Posted on: 2011-05-06

Chapter Four

It was with some trepidation that Lizzy stepped out of the carriage. After a brisk morning walk she returned to Gracechurch Street to get ready for her day with Miss Darcy. Elizabeth was not known to be intimidated by wealth; but standing outside the impressive four storey townhouse, in the most fashionable part of town was slightly unnerving even for her. Nevertheless she took a deep breath and ascended the stairs.

After being shown into a bright and spacious sitting room Elizabeth admired the taste the owner obviously had. She compared this room to something she might expect from Lord Morecroft. She imagined that where this room was filled with understated elegance and wealth; his would be gaudy, taking every excuse to let others see just how rich he was. Once again that awful man is invading my thoughts, one time too many, I will stick to my resolution.

Elizabeth was taken out of her musing by the entrance of Miss Darcy, dressed in a lovely yellow day dress with a matching ribbon weaved expertly through her hair.

"Miss Bennet, welcome to my home, how are you today?" The young woman dropped into a curtsey and eagerly crossed the room.

"Miss Darcy, call me Elizabeth, or Lizzy please, that's what all my friends call me. Your home truly is beautiful you have excellent taste. I am very well; a new book arrived for me this morning from my father so I look forward to devouring its pages! And how are you? Did you enjoy the performance last night?"

"I shall only call you Lizzy if you address me as Georgiana or Georgie, I find Georgiana too much of a mouth full personally. I too love to read, what book did he send you? The performance last night was exquisite! I generally enjoy going to the theatre but I always have fun when Richard accompanies me. My brother arrived home last night after four weeks away. I managed to persuade him to go to another performance later on in the season so that I can watch it again!"

"Your brother arrived home last night? Well then I hope I am not disturbing your reunion I know what it is like reuniting with a sibling after a long time. I have four sisters and Jane, the eldest, is my closest confidant."

"Oh not at all Lizzy, I saw him briefly at breakfast and he said he had several errands to do today before we can reunite properly. Also why would I miss a chance to acquaint myself with my newest friend? You said you had four sisters! What are they like? I have always wished for a sister, but it is just me and my brother. My parents died when I was young so I hardly remember them at all. William has brought me up and although I love him dearly he is not quite the same. He is over 10 years my elder and all my other female relations are much older than me as well."

As the words came tumbling out of her mouth Georgiana couldn't quite believe she was sharing all this information with Elizabeth. She marvelled at her willingness to speak to a relative stranger, but as she had pondered that morning Lizzy had a way of making her open up.

Elizabeth was also analysing what Georgiana was saying. To her it was obvious she was lonely and that for some reason this shy young woman had found something in Elizabeth that made her want to talk. She liked Georgiana, she was an unassuming, friendly girl who just needed a little coaxing to get out of her shell, and she determined right then that she would be the one to do it.

"Well I am glad I am not impeding on your time with your brother, I would feel wretched if I were! Yes I have four, I am the second eldest, I do love my three younger sisters Mary, Kitty and Lydia but I must admit I am closest with Jane. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a brother, it must be reassuring that you always have someone to look after you."

At this last phrase Georgiana turned pensive. Her mind was flashing back to a seaside resort; a charming young man promising her everlasting love, only to be replaced by shouting, slamming of doors and heartbreak. A lot of heartbreak. Elizabeth noticed the subtle change in Georgiana's countenance and swiftly changed the subject. It was too soon in their acquaintance to address such things, but one day hopefully, Lizzy would be able to help dispel the sadness that had descended upon her new friend.

After tea had finished Georgiana proposed a walk which Lizzy quickly agreed to. Both women collected their outdoor wear and strolled along to Hyde Park where they first met.

"I've not asked Lizzy, what brings you to London?"

Elizabeth paused a moment before answering. She did not want to trouble Georgiana with her problems and she also seemed to know of Lord Morecroft. Perhaps she could find out some more information of her unrelenting admirer. Although it was only a pause Georgiana noticed the slight hesitation.

"Lizzy, you do not have to tell me if it is something personal. I do not want to pry!"

"Not at all Georgie, I was just deciding how to tell you. Tell me, what do you know of Lord Morecroft?"

"Lord Morecroft? Not a lot, I have not seen him in many years. I have been at school you see. He used to attend some of the dinner's my Aunt and Uncle would host. His father was a friend of my relatives and so his son was often invited."

Realisation flickered on Georgiana's face as she recalled the conversation at the theatre.

"Lizzy, is Lord Morecroft a suitor of yours?"

"An unwanted one I am afraid. He first arrived at my home town several months ago. For some reason he decided he wanted me as his future bride. I did not agree. You see Georgiana, only the deepest kind of love will induce me into matrimony. Money and status is not what I crave out of a marriage. Of course I must abide by some of society's rules. I do need some consideration of how I will live, but I want to have the utmost respect, esteem and love for my future partner in life. Lord Morecroft did not possess any of these requirements and even after I told him this he would not relent.

My mother was not helpful either. I know she loves us and wants us settled well, for the estate is entailed away from the female line. When Lord Morecroft informed my mother of his intentions she was, of course, in raptures. She did not understand that I felt nothing for him and that I was determined to marry for love. The combined efforts of Lord Morecroft and my mother wore me down. I needed to escape, just for a little while. So I wrote to my Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, you met them at the theatre. They are letting me stay at their home as long as I want. I thought that I would have more time before he followed me. I was obviously wrong. As you know, he has followed me to London."

"Oh Lizzy! That is dreadful! No wonder you looked so distressed when he joined our conversation. I cannot believe he would still pursue you even though you have refused! If you ever need somewhere to have refuge, please come and call on me. Even though I am young I have had things happen in my past that impact on the way I look at marriage. I believe I agree with you on the requirement of matrimony- "

As Georgiana and Elizabeth were rambling the well worn paths of Hyde Park they had failed to notice a figure approaching them. It was with a degree of shock that the subject of their conversation addressed them.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Darcy! What a fortunate surprise to meet you out here. I have just called on you Miss Bennet and was disappointed to find that you were out. It seems that luck is with me today for here you are!"

"Lord Morecroft" Lizzy stonily replied. She could not believe that she had the misfortune to run into him yet again. She sent an icy glare to the smug looking Lord which just widened his grin further.

"My Lord" Georgiana murmured. She was not comfortable with strangers at the best of times and after the conversation she had just shared with Elizabeth she was even more disturbed by this man's presence.

"What a delightful day for a walk, would you mind if I joined you? I would so like to catch up with you."

"My Lord I am afraid we were just about to turn back, we have been walking for a while."

"Then you must be tired, here, let me escort you back."

"That will not be necessary my Lord, we are perfectly capable of walking back. You are well aware of my penchant for strolls."

"I simply must insist Miss Bennet, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't accompany you back safely?"

A cutting remark was on the tip of Elizabeth's tongue when a deep, masculine voice came from behind her.

"Georgie, are you alright?"

Elizabeth turned round and came face to face with a young man, with unruly mahogany locks framing his face. He was undeniably handsome with intelligent with striking green eyes. He quickly glanced at Elizabeth before focusing back on Georgiana whose uncomfortable posture had melted into one of relief. With the presence of her brother she felt a jolt of inspiration and courage course through her.

"Brother! What great timing, your arrival will mean that we won't have to impose on Lord Morecroft in aiding us back to our home. Thank you for your offer my Lord but your assistance will not be necessary."

"Miss Darcy it really is not trouble."

"Morecroft, it is perfectly fine. I assure you I am capable of escorting the ladies back to my home, after all your residence is in the other direction is it not?" Darcy's glare showed the Lord that his presence would not be welcomed and he backed down.

"Of course Darcy. I did not realise you were back in town. We shall have to have a drink at the club sometime."

"Certainly. I am sure I shall run into you again at some point."

"Good day ladies. Darcy."

With a bow and one last leer in Elizabeth's direction Morecroft walked past them and Elizabeth sagged in relief.

With the Lord gone Georgiana took the opportunity to introduce her brother to her new friend.

"Brother, allow me to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Lizzy this is my brother William."

Chapter 5

As Darcy wandered into his study after breakfast he again contemplated Georgiana. He was glad that she seemed to be regaining her spirits after the Wickham affair; he did not think he could forgive himself if the damage done by the unscrupulous rake had a permanent effect. Sitting at his desk he shook his head. He had to complete the last of his business arrangements with his steward and sort through the array of correspondence before he could spend more time with Georgie.

An hour later saw him finished with his steward and he decided to tackle the stack of letters that had accumulated from his family, friends and acquaintances inviting him to various balls and dinners. Darcy quickly sorted through the invitations putting into separate piles those he wanted to decline and those to accept stopping when he came to an invitation from an old friend from Cambridge.

Edmund Blake had been a close friend of Darcy's all throughout his youth. Their fathers had gone to school together and so the two heirs had been in contact with each other often. However when his father died Darcy lost regular contact with Blake and he instead immersed himself in estate business and the raising of a sister more than ten years his junior. Not that he begrudged his life. No, not at all. He knew he was very privileged and worked tirelessly to ensure he looked after everything to the best of his ability. Nevertheless Darcy had returned no more than three months from his Grand Tour when he was plunged into the responsibilities as the Master of Pemberley and he had not seen Blake for at least six years, until now. It seemed he had not been the only one busy since they had last met. Blake had invited him to a dinner to reacquaint themselves with each other and to explain about his new enterprise that he had been developing over the years. A night of laughs and reminiscing accompanied with plenty of intellectual conversation and the finest port was promised. Darcy could not resist.

After dispensing with all pressing correspondence Darcy exited his study and ran into a footman who was holding a letter. He opened the note and read:

Darce,

Richard

Darcy smiled at his cousin's antics. Richard was the joker of the family; he supposed that after all of the war and bloodshed he needed a little levity in his life. Donning his coat and gloves Darcy made for his carriage directing the driver to take him towards his club. Entering White's he encountered his jovial cousin at a nearby table with a glass of whisky within his grasp and another, set down presumably waiting for his arrival.

"Darce! Good of you to join me" with a glance at his time piece the Colonel chuckled, "and at exactly when I asked you to come. Is there anything you do not execute to perfection? Perhaps I should tell my superiors to send you to Napoleon to sort this mess out?"

"Your faith in me cousin is appreciated, although I do not think my ability at time keeping would enable me to single handedly end the war." Darcy dryly retorted.

"Well, you never know, every little helps."

"I shall never figure out how you ever become a Colonel in his majesty's army Richard."

"What! I'll have you know that I am not only charming, fearless and the best swordsman you've ever come across, I am also the son of the Earl of Matlock." Richard commented with mock affront. "and more importantly the nephew of the esteemed Lady Catherine De Bourgh! If that doesn't entitle me to Colonel then I do not know what will."

Darcy smirked "Of course, Aunt Catherine. I should have guessed your relation to that woman outweighed your other…skills in acquiring the position."

"Such as fighting and strategic planning?"

"Exactly."

The cousin's banter was a welcome relief to both men. Darcy had indeed been working a lot over the past weeks and needed to relax for a while. He also knew Richard had been in the heart of battle before his leave came and that although he mocked how his cousin became colonel they both knew it was not through his connections. Richard was sharp and clever and it was though his own accomplishments that he had achieved his position. He would hear nothing of his father helping his career; he strongly believed in earning his place and in a similar trait with Darcy, he did everything within his power to achieve the best he possibly could.

"Enough of my astounding abilities Darce, I want to know how you have been."

"I had gathered as much from your sterling note that arrived earlier. I am as fine as I have ever been. I have kept busy with business affairs recently and with the running of Pemberley. There are several exciting opportunities around and I wanted to investigate them before I commit. I might call upon your father sometime in the next week or so to ask for his advice, I know he keeps a keen interest in endeavours that are starting out and it would be helpful to have his insight. How long are you back for this time? Will Georgiana and I have the pleasure of your company at Darcy House soon? You know you are welcome."

"Ah always working cousin, you need to take some time out. Everything will not collapse around you if you take a few weeks to yourself. When was the last time you went to a dinner or ball whose invitation was not from a family member or very close personal friend?

I shall be back for a while you will be glad to know, mother certainly is. I shall be doing some errands in this country so I shall frequently be standing on your doorstep ready to eat all those delicious pastries that your cook makes and, of course to see Georgie and yourself."

"Georgie will be devastated when she finds out that you value my cook's culinary skills more than her conversation, she will probably ban you from our house and then you will suffer from a lack of Darcy company and my cook's fine delicacies." Darcy shot a smirk to his cousin who held his hands up in defeat. "As for your accusation that I do not go out enough I shall prove you wrong. I just this morning accepted an invitation from Edmund Blake, who I have not seen since father died, to a dinner. As he is not a family member and it has been years since I have seen him, I find your insinuations inaccurate and might even take offence!"

"Ha! I bet that was the only invitation you have accepted in a while Darce. If I had not known you since you were born I would think you were a bit of a bore. Hardly going out and the rare time that you do, all you do you is glare at anything within one hundred yards. I am astonished that you still have every match-making mama and their daughters flocking to your side whenever you venture out. I do not think even your reported ten thousand pounds would stand against your silent and grave countenance that is shown to the outer world."

"Richard, it would not matter if I had warts and bad breath. God help me if they ever found out how much I am really worth. There is an awful lot that the majority of the ton's mothers and daughters would put up with for ten thousand pounds a year. You know this as well as I, it is the reason I have not yet married. I cannot stand the thought of being tied down to a woman who values money and position before all else. True, there has to be consideration to connections and dowry, but I desire more. Intelligence, a good heart and most importantly genuine affection is what I require before I exit the bachelor way of life."

