Beginning, Previous Section, Section VI, Next Section

Ch 27: Practice hospitality*

Lizzy paced in front of the parlor windows, anxiously watching the drive. Papa said he would be home yesterday. I know the ill weather wreaks havoc on the roads. It is not so unusual for travel to be delayed, but I cannot help worrying.
 
"Miss Elizabeth, ma'am?" Hill's voice called from the doorway.
 
"Yes?"
 
"The parcels just arrived from Mr. Nash's shop. Do you wish to check them yourself?"
 
"No thank you, Hill. I trust you to handle that task." Lizzy smiled gently. "It seems that Mr. Nash's shop has become decidedly busier in recent days."
 
"Aye, ma'am, I do believe it has. Mr. Sterling has come by twice in the last two weeks asking if there was anything we required, or any special order that we needed placed." Hill's brows rose knowingly. "He has seemed quite put out that I have told him we do not require anything from him."
 
"How interesting." Lizzy's eyes twinkled. "Oh, look! Papa's carriage is coming up the lane!" Running to the stairs, she called, "Jane, Mary, Kitty! Papa comes!" She turned and dashed out the front door and down the steps.
 
Moments later, all four sisters had gathered to await the arrival of the travelers. The coach rolled to a stop, and soon the door creaked open. Stiffly, Mr. Bennet left the confines of the vehicle, quickly followed by Mr. Gardiner.
 
"Papa!" Lizzy exclaimed. "Uncle Gardiner!" She rushed toward the men, forgetting her age and throwing her arms around her father. "We missed you so, Papa!"
 
A sudden lump rose in Mr. Bennet's throat. How I have missed you girls! I hate being away from home. Sighing, he pulled her close. "I am glad to be home, my dear."
 
"We are so glad you are come home, Papa." Jane smiled broadly. "It is so good to have you with us, Uncle Gardiner."
 
"And I am delighted to be here. How much you all have grown since I last saw you!" Gardiner took Jane's hands warmly.
 
Lizzy stepped back to allow her sisters access to their father. After they had all embraced, they turned toward the steps. The girls gasped.
 
"Mama!" they exclaimed together.
 
"I saw the carriage coming up the drive," Mrs. Bennet said softly, her eyes on her husband.
 
"Fanny!" he whispered, tears stinging his eyes. Leaving his daughters behind, he rushed up the stairs and took his wife into his arms. "I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you thus! My dear, I have sorely missed you."
 
Misty eyed, Lizzy and Jane exchanged happy glances, taking each other's hands and squeezing warmly. From the window, Hill peeked out, her eyes filling at the sight.
 
"I had no idea Mama would come out to meet him!" Lizzy whispered excitedly.
 
"Nor I, but we must consider this a good thing!" Jane happily agreed.
 
They all followed as Mr. and Mrs. Bennet turned into the house. The couple quickly excused themselves upstairs. The girls took their uncle into the parlor and called for tea.
 
"I trust you had a pleasant trip, Uncle," Jane remarked as she poured.
 
"It was a most interesting one. Thank you, dear." Gardiner took the tea cup gratefully. "Decent tea cannot be found at the coaching inns!" I fear Bennet will have to air the coach for some days before that man's stench is gone.
 
"Were the roads bad?" Mary asked, smoothing her dress over her lap. "We heard that the weather between Kent and London was quite fierce."
 
"Indeed it was, my dear. The coach was dreadfully slow amidst all the puddles and ruts!" He laughed.Not to mention all the unanticipated stops! "There were moments when it would have been faster to walk!"
 
"Papa wrote that you were bringing a guest with you," Lizzy noted as she served small sandwiches.
 
"Yes. There has been a small change of plans. He has stopped first for a few days with your Uncle and Aunt Phillips. I do not know when he shall be here, but I should leave the details for your father to explain." Gardiner frowned slightly.
 
"Papa!" Kitty exclaimed, jumping up to greet him.
 
"Girls," he smiled contentedly. "How I have longed for a decent cup of tea!" He sat between Lizzy and Jane, taking the cup Jane handed him. "Oh that is indeed welcome!" The comfort of home can never be too much appreciated.
 
"Well, I will leave you to catch up, if you do not mind. I think I would like some time to refresh myself and remove the road dust." Gardiner pushed himself up from his seat, knowing his brother wanted private time with his daughters.
 
