Chapter 1

Posted on March 30, 2010

At that moment Sir William Lucas appeared close to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, meaning to pass through the set to the other side of the room; but on perceiving Mr. Darcy he stopped with a bow of superior courtesy, to compliment him on his dancing and his partner.

"I have been most highly gratified indeed, my dear sir. Such very superior dancing is not often seen. It is evident that you belong to the first circles. Allow me to say, however, that your fair partner does not disgrace you, and that it does you credit to single out a young lady soon to be connected with your family after a certain desirable event." Sir Lucas cast a knowing glance at Elizabeth. "What congratulations will then flow in, for I am sure the entire neighborhood will be delighted to know that such a jewel will someday be mistress of Longbourn! But let me not interrupt you, sir. You will not thank me for detaining you from the bewitching converse of that young lady, whose bright eyes are also upbraiding me.''

Elizabeth could scarcely look at Mr. Darcy. That such a rumor was already circulating through the ball was sufficiently mortifying. That Elizabeth had to be present when Mr. Darcy was informed of it - how it must buttress all his previous opinions of her, how it must please him that a woman he slighted as beneath his notice was expected to marry such a ridiculous man. And worse still - a man who owed his livelihood to one of Mr. Darcy's own relations - indeed, Mr. Darcy's aunt and future mother-in-law. Embarrassment overcame Elizabeth, but, determined to not let her dancing partner realize the depth of her humiliation, she said, "I must apologize, Mr. Darcy. Sir William's interruption has made me forget what we were talking of.''

To prove Mr. Darcy could not intimidate her, she forced herself to look up at him, but his expression was not at all what she expected as it was not at all severe. She had never seen such a look on his face, and if it were anyone else, she would have called it almost caring.

"Are you well, Miss Bennet?" His tone, like his face, was unfamiliar, bearing no trace of the haughtiness she expected from him.

Elizabeth had no idea how to respond to this strange behavior. "You must excuse Sir William. We are a bit more forward here in the country, even about events that are uncertain to pass." When Mr. Darcy remained in his silence, she continued, "I know it must be shocking for someone comfortable with the manners of London society."

"Not at all, Miss Bennet. If anything, my increasing familiarity with your neighborhood shows that the two are not so very different upon closer acquaintance."

"Indeed!" Elizabeth replied, shocked by something resembling a compliment from such a disagreeable mouth. "You are too generous, sir. As a lifelong resident of Hertfordshire, let me assure you that none of its fair ladies can ever aspire to be considered accomplished."

"I disagree, Miss Bennet," he said. "I know of at least one woman here tonight who I would most assuredly consider accomplished."

Elizabeth caught sight of Miss Bingley over Mr. Darcy's shoulder. "Perhaps I should have clarified. I was speaking of women who have called Hertfordshire home their entire lives."

"As was I, Miss Bennet."

Would this set never end? Her dance with Mr. Collins had seemed unending, and Elizabeth never imagined she would take part in an even more interminable dance that very evening. She had been prepared for an uncomfortable half an hour with a disagreeable man who constantly looked upon her with disapproval. She did not, therefore, appreciate Mr. Darcy altering his disposition so unexpectedly.

"Shall we have no more conversation then, Miss Bennet?"

Elizabeth glanced up at Mr. Darcy, startled at the almost smile upon his face. Flustered, she said, "I am merely trying to make out your character, sir."

"And what is your success?''

She shook her head. "I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.''

"I can readily believe,'' answered he gravely, "that report may vary greatly with respect to me; and I could wish, Miss Bennet, that you were not to sketch my character based upon stories."

"Then how am I to take your likeness?"

It was Mr. Darcy's turn for silence, and Elizabeth saw again a return of his perpetual scowl. It comforted her, seeing this reminder of what she knew to be Mr. Darcy's true character.

As the music ended, he spoke. "Ask and, if it in my power, I will answer. I think it all too clear that I am unable to suspend any pleasure of yours. Thank you for the dance, Miss Bennet. In that, Sir William was not mistaken - dancing with you is indeed no disgrace."

With that, Mr. Darcy parted her company. Elizabeth stared after him, thinking that puzzled perhaps underestimated her current emotional state.

"Miss Eliza, I understand we are all soon to offer you congratulations."

Elizabeth cast one final look at Mr. Darcy's back before turning to see Miss Bingley. Confused and not up for Miss Bingley's thinly-veiled insults, she said, "I'm sorry, but I am afraid I do not understand you, for I can think of no upcoming event that would invoke such kind felicitations."

Miss Bingley's smile widened, although she did not look at Elizabeth. "Oh, my dear Miss Eliza, there's no need for such modesty when it is just us ladies. After all, a parson who is to one day inherit your father's estate is quite the catch for you. And he is such a gentleman."

Elizabeth realized Miss Bingley was looking at Mr. Collins who was, at that moment, talking at Mrs. Long, his bulbous frame hunched over the sitting woman, his arms gesturing wildly as Elizabeth caught the words "Rosings," "chimney piece," and "noble patroness" over the other conversations of the ballroom. Now familiar with Mr. Collins' person, her discomfort gave way to her normal irritation at the preening woman next to her, and Elizabeth said, "I am sorry to tell you, Miss Bingley, that I am not being at all modest. But I will make sure to tell my cousin of your regard for him. I am sure he will be pleased to hear it and eager to relay his pleasure to you. But you must excuse me, for I need to speak with my sister."

Giving Miss Bingley only the barest parting civility, Elizabeth crossed the ballroom to Jane, who was watching Mr. Bingley dance with Mrs. Hurst. Jane's happiness, so clearly relaying her satisfaction with the evening, tempered Elizabeth's whirling emotions.

"You and Mr. Bingley looked very well together," Elizabeth began, wanting to lose herself for a few moments in her sister's overwhelming joy.

Jane blushed and said, "He is a good dancer. I could not have asked for a more amiable partner to begin the evening."

"I'm sure Mr. Bingley would disagree and insist that there is no partner equal to you, my dear Jane," Elizabeth said quietly.

"Lizzy!" Jane admonished. "How was your dance with Mr. Darcy?"

Elizabeth glanced away, hoping her sister had not noticed how her cheeks now burned. Trying not to dwell on Mr. Darcy's odd behavior in the latter half of their dance, she said, "Oh Jane, Sir William came up and congratulated me on an expected engagement to Mr. Collins!"

Elizabeth thought Jane would respond with surprise but instead her elder sister merely sighed and reached over to grasp her hand. "I was hoping you would be spared. Mama's been crowing about how your marriage will save Longbourn. I tried to check her, but she would hear nothing of it. I am so sorry."

Elizabeth squeezed Jane's hand. "Do not trouble yourself. I know you did what you could, but Mama is not easily dissuaded on the subject of marriage."

No other words were spoken as Mr. Bingley returned to Jane's side, all smiles and good cheer. Elizabeth, eager to forward a desired match, excused herself as soon as civility would allow, and crossed to Charlotte, who instantly pulled her close and whispered, "Elizabeth, I heard what my father was saying about you and Mr. Collins. I spoke with him, and I believe there will be no more talk of such matters from him tonight."

"Thank you, Charlotte. Now if only I could curb - " Elizabeth trailed off upon seeing Mr. Collins approach them with great excitement, in a manner similar to that of a puppy with a new stick.

"I have found out,'' said he, "by a singular accident, that there is now in the room a near relation of my patroness. I happened to overhear the gentleman himself mentioning to the young lady who does the honours of this house the names of his cousin Miss de Bourgh, and of her mother Lady Catherine. How wonderfully these sort of things occur! Who would have thought of my meeting with -- perhaps -- a nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh in this assembly! I am most thankful that the discovery is made in time for me to pay my respects to him, which I am now going to do, and trust he will excuse my not having done it before. My total ignorance of the connection must plead my apology.''

With rising panic in her chest, Elizabeth asked, although she had no desire to hear the answer, "You are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Darcy?''

From across the room, Fitzwilliam Darcy studied Elizabeth Bennet as she talked with her rumored suitor. Even without an introduction, Darcy could sketch the other man's character easily enough. Mr. Collins was, if possible, even more of a sycophantic leech than his aunt's previous parson - something that, until tonight, Darcy had believed impossible.

Darcy considered Elizabeth's shock and horror at Sir William's inappropriate suggestions. Indeed, it was all he himself could do to not vocalize his opinion on such a notion. That it would be a good match for Elizabeth, for her family, was nothing when compared to his own future misery at seeing Elizabeth shackled to such a man. Perhaps if Darcy could be assured of never having to see her in such circumstances he could focus on the material advantages of such a match. But knowing he would instead spend his Easters as a witness to Elizabeth's degradation as his aunt forced her to bend to her every whim was too much. Elizabeth was too good, too brilliant to be forced into such a life, and Darcy would not subject himself to watching her in such circumstances.

It was not to be borne. Glancing again at Elizabeth, who, Darcy suddenly realized, was looking his way in dread, he knew his heart would not allow him to stand aside. He could not make her an offer, but neither could he stand idly by and accept that such a man was worthy of her. Decided to some action but not yet sure as to what, he crossed the room, determined to save her even as he reminded himself that she was not suitable for the Darcy name.

As Mr. Collins elaborated on how the duties of a clergyman allowed a certain easing of ceremony, his ridiculous phrases and opinions reaffirmed Elizabeth's belief that there was nothing her mother could say or do in the coming days, weeks, and months that could induce her to consider accepting an offer of matrimony from such an obsequious man.

Elizabeth was startled to see that the man who was the focus of Mr. Collin's impromptu sermon now approached them. His expression was again serious, but a small part of Elizabeth rejoiced at the possibility of his interference, as she was convinced only he would be able to quiet Mr. Collins.