"So you are not asking for much then cousin? I say, when ever you find this sublime creature please see if she has a sister. After all, one of your considerations was dowry and as you know, I need to marry someone who will bring some finance into the union, for I am the second son! That reminds me. Mother and father have invited you to a dinner the day after tomorrow. Do not pull that face, I was not reminded because there will be unattached ladies there. Not this time at least. However your unmarried state has been talked about during the past week or so that I have been back. So be warned, I see some match making scheme by my mother in the near future for you. I personally do not see the problem with talking to amiable, pretty girls for an evening, but I know that you can hardly string three sentences together to people you have not met so I will tease you no more."

"You can tell your parents that I shall attend, if only to warn off your mother in attempting to pair me off at her next soiree. I am perfectly capable of finding my future wife without her assistance."

The Colonel scoffed, "By what, glaring her into submission? I would love to see you court a lady; it shall be entertaining at least. I take back my earlier comment at your doing everything perfectly. I highly doubt that when the time comes and a worthy lady catches your attention you will be able to charm her into matrimony. You never open yourself up enough and you said yourself you did not want to marry someone who was just after your money. How are they supposed to know you if you never bother to open your mouth?"

"Richard I will be fine. You need not worry about my future matrimonial felicity. Let us talk about other things. How did you find Georgiana? She seems much better than when I left for my business trip, this new friend of hers, tell me about her. I believe you have met her, Georgie said you made her acquaintance at the theatre?"

"Alright I shall retreat on the subject for now Darce. As for Georgie she seems to be doing much better than before. She was telling me about her first meeting with Miss Bennet within ten minutes of me walking into the parlour. She seems a nice enough lady. I only met her for a few minutes but from what I saw she was respectable, intelligent and most importantly made Georgiana laugh. She genuinely seemed interested in her company and so I have no fears at this point for the friendship to deepen."

"After I noticed the change in Georgie I am reluctant to jeopardise anything that has brought her out of her depressed spirits. I am wary however after our dealings with Mrs Younge," Darcy scowled into his glass, "we were quite deceived by her openness and apparent friendliness. I do not want to make the same mistake twice. What about Miss Bennet's family? I have never heard of it before, I do not know the family. Perhaps I am being paranoid, but I cannot help it. I will do everything in my power to make sure that Georgie is not put through another ordeal like she had last summer."

The colonel looked sympathetically at the cousin who was almost like a brother to him. He too was a guardian of the youngest Darcy but it was the man sitting opposite him that held the majority of the responsibility towards the young girl. His initial instincts of Miss Bennet were all positive. After seeing the horrors of war and experiencing true comradeship with people from a variety of stations the importance of social standing and wealth meant less to him than to his cousin.

"Darce, I understand your reservations I really do, but from what I have seen of Miss Bennet and the relations that she was with, she seems a perfectly innocent and respectable friend for Georgie to have. I would not worry so much as you do. If anything out of the ordinary appears we can investigate it. If not it would be insulting to not only Miss Bennet if she found out her character was in doubt, but also to Georgiana who would be shaken by the lack of trust you have in her to determine who is a suitable friend."

Darcy sighed and contemplated what the colonel had imparted he knew it was true but he just did not want to see his little sister reduced again to the shell of a person she once was through trusting an unreliable character. He nodded at Richard to show him he understood his point and checked the time. He wanted to be back at the house for when Georgiana returned from her walk and hopefully meet this woman to judge for himself whether she was suitable to associate with the person who was held dearest to his heart. After exchanging farewells and the promise to attend the dinner in two days time Darcy headed out of the club and decided to wave his carriage off and take a walk through the park as it had turned into a lovely sunny day.

Meandering through the well worn paths of Hyde Park he spotted his sister in deep conversation with a small brunette. They were still quite a distance before he could reach them but he thought this would be a prime opportunity to find out more about his sister's new friend. He turned to the direction of the pair when he noticed Lord Morecroft intercept them and started talking to who he presumed was Miss Bennet. He scowled and picked up his pace. Morecroft was a few years ahead of Darcy in school and even back then he was known as a rake and had many followers of a less than respectable character, including Wickham. He knew his instinct was right when he heard about this charming new friend of Georgie's. Any lady who was friends with Morecroft could not be trusted. As he neared the threesome he noticed the rigid stance of Georgiana and managed to catch the last snippet of conversation. He deftly ensured that Morecroft left them and instantly had his attention on his sister; he therefore missed the leer from the Lord towards Elizabeth and the subsequent disgusted expression that flittered over her face in response. After he was assured that his sister was alright she turned around and addressed both of them.

"Brother, allow me to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Lizzy this is my brother William."

"Miss Bennet." Darcy made the perfunctory bow but no more. He now knew this woman's game and he would show her his sister was not to be trifled with.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr Darcy. Georgiana has praised you much, I was almost nervous to meet such a paragon of a brother, but Georgiana teased me and said I should not worry."

Darcy appraised the young woman in front of him. Appearance wise she was nothing spectacular, brown haired and a not quite symmetrical form Darcy did not know why Richard called her pretty. She was not unpretty, but neither was she out of the ordinary. Her speech was not quite what he was used to, and using his sister's name with such familiarity after such a small period of time. He was not impressed at all. He just nodded his head to her last statement and suggested they all walk back to his house.

"Oh I shall not impose on your time with your brother Georgiana; I know how much you want to catch up with him. It is not too far from where we first met I shall be perfectly alright seeing myself to my Aunt and Uncle's."

"Oh Lizzy are you sure? It really is not matter; I can call for the carriage to escort you home when we arrive back at the house."

"Not to worry Georgie, I am able to walk back; it really is a short distance. It was lovely seeing you again, we must walk out again soon. Goodbye Georgie. Mr Darcy." Elizabeth curtsied and turned to walk the opposite way they were headed.

Darcy had no doubt in his mind that she was off to find Lord Morecroft and was glad of the opportunity to somehow encourage Georgiana not to see Miss Bennet again. He spent the remainder of the short walk contemplating how he would ensure this without making her call into question her ability to judge a person's character.

Posted on: 2011-05-11

Chapter 6

As Elizabeth strolled back to her Aunt and Uncles house she mused on her morning excursion with Georgiana. Her initial impressions about the young woman seemed to be correct. She just needed a friend to confide in and she was willing to be that person. Her brother on the other hand was a different matter. Though she only briefly made contact with him she was not impressed. His entire demeanour exhaled disdain. At first she thought it was aimed solely at Lord Morecroft. She felt as much at ease with him as Georgiana apparently had when he first came upon them. She noticed his attentions upon Georgiana and was pleased to see the care and love the two siblings had for each other. Once the introductions were over Elizabeth looked up expecting to see the gallant brother that her new friend had spent a part of the morning extolling the virtues of. What she encountered instead were cold eyes and a grim expression. Although taken aback and rather offended by the look on Mr Darcy's face, Elizabeth lost none of her usual civility and managed to politely excuse herself from the Darcys to mull over her new acquaintance. That he was angry was indisputable, she imagined that it was an expression that could be often found on her own face when in the company of Lord Morecroft.

As this thought flitted across her consciousness Lizzy had an inkling as to what could cause the abrupt and rude behaviour of the handsome gentleman. She tried to look at the scene he encountered from his viewpoint. A known rake, for she could not believe that Morecroft was anything but, was chatting amiably (at least on his side) to his younger sister and some unknown friend of hers. From his perspective she could see how he might have misinterpreted their prior acquaintance to be more than it really was. Still, she scowled; he was being very prejudiced against someone he barely said two words to. She was rather insulted at the thought that he would think she actually wanted to be in company with Morecroft. She sighed; she admitted to herself she was being a bit hypocritical. She did not know the true reason why Mr Darcy seemed to be in a foul mood, it might have nothing to do with her at all. She would wait until they met again to make a true judgement of his character. She found Georgiana a very dear girl and did not want to harshly judge the brother she so admired without more evidence.

Her mind then switched onto the next subject for perusal. Lord Morecroft. The less thought about him the better was her conclusion. She was staying true to her earlier promise of not letting him ruin her stay in town, although his presence was becoming increasingly annoying.

Finishing her musings on the morning she basked in the rays of light that had emerged and happily made her way back to Gracechurch Street. She had never been privy to long bouts of ill humour even as a child and she had no intention to start now. Handing her pelisse and bonnet to the maid she entered the parlour where her Aunt was sitting reading some correspondence. She looked up when she saw her favourite niece had entered and enquired after her morning. Not being in the mood to review the morning again Lizzy decided to keep her true opinions to herself for the time being.

"It was lovely Aunt, Georgiana is sweet I am glad I made her acquaintance. Unfortunately our morning was somewhat tainted by Lord Morecroft appearing. Luckily for us Mr Darcy happened to be walking in the park and we managed to escape."

"You met Mr Darcy Lizzy? Was he as impressive as everyone seems to think so?"

"We barely met, I decided to make my way home after our encounter with the Lord" Lizzy replied evading the question, her Aunt did not notice or was not inclined to push for Lizzy's true thoughts, or so she thought until the next comment left her Aunt's mouth.

"And he saved you from Lord Morecroft? Perhaps he is the handsome Prince you have been waiting for my dear?" With a twinkle in her eye Madeline Gardiner eyed her niece awaiting her answer.

"I think not Aunt. Is that the post I see there? Has Jane written yet? I am expecting a letter from her any day now."

"I see you do not want to talk about Mr Darcy today, I will leave off the subject for now" Mrs Gardiner chuckled, rifled through the letters and picked one out handing it to Lizzy. "This arrived, it looks like Jane's writing, I shall go and check on the children, I am becoming suspicious. I have not heard them scurrying about for at least an hour. Enjoy your letter I will be down in a little while." With a kiss on her forehead she made her way to the nursery.

Happy to have avoided talking about Mr Darcy and Lord Morecroft as well as having a letter from Jane she eagerly tore the seal and devoured news from home.

Dear Lizzy,

Jane

Meanwhile back in Hyde Park, Georgiana was also analysing the morning's events. She thoroughly enjoyed Lizzy's company but was shocked at the story she heard about Lord Morecroft and how she saw first hand how persistent he could be. She did not think that she would have been able to handle him as well as Elizabeth could. In Elizabeth she saw someone she could admire, it was that type of confidence that Georgiana wanted to emulate. She figured she should start straight away and so as the siblings entered their townhouse Georgiana mustered up her courage and addressed her brother.

"Fitzwilliam" Darcy started and looked at his sister. She had never used such a tone with him before, he almost thought it was his mother; it was the same tone she used to use when he was in trouble.

"Yes Georgie." He said slightly bewildered at the slight anger he could see simmering in her eyes.

"I would like to have a word with you; perhaps we could go to your study?"

"Certainly, whatever is the matter?"

She did not answer him but walked straight into his study and turned to face him. Her bravado faltered somewhat at her brother's generally confused facial expression but as she recalled his callous behaviour towards her new friend her courage rose again.

"Would you sit down please Fitzwilliam, there is an important matter we must discuss."

Darcy had by now reigned in his shock and began to contemplate the reason for his sisters unnatural behaviour. He had a sudden thought that perhaps Georgiana had realised the worthlessness of her friend and was wondering how to sever the acquaintance without being rude. Yes that seemed plausible to Darcy. He reminded himself not to underestimate Georgiana's perception of people. The events at Ramsgate had obviously made her more discerning at judging people. Glad that he had figured out the cause he relaxed and waited for Georgie to begin.

"Brother. I am most ashamed of you!" Exclaimed his usually sedate sister. Darcy frowned in confusion. Ashamed? Whatever for?! He had done nothing wrong; he had saved her from the company of Lord Morecroft and was as civil to Miss Bennet as could be expected. She had obviously learnt the true worth of her new friend's character so he did not know why she was berating him so!

"Georgie I do not follow? What have I done to make you act so out of character?"

"Me out of character brother?! What about you? I introduced you to my new friend, who I would like to become much better acquainted with and you just glare at her hardly acknowledging her presence. You were unbelievably rude, I hardly recognised you! You are more pleasant to Caroline Bingley and we all know what kind of lady she is. Lizzy has had more than enough discourtesy from one man of our acquaintance, I am most heartily ashamed that you have become another. What must she think?!" Georgiana stopped to suck in a breath. She had never lost her temper like that to her brother but once she had started and seen her brother's look of total disdain when she mentioned her new friend she found that she could not stop.

Darcy on the other hand was getting more disturbed by his sister's tirade. It seemed that Miss Bennet had drawn Georgiana in completely he needed to clear this situation up quickly.

"Georgie" He started in a caring yet stern voice. "I see you have become rather attached to Miss Bennet, but what do you know about her really? She knows Lord Morecroft, he was obviously much enamoured of her and he is not a good man my dear. I do not think that she is a suitable lady for you to associate with. Did you see how they were together and how she left our company as soon as he did? I am sure she went to meet him afterwards."

Georgie just looked at her brother in complete contempt before replying to his absurd conclusions.

"And what made you jump to these conclusions brother? Shall I tell you how I saw the meeting take place? I saw Elizabeth trying to make Lord Morecroft leave but he persisted, then I saw my brother act in a most un-gentlemanlike manner towards her with no provocation. How insulted must she feel! And by my dearest relation as well!"

"Georgie you did not see the way he was looking at her."

"Yes brother I did. Yes I did see the way he looked at her but you obviously did not see how she looked at him." Here Georgiana paused deliberating whether to share the confidence that was given to her earlier in the day. She realised that the only way her brother would come round was for her to explain the situation that led to Elizabeth coming to London. Once he saw the error of his ways he would surely apologise and get to know the real Elizabeth and not just the one he had fabricated.

"Do you know why she was giving him such a look of contempt and hatred? Why she is even in London in the first place? No you do not. You just saw what you wanted to see and made wild assumptions. Lizzy vehemently detests Lord Morecroft. She made his acquaintance when he rented out a nearby hall to where she lived. He became enamoured of her, but she saw straight through him and when he offered her marriage she declined. He would not accept this answer and persisted in his suit. She escaped to London where he followed her and has continued to pursue her. The reason she left us is probably due to your behaviour towards her. You were so discourteous brother. I do not understand how you came to be so judgemental on not a lot of evidence."