"Mama told us earlier that she will be joining us for dinner tonight." Lizzy looked up at her uncle. "Will you join us too?"
 
"Most certainly. I would not want to miss out on my sister's gracious hospitality." Gardiner bowed and took his leave.
 
For a moment, Mr. Bennet simply sipped his tea and enjoyed his familiar surroundings. "I heard you asking after our other guest," he sighed. "It is a bit of a long story, but one you should know. Kitty, please close the door for me, my dear." Kitty obeyed. "Where to begin?" He sipped his tea. "You know that Longbourn is entailed to my cousin. He has recently died, leaving the entail to his son, Mr. William Collins. It seems he has recently taken orders and has received a valuable living in Kent. Your uncles and I went to see him regarding the entail. I will not bore you with details, but I will not see this entail carried out. He will not have Longbourn.
 
"I offered to compensate him for his loss, but he would not have it, so your Uncle Phillips and I will take him to court and end the entail. The same one who convinced him not to accept my offer also made him believe that there is a way for him to still retain rights to Longbourn. He believes he will marry one of you and maintain his inheritance." He looked out the window, unable to meet his daughters' eyes.
 
The girls looked at each other, perplexed and uncertain how to respond. Finally Lizzy asked, "What say you of this, Papa?"
 
"I told him in no uncertain terms that I would not force any of you to marry against your inclinations. I think him a self-important fool whose company I can hardly tolerate. I do not think him an amiable match for any of you. I would not for anything see any of you tied to a man such as him." Closing his eyes, he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose.
 
"Oh, Papa!" Jane cried, laying her hand on his shoulder.
 
"There, there, dear," he covered her hand with his own. "Not to worry. Your Uncle Gardiner is here to help us all manage during this trying time. I do fear for your mother though. It seems that she has begun to recover her spirits. I would hate to jeopardize that in any way. That is why Mr. Collins is staying with your Uncle and Aunt Phillips for a few days. Mr. Gardiner has invited your mother to stay with his family until Mr. Collins has gone. I just spoke with her, and she is agreeable to the plan.
 
"I read Colonel Forster's letter, Lizzy, and I think it is time for us to retrieve your sister from his care. Tomorrow, I will have you help your mother pack her trunks for London and ready anything else Lydia might need as well. The following day, your Uncle's man will see your mother and her maid to Brighton to retrieve Lydia. From there, they will travel to London. I will send an express to the colonel directly. After she is gone, I am afraid we will be forced to endure Mr. Collins' company."
 
"I think it a good plan, Papa," Jane offered softly. "Mama has only just begun to come below stairs, and it would be such a shame to try her nerves once again. She does so love our Aunt Gardiner and the children. London will do her a world of good."
 
"I must say I am surprised to see your mother so well recovered. It is quite unprecedented. Tell me, how have you effected such a transformation?" Bennet opened his eyes and looked warmly at his daughters.
 
Mary was the first to speak. "I have gone to her every night you have been away to tell her the news of the day. At first she did not speak at all, but my stories seemed to comfort her, so I continued. After a week or so, she began to ask me questions and even offer her opinions. She was quite pleased to hear that we had decided to proceed with the small dinner party that had been planned prior to your trip. It went very well, and when I told her of it, I think she actually smiled."
 
Kitty picked up the tale. "After the dinner party, Lady Lucas came to call, with Charlotte and Maria. It was then that Mama actually came below stairs and visited with them. Lady Lucas seemed to cheer her greatly. After that, she began taking breakfast or tea with us. She surprised us when she came to greet you this afternoon."
 
Bennet nodded, smiling. "So it seems you have been quite busy then?"
 
"Quite so," Lizzy smiled wryly. "After you have settled in, Kitty and I have much to go over with you regarding the ledgers you left us, both old and new."
 
"You and Kitty?" An eyebrow rose in surprise.
 
"Indeed, we have become quite clever with our figures, and quite surprised with what has come about as a reult! It was Kitty's observation that led to little Billy Thompson being set to rights." The girls looked at each other and began to laugh.
 
"It appears that I have missed a great deal since I have been gone. So, a discrepancy of some sort in my ledgers has led to the reformation of that Thompson scamp? Come to think of it, was that the boy I saw walking with Mr. Clay as we drove up? I am sure of it. What is he doing at Longbourn?"
 