Ignoring the still-chattering parson, Mr. Darcy bowed to the two ladies and said, "Miss Bennet, it occurred to me that I did not properly thank you for the honor and pleasure of our earlier dance."

Mr. Collins had shushed himself upon realizing who had joined their small party, but Elizabeth could not so much as spare a glance at anyone but the man in front of her. For she well remembered his unexpected gratitude for their dance, and looking up at him, she had no doubt he also recalled their earlier parting.

Her throat tightened and she quietly replied, "You are most welcome, sir." And then, for reasons she could not explain, added, "And I assure you that the pleasure was not yours alone."

Elizabeth had no time to chastise herself for such words as an unexpected smile alit Mr. Darcy's face and captivated her. Such joy on the face of such a taciturn man was wholly unexpected, and she could not but allow that, at that moment, there was nothing wanting in his appearance.

"Mr. Darcy, you do my family a great honor by bestowing your notice upon my fair cousin."

Mr. Collin's voice cut through Elizabeth's reverie. Hoping to maintain some modicum of control over her cousin's desire to desert all expected civility, she quickly said, "Mr. Darcy, would you allow me to introduce my cousin to you? He recently obtained the living at Hunsford, which I understand to be patronized by your family."

"You are correct, Miss Bennet. I just learned of it myself and hoped your cousin might have some information about how my aunt fares," Mr. Darcy said.

Mr. Collins started to speak, but Elizabeth spoke faster. "Then allow me to introduce my cousin, Mr. Collins, to you. Mr. Collins, this is Mr. Darcy of Pemberley."

Had Elizabeth wanted to say any more, she would have been prevented by the praise that burst forth from Mr. Collins' mouth. Her cousin was quick to break into his normal compliments of Hunsford, Rosings, and his benevolent patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. Faced with the great lady's nephew, however, Mr. Collins' praises were even more effusive than his wont.

Her humiliation at Sir William's words was nothing to her vexation at seeing Mr. Collins expose himself in such a manner. Elizabeth watched Mr. Darcy eye him with unrestrained wonder until he noticed Elizabeth's attention. When their eyes met, where Elizabeth expected scorn, she was instead bolstered by a likeness of thought, an understanding of the ridiculousness of the man now speaking. It provided her with needed comfort, until she remembered the man who had bestowed such kindness was the disagreeable Mr. Darcy. She focused back on Mr. Collins' exaggerated flatteries in time to hear Mr. Collins dispense with what little propriety he had.

"My dearest Cousin Elizabeth is indeed humbled by your generosity in deigning to notice her. I myself consider it quite an honor that a man as esteemed as to be the nephew of my noble patroness Lady Catherine de Bourgh would single out my dearest cousin, who will, after all, soon be granted the honor of a greater acquaintance with your most illustrious aunt."

So shocked was she by Mr. Collins' outrageous and inappropriate assumption that it took Elizabeth longer than she desired to interrupt him. "Mr. Collins, that is quite enough. I do appreciate the honor of dancing with Mr. Darcy for, indeed - " And here, Elizabeth directed her eyes at Mr. Darcy, desperate to restore some levity to the conversation and eager to show that she would not be humiliated by the poor behavior of her relations. " - who could not be, when such a man rarely dances?"

"My dear Cousin Elizabeth," Mr. Collins began but he could go no further for Mr. Darcy spoke.

"Mr. Collins, have you yet paid your respects to Miss Bingley? As she is the hostess of this evening and as her brother is a friend of mine, I believe my aunt would believe it remiss of you to not extend the courtesy of asking her for a dance."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. For all Mr. Darcy had said the following in his usual air of distant civility, she was certain there was a gleam in his eye and a well-masked humor beneath his words.

Mr. Collins heard none of that subtext, eager as he was to obey the nephew as he did the aunt. "Mr. Darcy, thank you, sir, for your generous civility. Your understanding does a credit to you, sir, and I am honored for your willingness to bestow such reminders as to those who are not of your esteemed rank."

Bowing low, Mr. Collins took his leave of Mr. Darcy with only cursory notice of the two ladies. Mr. Darcy favored him with a slight bow, and Elizabeth, for all she believed him arrogant, thought even that scant nod to civility much more than Mr. Collins deserved.

The departure left the one remaining gentleman and two ladies bereft of conversation. Elizabeth waited for Mr. Darcy to take his leave, but he did not, and she took some pleasure in having a reminder of how disagreeable he could be (although she could not entirely dismiss her gratitude for his intercession with Mr. Collins). There was so much Elizabeth desired to say - but to Charlotte, not Mr. Darcy - and unable to voice those opinions, she was silent.

Finally, one of their party ended the uneasy threesome. "Lizzy, I had promised my mother I would bring her a glass of punch. She must be wondering where I am. If you will excuse me, Lizzy, Mr. Darcy."

With that, Charlotte swept away, leaving Elizabeth alone with Mr. Darcy. Unable to bear the silence for a moment longer, she said, "My cousin owes a great deal of his current comfort to your aunt, Mr. Darcy. I am positive she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object. His enthusiasm in honoring her overwhelms him at times."

"I have no doubt my aunt is equally fortunate in having such a devoted parson."

Elizabeth glanced at him and again thought that if he were anyone else, she would believe him teasing. But as he was Mr. Darcy, she was positive there was some rebuke buried in his words. He had done her a kindness in distracting Mr. Collins, but it could not erase his previous arrogance or undo what he had done to poor Mr. Wickham.

Darcy did not gamble. He disliked risk, and he had seen too many gentlemen lose everything on the whim of a roll of the dice. Yet he could not but think that continuing to speak with Elizabeth Bennet was more risky than betting his entire fortune on a single hand of cards, although he found he was not even slightly disinclined to this risk.

That Elizabeth possessed a keen awareness of her cousin's ineptitude did not surprise Darcy, given the lady's lively mind. He even considered whether Elizabeth, whose own character was entirely at odds with her cousin's ridiculous fawning, might refuse Mr. Collins' offer of marriage. Given the situation of her family, however, Darcy would not take that chance. If his desire to prevent such an engagement was strong before, after meeting Mr. Collins, it was now implacable. He would do everything in his power to separate Mr. Collins from Elizabeth.

"How much longer is Mr. Collins expected to remain in the neighborhood?"

"I believe he expects to depart within the week," Elizabeth said, and Darcy knew he did not imagine her relief upon saying those words.

It would only require the work of a few days then to prevent any proposal, although it would be difficult as Mr. Collins stayed at Longbourn. Darcy considered that an unexpected but minor illness requiring Elizabeth to stay at Netherfield would perhaps be the most convenient way to keep her away from Mr. Collins. An express from Rosings demanding Mr. Collins immediate return would also work to Darcy's advantage. As neither event was within his control, however, he would have to find another way to impede the suit.

Elizabeth speaking recalled Darcy to the conversation. "How much longer do you plan to remain in Hertfordshire?"

"I had not fixed upon a departure date, although I promised my sister I would be in Town by the tenth. We plan to spend Christmas at Pemberley this year, and Georgiana is anxious to be home."

Darcy looked down at Elizabeth and was suddenly struck by an image of her at Pemberley, walking the grounds after a light snowfall. He looked away, rebuking himself for allowing his attraction to her unusual charms to take flight. It was a temporary condition, and he would do well to remember that her power would fade as soon as he departed Hertfordshire.

"Will you be joined by any family or friends?"

"No," he said as he searched the room for Mrs. Bennet, a tangible reminder of Elizabeth's unsuitability. "Georgiana and I decided a quiet holiday would be best this year. Neither of us is inclined to entertain."

"How unfortunate to be so adverse to company," Elizabeth said. "I count the arrival of my aunt and uncle from London - I believe you are aware of them, as Miss Bingley is ever interested in hearing about their residence in Cheapside - and their time with us as one of the highlights of the season. I can hardly think of Christmas without the inclusion of family."

Darcy had a sudden image of Mrs. Bennet and her insipid sister barging into Pemberley, calculating the value of each candelabra. As Mrs. Bennet was not currently in the ballroom, such an image sufficiently cooled his stray thoughts. The giggling arrival of one of Elizabeth's younger sisters further diminished the elder sister's charms.

"Lizzy, you must come with me!" the younger Miss Bennet squealed. "For Denny doesn't have a partner for the next dance, and Kitty and I are already engaged with other officers. I suppose I could have asked Mary, for everyone knows her card is always empty, but Lord, Denny's done nothing to deserve having her for a partner!"

"Lydia! Watch your tongue," Elizabeth chastised. She briefly glanced at Darcy, but it was too quick for Darcy to figure out what she meant by such a look.

"Oh, Lizzy, you know it's true! Now, you must come for I promised Denny I would find you for him, and I can't disappoint him!"

Elizabeth looked at Darcy, a grim smile on her face. "Mr. Darcy, it seems I am needed elsewhere."

"It does indeed, Miss Bennet." With that, Darcy bowed and watched as her sister pulled Elizabeth through the ballroom, paying little mind to the people around them or, if Elizabeth's expression was any indication, her older sister's quiet admonishments to behave. When they were almost out of eyesight, Elizabeth caught him staring and blushed.

It was indeed unfortunate, Darcy thought, that such a suitable woman should be surrounded by such an unsuitable situation.

It was not until they were bundled into the carriage and returning to Longbourn that Mrs. Bennet finally ran out of words. Lydia and Kitty were tired but still awake enough to argue over lingering injury stemming from petty comments or slights made by one or the other over the course of the evening. Jane stared out the window, and Elizabeth was positive she had never seen her elder sister so content. At least Elizabeth could take solace in that: their mother's unwavering focus on the expected match between Elizabeth and Mr. Collins overshadowed her recent effusions about Mr. Bingley. Painful as the evening had been for her, Elizabeth could not but be glad that Mrs. Bennet had not spent supper sitting near Mr. Darcy and exonerating on all of Mr. Bingley's attributes, which, from the perspective of Mrs. Bennet, were limited to those qualities of a more material nature.