Darcy just stared at his sister. Could he have been so wrong? But no, surely it was clear in all their interactions. He liked to think of himself as a perceptive person and to have erred on such a great scale did not seem plausible. He replayed the events in his head and a sinking feeling started to grow within him. If he had been wrong then he had been abominably rude to one of Georgie's only friends. But his pride would not concede defeat just yet. He decided to accept that he may have been mistaken but would reserve judgement on her until he had completed a more thorough investigation of her character.

Georgie looked at her brother and saw him digesting this new bout of information; she sat next to him and gently took his hands in her smaller ones.

"William, I love you and look up to you. But today I could not be proud of you. You judged my friend with no evidence, you presumptuous attitude was not at all flattering."

This opinion of him coming from his sweet Georgie caused Darcy pain but he kept to his earlier resolution. Squeezing her hands Darcy looked softly at his sister, "I am still not convinced of your friend's trustworthiness however I am willing to admit that I may have judged hastily. Next time I meet her I will be more civil. I promise. But you in return have to be open to the possibility that she is not who she seems. Please Georgie, for me. I do not want to see you hurt again. Everything I do is to protect you."

Looking at the heartfelt concern her brother had for her Georgie threw her arms around him and whispered a soft thank you to him as he returned the hug. They both knew it was not just a thank you for today's resolution, but for everything he had done for her since that fateful trip to Ramsgate.

Chapter 7

The next two days passed uneventfully for the Darcy siblings; they both followed their usual routines in the mornings and took the opportunity to spend time together in the afternoons and evening. The previous disagreement between them went unspoken but it was always at the back of their minds. Georgiana's ire had lessened considerably after her confrontation with her brother and was now anticipating the next time Elizabeth and William would meet. Darcy however did not look upon his next meeting with Miss Bennet with as much enthusiasm. Nothing good would come out of it. If he was right then it would crush his sister as she would be once again fooled into a false friendship. On the other hand if he was wrong, well, he was bad enough in social settings in the first place but to have made such a grievous error to a sincere and amiable gentleman's daughter…he did not know how he would handle the situation. Sighing at his musings he dismissed his valet. Satisfied with his appearance he went to wait for Georgiana at the bottom of the stairs. They had the Fitzwilliam's invitation to dinner that evening and both he and his sister would not miss the opportunity to dine with their favourite relatives even if sometimes they were a little overbearing.

The Fitzwilliams had always been on close terms with the Darcys even when their parents were alive. The two branches of family would visit each other often and be welcomed with open arms every time. Lady Anne Darcy, William's mother, was the younger sister of Henry Matlock, who was now head of the family. When she and George Darcy passed onto their next lives he and his wife ingratiated his niece and nephew into their immediate family as if they were their own. Although they did not live at his estate they would never be turned out if they were to unexpectedly arrive, same with their town house. Henry and his wife Eleanor had seen the Darcy children grow from infants to adults and were as proud of them as they were sure their parents would be if they were still alive. The only thing that worried the Fitzwilliams was the disposition of the two. Although they were both of the higher circles of society and had no want for money or connections their dispositions were somewhat quiet.

Georgiana he knew was only just entering womanhood and had time to grow out of her shell more. The latest Wickham fiasco had not helped his favourite niece in gaining more confidence but he had every belief that eventually she would be a formidable member of the ton. William however was another matter. He was now twenty seven years old; he had his own estate, could manage business affairs impeccably and was always civil to acquaintances. Henry knew him to be kind and loving to those he knew and fiercely loyal, he was intelligent and had a good head on his shoulders; unfortunately the majority of people did not see this side of him. To others he knew that William seemed aloof, distant, almost cold. He and his family knew that he was just painfully shy and took too much upon himself; the weight of the world did not need to rest on him alone. Sadly this was something that Darcy needed to realise and it was with this in mind that he and his wife wanted to broach the subject of marriage with him. Eleanor and Henry had become convinced that if William could find a worthy woman to make him more at ease, respect and love him then he would truly flourish. They loved him dearly and knew that his parents would want to see him happy in love, they knew they certainly did.

At precisely seven o'clock the footmen announced Mr and Miss Darcy into the parlour where they were warmly greeted by their Aunt, Uncle and cousins. Richard smiled at the pair and stole Georgiana away to see how his charge was getting on. Andrew, the eldest Fitzwilliam was of a quieter nature and greeted his cousins warmly though more restrained than the rest of the family. Lord and Lady Matlock showered the two orphans with affection and told them to take a seat. With Georgiana talking to Richard and Andrew who had joined them after nodding towards him, Darcy was left to be scrutinized by his relations.

"William my boy! It has been too long. Tell your aunt and uncle whatever escapades you have been up to." Although Lord Matlock had similar looks to his eldest, his demeanour was nearly identical to Richard's though perhaps a little more respectful, but not by much. He always greeted him thus ever since he was a little boy.

"Uncle, Aunt, I am sorry for the wait, I have been away on business and it took longer than I anticipated, since I have been back I have tried to spend as much time as possible with Georgie. I missed her whilst I was on my travels. Speaking of which, if you have a few spare moments later tonight or tomorrow I would like to hear your opinions on some business propositions I have come across."

"Meet me at my club tomorrow morning, we can discuss it then. I find I am not in the mood to entertain business thoughts this evening."

"Very well I shall be seated at the usual place by eleven"

"Good good. Now that is out the way how have you been, apart from your business travels of course? Have you met any ladies of interest?"

"I see your subtlety has not improved in the slightest Uncle." Darcy grimaced at the thought of the superficial women of the ton. "I am sorry to inform you that I am still very much the bachelor and shall stay so for the foreseeable future."

His Aunt then decided to input her thoughts after this statement as she pressed, "Is there no-one at all William? Your Uncle and I would love to see you happily settled. You have been alone too long. There are a few pretty girls that are of my acquaintance that I could invite to dine one evening so you can get to know them."

"No. No matchmaking Aunt. I beg you. Just because Andrew has found himself a wife and Richard is too wild to be tamed do not shift your attentions upon me! As I told your youngest son two days ago, I am perfectly capable of finding my own partner in life!" Darcy did not mean to sound so petulant but he could not help it, the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

His uncle chuckled at his nephew's tone whilst his wife slumped her shoulders. "I only want you to be happy William, I really think that a wife would be good for you. I worry that you are so focused on your estate and business and Georgiana that your life will fly by and you will not experience the joys of being in love." Darcy gave a crooked smile to his parent-like figures and placed his hands over his Aunts.

"Aunt, do not fret. I am not disinclined to marry. I have just not met the right lady. You can take solace in the fact that you shall be the first to know, after Georgiana of course, when I finally succumb to the wedded state."

Darcy was saved from the inquisition by dinner being served. As they all sat round the table the conversation turned more jovial and much laughter was spread around throughout the courses. Georgiana's happier countenance was noticed by all and after marvelling at the lightness that seemed to remerge from her niece Eleanor decided to enquire as to the source. Being of a more subtle character who was an expert at extracting information from any member of the ton she innocently asked her how she was as she had not had the chance to do so earlier.

"I am very well, thank you Aunt."

"I am glad to hear it. I hope with your brother gone for a number of weeks you were not too lonely. I know Richard escorted you the other night to the theatre but I have not had the chance to ask him how it went."

"Oh, it was wonderful, I enjoyed it immensely! I also met a new friend this week." Here Georgiana paused slightly and glared at her brother. Although subtle Richard and Eleanor both picked up on it and wondered at its cause. "She really is lovely, so lively! Richard met her at the theatre and William two days ago."

"A new friend? That is good news indeed Georgiana, I am glad you have found people of your own age to associate with. Not that I do not enjoy your company but I know what it is like to be young and to confide in someone who is of similar age. Pray what is her name? Do we know her?"

Here Darcy was becoming slightly uncomfortable with the topic and sought to change it. He did not want a repeat of the discussion from two nights ago. Even now he saw Richard giving him a peculiar look. He had obviously seen the glare his sister had shot him. He cleared his throat and answered on behalf of Georgiana.

"Her name is a Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Hertfordshire. I doubt you would have heard of her she is from a small estate but she is currently staying with her Aunt and Uncle I believe. Speaking of friends, I had a letter from Edmund Blake. You would probably remember his father; we grew up together in Derbyshire. I have not seen him in many years and he is now back in the country with some new endeavour he wants to talk about. I am having dinner with him this week."

Eleanor and Richard already alerted by Georgiana's glare to Darcy were becoming more suspicious after his quite obvious attempt to change the course of conversation away from Elizabeth Bennet. However they were wise enough not to mention anything over the dinner table and went along with new strand of talk reminiscing about the men's antics from their boyhoods and other general topics for the rest of the evening.

Once it was time to leave and the carriage was drawn, Henry clapped his nephew on the back and confirmed the plans to meet at his club in the morning. As they were turning out the door Richard called out to his cousin.

"Darce! After you have talked with father perhaps we could have a drink and a game of billiards? I spoke to Georgiana already, I know she has plans so you can not refuse!"

Darcy glanced at Georgie, he did not know that she had plans; perhaps she had made them with their Aunt whilst the men were having a glass of port. Not being able to think up an excuse he acquiesced and waved his family goodnight. He saw the look that Richard had given him that evening and knew he would want to talk soon. He sighed as he realised he could not avoid it. As they settled into the carriage Darcy inquired as to his sisters plans.

"I am returning Elizabeth's call. Her Aunt will be in also. She seemed a kind woman, she knew Mama! I am looking forward to strengthening my acquaintance with both ladies." This was said in such a tone and accompanied by such a look that Darcy chose not to fight over Miss Bennet's suitability at present. The fact that her aunt appeared to know their mother was another interesting point. The gnawing feeling in his stomach returned. He pushed all thoughts of Elizabeth Bennet out of his mind; it would do no good to dwell on such things. He just nodded his head and gave some inconsequential acknowledgement and lost himself in his thoughts for the remainder of the short journey.

Posted on: 2011-05-21

Chapter Eight

Elizabeth and the Gardiner's like the Darcy's, had a quiet few days after their meeting in Hyde Park. Edward was busy at work during the day whilst Lizzy and Madeline pottered around the house and looked after the children as their governess was visiting family in the north. It was whilst Lizzy was reading her cousins a bed time story that Madeline and Edward were acquainting each other with their days. They had not the time they usually had for each other with the governess away and their niece visiting. Not that begrudged having her there. Not at all. They loved Lizzy as their own, but they would be lying if they said that they did not sometimes miss the companionship that only came from their situation as man and wife.

Edward and Madeline had made a true love match which was the foundation for their marriage of respect and affection. They confided everything to each other and if anything, their love had only increased as their marriage continued and family grew. It was the mutual esteem that they held for each other that led Edward to always keep his wife abreast of any interesting business developments. Edward Gardiner was a sensible and intelligent man and a gifted business associate. He had many contacts in all spheres and in many different areas of commerce and was one of the most respected men in the business. He was modest as well which endeared him to many. He had more money that what his possessions would suggest but he was not one to flaunt his situation. He and his family had moved to his current home for its location. It was close to his office and made him more accessible and comfortable to those not of the higher spheres. In short if you needed advice on business and its related issues Edward Gardiner was a very good person to know.

Edward was filling Maddie, as he had named his wife during their courtship, in with his newest contact in his business world. A prominent landowner who had just arrived back in England had approached him after hearing reports about the illustrious Gardiner and had given him a selection of plans to look over to see if it would be a profitable and wise investment. Until then the client had assumed everything would be in order and was going to sign away a substantial amount of money to the project. Luckily for him he was advised to seek out Mr Gardiner before anything was finalised and through his expertise Edward had discovered a ploy and extracted his new client from the certain con. Grateful for this save his client who was of a friendly countenance had taken a shining to Gardiner and likewise Gardiner had to him. Over the past weeks they had formed a friendship of sorts and were frequently in each other's company.

After congratulating her husband on his achievement and pleased for his new friendship she broached a topic that she had not the opportunity to before due to Lizzy's presence.

"My dear, I fear we must talk about Lord Morecroft." Maddie stated with concern showing in every feature. "He intercepted Lizzy again on her walk in Hyde Park yesterday. She did not mention anything specific but I could tell from her countenance that she is growing weary of his constant attentions. She fled Longbourn to escape his advances and now he has followed her here and is once again pressing his suit. I do not know how we can protect her; it is not as though we can keep her under lock and key. Nor should we have to. Edward can you think of anything at all to ease her situation?"

Edward sighed and contemplated the situation. When he first received information from his brother-in law regarding the situation with Morecroft he was concerned as he had heard of the Lord's rakish ways. He did not want Lizzy, or any of his family to associate with him. He had already told the servants to inform Morecroft they were not receiving visitors if he were to call but clearly this only had a limited effect. It was when Elizabeth was outside of his home that he worried most. He had thought that surely Morecroft would grow bored when Lizzy clearly did not welcome his advances but evidence suggested this was not the case. Morecroft had many allies and was not easy to thwart. He had had the displeasure of working with him once at the beginning of his career and was not at all impressed with him as a young man and would not voluntarily work with him again.

"I agree. The situation is escalating. I would have thought he would back away by now; clearly this is not the case. I may talk to some of my closer associates and ask in a general way how to deal with him. No names will be mentioned at present of course. It would do no good to highlight Elizabeth's involvement with the man. No matter how one-sided it is."

"That would ease my mind greatly Edward. Thank you my love. I do not think we should mention anything to Elizabeth though, not until we have something more solid to ease her mind."

"I agree completely my dear. I want her time here to be enjoyable and carefree. In fact I have an invitation from my new business associate. He invited all of us to a dinner held at his house a week from now. A small gathering only a few families I believe. It would be a brilliant way to take her mind off Lord Morecroft and show her that not all men of higher circles are disagreeable!"