Jane laughed. "It is a rather complicated tale." Laughing once again, she began to relate the tale, with the help of her sisters at appropriate moments.
 
At her conclusion, Bennet sat back, a puzzled expression on his face, his thoughts whirling. "I find myself at a loss for words, girls. There is so much to take in, I hardly know where to begin." Seeing the concern on their faces, he quickly added, "I am indeed proud of you, all of you. I did not imagine you dealing with such a situation when I left. You have acquitted yourselves very very well." His eyes grew moist as he opened his arms to them. I fear I have underestimated them all. Such fine young women I have been blessed with! Collins shall not have a one of them!
 

Darcy leaned back in his chair, pushing away his plate. Mrs. Long is a gracious hostess, despite the fact that her cook is wrongly employed. I never considered myself a picky eater, but perhaps I need to reconsider. I have never known goose to have such a ghastly flavour. He glanced over at Bingley, who had also left a fair portion of his meal untouched. If you settle in this neighborhood, I will see to it that you find an adequate staff, lest I end my acquaintance with you! He smiled to himself, then noticed Bingley's sheepish expression. I see you are thinking the same thing, my friend.
 
"Are you certain you are finished, Mr. Bingley?" Mrs, Long asked, staring at his plate.
 
"Yes, madam. I thank you so much for your hospitality, my party being strangers here in Meryton. It certainly speaks to the kindness of the neighborhood. I look forward to meeting many of the good people of this community soon." Bingley smiled widely, glancing back at Louisa.
 
"Indeed, Mrs. Long," she quickly agreed. "It was so pleasant to share your company tonight. Eating at the inn does become so tiresome."
 
"We are honored by your company." Mr. Long nodded as he rang the bell for the servants to clear away the table. "Mr. Bascombe has long been a dear friend of ours. When he told us that you were considering letting Netherfield, we were only too pleased to have you dine with us."
 
"You see, Mr. Bingley, we have many fine families in our little village." Bascombe's bushy brows rose as he clasped his hands over his ample belly. "Should you take Netherfield, you will not be in want of company." The wealthy son of a tradesman will find himself much sought after amongst the gentle families of our community. He will fit right in.
 
"I never doubted that, sir, not for a moment!" Bingley laughed. "I find country manners charming, and am nowhere more at home than in a country village."
 
Darcy shook his head. How is it that you always seem to know the right thing to say to set people at ease? You have quite a talent, my friend. I do not think I have ever appreciated it until now.
 
"And you ma'am?" Mrs. Long turned to Louisa. "Do you share your brother's tastes?"
 
Blushing slightly, she glanced at her brother, "I am looking forward to the unique opportunities that settling here may afford us." I do believe I would be happy to settle nearly anywhere if it was away from Caroline.
 
"Shall we leave the gentlemen to their business? I was told you play the pianoforte. We have a lovely instrument in the drawing room," Mrs. Long said as she gracefully rose from her chair.
 
"Thank you," Louisa replied as she followed her hostess from the room.
 
"I believe our business might be better conducted in my study. Shall we?" The gentlemen followed Mr. Long to his tastefully appointed study. "Please take all the time you need to complete your business. You are welcome to the brandy if you so desire. I shall be back shortly." He bowed and shut the door behind him.
 
"Brandy, gentleman?" Bascombe poured three glasses and handed them to his companions.
 
Darcy sipped the dark liquid. A fair stock. Certainly not the finest I have known, but nothing to sneer at.
 
"You and your sister have toured the house and grounds. What do you say, sir, of my humble home?" Bascombe asked as he settled into a large leather chair.
 
"The house is certainly ample for our needs," Bingley looked beseechingly at Darcy, "However…"
 
"However," Darcy smoothly began, leaning forward slightly.
 
Bingley sighed in relief, leaning back in his chair. I cannot thank you enough, old friend. I need someone to show me how to conduct such discussions. I have been told I am far too agreeable. I have no wish to make the same mistakes again here.
 
"There are several matters which need to be addressed before my friend will consider letting the place." Darcy removed a folded sheet of paper from his coat pocket.
 
"I see, sir." Bascombe pulled uneasily at his cravat. So much for an easy contract. I should have known better than to see this Bingley fellow with his friend. "I cannot imagine that there is anything that would be an impediment to a speedy settlement."
 