No, that was Elizabeth's one solace: Mr. Bingley had been overshadowed by Mr. Collins who was, apparently, a much more sure thing at this point to Mrs. Bennet, even if he was not to the daughter she intended to sacrifice.

Even with this small comfort, Elizabeth could not help but wish she could forget her mother's shrill tones as she announced that while Elizabeth was not as pretty as Jane, she was certain to marry first, thus securing the future of the entire family. Or how Mr. Collins would probably have some difficulties with Elizabeth in the beginning - for she had always been a selfish child - but Mrs. Bennet had no doubt he would provide the needed husbandly guidance, for Mrs. Bennet was convinced marriage would curb her daughter's tongue.

Elizabeth had tried a few times to quiet her mother and redirect the conversation, but it had been in vain. She had continued in her attempts until she only barely stopped herself from pointing out that, if using her mother as an example, marriage was unlikely to curb anyone's tongue. At that point, Elizabeth had conceded defeat, suffered in silence, and been almost relieved when Mary commandeered the piano, for her sister's musical talents were a good deal more artful than her mother's tact.

But of everything that had happened that evening, the worst of it all was the simple fact that Mr. Darcy had been granted, willingly or not, an easy view to her humiliation. Even Miss Bingley would have been a more welcome witness, for she, at least, would have been well spoken in her disdain, not desiring to hold back any of her thoughts on the subject. Instead Elizabeth had been faced with the silent and severe visage of Mr. Darcy, who had, tonight, been amply rewarded after weeks of staring at her to find fault.

As the carriage pulled into Longbourn, Elizabeth recalled Mr. Darcy's almost kindnesses during the night. In hindsight, however, she could not but think that his true motives for staying close at hand for much of the evening stemmed from a morbid curiosity in witnessing the spectacle of her family attempting to ruin her life.

Formal wear traded for his dressing gown, Darcy sat in front of the fire in his room and considered the evening.

He had to give Mrs. Bennet credit. For all her crass country manners, Darcy had little doubt she could, if given the opportunity, scheme and outmaneuver the best of London's society matrons. The woman was ruthless in her pursuit of son-in-laws, and, in an unexpected way, her coarse honesty and simple bragging was as dangerous as the subtle tricks and machinations of a London ballroom. Similar to the first circles, she displayed a singular focus on material advantages to the exclusion of all else. It was a trait that disturbed Darcy, for he could not understand how women who cared only for the material considerations of marriage could be ever eager to also share the tales of what befell women married to dishonorable men.

In that, Darcy found some solace. Collins was unlikely to be a drunkard or a philanderer - for all of his aunt's faults, she had some respectable requirements for her parson - nor did he seem inclined to violence or abuse. For a match based solely on material concerns, Elizabeth could do far worse than that simpleminded sycophant. Darcy knew any number of unequal marriages that were considered equal on the sole basis of financial security. Neither could he deny that such rational considerations had merit and, away from the principal players, Darcy reconsidered his avowed plan for action. Yet such rational comparisons omitted one simple truth: those other people were not Elizabeth, and she deserved better.

That was all there was to it: Elizabeth deserved better, and Darcy would remain in Hertfordshire long enough to ensure that occurred. In determining how to proceed, he had to give Mrs. Bennet credit: although it could not have been her intention, her actions over supper aided Darcy in formulating a plan.

For nearly a decade, Darcy had avoided the worst of London matchmaking. But avoidance had not kept him unaware of the hunt for Pemberley, and he had been up against some of the most wily plots London could offer. For the first time in his life, he was grateful for those attempts as they could now be of use. After all, he could think of few individuals better qualified to stop a proposal than a man who had evaded the huntresses of London and remained single.

Chapter 2

Posted on April 2, 2010

On the morning following the ball, Darcy rose early and said a belated thank you to Miss Margaret Keeney, now Mrs. Margaret Ross of Westhaven Hall. For without Miss Margaret Keeney's desperate plan to interest Darcy in her meager accomplishments, Darcy would have been clueless in how to call at Longbourn the day after a ball without raising unwarranted suspicion. But the former Miss Keeney had indeed hatched a desperate plan that, after some minor adjustments, Darcy put into action - albeit with the goal of preventing rather than encouraging an attachment.

It is a little known truth that one of the most effective ways to prevent a single lady from sleep after the excitement of a ball is for an unwanted suitor to suggest, as that young lady is about to retire, that he eagerly anticipated the following day and an opportunity for a private conversation with that fair lady.

Scant hours after the end of the Netherfield Ball, Elizabeth lay in bed, awake after an uneasy night of sleep. As she stared out the window into the faint light of dawn, she hoped Mr. Collins suffered indigestion from his gluttony the night before and had been unable to sleep. Or perhaps not, for an uncomfortable night of sleep might cause him to wake early, and if Elizabeth desired anything on this particular day, it was for Mr. Collins to sleep away the entire morning, if not also a good portion of the afternoon.

Finally reconciled to her wakeful state, she rose from bed and crept down the stairs, where she then escaped for a long walk in the early light of day.

Neither designed for melancholy nor inclined to pessimism, Elizabeth allowed the beautiful day to refresh her spirits. In the haze of early morning with a light frost still clinging to each blade of grass, Elizabeth lost herself to the crisscrossing paths of Hertfordshire, going in no particular direction until her stomach demanded attention.

By the time she arrived back at Longbourn, the solitude of dawn had given away to the noise of the day and, most importantly, the rise of multiple voices in the breakfast room. Divested of her spencer, bonnet, and gloves, Elizabeth listened to the voices echoing down the hall over the clamor of silverware and china. Fortunately, she could make out more than one man's voice, and she relaxed at the certainty that her father was present to prevent any declarations.

"Good morning," Elizabeth said as she walked into the breakfast room, only to stop short at seeing Mr. Darcy sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. He was quick to stand and bow, leaving Mr. Collins with no option but to follow.

"Miss Elizabeth, how nice to see you this morning," Mr. Darcy said.

Her father was quick to explain. "It seems Mr. Darcy's horse suffered a minor injury while the gentleman was out riding this morning. As Longbourn was a good deal closer than Netherfield when the injury occurred and as Mr. Darcy did not desire to risk further injuring his horse, he arrived at our door not thirty minutes ago, asking if he could trespass on our hospitality. After the good will his friend engendered by tolerating some of the silliest girls in England running throughout his home last night, I felt such a trifling favor was of no inconvenience to us."

As Mr. Bennet spoke, Elizabeth considered the informal seating arrangements. Only two open chairs remained. One was situated between Lydia and Kitty who, if Elizabeth had to guess, were likely to continue their squabbling over the previous evening's slights. As Mr. Darcy sat next to Mr. Collins, leaving the only other available chair the one between Darcy and her father, she said, "Indeed. Such a small favor hardly seems sufficient."

As Elizabeth moved to sit, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Mr. Collins begin to move so as to help her into her chair. He was prevented from such chivalry by Mr. Darcy, who had only to make one small step and say, "Allow me, Miss Elizabeth" to dissuade the parson from interfering with his noble patroness's nephew.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said, confused and relieved by the continuation of Mr. Darcy's unusual behavior. Once settled, she continued, "I hope that the injury is not too serious."

Mr. Darcy shook his head. "No. I may be overzealous in my concern, but I prefer precaution where any of my responsibilities are involved."

"And such care is indeed a family trait," Mr. Collins interjected before proceeding to repeat, for the benefit of Mr. Darcy, a story he had told on two previous occasions to help educate his cousins on Lady Catherine's generosity with the staff of Rosings. The story, while containing all his normal attentions to flattery, did not do Lady Catherine's charity proper justice, a circumstance that could be wholly blamed on the unfortunate state of Longbourn. For although Mr. Collins was frequent in his reminders of Longbourn's meager consequence when compared to the grandeur of Rosings, that lesser estate had long been more liberal in its generosity towards its staff. Such a disparity would have been more readily ignored if not for the repetition, which, unfortunately for Lady Catherine, served only to draw attention to the particular differences between the two estates.

For this current telling, Hill, who had need of Mrs. Bennet's input, had the poor luck to enter the room to hear a chief part of Mr. Collins' tale, and even the stoic housekeeper could not hide her reaction. As Hill bustled from the room - no doubt eager to find means by which she could assure Mr. Bennet's continued good health - Elizabeth reflected on how such a story from the future master of the estate could never make a servant easy.

"Of course, Mr. Collins, what one estate treats as ordinary may be extraordinary only half a mile away in a different household," Mr. Darcy said suddenly. "What is best for Rosings is, for example, by no means what is best for Longbourn, and sometimes it is best to maintain the tradition of one estate rather than attempt to mimic another."

Elizabeth stared at the man next to her. It was an altogether logic statement, made without a hint of conceit, and if Elizabeth did not know of his arrogance and sense of superiority, she would swear Mr. Darcy had insulted his aunt's management of Rosings.

"Spoken like a true master," Mr. Bennet said. "How long have you had control of Pemberley?"

"Five years," Mr. Darcy replied. Elizabeth hazarded to glance at Mr. Collins, who sat quietly, seemingly unable to puzzle out what had occurred.

With that, some semblance of normalcy resumed at the Bennet table. Sitting next to Mr. Darcy, whose unexpected appearance that morning rendered Mr. Collins nearly manageable, Elizabeth drew on her recollections of his previous behavior. As kind as this version of Mr. Darcy was, it was vital for her own soundness of mind to remember that this was a temporary state of affairs, created for a reason that only a very rich man could comprehend. He had had ample chance to display his character before this moment, and in all of those opportunities, he had chosen an arrogance that a few pleasant conversations could not erase.