"That sounds wonderful Edward! This will also give us an opportunity to go shopping. As you know retail therapy is a tried and tested remedy to downtrodden spirits!"

"Ah yes, of course. Tell me Maddie, which medical journal did you gather this information? Or was it from last months La Belle Assembl?e?" Edward responded with mirth in his eyes.

"I do not know what you are talking about my dear." Maddie sniffed theatrically and rose from the sofa. "I shall go and check on our offspring, would you care to join me? I think I will then retire for the night."

Edward chuckled as he also stood up and kissed his wife on the cheek. "You know I will always go where you are my love."

Relishing the affection that was still shown her years after they were married Maddie beamed at her husband and together they made their way upstairs for the evening.

The next morning Madeline and Elizabeth were sitting in the parlour working on some samplers when Miss Georgiana Darcy was announced. Pleased to see her new friend Lizzy warmly greeted her.

"Georgie! Welcome! You remember my Aunt? Madeline Gardiner, Aunt this is Georgie" Elizabeth beckoned the young girl over to where they had been occupied.

"Of course I remember my dear." Turning towards Georgiana she offered her a seat. "Welcome to our home, please take a seat, I'm happy you could join us this morning."

Shyly Georgiana took the proffered seat. "Thank you Mrs Gardiner. I am glad I am not imposing on your morning. It is just that I would dearly like to further my acquaintance with both of you and so I thought I would call today." She trailed off a little awkwardly but fortunately both Elizabeth and her aunt were skilled conversationalists and eased her into conversation.

As the visit progressed Georgie felt as though she was with family members as opposed to new acquaintances and they were all on a first name basis. Maddie was only a few years older than William but she seemed younger somehow. She was glad for that fateful day in Hyde Park that brought her these people into her life. With the familiarity that now existed between the three ladies Georgiana felt comfortable to bring up a topic she was most interested in.

"Madeline. I remember you mentioning that you knew my mother from your time in Lambton. I would love to hear anything about her as I only have relatives' viewpoints and those have been exhausted many times over."

"Of course you are curious; anyone would be in your situation. I only met your mother a handful of times. I would often help my own with her charity work and it was during these events that I met her. She was a graceful and beautiful woman, she had a welcoming presence around her, I see these parts of her in you in fact." Georgie looked down but was glowing with the knowledge that she had something in common with her mother. For obvious reasons she did not fully trust her family to tell her the complete truth but Madeleine did not have to add this to make her feel better. She could tell she was genuine in her praise and it boosted Georgiana's spirit more than anything since the Ramsgate affair. "I remember she was kind to all of us, and would sneak us sweets when our parents were not looking! She was a great favourite amongst all. The annual festive ball at Pemberley was always a highlight of the year where we were allowed to explore the grounds and house with all its decorations. It really was magnificent. Your parents did an awful lot for the community but from what I hear from my friends who still live there the current residents of the house are not far removed from their parents. Only good things can be heard about you and your brother."

Feeling embarrassed from such a compliment Georgiana deflected the praise onto her brother, claiming he handled most of the estate affairs and she only helped when she could within the bounds of her position. She was not yet out and had lessons etc to attend; also she was only at her home in Derbyshire for less than half the year.

Recognising the emotion in the young woman before her Madeline once again changed topics but noticed Lizzy was not quite as active in the conversation as before. This was a very astute observation by her Aunt. Lizzy's mind had wandered somewhat. Her knowledge of Mr Darcy was again confusing her. She had no idea what her Aunt knew of the current Master of Pemberley but it once again did not match up to her initial impressions. She reminded herself that she was not going to judge him on that one appearance but she was finding it more difficult as she continued to muse on that encounter to excuse his rude behaviour. The new information regarding his generosity threw her once again. She made a mostly imperceptible shake of her head and told herself to stop thinking about that man and once again focused on the conversation at hand.

The ladies had spent all day talking, pausing only for a light lunch. However as the sky began to darken Georgiana noticed that dinner time now approached and she had better make her way back to her own home. After politely declining the invitations to dinner as she wanted to spend time with her brother, she bade Lizzy and Maddie fond farewells whilst extracting promises from both to call upon her soon. With their guest gone Lizzy and Maddie shared their thoughts on the young woman and both agreed that she was a lovely girl and looked forward to their next meeting.

Later that evening when Edward had returned home from work and the children were in bed the trio were in the parlour talking over the day's events. With the excitement of Miss Darcy's arrival Madeline had forgotten to inform Elizabeth that they had a dinner invitation the following week to a new friend of Mr Gardiner's.

"Edward I can not remember the name of the client what was it again my dear?"

"He is a lovely chap; he has got a similar temperament to you Lizzy. I imagine you will get along fairly well. His name is Mr Blake, Mr Edmund Blake."

Chapter Nine

The morning that Georgiana went to visit Miss Bennet Darcy left to have his meeting with the Earl. The meeting with his Uncle went satisfactorily. His advice on Darcy's business acquaintances were the same that he himself had already established and he felt secure in proceeding to the next level. He was then informed that his cousin would not be able to make the arranged engagement as his General had called him on an errand early that morning that could not be delayed. After confirming that the next day would be better suited for his cousin he bade his uncle farewell and returned home. As he had the day to himself with Georgiana out, he busied himself with Pemberley business and indulged in reading for an hour or two.

Dinner was fast approaching and Georgiana was still not back. He began to grow worried; he should have enquired the exact location of Miss Bennet's Aunt and Uncle in case anything was wrong. As this thought passed through his mind the front door could be heard opening. Darcy quickly strode to the front entrance where he saw with relief his sister removing her bonnet. She looked up at his entrance and he was surprised at the joy that was on her face. His earlier worried thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he was curious as to what caused the obvious happiness radiating form his sister. After they had both changed and were sat for dinner Georgiana began her account of the day. She was exuberant in her praise of Miss Bennet and her Aunt or Lizzy and Maddie as she was now permitted to call them. Darcy could not but be touched by what their efforts at befriending his sister had resulted in. After hearing the stories about his mother Darcy was once again feeling quite guilty at his previous thoughts towards Miss Bennet and her Aunt but decided not to dwell on it too much. The rest of the evening was spent in each other's company where Georgiana played a few pieces on the piano before they retired to their rooms.

The next morning Darcy could be seen once again ascending the steps of his club, this time to meet Richard. Seeing his cousin already seated he approached him and sat down opposite.

"Darce, sorry about yesterday, the General called me in unexpectedly, could not be avoided I am afraid. Hope it was not too inconvenient."

"Do not worry about a thing Richard; I caught up on estate business that needed to be looked over. I hope everything is alright cousin?" he replied with concern. His Cousin always so happy looked a little worse for wear.

"Oh I am fine Darce, just had a little too much to drink last night. I met with an old friend who I had not seen in years and we thought it would be a good idea to consume half the liquor in London."

Darcy chuckled glad to know that nothing serious was ailing his favourite cousin.

"You could have sent a note cancelling today, I would have understood."

The Colonel grimaced as a wave of nausea swept over him and replied.

"I am fine, a hangover is nothing compared to war Darce, I will be back to my usual charming self in a few hours. I wanted to speak to you about Georgiana. Well actually I suppose it is more to do with Miss Bennet." Here Darcy grimaced. He knew his cousin had caught the look Georgie had sent him over dinner the other night.

"I thought as much Richard. What pearls of wisdom do you wish to impart today then?"

"No need to be on the defensive cousin. I merely wanted to enquire what is wrong and if I could help?"

"Oh." Darcy was taken aback; usually his cousin was more teasing. He made a mental note to visit Richard when hung over more often if he was not in the mood for being mercilessly ridiculed. Not wanting to prolong the conversation he gave an account of what happened the day in Hyde Park and the subsequent argument with Georgiana. The Colonel sat pensively for a few minutes, whether contemplating what he had just heard or battling another wave of nausea Darcy could not tell.

"Well Darce, you really were a bit of an ass this time."

"I beg your pardon Richard?! Whatever do you mean?"

"You jumped straight into a conclusion, a wrong one may I add, without analysing the facts. I already told you I saw no harm and Georgie had nothing but praise for her. Why did you judge this woman so hastily? When I encountered them in the theatre Lord Morecroft turned up there as well. You could clearly see she was displeased with his presence and wanted nothing more than to escape his company. I warned you last time we spoke not to do exactly what you have done. It is up to you to apologise. You are obviously not as skilled at judging characters as you once thought. Your arrogance when it comes to meeting unfamiliar people Darcy really needs to be adjusted. I learnt after combat that wealth and circumstances really do not mean a lot- it is the character of a person that is the true measure of their goodness. I see from your look that you are offended. I do not blame you. You are a good man Cousin, one of the most generous and kind men I know, but this one facet of your personality does need to be addressed before it causes more people hurt."

Darcy absentmindedly wandered through London after his meeting with his cousin. After Richards's speech attacking his character the conversation did not last long. Both wanted to leave, Richard to get some water and rest, and Darcy to mull over what he had heard. He had sent his carriage back home and opted to walk as he had much to think about. Had he really been so arrogant? He was not used to attacks on his character and at first would take no heed to Richard's advice. Just as he was solidifying his decision Georgiana's voice drifted through his consciousness. Her reproofs of his behaviour were brought to the forefront of his mind and he once again re-evaluated his hasty behaviour. Perhaps he had been a little harsh. He always prided himself on being a fair and honourable person, it seemed he had been lacking of late and would have to amend his earlier apparent mistake. Sighing in resignation he decided to visit his favourite bookstore; spending an hour choosing books to add to his collection always put him in a better mood.

Entering the respectable establishment he made his way to the counter where an elderly gentleman had just finished serving a customer. The proprietor seeing the young man before him smiled and greeted Darcy in the fatherly tone he had first used when he was a young boy coming in with elder Mr Darcy.

"Mr Darcy! What a pleasure to see you again. It has been a while! I have the books you ordered in the back they arrived this morning; your timing is fortuitous indeed. How is Miss Darcy? I hope she enjoyed the novels you bought her last time you were here."

"Mr Granger, how are you? I have been away on business for a few weeks so I have not been able to make my regular trips here. I plan to remedy that today, there is nothing like a good book to distract oneself from everyday matters. Georgie is fine; your recommendations were excellent as always, she devoured the novels within days. Though she thought them a little far-fetching, she was entertained none the less."

"I am well I thank you sir. Business has been thriving so I can have no complaints. I am glad the young Miss Darcy enjoyed the selection, although not newly published she is probably now of the age where she can enjoy the works of Mrs Radcliffe, I remember she was vastly popular ten years ago or so when the Mysteries of Udolpho was first released and every young woman should have read at least one of her works; where else would they get their inspiration from to daydream about haunted castles and dashing counts?"

Darcy smiled amused by the older man's exuberance, "I have not read it, but somehow I do not think I would appreciate it as much as my sister. I think I shall browse the shelves for a while, I will be back in a short while to collect my other books." With a bow he turned around and made for the rows of books, content to spend time sifting through the vast range of volumes before him.

Darcy was scanning the shelves and was not looking where he was going when he unceremoniously knocked into something. He automatically reached out and helped the person he had unwittingly collided with. Once they were both steady he looked up to meet a pair of startled, brown eyes that sharpened in recognition. With a start he discovered them to belong to none other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the very lady he had wanted to avoid thinking about. He realised he still had his hand on her arm and recoiled quickly. Remembering his manners he bowed.

"Miss Bennet. I am terribly sorry I was not paying attention to my surroundings. I hope I have not caused you much discomfort." There, Darcy thought, that was civil, and gentleman-like, despite nearly knocking her to the ground.

"Mr Darcy, it is no trouble I assure you. I too, was distracted otherwise I would have noticed someone was in the vicinity." She looked away from his gaze with reddened cheeks. Curious at her reaction and wanting to make up for their earlier interaction in Hyde Park Darcy tried to think of anything to say. It was times like this he was envious of Richard and his good friend Charles Bingley; they both possessed an ability to create easy conversation especially with those of the opposite sex. Darcy on the other hand was so used to ignoring the fawning women of the ton it seemed he had quite lost the talent of conversing normally to anyone of the fairer sex that were not of his family. With a clearing of his throat he scrambled for something to say.

"I hope you are well Miss Bennet?" Not bad Darcy, a bit short, but polite.

Elizabeth seemed momentarily surprised at such a civility and Darcy felt a wave of guilt for his rude behaviour at their previous meeting. It was not for long though and she gave him a small smile.

"I am very well I thank you Mr Darcy. Yourself?"

"I too am well thank you."

An awkward silence stretched between the pair as each tried to think of something to say; eventually Darcy broke the spell with a bow.

"I shall leave you to your browsing Miss Bennet, I hope you have a pleasant day." With that uttered he quickly made his way to the counter to collect his pre-ordered books from Mr Granger.

Meanwhile Lizzy was discomposed and a little bit mortified. After a morning walk she decided to visit the bookstore she frequented whenever she was in town as her Uncle had ordered a selection of Byron's poems for her that was now ready for collection. Seeing that Mr Granger was busy with a customer she did not bother to go near the counter. Instead she went to look through the many books available. As she was working her way through the shelves towards the back of the shop she spotted Les Liaisons Dangereuses. This was a book she had not read but knew to be on the top shelf of her father's bookcase; a shelf that she was not permitted to read. Lizzy therefore knew that the book was probably not deemed suitable reading for a young lady. However she was of a curious nature and so after stretching onto her toes she plucked the volume from the shelf. Glad that she had learnt her French most diligently she started to read the forbidden novel and soon forgot her surroundings as she read the letters between Vicomte De Valmont and the Marquise De Merteuil and the other characters. She soon discovered why this was not standard reading for women of her age but was interested none the less. She could not but compare the character of Valmont to Lord Morecroft and she shuddered to think what dark thoughts lurked in the Lord's mind. So lost in her musings she did not notice that she was not the only one in the aisle and she soon found herself falling, only to be caught in a firm grip.