"I am not as certain of that as you are, sir. There are a number of concerns, all of which can be addressed in a contract, if both parties are amenable. But I cannot support any agreement without seeing all of these in writing." Darcy unfolded the paper, smoothing it on the table.
 
"I cannot imagine what might be…" Bascombe laid his meaty hand over the list.
 
Sharply, Darcy pulled the paper away, fixing a steely glare on the older man. "Do not trifle with me, sir. I have been managing my own estate for some years now, and am well versed in its management. You and I are both well aware of the shortcomings of Netherfield Park."
 
Bascombe swallowed hard, pulling away slightly.
 
"We can discuss them and come to an agreement, or my friend and I can leave now. The choice is yours." Darcy glanced at Bingley, waiting for his friend's nod.
 
"Do not be so hasty, sir. Of course I would like to hear all of your concerns." Bascombe took a deep drink of his brandy. I suppose I will not be making quite the profit from this enterprise as I had first hoped for. But I must lease this place soon. I cannot afford to continue on otherwise.
 
"So then, let us begin with the matter of the roof…" Darcy consulted his list.
 
For nearly two hours, the gentlemen discussed the contents of Darcy's list and slowly drafted an agreement acceptable to all parties.
 
"Your friend drives a hard bargain, Mr. Bingley," Bascombe muttered, extending his hand.
 
"I am honored to call him friend. He does take prodigious good care of me!" Bingley laughed and shook his new landlord's hand.
 
"There is an assembly this week in town. If you and your party would grace us with your company, I should like to take the opportunity to introduce you to your new neighbors. There are many fine families in the community." Elbowing Darcy and Bingley, he added with a raised brow, "And many young ladies in want of a husband."
 
"Is that not true of every neighborhood?" Darcy replied archly.
 
"Aye, it is. But not in every location are they your very nearest neighbors!" Bascombe laughed crudely. "The Bennets of Longbourn have five daughters, all out at once. Can you imagine five daughters! The poor man must be at his wits end!"
 
"Indeed?" Bingley murmured, uncertain of what else to say.
 
"Now the eldest girl is a sight to behold. I will be certain to give you an introduction. She is widely acknowledged as the most lovely girl in town. It is a sad thing indeed that her dowry does not match her looks."
 
Bennets of Longbourn? The young woman I met in the woods must be one of them. I do not like the way this man is speaking of gently bred young ladies. Darcy scowled.
 
"I… I thank you for your kind offer, sir. We shall look forward to the assembly." Bingley looked nervously at Darcy. I hope I have not overstepped myself. I know how you hate such events.
 
"Thank you, Mr. Bascombe. We very much appreciate your offer to introduce us to the families of Meryton. It is most gracious of you," Darcy nodded somberly. If you will introduce us to the Bennets, the evening may be entirely worthwhile.
 

*Ro 12:13

Ch 28: All thing work together for good

Posted on 2010-12-05

The next day brought a flurry of activity to Longbourn. Kitty and Mary assigned themselves the task of readying Lydia's trunk. Jane and Lizzy attended their mother.
 
"I cannot believe that tomorrow I shall see my dearest Lydia. I have missed her this last month. She has barely written at all. I do hope that she has taken every opportunity to enjoy herself in Brighton." Mrs. Bennet sighed contentedly as she sat on the chaise lounge. "How very thoughtful of your father to arrange for her to come with me to see your Aunt Gardiner."
 
It is so good to see Mama regaining her spirits. But it is remarkable that she has not once mentioned the officers Lydia might have met. "Yes, Mama. We are all glad for her invitation to you both." Jane smiled brilliantly as she laid several garments out on the bed. "Do you wish to bring this dress?"
 
"I think not, dear. It is dreadfully out of fashion now. Just look at those sleeves!"
 
"You should let Kitty do something with it. She is brilliant at restyling dresses," Lizzy chimed in, her arms full of clothes. "Did she show you the sprigged muslin she redid for me?"
 
"She did show me some of her projects a few days ago. Perhaps I will. I fear I am not ready for a trip to the modiste." Mrs. Bennet sighed. "I would so enjoy a new gown though."
 
Lizzy and Jane exchanged concerned glances.
 