While checking his injury-free horse for injury, Darcy took some comfort in knowing that while Longbourn did not regularly house an animal of equal pedigree, its stablehands were at least capable of providing the necessary comfort and care. That his horse was not at any sort of risk did alleviate the small amount of guilt Darcy could not help but feel at involving his own horse in Miss Keeney's reworked scheme.

Two summers ago, Miss Margaret Keeney, while visiting a sister who had recently married the heir of the Blackwood estate, was enjoying a ride in a curricle when misfortune struck. In remarkably close proximity to Pemberley, an accident occurred involving snapped reins that, on closer inspection, appeared more cut than frayed. Once clear no lasting or serious damage existed, Darcy had considered the particulars and been unable to credit fate or coincidence in the event. As Pemberley and Blackwood had always been on good terms, however, Darcy provided the necessary hospitality as the young lady recovered from her shock and his stable repaired her equipage (a not altogether difficult repair as it required little more than changing cut reins for uncut ones). Darcy would have perhaps been less critical of Miss Keeney if her excursion had not forced a then fourteen-year-old Georgiana to play hostess to a woman who, in between bouts of nerves over how terrifying the ordeal had been, desired nothing more than the ignore the sister and flatter the brother. While Miss Keeney's scheme had been unsuccessful in securing her a permanent residency at Pemberley, Darcy could not deny that, at least for an afternoon, it had gained her admittance.

Darcy was not one to do anything by half measures, and he could not support a scheme that required so little deduction in determining the underlying motive. Therefore, he adapted Miss Keeney's plan to involve a minor injury to his horse. It was a simple enough explanation, and few people would question a man's desire to prevent lasting effects from a minor inconvenience. Moreover, in perfecting Miss Keeney's scheme, Darcy took inspiration from Mrs. Bennet and had already decided that his horse would not be well enough to return to Netherfield until the following day - requiring, of course, a visit the following day to retrieve the animal.

It was not his proudest moment, and he would likely deny the entire ridiculous plan if questioned. Yet neither could Darcy deny it was the only feasible plan that allowed interference. Other possibilities required either more conspirators or less control, and Darcy was not willing to accede on either account.

Discreet inquiries at breakfast had assured Darcy that Collins would be departing within five days. While his horse could not provide an impediment for the entirety of Mr. Collins' residency at Longbourn, Darcy believed himself sufficiently clever to find additional excuses for the remaining time.

Darcy remained with his horse for no more than the shortest amount of time required to indicate concern for the animal's well being before returning to the house, where he was met with the cold civility of Mrs. Bennet. While he had no desire to hear her loud, grating voice, he wondered at what sort of egregious sin he had committed to make a man of his stature undesirable to a woman with five unmarried daughters.

"Is your horse recovered, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy considered the current occupants of the room, pleased to see Elizabeth present but Mr. Collins absent. "Unfortunately not. While I do not think it serious, I do not yet think it advisable for him to return to Netherfield."

Mrs. Bennet's lips thinned. "If you like, I am sure we could arrange for our carriage to take you back to Netherfield."

"I thank you for the kindness, but I still hold out hope that I will be able to return to Netherfield with my own horse later today - that is, if you would be so kind as to allow me to further trespass on your hospitality?"

Mrs. Bennet seemed inclined to not bestow such kindness, but Elizabeth suddenly said, "Not at all, Mr. Darcy. Lydia was just remarking on how dull it always is the day after a ball, and I think we are all glad for such an unusual diversion."

Jane nodded as well. "Please join us, Mr. Darcy, and make yourself comfortable."

"I would not want to impede any of the household's daily activities," Darcy said, even as he sat in the chair near Elizabeth.

"Not at all," Jane said. "Although Longbourn tends towards quiet recovery after such excitement, such a change in routine is not unwelcome."

Mr. Collins soon returned to the room and headed directly for the chair Darcy now occupied. Upon noticing the chair was not available, Mr. Collins bowed low and said, "Mr. Darcy, sir, I hope that you found your horse in good health."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Collins. It is nothing serious, but it will require me to remain at Longbourn longer than expected."

Looking between Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth accepted the latter as the lesser evil. His haughtiness still on holiday and his presence preventing the private conference Mr. Collins desired, Elizabeth decided that, at least for the day, she would grant Mr. Darcy every civility and do everything within her power to keep him at Longbourn as long as possible. She could think of no better impediment to Mr. Collins' plans than the presence of Lady Catherine's nephew, and Elizabeth would use his presence to her every advantage.

"Well, there's nothing to be done of it, but we will of course let you stay as long as you need," Mrs. Bennet finally said with indifferent civility.

Hearing her mother speak in such a way to a man accustomed to every advantage of status, it became clear to Elizabeth she would receive no help from her mother in encouraging Mr. Darcy's company and would have to personally extend every courtesy to him. "Mr. Darcy, would you like to send a note to Netherfield so they do not worry over your failure to return?"

"No, that should not be necessary. Mr. Bingley left for town this morning - "

"Mr. Bingley has left?" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, her previous indifference lost upon hearing such news.

"It is a short trip," Mr. Darcy said. "He had business he already delayed twice in anticipation of last night's festivities and decided to make the trip now while the rest of the neighborhood recovered."

"Oh, that is very kind of him," Mrs. Bennet said. "We are all very grateful for his taking up residence at Netherfield."

Elizabeth, remembering her fear of Mrs. Bennet breaking into raptures over Mr. Bingley in front of Mr. Darcy, said, "But will not the rest of the party be concerned?"

"I do not expect so. I believe both Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley expressed a desire to recover from the previous night's festivities, and such a missive would be more likely to raise alarm than sooth any nerves."

What an odd reply, Elizabeth thought, for a man who rarely minced words. How strange that he believed a missive alerting his friends of his safety would be received with anything other than relief, especially since Miss Bingley was determined to think always well of him.

"They must be quite fatigued, for the preparations for such a large event certainly required a great deal of energy," Mrs. Bennet said. "Mr. Bingley is very fortunate to have such accomplished sisters."

As the conversation again veered too close to Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth determined that if she planned to extend every courtesy to Mr. Darcy, it would be necessary to restrict the contact between him and her mother. "Mr. Darcy, as you are stuck with our poor company for the immediate future and as it is such a lovely day outside, I wondered if you would be interested in taking a turn about the gardens. I don't believe you've had the chance to see the gardens of Longbourn, and while they cannot compare to the grounds of Pemberley - which I have heard much praised - I cannot but think you will enjoy them for what they are."

"You are correct, Miss Elizabeth, and I doubt any other day will provide me with a better opportunity for such a pursuit."

"Oh yes," Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. "That is a very good idea. Mr. Collins, you must join them!"

"Indeed, Cousin Elizabeth, what an excellent thought!" Turning to Mr. Darcy, he continued, "She is a most diligent hostess, is she not? I believe Lady Catherine will have no cause for distress over my selection." Although Mr. Collins lowered his voice for the last, the entire room heard every word.

Jane gasped, Lydia and Kitty giggled, and Elizabeth stared in shock at Mr. Collins. How she wished she could determine Mr. Darcy's expression but he was turned away from her. How she wished her mother would remember, for even a moment, that such anticipatory behavior should be scolded rather than encouraged. Elizabeth struggled but was unable to formulate an appropriate chastisement that would not offend at least one person present.

The silence was not of a long duration for Mr. Darcy soon turned to Elizabeth, no hint of disapproval upon his face, and offered his hand. "I expect, Miss Elizabeth, that you will be a most diligent guide."

As she did prefer his company of all the gentlemen present, Elizabeth accepted his hand. He tucked it into his arm, and while she did not welcome such contact, neither could she deny the success of it in limiting Mr. Collins' available actions. As she and Mr. Darcy quit the room, she heard Jane speak.

"Mama, I also feel the need for a walk. And while I know Mr. Collins is anxious for some fresh air, perhaps he would be kind enough to spend a few moments with Mary? She mentioned yesterday a certain discrepancy within Fordyce's that I believe only Mr. Collins could help her reconcile."

Even as they walked away from the room, Elizabeth listened carefully for her mother and Mr. Collins' responses.

"Oh, I'm sure your sister can wait a little longer for Mr. Collins' advice," Mrs. Bennet said. "Jane, you must understand - "

"Mama, we will all have time enough to entertain Mr. Collins after Mr. Darcy leaves. As Mr. Darcy is here and able to entertainment Elizabeth and myself, I cannot think Mr. Collins will find a better moment to devote to Mary. Once Mr. Darcy departs, Mr. Collins will no longer be fortunate enough to have the support of a second gentleman in entertaining so many ladies, and will have to find time for all of us."

Elizabeth abruptly noticed she clutched Darcy's arm with unusual force, anxious as she was to hear of what success, if any, Jane's diplomatic feint would bring.

"Cousin Jane, you display a soundness of judgment that is almost the equal of your dear sister Elizabeth's. As befits my living, I would indeed be remiss to not aid one of my cousins in her attempts to understand the sometimes complex nature of religious scholarship. I will therefore have to postpone my enjoyment of Longbourn's gardens."

Relieved by this quick acceptance, Elizabeth quickly straightened in an attempt to appear less reliant on Darcy's arm. Looking up at him, she recognized the same unfamiliar expression upon his face as at the ball. Uncomfortable but grateful for his presence, she disengaged from his arm and said, "Allow me to gather my things before Jane and I provide you with a tour of the garden."

"Of course."

Although Elizabeth knew she had left her gloves, bonnet, and spencer downstairs after arriving home from her walk, she went up to her room, closing the door behind her and breathing deeply.