Glancing up she was surprised to see Mr Darcy. She saw recognition flash in his eyes as he stared back. She still felt the warm grasp of his hand on her arm and was about to move it when he recoiled as though he had been burnt. It was about this time she remembered the book that was in her hand, and was immediately embarrassed. To be found reading such a book in the middle of a bookstore! She had read enough to realise this was not really an appropriate book and she doubted he would want his sister to associate with someone who enjoyed reading such scandalous books in public. She prayed that he would not notice what it was she had been reading as he apologised. She answered politely, but wished he would go away so she could put the book back on its shelf. She was surprised at the civility shown when he enquired after her and gave a small smile whilst answering in the affirmative. She would normally have initiated a conversation at this point but she was painfully aware what she held in her hand and could not think of what to say. Eventually he once again broke the silence and departed with a bow, declaring that he needed to pick up his purchases and without waiting for a reply he was gone.

Sighing in relief Elizabeth hastily returned the book to its former resting place and slowly made her way to the counter, hoping that Mr Darcy had already left. Alas, luck was not on her side and both Mr Granger and Mr Darcy were talking over the counter, the latter with a small, wrapped bundle secured under his arm. As she approached the desk both turned to her, Mr Darcy bowed again whilst Mr Granger was his usual jovial self and after realising his two customers knew each other he pronounced.

"Ah Miss Bennet, Mr Darcy you already know each other I see! Two of my favourite customers ordering the same book! You both are collecting Lord Byron's new work of poetry. I did not see you come in Miss Bennet, I shall only be a moment." With a smile he bustled into the storeroom leaving Darcy and Elizabeth alone again. Now that she was much more composed Elizabeth felt more at ease and felt more than a little silly at her actions of before. She smiled at Darcy who was looking at her curiously. Deciding not to take offence at the look she initiated the conversation this time.

"Mr Darcy, you are a fan of Byron then? I must admit this is my first foray into his writing, my father does not approve of him, however my Uncle does and he ordered this for me when I first arrived in town."

Darcy, who was surprised and a little impressed at her choice in reading material, replied in the affirmative.

"Yes I have enjoyed several of his titles, if you enjoy this one you might want to read 'The Giaour' I found that one particularly interesting." Pleased with his response Darcy was about to enquire what other authors Miss Bennet enjoyed reading when Mr Granger re-emerged with Elizabeth's book. She paid him for the book and deciding she had best make her way home as she promised her Aunt she would not be long she said farewell to Mr Granger and turned to Darcy.

"Mr Darcy, thank you for the recommendation, I will certainly keep it in mind for when I finish this volume. Please say hello to Georgiana for me. I hope you have a good day."

"It was no problem Miss Bennet. I hope you enjoy your read and have a pleasant day. Goodbye." He bowed his head and with a curtsy and a smile she exited the shop.

After also saying goodbye to Mr Granger, Darcy made his way back home. He felt better than he had for the past few days, he accounted for it by his visit to the bookshop. Whether it was the browsing of books or the encounter with Miss Elizabeth and her fine eyes that lightened his mood he dared not contemplate.

Chapter Ten

Posted on: 2011-05-26

Darcy was going through his correspondence whilst Georgiana was occupied with her piano. Whilst sorting through the various invitations and business notes he saw a messy scrawl that could only belong to his good friend Charles Bingley. When he had last spoken to Charles he had been investigating various properties that would be suitable for him to rent. Normally Darcy would have been more involved in such a momentous task for his friend; unfortunately his business trip had prevented him being of much use. He also realised that perhaps Charles relied too much on his judgement and it was time for him to branch out on his own. He would always be available for counsel if asked but it was time for Bingley to stand firmly on his own two feet. If that meant he had to spend less time in Caroline Bingley's presence then that was an added benefit to the scheme. Breaking the seal he unfolded the missive and began to decipher the near illegible writing:

Darcy,

Charles

Darcy grinned at the letter; it had been too long since he had met with his enthusiastic friend. He was glad that he had taken the initiative to look for a new home and that he had considered all angles before signing the contracts. The mention of Caroline brought a grimace to his face; she had been a source of discomfort to Darcy ever since he first met her. It was ten years or so ago when he visited Charles's home during university and she was back from school as well. An annoyance of the highest degree her company only became more wearisome as his friendship with Charles deepened. He had given her no encouragement yet she had apparently decided that he would be her future spouse. He very much doubted that it was his company she desired but rather his reported ten thousand pounds a year, Pemberley as well as a house in town.

He stopped his thoughts and decided to write back and send it to his townhouse as Darcy noticed Bingley had forgotten to write a return address in his haste to acquaint Darcy with his news. He replied that he was not yet sure when he would be able to travel to his new home but he will do when he gets the chance and he would also ask Georgiana if she wanted to come. He also gave Bingley leave to call on him at any time if he promised to keep Caroline's contact with him to a minimum.

The rest of his day was spent within his study with his steward; Georgiana had left in the afternoon to visit their Fitzwilliam relations whilst he was out for dinner at Blake's. After dressing for dinner he called his carriage and made his way to the house he had not visited since his University days.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy!"

Darcy looked up at the familiar voice and he broke out into a smile as he recognised his old childhood friend walking down the hallway. His appearance had hardly changed since the last encounter they had had. Blake had a similar build to Darcy, athletic but not overly so, but whereas Darcy's features were dark Blake's were light with blonde hair and blue eyes. Needless to say Blake had always been popular with the fairer sex having a similar disposition to Bingley but was just as intelligent and quick as Darcy. The three of them were inseparable during their schooling and Blake was eager to get re-acquainted with his friends after so long starting with Darcy.

"Edmund! It has been too long my friend"

"Too true Darce. Come on in to the study, I know studies and libraries are your favourite places in a house. Well at least they were, do not tell me you actually actively socialise when you are at a party now? I do not think I could stand the shock!"

Darcy followed Blake into the familiar study that was lined with books and had several sofas and chairs spread about giving the room a relaxed and welcoming atmosphere.

"I see your sense of humour is still intact after these years Eddie" Blake grimaced at the nickname he hated so much. "I am as sociable as I ever was Blake; however I never had any objections to the other rooms, just the occupants within."

Blake chuckled as he poured out two glasses of port. Handing one to Darcy he mused, "I am glad you are the same, if only in essentials to the man I knew! No Mrs Darcy yet I gather? No-one caught your eye? I have a mind to search for one this season, settle down and what not."

Darcy rolled his eyes, "What is with this week? You are the fourth person to ask about my matrimonial status, or lack thereof! You may search all you like Blake but the ton is full of empty-headed, preening women desperate to catch any man with a fortune. The Blake family is a long standing and influential family; you shall be flocked by many adoring young women and their mothers if you decide to let it be known that you mean to test the waters, so to speak, this season.

"Ah stop being so miserable Darce; I refuse to believe it is as bad as that. Anyway I actually like to converse with people unlike you so I dare say I will find it much more agreeable than you ever would."

"Yes well, we shall see what your opinions are after the first two weeks of the season!"

"True, true. Anyway enough on the future, I want to know what you have been up these past 6 years? Since being back in England I have heard of how well respected you are in my dealings around town. I hope being plunged into the responsibilities of Pemberley has not drained you too much."

Darcy was again reminded why they had been such good friends; growing up in the same circle and living relatively close to each other they had relied on each other and learnt to anticipate when the other needed support. Blake knew Darcy would feel the responsibility of Pemberley and his sister heavily and wished that circumstances would have been different so he could have helped his friend in a difficult time. He certainly felt the weight of his duty when he inherited his father's estate and that was a year ago. He did not think he would have been able to cope as well as Darcy apparently had, had he been the one to be put into such a position at only twenty one.

The two friends continued to reminisce over dinner whilst enjoying a particularly nice bottle of French wine. After asking Blake where he could find someone to purchase a few bottles to store in the Darcy wine cellar Blake became animated.

"This was a gift off a new friend of mine. Edward Gardiner. I am sure you have heard of him? Most have. A very talented business man saved me a small fortune when he uncovered a con I was going to foolishly contribute to."

"I have heard of him, I believe my Uncle has had dealings with him before, trustworthy man. How is that he was gifting you with the wine? Surely it should be the other way round?"

"I like the man. He is intelligent and witty; we have become friends I dare say. He knew I liked this particular wine and through his various sources he managed to acquire me a case. In fact I think you would like him too, I am having a small gathering here in two days time. I invited Edward, his wife and his niece who is visiting at the moment. You and Georgiana should come, it will do you good to get out and socialise."

Darcy mused on the invitation. Blake generally had a good sense in judging people, and he had heard of Edward Gardiner by reputation, he was intrigued to meet the man behind the name.

"Thank you Edmund, I believe I shall accept your invitation. As for Georgie I shall have to ask her. She is not yet out and she can be shy amongst people she does not know. I will send you a reply tomorrow morning."

The rest of the evening was spent in amiable conversation. Blake was telling his tales of his time on the continent and detailing his new business venture until it was time to depart. Darcy was glad that his old friend decided to get in contact with him and anticipated the dinner in a few evenings time where he would make the acquaintance of Mr Gardiner.

It was the night of Mr Blake's dinner party and Lizzy was looking forward to a pleasant evening. Her uncle always kept good company and all of his friends that she had met had impressed her with their manners and intelligence. After her encounter with Mr Darcy in the bookstore she had stayed in the house entertaining the children and helping her Aunt and enjoying the atmosphere that could only be found in Gracechurch Street. She had written to Jane to update her on her time in London and told her not to fret about Lord Morecroft; he was not worth wasting their thoughts on. She was loathed to burden Jane with her worries and so she kept her opinions regarding that man to herself. The letter to her father was short but affectionate and she assured him she was well. Not that she expected a reply. Her father was a negligent correspondent at best.

Dressed in one of her new dresses that she had made when she first arrived in London Elizabeth accompanied her Aunt and Uncle to a house not too far from where Georgiana lived. Her Uncle exited first and turned to help her Aunt and herself down from the carriage. Making their way to the front door they were greeted by the butler who directed them to the parlour once their coats and accessories were given to the maids.

The room was spacious and tastefully decorated but Lizzy did not have time to fully appreciate her surroundings as her attention was diverted by a handsome young man who was greeting her Uncle enthusiastically. She deduced that this was Mr Blake. He seemed to be of a happy disposition and was genuinely pleased by their presence. When it was her turn to be introduced, Blake smiled as he bowed and pressed a small kiss on the back of her hand. A delicate blush spread across Lizzy's cheeks and she chided herself at such a reaction.

"Miss Bennet. It is wonderful to make your acquaintance. Your Uncle has been singing your praises I assure you. I expect to be bested in most arguments and be scrutinised for any quirks of my character."

Elizabeth laughed at his portrayal of her whilst shooting a playful glare at her Uncle who shrugged his shoulders as a soft smile played across his face. He was happy to see the carefree and happy Lizzy even just for a small while.

"Oh dear is this how my Uncle describes me around his acquaintances? I do not know whether to be insulted or amused! I think I shall endeavour to be amused as I cannot abide being miserable for too long. As for your character, I do love to sketch the character of a person, the more absurd the better!"

Blake was pleasantly surprised by this young woman who was full of life.

"I hope I pass the inspection then madam! And you will have more than one character to study tonight. A very good friend of mine and his sister are joining us. Ah in fact I believe I can hear Jeffery greeting them now."

Lizzy turned around as the door opened and was shocked to see Georgiana and her brother entering the parlour. It seemed she was not the only one surprised by the turn of events as Georgiana smiled broadly and exclaimed whilst hurrying to her side.

"Lizzy! Maddie! What a coincidence, I did not realise that you were the friends of Mr Blake's that William mentioned would be here; I would not have been half so nervous!" as if mentioning her shy tendencies Georgiana realised what she was about and flushed a deep shade of red after her exuberant greeting. Mr Blake chuckled and reassured the clearly embarrassed young woman that he took no offence and marvelled at how long it had been since they had met. Relived at being rescued from an uncomfortable situation she answered shyly and looked up to her brother.

Darcy was shocked at this new discovery. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was the niece of business extraordinaire Edward Gardiner? How had he not made the connection before? Surely Georgiana had mentioned the name of the relations that Miss Bennet was staying with. Looking over at Miss Bennet he noticed she looked particularly well this evening, there was an aura about her which he had not noticed before. He still stood by the door and after shaking himself out of his thoughts he approached the group with a semblance of composure.

"Ah Darce, glad you could make it and you too Miss Darcy. It seems to me that some of you know each other already." Here Georgiana blushed again at his tease. "Darce, Miss Darcy, this is Mr Edward Gardiner and his lovely wife as well as their enchanting niece Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Darcy bowed towards Mr Gardiner. "Mr Gardiner I am glad to make your acquaintance. I have heard of you of course through my Uncle and now Edmund here. Mrs Gardiner, I have heard much about you from Georgie here, I do not believe I have seen her so talkative in at least five years!" Mrs Gardiner smiled serenely at Darcy as he finally turned towards Miss Bennet. "Miss Bennet, it seems we keep running into each other. Good evening."

"Mr Darcy, Georgiana, it is a welcome surprise to discover you shall be dining with us." Darcy was pleased with this response but could not figure out why. Perhaps because she does not appear to hate you after your snub of her during your first meeting and nearly knocking her to the ground on the second. Elizabeth was no less confused at her answer as she realised she did not actually mind spending an evening with Georgiana's brother. He proved to be courteous in the bookstore and he seemed genuine in his reception towards her Aunt and Uncle, perhaps he was just having a bad day during our first meeting.

