. When their bridal carriage came to a stop at the courtyard, a junior footman hurriedly came forward to unlatch the door.

Jenkins, a loyal servant of the Darcy family for many years, was discretion itself. He instinctively realized that the newlyweds might require a few more moments before they wished to alight from the carriage. He stepped in quickly, dismissing the junior footman to attend to the next carriage, and took it upon himself to unlatch the carriage door. He kept his gaze averted from carriage window, and somehow, he found the door latch to be a bit tricky.

"I am afraid I have upset your hair a bit," said Lord Braunfield with sweet consideration as he tried to tuck a stray curl back in place for his bride. The diamond tiara shone brightly against her dark hair. He regarded her with open admiration.

Lizzy answered with the deepest blush, "My maid will tend to it."

"We'll need to bookmark this very pleasant conversation for now - to be resumed at the next opportune moment," he said as he kissed her yet again.

"I think it will be advisable to keep this charming new habit of yours exclusively for our private conversations, in the sanctuary of our home," urged Lizzy.

"I must protest - most strongly," he replied with winsome smile. "Surely I must be allowed to show the admiring multitude how much I truly love and adore you!"

"When we are in company? Such behavior will shock the world," whispered Lizzy in response. She knew her new husband was bold enough to challenge the norms of Society if he felt justified. She was acutely aware that the trusted footman Jenkins could hear their conversation quite clearly. The good man pretended to fumble with the door latch, gaining them precious seconds to finish their conversation.

"I am yours to command," declared Lord Braunfield before he stepped out of the carriage. He did not allow Jenkins to assist Lizzy, but took prodigious care to look after her himself. He smiled as he tucked her arm through his to lead her up the grand stairs of Pemberley. "I shall conduct myself with the strictest probity and proper decorum. It would not do to earn the disapproval of my in-laws on the first day of our marriage!"

The newlyweds did not have another chance for private words. Upon their appearance at the grand foyer, they were warmly greeted by their respective parents, and the numerous members of their family clans. The Darcys had hosted many annual balls and fêtes at Pemberley throughout the years, but this wedding celebration was arguably the grandest one yet.

It took a very long while to greet all the invited guests along the receiving line at the grand foyer. Lord Braunfield turned to look at his bride anxiously from time to time, worried that she would be overly fatigued as she must have awaken very early this morning.

Lizzy sensed his gaze each time, and turned to smile at him reassuringly. At times, William looked towards his father-in-law, and saw the formidable gentleman regarding Mrs. Darcy with the same concerned air. Once or twice, he met the gaze of Mr. Darcy, and received a discreet nod of approval.

After nearly three quarters of an hour, Lord and Lady Braunfield, along with their parents, were finally sat at the host table. Their guests had been enjoying excellent French champagne, and savoring the extensive varieties of delicious canapés as they mingled and meandered around the grand ballroom, exchanging cordial greetings with their fellow guests. Conversations were of light and festive topics - the virtues of the bride, the merits of the groom, and the excellent prospects of such a well-matched union - as social gatherings of such nature generally are.

The dining gong sounded, and the wedding guests took their seats for the sumptuous wedding fest. The Master of Pemberley stood before his guests, and extended his formal welcome. Mr. Darcy was generally a taciturn man, but on this occasion, his speech was eloquent in style and substance as he offered a celebratory toast in honor of the newlyweds.

"My Lords and Ladies . . . Ladies and Gentlemen, honored guests, beloved family and cherished friends - welcome, one and all, to this splendid day of celebration. Today we witnessed the sacred vows of this pair of kindred hearts - whose palpable love and esteem for each other is a true inspiration to us all. . ."

"Please join my wife and I as we rise our glass in honor of our daughter Elizabeth and our new son William - Lord Braunfield," said Mr. Darcy with great solemnity, his voice resonant with fatherly love. "May your abiding love grow ever deeper and your bond of faithfulness ever stronger with each passing day; may you cherish each other as you cherish your next breath; and may God grant you joy and health. . . the blessings of children and all imaginable happiness for all the years to come."

Loud cheers of "Hear! Hear!" and another round of thunderous applause followed. Many more jubilant toasts and lengthy speeches followed, made by various members of the family and their close friends. Champagne flowed freely as bountiful as the words of well wishes and good cheer.