Mr. Darcy's recent behavior, rather than illuminating his character, instead cast it further into doubt. She sympathized in his desire to spare his horse a serious injury and to remain near at hand to determine any further symptoms, but Elizabeth considered why he would have ridden so close to Longbourn in the first place even as she welcomed his presence. His unexpected appearance aided her schemes of avoidance, but she could not understand why the taciturn man was so tractable to her whims. He seemed less a convenient guest and more a confederate in her attempts to discourage Mr. Collins' suit.

Elizabeth startled at the theory that Mr. Darcy was here by design rather than chance.

Could it be possible? Could the disagreeable Mr. Darcy be attempting to separate her from Mr. Collins? It seemed unlikely, but what other explanation could there be for such singular behavior on the part of such a disagreeable man? And if he were acting in such a manner, to what end? Did he think her not good enough to wait upon his aunt? No, for he clearly found Mr. Collins ridiculous and even he could not believe her faults made her less desirable than that man. She could think of no reason for his interference - unless Mr. Darcy wished to avoid seeing a friend married into the same family as Mr. Collins.

Mr. Bingley had not yet declared his intentions, but for what other reason would Mr. Darcy involve himself in such affairs? Elizabeth paused, rolling the idea around in her head, savoring it. The more she thought on it, the more convinced she became of its merits. She had no doubt Mr. Darcy found her family's connections wanting as they were, and it would be too much to add to all of that a potential brother-in-law who was dependent upon Mr. Darcy's aunt and who was, even worse, singularly ridiculous. For even Mr. Bingley, amiable as he was, could not but dislike a future which required that he be in frequent company with Mr. Collins. As Mr. Bingley was required in town, he must have requested that his friend prevent a match that would, in the future, throw Mr. Bingley into frequent company with Mr. Collins.

If Mr. Darcy was here on Mr. Bingley's request, this meant that Mr. Darcy would likely relay other informed as to what occurred at Longbourn today, and if that were the case, Jane's actions and conduct were of vital importance. Not that Elizabeth, for a moment, believed her sister anything other than a model of propriety and grace.

A soft knocking at the door startled Elizabeth before Jane reminded her that her necessary items were already downstairs.

Waiting for the elder Bennet sisters, Darcy reflected with admiration on Jane Bennet's careful handling of her mother and Mr. Collins. Although Mr. Collins' comment on the subject had been poorly phrased, Darcy could not but admit he was correct in the general sentiment. It was the first time Darcy had seen any evidence in the eldest Miss Bennet's conduct that indicated some small similarity to her sister's lively mind.

Elizabeth's lively mind, Elizabeth's hand grasping his arm - if she was less or more than she was, he would be better able to determine her proper place within society. Instead she was in position devoid of both the necessary consequences to recommend her to something greater and the desperation of gentile poverty to force her to seek employment. Her fortunes required a match rooted in security. Her mind required a match of respect and understanding. He expected she would have to sacrifice to some degree on one or both, but never for one at the expense of the other.

Darcy considered warning Collins off Elizabeth, of giving him some excuse to convince him Lady Catherine would not approve. The idea had merit, but approaching the topic without risking offense to Lady Catherine (as Darcy assumed the parson kept very little from his noble patroness) was fraught with problems. Darcy considered speaking ill of Elizabeth, but he did not know how. He would have expected Elizabeth's disposition and decided opinions to quickly scare off such a man rather than recommending her to his attention. As her behavior had not yet dissuaded Collins, Darcy doubted anything he said about Elizabeth would now dissuade Collins' unwanted suit.

Unless Mr. Collins thought he had some type of agreement with Elizabeth.

The force of the idea struck Darcy as an ideal solution to the problem. Mr. Collins, obsessed with station and rank as he was, would naturally step aside for a man of greater consequence, especially since that man could point to a longer acquaintance with the lady in question. When Collins joined them in the garden, Darcy would ask for a private word with him, where Darcy would explain his expectations of a more permanent attachment between himself and Elizabeth. Darcy would, of course, mention he shared this confidence only because Elizabeth was Collins' cousin.

And there Darcy stopped, for he remembered his own cousin and his aunt's occasionally voiced delusions on that account. While a reasonable mind would grasp the conflict between the mother's expectations of a marriage and the daughter's exceedingly poor health, Mr. Collins possessed neither a reasonable mind nor sense enough to question any opinion of Lady Catherine's. While there was the possibility that Mr. Collins was unaware of Lady Catherine's fruitless hopes for an engagement between Darcy and Anne, the more material point was that Mr. Collins, unable to hold his tongue as he was, would be all too eager to tell his patroness of Darcy's expected engagement. As there was and never would be such an engagement, the plan crept too close to Darcy's honor to enable its execution.

"Are you ready, Mr. Darcy?"

Jane and Elizabeth came down the stairs together, and seeing them so aligned, Darcy wondered why it was Jane that caught Bingley's eye that first night instead of Elizabeth. "Yes."

Although it was not generally his custom, today, considering the nature of his reasons for being at Longbourn, Darcy offered an arm to each lady. The three made their way into the garden, where Mr. Darcy received a most thoroughly detailed tour of the garden. No plant went unremarked on, no corner of shrubbery escaped having its history told.

Different as the two sisters were, there was an ease and honesty about them that was impossible to ignore. Away from the rest of the family, the good manners of the elder Bennet sisters made Mr. Darcy less uneasy, and he even hazarded an occasional comment. .

The three past over an hour together before Darcy saw Mr. Collins exit the house. He had formed a resolution in the past hour based off the necessity of safeguarding Elizabeth after he left, and now, believing there would be no better moment to add this new twist to game, he said, "Miss Elizabeth, are you quite well?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened in confusion. "Perfectly well, thank you."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I do not mean to pry, but you look pale, and I have gathered from various comments made by your family and my own knowledge of how late you departed Netherfield last night that you may be unusually fatigued."

Collins rapidly approached, and Darcy despaired when he saw not comprehension but anger flash across Elizabeth's face. He struggled to devise another manner in which he could suggest she retire to her room without overstepping the bounds of decorum and was relieved when Jane spoke.

"Mr. Darcy is right, Lizzy. You do look more pale than usual. After tea, perhaps it would be best if you retired to your room for the rest of the day."

Elizabeth's expression shifted to one of sly understanding, but Darcy could not long dwell on his success as Mr. Collins was quick to greet them in his normal flurry of compliments.

Elizabeth performed the necessary interruption to enable some conversation to be had by all. "I am sorry to say that you have caught us at an inconvenient time, Mr. Collins, for we had just decided to return to the house."

"Actually, Lizzy, I am not quite ready to return indoors. Mr. Collins, could I trouble you to join me?" Jane asked.

Darcy's opinion of Jane increased exponentially as Mr. Collins looked between the three. While Darcy would generally anticipate a quick acquiescence from a man presented with a request to escort a pretty and well-mannered gentlewoman through a garden, anticipating Mr. Collins' actions was best done by determining the most irrational response to any situation.

"Cousin Jane, do not think me ignorant of the honor you bestow upon me, but I am sure Mr. Darcy - "

"I must admit I had lost track of the time. It is well past time for me to see how my horse fares. If neither of the ladies object, I will escort Miss Elizabeth indoors before visiting the stables, and leave Miss Bennet in your capable hands."

Before Mr. Collins could repeat his attempt to switch partners, Jane crossed to him and gently took his arm. "Mr. Collins, I must admit an eagerness to hear how you resolved Mary's discrepancy. When Mary told me of it yesterday, I could not begin to puzzle out an answer for I lack your intimate understanding of the necessary doctrines."

Even Mr. Collins was not immune to such a blatant compliment. He and Jane soon departed, the entire conversation carried by the gentleman.

"She is kindness itself," Elizabeth said quietly.

Darcy spared a glance at Elizabeth, who watched the departing cousins with relief. Feeling the necessity of some utterance on his part, he said, "I was unaware of Miss Bennet's interest in Fordyce."

"Her interest is less in the subject and more in hearing of Mr. Collins' success. There are few people who take more pleasure in celebrating others' good fortune than my sister."

Mr. Darcy considered the little they had heard of Mr. Collins' descriptions of his efforts. "I believe she will be listening for a considerable amount of time. Are you ready to return?"

"Yes, thank you," Elizabeth said. They had not traversed more than a few steps before she continued. "I must thank you for your concern for my health. You were correct in guessing I did sleep much last night."

"Please do not allow my presence to alter any desire for rest."

"Not at all, Mr. Darcy. While I will no doubt retire soon after you depart, I find your presence a welcome distraction today."

Immune though he normally was to compliments from the fairer sex, he took some satisfaction in Elizabeth's words, even if he was aware of how few men would not be favored in comparison to Mr. Collins.

Approaching the house, Darcy and Elizabeth parted. After noting Miss Bennet had directed her cousin to the farthest corner of Longbourn's gardens, Mr. Darcy ventured to the stable where he quickly declared his horse remained unable to return to Netherfield. When one of the young stablehands commented that the horse seemed in good spirits, Darcy made a vague reference to a previous event where the horse displayed no sign of problem until it was almost too late. The boy accepted the tale, and so long as he did not examine the particular choice of words in the telling, Darcy doubted the boy would piece together that the story, while true, actually belonged to Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam.

As he had once before, Darcy returned to the house where he apologized for the imposition, received a sparsely civil invitation to remain as long as needed, and was rescued from further niceties with Mrs. Bennet by Elizabeth, who immediately informed him that his continued presence would be welcomed - but only if he allowed for some conversation.

In deference to the lady's request, Mr. Darcy said, "I remember you professed a fondness for reading while staying at Netherfield."

"I said no such thing, Mr. Darcy. I believe your memory is faulty." Elizabeth favored him with a small smile. "It seems, sir, that I have finally stumbled upon a defect for which I may tease you."

"Before you do so, I feel I must object to this supposed defect for I believe it is your memory which is mistaken," he returned with ease.