Georgiana was pleased that her brother had improved his manners towards her new friend and once everyone was settled in the parlour the company split into two groups. Blake, Darcy, Edward and Maddie Gardiner were conversing whilst Georgiana and Lizzy took the opportunity to catch up with each other. Soon the announcement for dinner was made and everyone easily fell into conversation. Even Georgiana, to Darcy's delight was coaxed into talking by Mrs Gardiner and Miss Bennet. His esteem was rising as the meal progressed. Mr Gardiner he found to be highly intelligent and witty, he liked him a lot and like his wife he was drawn into talking more than his usual want at dinner parties. Edmund surveyed his table with satisfaction that everyone appeared to be getting along so well and injected his opinions frequently to the flow of discussion.

After dinner was the customary separation of the sexes so whilst the women went back into the parlour for tea and talk the men retreated to Blake's study. He filled their glasses with port whilst a footman offered cigars that were declined by his two companions before talk turned to politics, fishing and business; issues that they deemed would not be of great interest to the ladies at this time. After comparing fishing techniques with Mr Darcy, Edward listened to the obvious camaraderie between Edmund and Darcy. After this evening he had developed a respect for Mr Darcy and discovered that he had a depth to him that was not noticeable at first. Like Edmund he felt he was a trustworthy man and so he decided to broach a delicate subject with these two men when there was a lull in the conversation.

"Gentlemen, if you would indulge me a few moments I would like to pick your brains for a solution to a," here he paused searching for an appropriate word, "persistent problem."

Darcy and Blake were curious at this turn in topics and both obliged Edward.

"It is of a slightly delicate nature this problem. Do you know of Lord Morecroft?"

Here Blake and Darcy exchanged glances and nodded at Gardiner. Darcy had a suspicion what this conversation could be about but as the information from Georgiana was given in confidence he did not feel at liberty to divulge what he knew. Edward had picked upon their shared look and was satisfied that their opinion on the man was similar to his.

"Well Lord Morecroft has recently decided to pursue an acquaintance of mine. She had refused his advances most vehemently but he will not let up. I am at a loss how to make him stop. I speculated that as both of you belong to the higher circles you might know of some way to approach him or dissuade him from his continued pursue of my acquaintance. "

Blake looked disturbed at this information; Edward deduced that he knew what the Lord was capable of. Darcy looked deep in contemplation before he broke the quiet that had descended after Mr Gardiner's speech.

"Mr Gardiner, I do know of Lord Morecroft but it has been many years since I have willingly associated with him. I shall contemplate this matter and contact you if I can think of any suitable solution to this problem. No woman should have to abide unwanted advances from a man such as Morecroft." Darcy had listened to Mr Gardiner as he confirmed his already changed opinion of Miss Bennet; she was the victim after all. He did not know why but he felt something akin to a responsibility towards Miss Bennet in regards to Morecroft. I imagine it is to make amends of my earlier assumptions.

Blake nodded and voiced a similar resolution as Darcy, obviously still thinking on the issue. Gardiner thanked both gentlemen before they made their way back to rejoin the ladies. The rest of the evening was fractionally quieter than the beginning, the gentlemen were caught in their own thoughts but as the women were happy to continue and strengthen their friendship they did not notice their slightly subdued companions.

After the last of the guests left a figure could be seen exiting the Blake residence and hailing a cab. A short while later the cab stopped outside an imposing town house where the cloaked figure knocked heavily on the door. He was soon let in and shown towards the study where the Master of the house was indulging in some whisky.

"What do you want at this time of night man?"

"I have come to issue a warning that would be beneficial for you listen to."

"Oh really, and what is that?"

"Stay away from Miss Elizabeth Bennet"

"Why on earth would I want to do that? What is the harm in her? Have you seen her? If you had, surely you would realise that I have no desire to stop chasing that fiery woman."

"Questions are being asked by important people. You do not want anyone taking a closer look into your affairs, risking all the carefully laid plans to come to ruin do you? And over what; a pretty face from a country girl who has no interest in you whatsoever? Do not be a fool Morecroft. Consider this your first warning. You know what will happen if you do not desist."

Chapter Eleven

Posted on: 2011-05-30

Hearing the footsteps fade and the closing of the front door, Lord James Thomas Morecroft picked up the decanter containing his favourite brand of whisky and poured himself another glass. As he stared, mesmerised, by the amber liquid that he swirled around he mused on how he got to this stage in his life.

Despite being born into money and prestige his life had not been easy. After the death of his mother, Thomas Morecroft, James's father had spiralled into a deep depression. Already of a fragile mental constitution the death of his partner shredded what was left of his sanity. James had to assume the responsibilities of the estate when he entered his father into Ticehurst Private Asylum in Sussex. He had hoped that with rehabilitation his father would recover and be able to assume his duties so that no-one would know that he had an illness of the mind. He knew that his father would not want anyone to know where he was.

From a young age his importance in society was drilled into his consciousness. He was titled, handsome and rich and he was brought up to believe he was entitled to practically anything he desired, be it acceptance into the most prestigious houses and clubs, women or business deals. As time wore on he realised how fickle society was and he knew that although he could bend the rules that society dictated he would not openly disparage them. He would accommodate to the elite and sneer at the less fortunate. All this was realised at a relatively young age and by the time he had finished University he was arrogant in the belief of his own self-importance, drank freely, bedded many women and was a frequent visitor to Waiter's where he would gamble heavily.

Despite his many faults he loved his father dearly and was an extremely loyal and devoted son. He would travel the fifty miles between London and Sussex to visit his father often. There were times when he was lucid and father and son would reminisce about the old days. Thomas would regale James with stories from his past; his joys, sorrows and grievances. A favourite anecdote of his was to lament the great wrong that had been done to him.

A malicious and manipulative man, Thomas Morecroft would let no-one stand in his way when he had set his mind on something; a trait that had been passed down to the son. Thomas had devised a clever plan where he would gain a considerably large amount of money at the expense of an old acquaintance whom he had no cordial feelings toward. The beauty of the plan would enable him to gain all the profits without being blamed for the debacle. Unfortunately he was thwarted by a young Edward Gardiner, who in his youth was still as meticulous in checking client's business proposals as ever. Finding the discrepancy in the documents he reported them to his superior who then saved his client a substantial sum and Thomas Morecroft was left to stew over his failure and loss. It was shortly after this that his wife died and he slid further into his own mind. Over the years he had spent much time thinking of ways to punish Gardiner. He despised the man who had risen in society, to brush shoulders with the highest circles despite his background in trade whilst he was secluded in an Asylum. He told his son many times his tale of woe and his plans for revenge but James had not seen fit to execute them. He saw his son ensnared into the world of drinking, drugs, and debauchery but instead of attempting to stop him he just remembered the fun he had had when he was young.

It was the last visit that Thomas Morecroft received before he died that brought him much joy in his otherwise isolated existence. James had arrived looking dishevelled and pale with a frantic glint in his eye. Thomas's condition had worsened considerably and he had not noticed James's unkempt appearance, however when his son had asked him to explain to him in detail his plan to regain the fortune he had lost because of Edward Gardiner, he had a perfect recollection. Taking notes and making sure everything was understood James Morecroft left his father in a state of contentment. Three days later he was found dead in his bed where he had passed on during the night.

Reminiscing about his relationship with his father and their last meeting naturally led him to dwell upon the circumstances that had caused him to consult him so suddenly. Morecroft closed his eyes and remembered the night that would always be embedded in his mind despite his intoxicated state at the time; the shock at finding his own dear, sweet, innocent sister in bed with that man. The fight, the screaming, the thud of her head banging against the corner table and then staring into her blank, lifeless eyes was all he could take. Springing from his chair Morecroft emptied his glass and called for his carriage. He wanted, no, needed to forget those memories for tonight at least. Entering his carriage he directed the driver to take him to his regular opium den where he could once again rid his mind of his past for a short while.

As Morecroft was speeding across London, Darcy was lying in bed recounting the events of the evening. He thoroughly enjoyed the dinner. He was overjoyed at seeing Georgiana regain a semblance of her past self. Blake proved once again to be an excellent host and the Gardiners were intelligent, friendly people whom he had no objections to knowing better. Miss Elizabeth Bennet on the other hand was something of an enigma to Darcy. He was used to the fawning, simpering women of the ton who only discussed the latest scandals and lace patterns. Miss Bennet appeared to have as much tolerance to the happenings of the ton as he did and had displayed intelligent conversation, and these were traits he vastly approved of. His opinion of her beauty that he once dismissed as average at best was also changed over the course of the evening. Apart from the sparkling eyes he had first noted in the bookstore, Darcy noticed other aspects of her appearance that were pleasing to the eye; her smile was infectious, and her laugh simply enchanting. Yes. Enchanting. That was a fitting description for Elizabeth Bennet. His thoughts turned to a less pleasant reminder of the evening as he recalled that he evidently was not the only person to find Miss Bennet fascinating.

Gardiner's petition on behalf of his 'acquaintance' to deter Lord Morecroft weighed on his mind. After the experience that his own sister endured he was even more sensitive to her plight. He would carefully consider various ways to warn off Morecroft. He remembered him from University; once he had his mind set on something then he would do all in his power to attain it. Darcy knew that if he were to simply warn him off Miss Bennet then he would consider her hand even more enticing as she would present a challenge. This he would not allow. No careful deliberation was needed in this delicate matter. As his mind whirled with various scenarios to help Georgiana's new friend he drifted off to sleep with the image of Miss Bennet's sparkling eyes directed at him and a small, content smile playing across his face.

The following morning whilst Darcy and Georgiana were taking breakfast a letter arrived for Darcy from Bingley asking if it was convenient to call in the morning. After penning a quick acceptance to the letter he carried on conversing with Georgiana.

"Georgie, I know how much you enjoyed 'Much Ado' last week, I was wondering if there were any other performances you wanted to see whilst we are in town?"

"William that is an excellent suggestion, I have heard that 'The Magic Flute' is being performed at the moment. It has been a long while since we have attended the opera together. I would very much like to go."

Darcy smiled at his sister's enthusiasm; he had missed it these past months. "'The Magic Flute?' I have yet to see this particular production of it. I shall send a note to inform them that our box shall be in use."

Georgie gave her brother a radiant smile when another thought struck her.

"Brother. Did you enjoy meeting the Gardiners last night?"

Curious as to what direction Georgiana was going he replied positively.

"Well, I was wondering, as you approve of them, if we could possibly invite Elizabeth, Maddie and Mr Gardiner to the opera with us?" Georgiana looked pleadingly at her brother.

Darcy was more than pleased with his sister's suggestion and as he had no objections to the plan he acquiesced. He was rewarded by Georgie hugging him tightly before she excused herself from the table to practice her piano before she started her studying for the day.

Removing himself to the study Darcy started to sift through the never ending array of correspondence. He was perhaps half way through the pile when a footman announced Mr Bingley into his study. Standing up from his desk and striding towards his old friend they shook hands and greeted each other with much gusto.

"Bingley, it is good to see you"

Bingley studied his usually dour friend whilst replying. "You too Darce. I say, you are looking very chipper this morning. I am not so vain as to believe it is just my presence that has given you this almost jovial countenance?"

Darcy further surprised Bingley by shrugging off the remark. "I am just in a good mood this morning Bingley. Georgiana is finally regaining her old self and I have had an interesting few days meeting old and new acquaintances."

Knowing the particulars of Georgiana recent distress Bingley was pleased that the shy, younger sister of his best friend was recovering from her recent past. He was also interested in these new acquaintances that Darcy mentioned and so made his usually untalkative friend relate all his recent happenings. Bingley was overjoyed that Blake was back in society again, he too had lost contact with him for a few years and eagerly anticipated meeting up with him once more. He was also very interested in Darcy's acquaintance with Edward Gardiner. With his fortune made in trade he of course knew of Mr Gardiner, his own father had done business with him countless times before he died but had not had the opportunity for them to be introduced. As talk drifted back towards Bingley's new lease he grew even more animated.

"Darce, it is just what I was looking for; an ideal location, not too far away from London and not too big for my first property." Darcy smiled indulgently at his friend's exuberance in talking about his new home; he remembered the first time his father took him round Pemberley on horseback when he was an efficient enough rider. "I met some of the locals whilst I was there as well and they all seemed very friendly and welcoming."

"I am happy for you Charles, I know how much you wanted to fulfil your father's wish of gaining a property and you are well on your way."

Bingley grinned proudly at his new venture and after glancing at the clock realised he had a meeting to attend with his solicitor. Each friend extracted promises of dinner and further conversation whilst they were both in town and said their farewells. After Bingley had departed, Darcy sat back down at his desk and reflected on his friendship with Charles Bingley. He was a jovial breath of fresh air and counter-balanced his often stern demeanour and it was a friendship he valued greatly. Sifting through his correspondence once more he recalled his conversation with Georgiana that morning and set about writing an invitation to the Gardiners and Miss Elizabeth asking them to join them at the theatre in three days time.

That morning in Gracechurch was no different than any other morning. Mr Gardiner had left early for work as was custom, whilst Lizzy and her Aunt occupied themselves with the children and preparing the menu for that night's dinner. It was whilst they were sitting down for a well deserved cup of tea that a maid entered the parlour carrying a letter. After opening the missive and reading the invitation from the Darcy's the two ladies were excited. They both enjoyed the opera as did Edward Gardiner and they had no set plans for the set date. Knowing that her husband would heartily accept the invitation Maddie set about composing a reply thanking the Darcy's for the offer and that they would be delighted to attend.

The remainder of the day was spent bustling around the house and taking the children to the park for a short while to enjoy the rays of sun that had emerged. Lizzy was especially looking forward to Friday evening. She had only been to the opera once before and she thought it was exquisite. She had heard only good things of 'The Magic Flute' and was all anticipation for the event. The fact that Georgiana would be there was an added bonus. Mr Darcy she did not quite know what to think of him just yet. He seemed genuine at the dinner party last night and he conversed a great deal with her Uncle. He had a commanding presence when he was in a room but was not the most talkative of people. She was intrigued by this man and she was eager at the opportunity to observe and analyse what appeared to be a most complex character.