Even the mother of the bridegroom - the elegant but haughty Lady Paxton - was moved to gentler sentiments than her ladyship would ever care to acknowledge. Admittedly, there was a very brief moment in the ceremony, when the Bishop had asked: "If there is any impediment for this marriage . . . let him speak, or forever hold his peace" when her ladyship was much tempted to shout aloud. Although she had great admiration for Mr. Darcy of Pemberley, she had not taken too kindly to his daughter Elizabeth. The resemblance of the younger Elizabeth to Mrs. Darcy was too vividly strong. If the truth be told, the very name and sight of the young woman inevitably brought back Lady Paxton's own frustrated romantic dreams of bygone years freshly to mind.

"My dear wife…thank you, from the bottom of my old heart," said Lord Paxton with great sincerity as he turned to smile at Lady Paxton. "Thank you for holding your peace, Caroline."

"Whatever do you mean?" Her sharp tone was habitual, although she was rather taken aback by her husband's words.

In reply, he lifted her gloved hand, and bestowed a tender kiss upon it. "Perhaps it is only my imaginings, but I felt it in my bones that you were about to voice your vehement objection aloud to disrupt the wedding ceremony," he said in a confidential whisper, as they were in the company of relatives and wedding guests.

Lady Paxton smiled, and confessed in a rarest moment of candor. "Well, it did cross my mind to do so . . ." She paused to regard the happy couple for a pensive moment. "I am blind if I do not see that Miss Eliza Darcy now holds the key to our son's happiness. . . And I do love our son."

Lord Paxton was visibly taken aback by her honest words. He could not recall any moment of their long marriage together - of her speaking her mind so freely and candidly, without any irony or malice.

"Yes, indeed, our very dear son," replied Lord Paxton with great emotion. "And now, our new and very dear daughter Elizabeth. She is no longer Miss Darcy!"

Lady Paxton was not ready to leap from her grudging acceptance of Elizabeth Darcy to a whole-hearted embrace of her as her new daughter. It would take some time - perhaps a very long time - to feel sentiments more cordial than mere tolerance.

"I will venture to say," replied Lady Paxton with a self-satisfied smile, "my affections for Eliza will surely be . . . matched by her . . . in mutual accord and pace."

Lord Paxton could readily comprehend the veiled meaning behind his wife's reply. She would only reciprocate warmer feelings by very small degrees over time. Lord Paxton was content with her answer for now. He refused to allow any negative thoughts to mar this happiest of days.

Lord Paxton could already perceive the future in his mind's eye: his son William - a pillar of Society and its champion in Parliament; Elizabeth - ever lovely and vivacious, steadfast and devoted, creating such domestic felicity for their family. . . And their brood of healthy and bright children - sturdy boys and pretty girls - with their menageries of pets and a retinue of nannies in tow, sharing such joy and happiness with everyone around them. . . Lord Paxton was confident that he would live long to enjoy such domestic felicity, and would gladly bask in such blessings - to the end of his days.

Was he an old fool in his dotage to indulge in such fanciful dreams? No, thought Lord Paxton. He could well imagine such a blessed future because the budding root of it was before his very eyes. William might be an only child, but in marrying into the Darcy family, he had gained not only a rare treasure for wife, but an excellent set of parents and three remarkable siblings as well. Alexander Darcy, in particular, had played such an important role in William's journey of redemption.

While his aged father indulged in such musings, Lord Braunfield was in very high spirits.

"I have quite forgotten how wonderful champagne truly tasted! To think, I have endured mineral water for so long," William remarked to his bride after he drank yet another glass, this time to acknowledge his Uncle Bingley's sincere praises of the new Lady Braunfield. A footman standing nearby quickly refilled his glass.

Lizzy was puzzled by her husband's words. He explained with a hearty laugh. "On a dark and miserable night, when I despaired of ever winning your approval, let alone your heart, I have promised myself that I would never drink champagne again until my wedding day - and only if you were my bride! I was near madness - suffering so desperately for unrequited love." He looked as if he could still feel some lingering pain.

"A love now fully requited," smiled Lizzy. "I am heartily sorry I have caused you such sufferings!"