"You may disagree, but I well remember my own words, and it was not I who claimed that I am a great reader but rather Miss Bingley."

"While I am perhaps mistaken in some of the particulars, I stand firm in the truth of my comment and will dismiss any attempt to claim that you are not a great reader."

"Why would Lizzy claim that?" Lydia interrupted from where she sat disassembling a bonnet. "If it were up to her, she would do nothing but walk about the countryside with her nose in a book!"

Darcy curbed his frustration at the intrusion upon his conversation with Elizabeth. It was to be expected since, only moments before, he had considered himself fortunate that Caroline Bingley was not present to add her normal opinions to the discourse.

Lydia, however, was not finished in making the entire room familiar with her thoughts on the subject. "I think it an awful waste of time, Lizzy. Reading may make you a favorite of Papa's, but I find it dreadfully dull. I had much rather dance or go into Meryton, for how else will I be able to meet the officers?"

The subject closed for the girl, she proceeded to tell Mrs. Bennet about something that had happened the night before that she had yet neglected to tell her mother. As the mother criticized the daughter for not telling her this morsel of gossip before that moment, Darcy considered the great differences between Lydia and his sister, despite their similar age. For all he often wished Georgiana less reserved, he found her shy nature infinitely superior to Lydia's unflagging exuberance.

Jane and Mr. Collins soon returned from their walk, Mr. Collins refreshed from the exercise and Miss Bennet discomposed, an affliction that likely stemmed from the great amount of patience required to attend Mr. Collins. She was quick to sit near Elizabeth, thereby forcing Mr. Collins to settle into a chair near Mrs. Bennet. Although Darcy viewed any furthering of the alliance between Mr. Collins and Mrs. Bennet with suspicion, he preferred it to Mr. Collins' fawning attention.

The eldest Miss Bennets soon engaged in a quiet conversation over a variety of unimportant subjects, and Darcy was again content as the mostly silent third member of the party. He kept a watchful eye on Mr. Collins, whose desire to be near Elizabeth was impossible to ignore, but Darcy did not, thankfully, have to interfere.

Shortly before tea, Mr. Bennet appeared from his study and asked after the state of Darcy's horse. Darcy repeated the same story he had given the stablehand, and Mr. Bennet, with more emotion that was his wont, quickly agreed that it was wise to exercise patience and proceeded to relate a similar tale from his own youth about the tendency of some animals to not give any sign of injury until further damage was done.

"I admire your attitude on the subject, for most men your age are not inclined to exercise such patience," Mr. Bennet said after he finished telling his tale. "In that vein, I thought I might suggest that your horse remain overnight at Longbourn to ensure his continued good health. You are, of course, welcome to intrude upon our hospitality as long as you like, but I would not wish to be accused of denying your friends of your company."

Darcy considered it fortunate that Mr. Bennet had unknowingly furthered Darcy's plan. Before Darcy could agree with the suggestion, however, Jane said, "Lizzy, you look pale again."

Mr. Bennet's attention instantly shifted to his daughter. "Lizzy? Are you well, child?"

"Yes, Papa, simply overtired from the previous evening."

"Lizzy, you are not normally pale when you are tired," Jane chastised.

"Jane has the right of it," Mr. Bennet added. "No one will fault you, my dear, if you admit to feeling ill."

Darcy watched the scene unfurl with amazement. Once reconciled to his disappointment that his time with Elizabeth was drawing to a close, he admired Jane Bennet's clever ploy in involving her father in the unmentioned scheme to separate Elizabeth from Mr. Collins - for while nothing had been said, Darcy believed he was not alone in that goal. Jane's contribution was admirable for while Mr. Bennet was by no means a model parent, Darcy doubted even he would brook opposition to ensuring his second eldest's well being.

Darcy caught Elizabeth glancing at him, and he wished he could translate the communication hidden in her expression.

"Then it is settled," Elizabeth agreed. "I am in need of rest, although fortunate enough that precautionary measures will likely prevent a more serious ailment."

Darcy stood as Elizabeth did, and the movement caught the attention of the rest of the room.

"Are you leaving, Mr. Darcy?"

"Not quite yet, my dear," Mr. Bennet interjected. "For I was hoping to solicit his counsel on a matter involving the estate, but for now, Elizabeth is not feeling well and will be retiring."

"No, Mr. Bennet, that cannot be for - "

"Mrs. Bennet, I assure you I am quite decided on the subject. Elizabeth is in need of rest, and I am in no mood for schemes that involve the wellness of our daughters."

Suspicion pointed Darcy to the unexpected knowledge that Jane Bennet's illness had not been an entirely unwelcome occurrence to at least one person in the room. That Mrs. Bennet had used her daughter's presence at Netherfield to further an acquaintance had never been in doubt; that she had orchestrated the entire thing was another matter entirely.

"But Mr. Bennet - "

"No, I am quite decided on the subject. Jane, I am sure Elizabeth would appreciate your help and company."

"Of course, Papa."

Darcy soon parted ways with Elizabeth, who, he noted with some satisfaction, skillfully avoided anything other than the smallest of civilities to Mr. Collins. If it were up to Darcy, she would have ignored the man altogether.

Two hours later, after a brief conversation with Mr. Bennet and assurances that his horse would be well cared for, Darcy returned to Netherfield courtesy of the Bennets' carriage. While his absence had been noted, it was not for the reasons he expected.

Entering Netherfield, he was still a fair ways from his planned destination of his room when Miss Bingley cried, "Mr. Darcy! Whatever are you doing here?"

Darcy turned and performed the necessary civilities before replying, "I am afraid I cannot understand your meaning."

"Why are you not in London with Charles?" asked she. "We expected you had gone to town with him."

"I had not planned on accompanying your brother to town."

"But then where have you been?"

"I went for a ride." Darcy lacked the desire to hear Miss Bingley's opinions of his time spent at Longbourn, although he recognized he was unlikely to avoid disclosing such information.

"That was an unusually long ride, even for a horseman such as yourself, Mr. Darcy."

"I was not riding the entire time," he said. "My horse sustained a minor injury - "

Miss Bingley was all exaggerated concern. "Oh, Mr. Darcy! Why did you not say something sooner? Are you well? Shall I call for the apothecary?"

"There is no need, madam. I am perfectly well as it was my horse that was injured and not my own person." While of the opinion that such information was immaterial to her, he still added, "I expect my horse will be fine as well."

"But where you have been, Mr. Darcy?" the lady cried. "If I had known you had not gone with Charles, I would have ensured men were sent to find you."

"Do not trouble yourself on it." And here he paused, for he could not but consider that she would take as little pleasure in hearing the next as he took in telling her. "The Bennets allowed me to trespass upon their hospitality as I was but half a mile from Longbourn when the problem arose."

"Longbourn?" the lady repeated. "And how did you find the Bennets this morning?"

"The same as when they left Netherfield last night."

"They are all surely delighted by Miss Eliza's upcoming nuptials."

"Not at all, for I am given to believe such an event is not expected to occur."

"Is that so?" Miss Bingley said. "It is unfortunate then that Mr. Collins does not possess the same admiration for her fine eyes."

"Not sharing any sort of confidence with Mr. Collins, I do not believe myself in a position to address his opinions on that subject."

"Very well. But I fear I must ask when we should expect Mrs. Bennet to return your horse and extend the drop off to an invitation to tea."

"On that subject, there is no need to trouble yourself. Mr. Bennet invited me to join him for breakfast tomorrow when I retrieve my horse." Darcy considered Miss Bingley's comment, his mind quickly determining that within her barb was a useful tool. "But I thought perhaps you might wish to use my journey to Longbourn for your own pleasures."

"You must enlighten me, sir, for I am unaware of any pleasures which can be derived from that estate."

"Forgive me, for I misspoke. I was not referencing the estate itself," Mr. Darcy replied as his mind carefully crafted the necessary turn of phrase to convince Miss Bingley of his scheme. "I recall you saying only two nights ago how you longed for the society of your friends in town. As you are not yet in London, perhaps an invitation to the elder two Miss Bennets would help ease your loneliness, for while they are not as sophisticated as your circle in town, they possess the necessary essentials. Moreover, as Hurst and I had planned on shooting tomorrow, it would give you and Mrs. Hurst more varied company for the day."

Miss Bingley could not hide her distaste at the suggestion and said in a tone of forced civility, "I am sure the Miss Bennets would not appreciate such a late invitation. As the Bennets are quite the favorites of the neighborhood, I cannot but think they are already engaged elsewhere."

"Not at all," said he. "But I fear I must admit a selfish motive to this suggestion."

"Indeed?" She was now all eager attention.

"Yes, for I find I am quite in their debt for the kindness shown to me today but am unable to return the favor. This is particularly true of Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth, for they were ever attentive to my comfort for the duration, despite some lingering fatigue from the ball." Darcy paused, determined Miss Bingley required further persuasion, and, with a great deal of care as to his word choice, explained, "If we were at Pemberley, I would ask Georgiana to extend an invitation to the ladies as a sign of my gratitude. Although it is a duty that normally falls to the mistress of an estate, I am ever grateful that Georgiana assumes such responsibility at so young an age."

Darcy detected the exact moment Miss Bingley read her preferred subtext into his words. "You are correct, Mr. Darcy. It would be my pleasure to invite Miss Bennet and Miss Eliza to spend the day with me tomorrow as a sign of our gratitude for their aid to you. I will make sure you have a note to deliver to them."

Mr. Darcy gave a slight bow and said, "Thank you, Miss Bingley. Now, you must excuse me, for I feel it is well past time I changed out of this attire."

Returning to his chambers, Mr. Darcy considered that for all Miss Bingley desired to assist him, her help in this case,were she aware of his true objective, would not be met with any pleasure by the lady. But such duplicity did not invoke any desire for repentance or diminish even slightly the thrill of his success. Elizabeth was safely ensconced in her room for the night, and the plan was set for tomorrow.