Chapter 12

Posted on: 2011-06-03

Lady Eleanor Fitzwilliam wife of Lord Henry Fitzwilliam, Earl of Matlock, was known as a clever, witty and astute lady. She was sincere and did not suffer fools lightly. She was one of the ladies to know if one wanted to be fully accepted into higher society. Of course she was not universally liked; that would be an impossible feat, but she was universally respected and unless they wanted to suddenly find their events diary empty and their voucher into Almack's invalid, a lady would not dare earn the wrath of Eleanor Fitzwilliam. As the years passed her by, Eleanor slowly became disillusioned with the society she was brought up to crave. She still immensely enjoyed visiting her close confidantes but the social climbers that she was frequently subjected to wore down the allure of the ton. She now valued intelligence, sincerity and goodness as the traits to have above all others. Looking at her shy niece sitting across from her she was extremely grateful that Georgiana had not turned into, nor seemed likely to turn into, one of the many vapid ladies that she was forced to associate with on many occasions. After the Wickham affair last summer she was worried that the young girl in front of her would never emerge from the barriers she had barricaded around herself. But the past few weeks had certainly seen an improvement in her spirits and she was vastly relieved that the girl who was like a daughter to her was well on her way to being whole again. The reason for her niece's happier spirits appeared to be a Miss Bennet whose virtues were currently being extolled. The more she heard about this young woman the more intrigued she became.

"Oh Aunt, I believe you would like her if you were to meet her."

"Will I indeed? And why would you think that Georgiana?" Eleanor although grateful for this happier demeanour wanted to know more about the friendship between Georgiana and the until now, unknown country girl. Not that she was against this new acquaintance, after all, she had heard from her husband that her uncle, Edward Gardiner was a very talented and respected gentleman, despite being in trade. She was just curious as to what was so special about this young woman who seemed to captivate the youngest Darcy.

"She is awfully clever and knowledgeable on so many topics but not in an overwhelming way. She always tries to put me at ease whenever we are in conversation. I do not feel intimidated like I do when conversing with other young ladies."

Eleanor noticed Georgiana's slightly defensive tone and decided that this woman must be something to earn the complete approval of her niece. Her attention was diverted by Georgiana's next statement.

"It is not just I who approves of Lizzy, William does too, he has even invited the Gardiners and Lizzy to the opera with us to see 'The Magic Flute'."

This caught Eleanor's attention. She knew very well that her nephew was very select in those he associated with. He was even more discerning with those he invited into his personal circle, such as intimate dinners and entertaining in his own box at the theatre or for the opera. She then remembered the peculiar look between the Darcy siblings last time Miss Bennet was mentioned in conversation. Yes. Elizabeth Bennet was a most intriguing young woman, one that she would like to meet and examine without raising the suspicions of her dear niece and nephew.

"He has, has he? I hope you have a wonderful time my dear. I have heard great things of this production. Which performance will you be attending?"

After extracting the relevant information as to the time and date of the Darcy's outing Eleanor moved the discussion along to music. Here they happily conversed for one half hour upon which time Georgiana had to return home to her brother for the evening meal. Wandering out of the foyer and into her husband's study she approached his desk where he was working through some correspondence. After noticing his wife approaching him he put his papers aside and removed his glasses.

Henry knew his wife very well and knew that she would not disturb him at this time of day unless it was an important matter or she wanted something. As her facial expression showed no distress he was inclined to believe she had a request for him and so he heaved an exaggerated sigh and continued in a mock resigned tone.

"What can I do for you my dear?"

"Why Henry, I do not know why you think I would want anything, I may just be craving your company husband."

Chuckling at his wife's too innocent tone and expression he cast her a disbelieving look.

"Very well, as you know I have just finished having tea with Georgiana where she told me she was going to a performance of 'The Magic Flute' with William."

"Well it is a brilliant opera, but what does this have to do with me? William has his own box; he has no need for ours."

"I am merely curious as to his guests, they are new acquaintances of his, that he has invited to his box as well"

With a smile Eleanor noticed Henry's raised eyebrows, he was just as curious as she but would not admit to it.

"Really, entertaining some new acquaintances is he? About time he expanded his social circle, anyone we know?"

Eleanor's smile widened as she took note of the casual tone her husband used despite the twitch of his mouth that let her know he was onto her game.

"I do not know them; I have never met the couple and their young niece. Although I believe you are acquainted with the gentleman"

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he knew he would never get the information unless he gave his wife the satisfaction of asking to reveal all. With a playful huff he replied.

"Enough! I beg you, my all knowledgeable wife, put me out of my curious misery! Who is this gentleman and why is this group of such interest to me, or rather you? I assume you came here asking me to accompany you to an impromptu trip to the opera that just so happens to coincide with our dear niece and nephew's visit? Am I close?"

With a laugh and grin that made her look years younger Eleanor set her twinkling eyes to her husbands and answered diligently.

"Mr Edward Gardiner and his wife Madeline Gardiner as well as their niece Miss Elizabeth Bennet shall be William and Georgiana's guests. They are going on Friday. I suggest you write a note to the opera house telling them we shall be using our box."

"Ah Edward, a fine man. I can imagine him and William would get along well. Miss Bennet; that is Georgiana's new friend is it not? I do not want to imagine what schemes you have in you head my dear. I will just procure the box and leave the rest up to you."

"That is all I ask my dear."

"Oh but do not forget that Stephen is staying with us for a short while. He shall have to come with us, take that into account when you are scheming for Friday."

"That had slipped my mind, not to worry Henry; it might work out quite well actually. He has grown up to be a fine young man has he not? I was mightily impressed when we saw him last year."

"Quite my dear. Now, I gather you have acquired what you set out to get, as usual. I need to finish this bit of work and I shall join you for dinner in an hour."

Satisfied with her request Eleanor left her husband's study and went to dress for dinner.

Friday evening soon arrived and Elizabeth was standing in front of a floor length mirror admiring her new gown. A luxurious ruby, silk dress clung to her body creating a figure that she could not quite believe was hers. When she bought the dress at the beginning of her stay with the Gardiners she did not know when she would wear such a beautiful garment. When the invitation to the opera was given she knew this would be a perfect option, one that would not look out of place when accompanying the Darcys. Lizzy was not a vain person, but like any female she enjoyed that sensation that could only be achieved when wearing a new and admired dress. This gown was indeed exquisite and she revelled in the feeling where her own beauty would not be in comparison to Jane's for one evening. When Claire had finished styling her hair she took a final look in the looking glass and went to meet her Aunt and Uncle.

Upon entering the parlour she was greeted with compliments to her appearance. She noticed that her Aunt and Uncle had also dressed in their best for the occasion and she was eagerly anticipating the evening. Whilst putting on their shawls and coats the door knocked indicating that the Darcy coach had arrived. Mr Darcy and Georgiana were then announced as they entered the parlour. Lizzy was immediately struck by the handsome figure of Mr Darcy. He looked exceedingly well tonight in a black jacket with an ivory waistcoat. His brown locks all tamed with the exception of an errant curl that had escaped, she had a sudden urge to reach out and push it back in place. Whilst musing over his attractive countenance his eyes locked with hers. She saw his eyes widen almost imperceptibly and she felt a fluttering in her stomach and a tension she had not felt before. They both looked away quickly as they realised they were staring, each with cheeks slightly redder than before. Luckily for them, their momentary fascination for the other went unobserved as the Gardiner's greeted Darcy and Georgiana went to Elizabeth. Georgie then went over to Maddie as Darcy stepped towards Elizabeth and bowed.

"Miss Bennet. Good evening. You look well. That is to say, I hope you are well, you seem to be well." Darcy cursed inwardly at his lack of social skills. He briefly wondered when they had deteriorated to the point where he could not even say the basic compliments to a member of the opposite sex. She looked stunning he could not deny it. The gown she wore was enticing. When their eyes had locked he had only just looked at her. She took his breath away. How could he have ever thought she was anything less than beautiful? Stop it Darcy, she is Georgiana's friend. You know nothing about her immediate family, nor her really. Control yourself! This inner monologue was conducted in a fraction of a second and so he had nearly fully regained his former composure as she replied.

"Mr Darcy. Good evening. I am well I thank you. Yourself?" Lizzy was also having problems forming a sustainable conversation when his green eyes looked at her like that, so she diverted her eyes as Mr Darcy cleared his throat.

"I am quite well, thank you." Think of something to say man! At this rate she will think that you are simple! Once again he was saved from thinking of a topic when Elizabeth continued their exchange.

"I have to thank you for your invitation. I have been eagerly anticipating tonight. I have never seen 'The Magic Flute' but have heard great things about it."

"I am afraid I can not take the credit, it was Georgiana's idea." Realising that his answer could seem like he did not want them to come he hastily added. "Not that I do not want you to come. I am glad that you accepted. It is just that I am something of a hermit and well, I do not venture out into society all that often." Blast why can I not speak sense around this woman? It seems I can either think of nothing to say or speak nonsense!

Lizzy found Mr Darcy's obvious discomfort endearing; she realised that he too must suffer the same shyness that Georgiana had. Before she could relive his suffering their attention was diverted to Georgiana who motioned that they should be going to ensure they were not late. They all filtered out into the warm night and entered the Darcy carriage. They were soon entering the street where the opera house was situated. They continued at a slower pace as there were many carriages ahead of them, waiting to unload the many fine ladies and gentlemen also viewing the opera. As their turn finally came round Misters Gardiner and Darcy descended and preceded to hand the ladies out. Edward escorted his wife down and took her arm as Darcy was already handing down his sister and then Elizabeth. As their hands touched they both darted their eyes to the others face before looking away again. Darcy could not decide whether to be thrilled or dismayed at his reactions to Miss Elizabeth. At least he did not appear to be the only one affected. He hoped. He took a deep breath and offered his arms to Georgiana and Miss Bennet, both of whom accepted and together with Edward and Madeline they entered the opera house.

Darcy felt himself tense and his usual reserved mask slip back into place as he quickly surveyed the room. He had hoped to arrive earlier so they could miss the crowds and head directly towards the box. This did not seem like a plausible option now as he had already spotted several acquaintances who he knew would not let him pass by without acknowledging him. Mr Gardiner, he knew, was also popular and would have friends and associates with who he would like to talk to. Drawing upon some inner strength he resigned himself to mingling with the crowd though he was sure to keep his party moving in the direction of his box as stealthily as possible. Not stealthily enough though as he felt Miss Elizabeth gently squeeze his arm and murmured teasingly after yet another acquaintance had stopped their group.

"I am sure you regret being such a hermit Mr Darcy. I imagine your escape to your box would have been far quicker had your appearance at a social event not be so rare!" he looked slightly abashed at his being found out but carried on the conversation.

"Some part of me certainly thought so, but then I realised I would have to go out into society more often to make my appearance a regular occurrence and that, Miss Bennet, would be a far worse option. I would much rather tolerate getting waylaid every other person now, than having to constantly face the ton every week."

Lizzy let loose a genuine laugh that left Darcy captivated and slightly proud when he realised that he was the one to cause that sound. He then noticed that he was not the only one to take notice as many men had turned round to look with appreciation at Miss Bennet. Seeing that the entrance to his box was not that far away he hurried them along; a movement that was noticed by both Miss Elizabeth and his sister. She had remained quiet but did not seem apprehensive, Georgiana was not yet out so she did not fear being recognised and imposed upon, especially with her intimidating brother beside her and her closest friend so near. When they finally reached their intended destination everyone took their seats. Edward and Madeline sat together with Elizabeth, then Georgiana and then finally Darcy made up the end of their party.

The first act started and Elizabeth was entranced. She found the performance compelling. Her reactions were not lost on either Darcy's. Georgiana was pleased that her friend was enjoying the performance as much as she was and was glad that she thought to invite her. Darcy was admiring the vivacity that she unknowingly exhaled as she watched the performance below. As the first act ended with much applause Darcy asked if anyone wanted any refreshments. Taking pity on Mr Darcy as she knew that he would much rather not be subjected to members of the ton Elizabeth declined. The others also replied in the negative. They then began a lively review of the opera so far, everyone having positive responses, however they were soon interrupted by Lord and Lady Matlock as well as a young man Darcy was not yet acquainted with.

"Uncle, Aunt, what a surprise that you are here, I did not realise you were also coming tonight."

Eleanor was occupied observing the striking young woman sat next to Georgiana and so it was the Earl that carried on the conversation.

"William, it was a last minute decision I assure you. Allow me to introduce Mr Stephen Hughes, a relation of Eleanor's who we have not seen in some time."

Darcy bowed to Mr Hughes whose attention seemed to be focused slightly behind Darcy. Seeing that it was Georgiana and Miss Elizabeth that were in Hughes's eye line Darcy was none too pleased. Georgiana was his sister and therefore he wanted no man to look at her, ever. And Miss Elizabeth, well, he could not quite explain why he felt protective of her but he did and so he was not appreciative of the way the other man was staring. With a slight clearing of his throat to divert Mr Hughes's attention he reluctantly did the introductions for his party.

"Aunt, Uncle, Mr Hughes, please allow me to introduce my sister, Georgiana, Mr and Mrs Edward Gardiner, and their niece Miss Elizabeth Bennet." Darcy then gestured to his Aunt and Uncle, "This is Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam, mine and Georgiana's Aunt and Uncle."

After the customary bows and curtsies had been performed there was little time to do say anything but the formalities as the second act was about to start. After bidding farewell, the Fitzwilliam party left the Darcy box and made their way back to their own. Eleanor was not satisfied with that brief encounter and was determined to find another opportunity to garner more time with the young lady who had seemingly caught her nephew's attentions. She was nothing but observant and so when she spotted the Darcy party entering the building she kept an eye on their progress. Their box was located on the other side of the building to Darcy's and therefore on the other side of the room when they entered. She saw the glares he sent to the men who admired the pretty brunette attached to his arm on their way to his box. She also did not miss the look he threw at Stephen when he was looking appreciatively at Miss Bennet. So yes, Eleanor Fitzwilliam definitely wanted to know more about this woman and would spend the next act plotting a way to do so.