"In honor of you, my dearest Lady Braunfield!" Lord Braunfield said as he lifted his glass in salute, and drained it in an instant. He smiled at her merrily as he leaned towards her to claim a kiss from her sweet lips - openly and in the full view of all their guests.

"William . . . are you quite well?" asked Lizzy worriedly as she ignored the curious stares of their guests, and the inevitable comments which would surely be voiced with such a public display of affections from the bridegroom. How they must be the center of everyone's attention presently - if they had not been under close scrutiny prior to this moment?

"Of course, my sweetest darling! I have never been happier in my life!" Lord Braunfield declared effusively as he attempted to claim yet another kiss from her lips. When she averted her face demurely, he persisted.

"William - here's a fresh cup for you - it's coffee," said a pleasant voice behind them. It was Alexander Darcy. He placed a brotherly hand on Lord Braunfield's shoulder, and leaned down to whisper urgently in his ear, "This is the happiest day for you and my sister Lizzy. Don't spoil it by getting foxed."

Lizzy looked up at her brother, and saw the grave concern in his eyes. "William can't hold his liquor," explained Alexander. "He can get inebriated with just a goblet or two of brandy. I should have intervened earlier - had I known he was drinking champagne, and not mineral water." Turning his attention directly to his new brother-in-law, he urged, "Now, William, be a good chap and drink this coffee."

Lord Braunfield was not overly drunk to heed his mentor's words. He might have quarreled if the command had come from someone else, but the long months he had spent in the excellent company of Alexander Darcy had resulted in such trust and respect. He picked up the cup, and gulped down the bitter coffee.

He remarked with a grimace, "It tastes more like liquid mud."

"You will need more," smiled Alexander, as a footman came forward with a silver tray, laden with several cups of steaming coffee.

"More?" muttered Lord Braunfield unwillingly.

"You best drink it all if you wish to waltz with your bride," said Alexander with a courtesy bow. "Now, I have done my brotherly duty. By your leave, I shall rejoin my dear wife and son presently."

Lord Braunfield drank each cup like an obedient child. Lizzy kept her attention solely on her husband, thinking only of his well-being. Nothing else concerned her at that moment.

It only took moments for the coffee to clear his head. He ran a hand over his eyes, finally realizing that a potential disaster had been averted by Alexander's timely action. He stole a glance at his bride, and saw only her look of grave concern, and nary a trace of embarrassment.

He took a deep sigh before he summoned enough courage to direct a glance at his new in-laws. He had expected their stern looks of disappointment and admonition at his improper behavior. Instead, he found Mrs. Darcy smiling at him, not judgmental in any way, but with the warm affections of a kind mother. Mr. Darcy was not smiling, but there was a genuine look of fatherly concern in his eyes.

Lord Braunfield took a quick glance around him; to his relief, he was no longer seemed to be under intense scrutiny by everyone as he was not going to make a blatant fool of himself in public after all! General conversations had gradually resumed amongst the guests. For the many dowagers and fond mothers in attendance, the subject soon turned to the vital matter of match-making. There were certainly many eligible candidates among the wedding guests to be considered.

Indeed, the merry hunt for suitable spouses was a never-ending sport, and the chase was on again!

Lord Braunfield turned to Lizzy and confessed, "If your brother did not intervene, I would have made a laughingstock of myself. Drinking - that is my Achilles heel. I thought I have conquered it, but now, it seems I can easily fall victim to its evils again."

He was silent; the deepest frown appeared on his handsome face. His regrettable past was still lurking - as hard as he had reformed himself, he knew he had to remain vigilant, lest it would come back to haunt him still.

"I didn't want anything to mar our happiness today," he continued in remorse. "And now . . . this awkward discovery and my neglect of probity . . . I hope you are not too disappointed in me - at the very first day of our marriage. . . From the stern looks from the Bishop and many of our relations, I believe I have lost their good opinion of me already. Your brother James looks as though he likes nothing better than to teach me a lesson in proper decorum."

Lizzy touched his hand reassuringly. "Oh, my darling! I did not fall in love with a perfect paragon. I love you - a mortal man of blood and sinews, with all your strengths and fragilities. Just as you love me, in the same way, I am sure."