Mr. Collins would soon return to Hunsford a single man, and, task completed, Darcy would leave Hertfordshire and its distractions with no plans to return.

Chapter 3

Posted on April 6, 2010

For the second morning in a row, Elizabeth returned from her walk to find Mr. Darcy having breakfast with her family. As her father made some comment about neglecting to mention the invitation to his wife and daughters, Mr. Darcy rose to greet her and was quick to offer her a chair between himself and Jane. As had occurred yesterday, his presence kept Mr. Collins' contributions to a minimum.

When Mr. Darcy resumed his seat, he asked, "I trust you are feeling better this morning, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Much better, thank you," she said. "I hope the same can be said for your horse."

"Yes, although I plan to make use of Bingley's horse while he remains in town."

Jane, who had directed her attention to their conversation at the mention of that amiable gentleman, asked, "Do you know when Mr. Bingley plans to return?"

"I was given to understand his business would take two or three days, although I am not privy to the details so I cannot say if that is an accurate estimate of his absence or merely a wish for a speedy resolution."

"Hopefully he was correct in his estimate and will not be required to stay in town longer than he would choose," Jane said. "I imagine the party at Netherfield misses his company."

"Yes, they do, which reminds me of my second reason for intruding again upon your family party." Darcy pulled a folded sheet of paper from his coat and, to Mr. Bennet, said, "Miss Bingley asked that I deliver this note to Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth."

"Then by all means, Mr. Darcy, hand the note to one of my daughters for I would not want to inform Miss Bingley that the messenger did not complete his task," Mr. Bennet said.

Darcy handed the note to Jane, who opened the note, scanned it, and smiled. "Mr. Darcy, would you mind passing this to Lizzy?"

Darcy handed the note to Elizabeth as her mother demanded, "What does she say?"

"She thanks all of us for our kindness to Mr. Darcy yesterday and invites Lizzy and me to join her and Mrs. Hurst for the day. She said Mr. Darcy has agreed to allow us the use of his carriage."

"That is very generous of you, sir," Mr. Bennet said.

"Not at all. As Mr. Bingley has his carriage, and as I am indebted to your family for their kindness, the offer of my carriage seemed the least I could do for all involved."

Elizabeth stole a glance to Mr. Collins, who did not look at all happy with this invitation. Unfortunately, Mrs. Bennet also saw his expression, for she soon said, "How very kind of them! But I do not believe I can spare Lizzy today."

Elizabeth tensed. Mr. Darcy had again found a manner in which to provide her with a convenient escape from Mr. Collins' unflattering attentions, and she had had no time to rejoice in it before her mother's words.

"Miss Bingley will be disappointed to hear that, for when she gave me the note, she specifically requested that I relay to Miss Elizabeth that she hoped to complete a conversation begun while the Misses Bennets stayed at Netherfield."

"And what conversation was that?" Elizabeth demanded, for she could recall no discourse with that lady that she wished to continue.

"She would not relate specifics, and as I am not familiar with the secret affairs of women, I will not hazard to guess."

Elizabeth looked at Darcy, and again she thought she detected a tone of teasing, although she knew he would not do such a thing.

"Lizzy, you never mentioned you and Miss Bingley had become such particular friends!" Mrs. Bennet chastised.

As she and Miss Bingley were not particular friends and as Elizabeth sincerely doubted Miss Bingley desired to spend time with her, she said only, "It did not seem worth mentioning for it was no more than the normal result of two ladies staying within the same house."

Elizabeth doubted the truth of Mr. Darcy's message despite how advantageous such a comment was to her as it left her mother in an uncomfortable position. Allowing a visit to Netherfield ran the risk of dissuading Mr. Collins through an additional postponement of his suit while denying a visit could affect Jane's chances in remaining in the good graces with Miss Bingley, and, by extension, that lady's brother. Elizabeth was considering how to play on the latter concern when her father spoke.

"Well, my dear, after I went to all the trouble to visit the brother, I prefer we not risk neighborly affection by offending the sister. Perhaps one of the other girls might assist you today?"

Mr. Bennet's words on the subject decided the matter and Elizabeth and Jane were soon within Mr. Darcy's carriage on the way to Netherfield while the gentleman rode next to them.

In determining the schedule for the day and organizing it in such a way as to prevent unexpected diversions, Darcy had not considered Mr. Hurst.

In company, Hurst could be relied on for three things and three things alone: securing the best port, encouraging a game of cards, and shooting. In arranging the Bennet sisters' visit to Netherfield, Darcy had fixed the gentlemen's plan for shooting as central to his success. The activity would not only limit his contact with Elizabeth but also minimize Caroline Bingley's discomposure of seeing him with the woman she viewed as a rival. As a lengthy visit by the Bennet sisters required the generous and good spirits of their hostess, Darcy had determined to do what he could to ensure the hostess' continued hospitality. In that, Darcy was firm in his belief that his absence could only help encourage her generosity. Moreover, spending two days in company with the Bennet sisters following a ball where he had danced with the younger already ran too close to indicating a preference, and Darcy refused to further that risk by annoying Caroline Bingley.

It was, all in all, a sound plan except for some of the principal players acting outside of his expectations.

He had, unfortunately, not considered how his suggestion of performing a mistress' duties would affect Caroline Bingley. For she had embraced his comment with relish and, in gratitude to the Bennet sisters for providing such an opportunity to display her skill, had spared no expense in planning the menu for the Bennet sisters' visit. When departing that morning, he had heard two servants talk of how she had even laid the groundwork for an invitation for an informal supper should she choose to make it. In less than a day, it seemed, she had assembled a repast that overshadowed many of the formal suppers given in a county of four and twenty families.

Therein lay the primary problem. For Hurst, normally inclined to consider shooting one of the few activities that held his attention more than a good meal, was determined to not miss a moment of his sister-in-law's culinary plans for the day. Instead of a shooting expedition that extended until Darcy could comfortably ignore his concerns about spending too much time in the company of Elizabeth, within an hour Hurst declared the weather poor for the sport and suggested they head indoors. As Hurst was already walking in that direction, Darcy had no choice but to agree.

Making their way back towards the house, Darcy reluctantly decided that, for the day, he would disregard one of his long-standing principles. Before he had even reached his majority, he had become aware of how any compliment bestowed by him - a single man of considerable worth - was taken as something more. This was doubly true when the recipient was a single women and most particularly a single woman who acted as hostess for a brother, father, or other relation. To prevent such analyses of his behavior, Darcy gave such women only those praises and compliments which civility required. Anything less went against his character and anything more gave rise to hope. This was particularly true of Miss Bingley, who was clear in her preference for him.

Darcy believed it a sound principle, but there was nothing to it. In order to divert Miss Bingley's sharp tongue, he would have to divert her attention. He knew himself unable to avoid Elizabeth entirely, which Miss Bingley would surely notice. He could not eliminate all interaction with her without offending the party even more than was his habit, but he could, he believed, diminish their power by paying greater attention than usual to Miss Bingley. It would be a delicate dance, to be sure, for neither did he wish to unduly raise expectations - although it was impossible to prevent some interest as Miss Bingley was already given to read anything and everything even slightly favorable into his every action.

If he felt himself wavering in his resolve to go against his principles, it took only the thought of Elizabeth forced to submit to Collins to reaffirm his stance. He reminded himself that it was not his fault that many ladies chose to read what they wanted into his words rather than trust that he would be clear in his regard if he were so inclined.

Arriving at the entrance to Netherfield, he considered it not at all surprising that the first woman who did possess a threat to his marital status was one of the only to not strive to flatter herself with discovering compliments she believed hidden in his words. If anything, he thought, she did not give his behavior the credit it was due. He detected some attraction on her part - some genuine interest in his person and not his fortune - but it was less than he would have wished given his own feelings. It was for the best, of course, since nothing could ever come of such attraction.

Divested of his outdoor wear, Darcy made his way to the parlor, following after the still quickly-moving Hurst. Darcy was a good distance from the room the ladies' occupied when he recognized Elizabeth's voice within the hum of conversation. Even when the individual words were not distinct, her voice carried a certainty and ease that made clear her considerable mental assets. Darcy felt his entire body tense, momentarily reacting to the unexpected sound and the reminder of the best qualities of Elizabeth. Darcy allowed himself a moment to acknowledge his attraction before bringing himself back under good regulation.

It would not have been altogether dishonest to have told Collins Lady Catherine would not approve of Elizabeth, Darcy mused. It would have no doubt been an easier course - excluding how his aunt would, much like the single ladies of society, read what she wished into his involvement. While Lady Catherine had the ability to be clever, her opinions were so fixed as to give her a deficiency of understanding and a tendency, when it suited her purposes, towards the illogical.

Elizabeth's company would not bring out the best in his aunt. His aunt would find her too quick of mind for her station, too forward for her position as a parson's wife, and too negligent in her musical lessons to properly entertain the residents of Rosings. For Elizabeth, despite her lowly connections, possessed confidence where Lady Catherine had none, and such a gift would win Lady Catherine's disapproval sooner rather than later. Again Darcy wondered at why Collins, deficient in everything save pleasing his patroness, could not see this state of affairs.

"Mr. Darcy! We were told to expect a day of shooting!" Miss Bingley cried as the two gentlemen entered the room.

"As was I," Darcy replied. "But Mr. Hurst found the weather lacking today and suggested we return indoors. If you prefer, we will retire to the library as to not infringe upon your plans."

Despite his inclinations, Darcy would not look Elizabeth's way at that moment for he knew Miss Bingley watched him closely.

"Not at all," Miss Bingley finally said. "For it has just been decided that I shall ring for tea."