"But perhaps in London, it will be different. Your dear aunt has always been so good to me. Her children are such dears, even though they are a bit lively." Mrs. Bennet smiled at her daughters as they sighed and returned to their packing. "The only thing I shall regret in going to London is not being able to properly welcome Netherfield's new tenants."
 
"New tenants?" Lizzy asked innocently. The gentleman I met in the woods; he said his friend was considering leasing Netherfield. He must have decided on it now. I wonder if he will stay on when they take the property. I think I should be glad to see him again.
 
"Oh yes, Lizzy. Hill told me this morning. She heard word that a gentleman had just signed a lease on Netherfield and that his sister would be keeping house for him. He is unmarried, girls!" A familiar note of excitement crept into her still subdued voice. "When your father has visited him, you must take every opportunity…"
 
"I have met her, Mama," Jane softly interrupted. She is nothing like the Miss Carvers were. I have hope that her brother will not be like Mr. Carver. I have no wish to encounter another man of his disposition.
 
"You have?" Lizzy exclaimed, startled. I suppose I have been so busy that I have not been staying up to talk with you as much as normal. Perhaps tonight we need to remedy that situation.
 
"Indeed. The day before yesterday, I was in town. I was on my way out of Mr. Nash's shop, and she was on her way in. Neither of us was minding where we were going and we ran into each other. After I begged her forgiveness for the mishap, we began to speak. Her name is Miss Louisa Bingley. She told me of her brother's intentions and asked me to call upon her at the inn at my earliest convenience. She confided that she has been lonely for company."
 
"Well certainly you must visit her!" Fanny gushed, clapping her hands. "The poor dear must be frightfully lonely at the inn with only her brother for company. As well meaning as he might be, a brother is never as welcome company as a sister or another woman might be."
 
Lizzy stared at her mother a moment. That was most certainly not what I expected you to say! "What sort of young lady did she seem to be?"
 
"She was very well mannered and seemed well informed. She carried several magazines in her hands, so it seems that she reads, though perhaps not with the more refined tastes you have." Jane's eyes twinkled mischievously. "She asked about what shops I recommended, so I think she is trying to find her place as mistress of Netherfield. I think I should like to know her better."
 
"Did she say when they would be taking possession?" Lizzy pressed, carefully folding her mother's gown.
 
"No, she did not have a fixed date, but she did say that she and her brother would attend the assembly this week. Mr. Bascombe has offered to introduce them to the neighborhood there."
 
"What a fine thing that will be. Your father can be introduced to Mr. Bingley there. Your Papa does not like to make those first visits." She paused thoughtfully a moment. "Do not think ill of him for that. He is the best of men."
 
"Oh, of course not!" Lizzy exclaimed. "I would never think ill of him for that! Not everyone can be so easy in company as you are, Mama!" Laying the folded gown down, she rushed to her mother's side and took her hands.
 
"That is my dear girl! And Jane, I know you too well to think you could believe ill of anyone." Mrs. Bennet rose and inspected the folded pile on the bed. "Why do you not go see if Mary and Kitty need anything? I can finish this. You have been so much help to me already. I shall miss you while I am away. My dear girls!" She brushed tears from her eyes as she hugged her eldest daughters. "When Lydia's trunks are packed, why do you not all take a trip into Meryton to call on Miss Bingley. It would be a fine thing for her to find friends in the neighborhood."
 

Several hours later, Mr. Hall, the butler, appeared at the door of Mr. Bennet's study. "Sir, Mr. Pierce and another gentleman have come to call."
 
"Well, Edward," Bennet laughed, "I suppose with the girls in town, it falls to us to be sociable. Show them to the parlor, Hall; we will go there directly."
 
"Very good, sir." Hall bowed and left.
 
The brothers rose and made their way to the parlor, stopping briefly to direct Hill to send tea. As the gentlemen entered the room, their guests rose.
 
"Mr. Pierce…" Bennet began.
 
"I cannot believe my eyes!" How is this possible? Gardiner exclaimed, rushing into the room. "Mr. Bradley! How many years has it been?"
 
"Gardiner? Edward Gardiner?" Bradley exclaimed, taking the man's hands warmly in his own.
"It has been a long time indeed!" So it is as I thought, these Bennets are Miss Maddie's family after all.
 
"Well, Mr. Bennet, I was going to introduce my friend to you, but it seems that is unnecessary," Pierce laughed warmly.
 