Lord Braunfield smiled then, and clutched her gloved hand in his. "Dare I hope? Do you still consider this day a promising start for the first chapter of our connubial tale?"

"Yes, a very promising beginning. This authoress is content - I do not wish for any editing to smooth out the rough spots - it should be a true testimonial," she remarked with her usual candor.

He was still holding her gloved hand in his, drawing strength and encouragement from her.

His lordship's sense of mirth was soon restored. "Well, the day is still young . . . We have yet to dance together. I have ample time to make amends. . . After the dancing . . . and our journey home . . . we can admire the sunset together. . . And in the long hours to follow. . ."

At this very moment, Mr. Darcy called upon Lord and Lady Braunfield to lead the first waltz of the wedding fête.

The young couple took their first steps with courtly formality. With every eye upon them, they were understandably nervous. Lizzy half-closed her eyes, and trusted her new husband to take the lead. Her mind recalled their first waltz together at the Knightleys wedding ball - what an intolerable man William had been, and what sharp words they had once hurled at each other!

. . . And now, they were waltzing together in such perfect harmony, their minds and hearts as one.

"I believe we will close our first chapter with a love sonnet or two. . ." whispered Lord Braunfield in his bride's ear as he resumed the conversation they were having prior to the invitation to dance. "Great literary work is sometimes written by the light of the midnight oil. . ."

Her eyes flew open in an instant. She saw his teasing smile, and was too shy to speak as she reflected upon his words. He was flirting with her! She wondered if she could call it flirting since they were now married.

"Sonnets . . . at midnight . . .?" she ventured, not quite certain how she could manage to continue such a conversation without losing the iron grip of her emotions. Her heart pounded, as it always did, whenever he held her in his arms.

"Yes, indeed," he mumbled, his own heart matching the rapid cadence of hers.

Lord Braunfield fought hard against his desire to kiss her again. Why did he ever consented to his mother's insistence for a Wedding fête with such a lavish reception and dancing afterwards? He now understood why most couple had a simpler Wedding Breakfast, followed by a quick departure for the bridal tour.

"Perhaps there may be certain . . . sonnets . . . which . . . by the dictates of good manners, should not inscribed upon this open book of ours." Lizzy had finally summoned enough courage to comment on such a delicate subject. It was a novel but amusing experience, to exchange flirtatious words with her husband in this mirthful manner - she who had never been a tease or a flirt before.

The music seemed overly long for a first waltz, but the newlyweds did not mind at all. It allowed them a few precious moments to have private words. William pulled her slightly closer as he guided her around yet another turn. They were a graceful couple - moving effortlessly with the flow and sway of the music; the limp caused by his damaged knee was barely noticeable. The guests, one and all, were greatly enchanted by them.

"But we will certainly inscribe such confessions of love ever so tenderly and eloquently in our hearts, won't we?" he said boldly as he held her gaze. She could clearly discern the passion in his eyes.

Lizzy blushed again, her face now utterly crimson. She lowered her eyes, and seemed to have found an interesting spot on his cravat to occupy her attention.

Lord Braunfield noticed her discomfort, and admonished himself instantly. "Forgive me, my love. . . I am being too impertinent . . ."

"No, my dear husband, I agree with your honorable intentions entirely." Although she was not quite able to meet his gaze, she smiled shyly as she confessed her thoughts. She felt the joyous laughter welling up inside him.

How he wished he could sweep her into his arms, and carry her off this very instant! Instead, he took a deep sigh, and maintained the look of strict probity. They were, after all, in the full view of all their guests.

After a moment, Lizzy resumed their original thread of thought, before they were so greatly diverted by his amorous remarks.

"Indeed, there may be twists and turns in our journey of life together, with joyous celebrations, the inevitable disappointments or even heartaches along the way. But we shall always be together - two hearts and minds as one - to write our connubial tale."

"A long story of love with a happy ending then? When we reach the natural end of our days - in very old age - you will still be my Muse, smiling and enjoying my company as you do now?" said Lord Braunfield, with the same solemnity which he had pledged his marriage vows to her.

"Yes, indeed." Lizzy smiled at Lord Braunfield, her fine eyes filled with such love and admiration for him. "I will not allow our story to be written any other way, I promise you, my darling."