Chapter Thirteen

Posted on: 2011-06-15

The applause that had suddenly erupted all around him drew Darcy out of his thoughts. He had spent the second act in contemplation missing the majority of the opera. He was thankful that he had seen a previous production so he would be able to answer to an extent any questions posed to him about the performance. He had not meant to let his mind wander but he soon found it doing so against his will. After the Fitzwilliams and Mr Hugh's had departed for their box Darcy had resolved to spend less time looking at Miss Bennet and more on the actual performers, this, unfortunately did not happen. Once again he was distracted by the look of rapt attention on Miss Elizabeth's face and he could not look away.

As he was watching the opera through her facial expressions he started when he realised exactly what he was doing. Here he was mooning, for there was no other word for it, over a girl he had met only a handful of times. Yes, she was beautiful and intelligent and those eyes…no. She is just a young woman, a friend of Georgiana's. He had a responsibility to his sister, his family and his parents to marry well. He could not let a pair of extraordinarily fine eyes deter him from his duty. He needed to marry someone from the upper echelons of society who would know how to act as the mistress of Pemberley.

His parents were well matched, they were both of the higher circles with connections, money and they loved each other. Surely he too, could find such a woman. Ever since Darcy was a young boy his father had instilled in him a sense of family pride and expectation. He knew his duty; he had already let Georgiana down once. He would not do so again. After all, who was this Miss Elizabeth really? He knew next to nothing about her except she was the daughter of a gentleman with relations in trade. True, he liked the Gardiner's very much and thought they were very pleasant and kind people, but this did not detract from the fact that he was still from trade. He knew that his Aunt and Uncle may like the Gardiner's but they would not want him to marry into their family. He knew nothing about her immediate family, had she any brothers or sisters? What sort of man was her father, her mother?

He realised that in asking these questions to himself, it revealed he was much more attached then he originally thought. This was not acceptable. Had she already detected his admiration? He certainly hoped not. It would be in the interest of them both if he were to act as an indifferent acquaintance, just the brother of her friend. He did not want to raise expectations that could not possibly be met.

His thoughts briefly flittered back to earlier in the evening when he first saw her. The way their eyes locked as if she could look into his very soul, and later, the undeniable spark that he had felt and the warmness that spread round his body as he helped her down from his carriage. He indulged in a moment of fantasy where he was not handing down an unknown country Miss, friend of his little sister, but his wife Mrs Fitzwilliam Darcy. No! That was not meant to be. The sooner he relinquished this attraction to Miss Bennet the better.

Completely oblivious to Mr Darcy's inner turmoil, Lizzy was having the time of her life. She was enraptured by the performance and the evening in general. Her position in the Darcy box gave her a vantage point she was not used to having and she was thoroughly enjoying it. During the interval she was a little surprised to be introduced to Georgiana's relations. They all seemed quite pleasant from the brief meeting, but there was something about Lady Matlock that she could not put her finger on, she seemed almost distracted whilst in their company but at the same time she felt under observation. This was not something new for the evening though. As soon as she walked into the opera house on Mr Darcy's arm she noticed she, or rather he, had drawn attention to many of the patrons. If she had been of a weaker mind, she believed she would have cowered from the stares their party were receiving, especially those from the young women of the ton as well as their mothers. As they progressed through the crowd of Mr Darcy's adoring fans she began to realise how prominent this family must be.

Elizabeth already knew that he was well bred and wealthy, that was obvious from his general demeanour. Georgiana had never flouted her wealth or position in society and so she had not really considered how high her station was. Not that she judged people on their material possessions or connections but after receiving many glares and enquiring looks in such a short amount of time she started to realise how sought after in society they were. She then mused on the shyness of both Mr and Miss Darcy and could not be surprised at the Darcy siblings' obvious discomfort in society. She could not imagine being fawned over, by so many people who knew nothing about her but who her relations were and how much money she had. Her mind left its wonderings on her new acquaintances when the curtain once again lifted and she was transported back to the trials of Tamino and Panima.

As the play finished to much applause, Elizabeth turned to her young friend and grinned.

"Georgiana Darcy, Thank you!"

Georgie who had enjoyed the show as well smiled shyly back at Lizzy.

"I am glad you enjoyed it Lizzy. It was fantastic was it not?"

"Oh yes, it was superb! I could not tear my eyes away from the stage for a second!"

Georgie chuckled quietly, "Yes I saw your obvious pleasure and entrancement of the opera, it is a good job I did not want to garner your attention as I believe I would have had to shout in your ear to get you to notice any of your surroundings."

Lizzy looked sheepishly at their assembled group as everyone laughed.

"Well what can I say? At least you know I enjoyed the performance!"

Edward and Madeline Gardiner smiled indulgently at their niece, they were glad of her new friendship; it seemed to do her a world of good. They knew Jane was her usual confidant but with her sister back at Longbourn they were glad to see her lifted out of the depressed spirits she arrived with.

Darcy was trying his hardest not to be distracted by the radiant expression on Miss Elizabeth's face as she and his sister shared their thoughts on the play. He knew he must keep his distance if he did not want to fall even deeper into his attraction and so he thought it best if they leave now so they were not held up in the traffic. He knew that people liked to stay for a while after the performance to discuss it with other member of the audience. He did not think listening to the intelligent remarks about the play said in an unaffected manner, that he undoubtedly believed Miss Elizabeth would do, would be good for his resolution of distance.

"Mr and Mrs Gardiner, Miss Bennet, Georgie, I believe if we wish to arrive back before midnight we should start to depart now."

Agreement was made and their party descended into the main foyer. They were nearly at the exit when Darcy heard his name being called.

"Damn." He murmured under his breath as he resignedly turned towards his Aunt who was descending upon their group.

"William, I sincerely hope you were not running away from your Uncle and me?" Eleanor half teased. She saw her nephew make haste towards the exit and was determined to know more about his acquaintances before they left.

"Of course not Aunt Eleanor, we merely wished to escape the rush of the carriages."

"Ah, I see, it was the rush of carriages you were escaping William?" Eleanor knew that William had little tolerance for social situations and was sceptical as to his reasons. She accompanied her pert remark with a raised eyebrow.

Darcy realising he was found out returned his Aunt's look with a piercing stare and serious nod. The slight twitch of his mouth was the only indication that he was aware of her teasing and that she had understood him well.

"Very well. I would let you go now, but it appears we have dawdled enough so that if you were to depart now you would be caught up in the very traffic you were trying avoid. Stay and talk with us." Eleanor took the opportunity to look at the other members of the party who were looking at her and Darcy with amused expressions. "I did not have the chance to be properly acquainted with your new friends. Do not deprive me of sensible conversation; you know how I feel about the majority of the ladies of the ton William."

Elizabeth was more than amused at Lady Fitzwilliam's manipulation of her nephew to get him to stay and grinned as she caught Georgiana also trying to suppress a smile. She saw her Uncle move over to greet Lord Matlock, it appeared they knew each other; Elizabeth was not very surprised as her Uncle gained many acquaintances through his work. Mr Hughes had also joined their group as well as Mr Darcy. This left the ladies to talk amongst themselves. Eleanor had noticed the smile that was shared between her niece and Miss Bennet and decided to use this opportunity to take the measure of this young woman.

"Miss Bennet, I see you and Georgiana are amused, pray tell me what is it that delights you both so?" Eleanor knew it was rather harsh to put Miss Bennet on the spot but from what she had managed to gather from Georgiana's descriptions she should not be fazed. Not many women she knew would dare laugh at or tease her nephew and certainly not her. She hoped this woman would be different.

Lizzy saw that her ladyship was inspecting her and she was determined not to be intimidated, she would act as she always had. So with a mischievous smile she impertinently answered.

"Oh Georgiana and I were marvelling at your skills of manipulation towards Mr Darcy your ladyship."

Eleanor was delighted at such a remark and gave Elizabeth a warm smile.

"Thank you Miss Bennet, I find the best way to achieve what I want is to make it happen without others realising what they are doing as they bend to my will."

"Then I had best make sure I am always fully alert when conversing with you your ladyship." Eleanor gave a genuine laugh and turned to Mrs Gardiner.

"Mrs Gardiner, I know that my husband knows Mr Gardiner and speaks very highly of him. I am glad he has a trustworthy man to help him deal with his business."

Madeline looked pleased at the glowing remarks about her husband as she easily carried on the conversation.

"Thank you your ladyship. I am very proud of what my husband has achieved and he has only had good things to say about Lord Matlock." Eleanor smiled in response and entered into a conversation about the various charities they worked for. As the conversation carried on between the two older women, Mr Hughes had departed from the men's group and joined Georgiana and Lizzy who were talking quietly amongst themselves.

"Miss Bennet, Miss Darcy, I hope you both enjoyed the performance?"

The ladies in question both looked up at the young man who had addressed them. He was perhaps a few years older than Lizzy with sand coloured hair and piercing brown eyes. He was dressed elegantly and had an air of self-assurance about him that was not unattractive. Altogether he seemed a handsome and amiable sort of man and they were not disinclined to make a deeper acquaintance. It was Lizzy who answered as Georgiana was still rather timid amongst people she did not know.

"We were just discussing the excellence of the play Mr Hughes; we were both thoroughly impressed by the performance. What are your views on it sir?"

"I thought it was a fine production certainly, I was fortunate to see it performed whilst I was touring the Continent. That was truly exquisite."

Lizzy who had always wanted to visit abroad was instantly curious and asked Mr Hughes to regale tales of his time abroad. She was delighted to find that he was a fellow studier of character and told many amusing anecdotes on the various persons he met on his travels. Soon Lizzy, Georgiana and Mr Hughes were a merry little party where even Georgiana was inclined to speak more than her usual want.

This interaction was not lost on Mr Darcy who was very curious and a little bit jealous as to what would make both Miss Elizabeth and his sister laugh so much. Finally deciding that his curiosity, and definitely not jealousy, was stronger than the need to stay away from Miss Elizabeth he approached the group.

"Ah Mr Darcy, Mr Hughes here was telling us about his travels across the continent. I have decided that I am quite jealous of the man and am debating whether I want to continue the acquaintance of someone I envy so much."

Mr Hughes started to teasingly protest whilst Darcy was struck with a sudden sense of sadness. He wished he too could bring about so much ease and have such a repertoire with Miss Elizabeth, Darcy wished that he could share the tales of his travels with her and see how her eyes lit up with wonder at his descriptions, but he knew he could not. Not if he wanted to keep his heart intact. So instead he smiled politely and slipped his mask securely into place.

Elizabeth on her part was enjoying learning first hand about Mr Hughes's travels, but she was confused by Mr Darcy's behaviour. He seemed pleasant and charming at the beginning of the evening and she was slowly softening towards him, but seeming him now with his expressionless face she knew not what to think of him. Surely when in the company of family and a small party he did not need to don such a serious countenance. She was disappointed. She thought she had seen a glimmer of the real Mr Darcy, but perhaps that was the exception, perhaps the dour gentleman in front of her was his true form, after all she had seen this façade to him more often than not. A pity, I imagine I could learn to quite like that Mr Darcy.

The foyer was thinning out as people were leaving the building and it was deemed quiet enough to journey home. Before they left though, Madeline and Lizzy were surprised by the invitation to tea that was given to them by Lady Matlock. They graciously accepted and they along with Edward and the Darcys made their journey home.

The carriage ride was quiet but comfortable and the Gardiners and Lizzy were soon outside their home.

"Thank you Mr Darcy, Miss Darcy for a truly delightful evening, I am sure we shall all meet again soon. In fact, my wife and I, and of course Lizzy would be thrilled if you would agree to dine with us next week perhaps if your schedules are not full?"

Darcy looked towards his sister who was smiling in encouragement and seeing no way of declining without offending, he politely accepted their invitation and expressed that they had no prior plans. Final goodbyes were said and the siblings were on their way back home. Georgina was happy that she would see her friend at least twice next week whilst Darcy was wondering how he was supposed to act as indifferent acquaintance to Miss Elizabeth when she was always in his presence.

Early the next morning Elizabeth was on her usual ramble in the park situated near her Aunt and Uncle's house, she had just stopped to feed the ducks in the park's pond with some left over bread when she got the sense of being watched. She straightened up and glanced around, seeing nothing and no-one out of place she shrugged off the feeling and continued in her task. It was a few moments later that she heard a twig snap and she whirled around to face whoever it was. She was startled to see a figure standing in front of her but with the light behind him she could not make out who it was. That soon changed as he spoke and she paled in dismay.

"Elizabeth, you made such a charming picture that I could not resist making my presence known."

"Lord Morecroft, I have given you no such leave to address me so informally, please refrain from doing so in the future. You must excuse me I was just on my way back home."

Lizzy attempted to walk past him but he blocked her way and grinned at her almost manically, she could see that his eyes had a weird quality to them. Looking at him closely she could see he had not dressed freshly and was probably attired in the clothes he wore the previous day. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, disguising the fear she felt creeping upon her.

"Sir! Leave me alone, I have told you many times that I do not want you in my life so can you please be a gentleman and take note of my wishes."

Morecroft just chuckled and came even closer towards Lizzy causing her to take a step back towards the pond. She darted her eyes around looking if anyone was nearby to help her, unfortunately her view was obscured by Morecroft's frame and she could not see a soul in sight.

"Elizabeth, I do not know why you keep on denying me. We both know who you will belong to eventually. Do not fight it. I want you, and I am accustomed to getting what I want."

Lizzy looked incredulously at the man in front of her as he continued to leer at her. She was thinking of whether she could escape him if she ran when he came even closer. She once again took a step back but she felt the edge of the pond beneath her feet and knew that she was trapped.