"Capital, capital," Hurst grumbled as he heaved his girth onto his favored chair.

As his goal today was to protect Elizabeth from Miss Bingley and not Collins, Darcy selected a chair as far from her as possible. While the parson required a close proximity to dissuade, the lady present required distance.

A generous assortment of foods soon arrived, a spread that exceeded even what Darcy expected when home at Pemberley. While grander than he had considered possible given the short time available to her, the attention to detail was entirely expected. Darcy had never found his friend's sister lacking in her ability to plan entertainment; rather, it was her other qualities which made her unsuitable for serious consideration as his wife.

The Bennet sisters were all that was polite in their compliments to the hostess, and Darcy could not miss the gleam of superiority in Miss Bingley's eyes. He could easily sketch her thoughts at that moment - how unaccustomed such country girls were to the finery of town and good society. How insupportable she found it to waste her talents on such company. Yet for once Caroline held her tongue and displayed a remarkable command of civility.

Lingering over the remains of the tea, Darcy noticed Jane Bennet, closest to the fire of any of the assembled, allow her shawl to drop back onto the couch. It brought to mind Darcy's other plans for the day, which had been undefined in its execution until that moment.

Darcy remained quiet except for his multiple compliments to Miss Bingley - which did much to encourage her civility to her guests - but as the conversation reached the normal post-meal lull, he said, "As the alteration of today's activities leaves me now with time to review some correspondence in need of my attention, I believe I will take my leave. Before I depart, however, I will admit a curiosity as to whether you have shown Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth your plans for the music room, Miss Bingley?"

Miss Bingley gave him an altogether genuine smile. "I had not thought of it, Mr. Darcy."

Her sincere appreciation of his words stopped him cold. He had pushed too far in his machinations, and he would not allow himself to risk any further compliments. Fortunately Mrs. Hurst was quick to speak.

"My dear, I believe that is an excellent idea. Your changes are everything fashionable and lovely."

"I would enjoy seeing the room," Jane said.

"As would I," Elizabeth agreed. "It is a pretty room, to be sure, but it is in want of updates."

Darcy could barely contain his smile at Elizabeth's words for they worked the necessary magic on Miss Bingley, who quickly arranged for the ladies to view her efforts. Darcy parted with them and was soon left with only a snoring Hurst for companionship.

Before he retired to attend to his correspondence - a statement that, thankfully, was not even a slight exaggeration, making it a welcome break from his careful wordplay of the past two days - Darcy glanced to where Jane Bennet had sat, pleased to see her shawl remained.

Saying a silent thank you to Miss Sofia Winter, Darcy picked up the shawl and left the room.

How little he had ever expected Miss Sofia Winter's frequent habit of misplacing an item while at homes with single gentlemen in residence to be of use. Although, as with Miss Keeney, her plan required the necessary tweaking. For rather than leaving an item, he borrowed one, and he had no designs on waiting for Miss Bennet to retrieve the item on her own.

Darcy awoke early the next morning, refreshed and inordinately pleased with himself. He was quick to rise, as his success for the day was dependent upon precise attention to the clock.

Miss Bingley, pleased with her success in showcasing her greatest asset, had insisted the Bennet sisters stay for the informal supper she had planned. They had initially declined, but she had pressed on, saying they were all such good friends, it would be a shame to end the day prematurely. That she paid every attention to Darcy over dinner and left the Bennet sisters to her sister was immaterial to Darcy's plans. That she now seemed to believe Collins' interest in Elizabeth had extinguished Darcy's was unexpectedly helpful.

Once dressed, Darcy picked up the shawl he had taken from the parlor yesterday and took a moment to again review his plan. As attention to Elizabeth was to be avoided, he had instead relied upon Jane yesterday evening. Fortunately, it took little effort and few words to encourage her to speak of her closest sister.

So long as the weather was fair, Jane had said over supper, Elizabeth was almost always the first awake at Longbourn. While her early morning walks were not always to their mother's liking, they were, by now, a natural part of daily life at Longbourn. For the last week, she had continued, Elizabeth had been rising earlier and walking longer, a habit the eldest Miss Bennet contributed to an anticipation of winter and its frequent curtailment of such activity.

Whether due to her normal disposition or the unspoken alliance they had formed, Darcy cared not which, Jane next directed the conversation to an entirely different subject. She expected Elizabeth would be inclined to rise even earlier on the following day, for they had promised their younger sisters a trip into Meryton that had been postponed after receiving Miss Bingley's note. To maintain sisterly affection, it was anticipated that the trip would take place at the earliest time, which was expected to be the following day. Miss Bennet was quick to reassure Darcy that the plans were not particularly fixed, for the sisters walked often into Meryton together.

Darcy again mulled over this help from such an unexpected quarter. Jane Bennet was everything polite, and he had rather expected her to meekly follow in her mother's designs. After the past two days, however, it was clear that, when her emotions were touched, she was as able as Elizabeth in making her opinions known, albeit in a much subtler manner.

It also lessened his guilt over stealing the lady's shawl. He had caught her surreptitiously looking for it after supper, but she had thankfully said nothing. He contented himself in knowing that were she aware of the purpose of the shawl's disappearance, she would fully endorse its temporary absence. That it was perhaps not entirely proper for Darcy to have a lady's shawl was, if not entirely unimportant, sufficiently so as to calm his dislike of such subterfuge.

In large part, today's schedule was based off the intelligence Miss Bennet had so helpfully relayed the previous evening. Darcy had remained downstairs last night only long enough to not give Miss Bingley the impression that the Bennets were the only reason he remained in company. Once returned to his chambers, he spent his time before retiring crafting the plan.

Given the needed results - preventing Collins from declaring his intentions by keeping him away from Elizabeth - Darcy determined to rise early for a ride, wherein he would come across Elizabeth on her walk. He would mention Jane's shawl and say he had planned to drop it off at Longbourn during his morning ride. To prevent any misunderstandings, he would make such to add that while it was not part of his habit to return lost belongings, it seemed equally ridiculous to not undertake the task after the kindness the Bennets displayed to him when he would be so close to Longbourn that morning regardless.

Once the groundwork was laid to explain his presence in the area, he would ask if she would be willing to take him to Oakham Mount, saying he had heard it described as one of the prettiest views in Hertfordshire (and also one of the longer walks from Longbourn, although that was not necessary to relate). Following her acceptance of his request, they would begin the walk, during which time Darcy would solicit her opinion on the various shops of Meryton. He would proceed to explain that he desired to purchase a few items for his sister, a disclosure which would hopefully result in Elizabeth mentioning her plans to go into Meryton. At this point, he would ask if she and her sisters - making sure to emphasize his reliance on all of the Bennet sisters and not Elizabeth alone - would be willing to aid him in selecting some items for Georgiana, for he knew young ladies near his sister's age would be far superior in selecting such trinkets than a much older brother. Elizabeth would accept, and while this plan did not safeguard her every waking hour from Collins, Darcy hoped it would be sufficient for he was not inclined to pretend an injury to Bingley's horse as well.

While Darcy did not anticipate such an outing, neither did he dread it. There was no question the younger Bennet girls were loud and occasionally vulgar. Yet he could not deny they were all, save the middle one, attentive to fashion and always well attired. That the youngest two were excessively so and to the exclusion of all else was to be expected given their background, but as such frivolity now served him well lessened the offense. In asking for their help, therefore, he would not be exaggerating his own opinions, for he knew of no one else in Hertfordshire's society who possessed such knowledge of ladies' finery as to select appropriate gifts for Georgiana.

But that was all dependent on the timing. He would need to catch Elizabeth at a point on her walk where their meeting would appear entirely natural and not give rise to suspicion of ulterior motives. And that was why it was vital to the successful execution of today's plan that he leave Netherfield promptly.

He was nearing the door when he heard footsteps on the stairs followed by, "I say, Darcy, are you going for a ride?"

Darcy turned to see Bingley, looking as agreeable as ever. This was odd in itself for Bingley was not an early riser or at least not the most amiable early riser. More to the point, he was supposed to be in London. "Bingley, good morning. I had not expected to see you today."

"I can well imagine. I had not expected to finish my business so quickly, but I managed it as I found I could not bear to be away from Netherfield a day longer than necessary." Bingley crossed over to him, his manner one of eagerness. "The delights of town are nothing to the joy of having my own estate. Now that I am blessed with such a situation, I cannot fathom why you do not spend every moment you can at Pemberley."

"You must have left London very late," Darcy said by way of answer.

"Not at all!" Bingley replied. "We had some trouble with the carriage along the road and it stopped our progress for nearly three hours. By the time we pulled into Netherfield, all of you were already above stairs."

"I am surprised to see you up this early."

"I found I had no desire to spend the morning sleeping. As you are always eager to remind me, I am unable to temper my enthusiasm, and now that I have decided I prefer the country, I can hardly wait to begin." Bingley was already moving in the direction of the breakfast room, Darcy following out of politeness rather than preference. "Now, have you had breakfast yet? I am eager to hear of what has occurred in my absence, and I am anxious to solicit your opinion on what needs to be done with Netherfield."

"I had planned on taking a ride."

"Marvelous! Perhaps we can tour Netherfield's grounds again. I think some changes are needed if I am to make this my home, but I simply must see the land for myself before I make any decisions."

Darcy could think of nothing to excuse himself from breakfast with his host. "Of course."

"Wonderful!" Bingley cried. "Darcy, I cannot tell you how beneficial this trip to London was. I believe everything is finally falling into place, and I could not be happier."

Darcy agreed and, as they sat down to a breakfast where Bingley talked and Darcy listened, the latter hoped further conversation would shed light on how he might bring Bingley into unknowing agreement with Darcy's plan - a plan that would no longer include meeting Miss Elizabeth on her morning walk.