"Thomas, this is John Bradley. He is the curate who married Maddie and me all those years ago," Gardiner announced enthusiastically. "Maddie grew up in his parish when she lived in Lambton. You know, she still remembers the stories you used to tell the children of the parish and tells them to our own children."
 
"Indeed! How is Miss Maddie?" Bradley asked, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. "It has been months now since I have had a letter from her."
 
"She is well, though the children have been keeping her busy recently. My sister is going to visit her tomorrow. I am sure she would not mind carrying a letter from you, if you wish."
 
"I would be most happy to carry a letter from one of my sister's favorite correspondents," Fanny's unexpected voice called from the doorway.
 
"Fanny!" Bennet exclaimed, rushing to take her hand. "I am delighted that you feel well enough to join us. Mr. Bradley, allow me to present my wife, Mrs. Bennet." This is entirely unexpected, welcome, but unexpected.
 
Mr. Bradley bowed. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, madam. Although I must say, I feel like I know you already through your sister's letters. She speaks very highly of you and your family."
 
Mrs. Bennet curtsied, blushing. "You are too kind, sir. Would you both be able to join us for dinner tonight? Since I am to leave in the morning, I fear this will be my only chance to offer you our hospitality."
 
Pierce and Bradley exchanged a glance then nodded to each other. "We would be delighted, madam." Pierce smiled broadly. "I should very much like to introduce my friend to your daughters. He has heard so much of them already."
 
A pained look passed over Fanny's face. "Indeed, sir. I am sure they would very much like to meet the curate my sister writes of so often."
 
Pierce studied his hostess carefully. "Your garden at the back of the house seems to be in spectacular bloom right now. Would you be so good as to show me what you have done with your roses? Mine have grown frightfully leggy and are quite unsightly, while yours are the talk of the neighborhood."
 
With a blush, Fanny nodded, "Of course, Mr. Pierce, I would be most happy to show you. It was my mother who taught me to manage roses. I always hoped to have a garden as lovely as hers." She took the curate's arm as he escorted her out of the room.
 
The two brothers watched them leave as Hill delivered the tea. The men sat and allowed the housekeeper to serve them. As she left the room, Bennet requested, "Close the door on your way out, Hill."
 
"Yes, sir."
 
"I suppose that Providence has made quick work of providing your desire, Edward." Bennet laughed, sipping his tea.
 
Bradley lifted a brow with a wry smile as he helped himself to a biscuit.
 
"I was just telling my brother that I wished we had time to write to you for advice in dealing with a rather delicate situation we are facing right now." Gardiner smiled, a little sheepishly.
 
"How very interesting," Bradley laughed softly. "I suppose then, I am compelled to place myself at your service. I dare not allow you to accuse me of interfering with the hand of Providence."
 

Pierce and Mrs. Bennet strolled companionably through the garden. Periodically she would stop and point out some particular rosebush or example of pruning. The tone of her voice made her pleasure clear.
 
"You are indeed a wealth of knowledge, Mrs. Bennet. Your roses do you credit. They are indeed spectacular." Pierce paused to take in the fragrance of a large bloom.
 
"Thank you, sir. You are too kind." Fanny smiled brightly.
 
"I dare say they are rather like your own daughters, who themselves have begun to blossom," he observed softly, watching for her reaction.
 
Fanny looked away, biting her lip. Releasing his arm, she took a step down the path.
 
It is as I feared. "If I may be so bold, Mrs. Bennet," he stepped closer to her, "It seems that perhaps you are still troubled by some untoward remarks that were made about them."
 
Still not looking at him, she struggled to blink back the tears. Her throat tight, she nodded. "It is hard, Mr. Pierce, to hear them spoken of in such a way. I fear that we are all ruined…" She pressed her fist to her mouth, holding back a sob.
 
"My dear Mrs. Bennet, your daughters are by no means ruined. In fact, over the last few weeks, I have heard many singing the praises of the wise and compassionate Bennet ladies. Not Mr. Sterling, of course, mind you. He is still put out at being discovered at his little game of weights and measures…" He was gratified to hear her softly laugh at this. "Mr. Nash, on the other hand, believes them the most charming and insightful young women of his acquaintance. Mrs. Black believes them angels sent from heaven itself. Your Mary has quite the hand for nursing the sick, you know."
 
"Truly?" Fanny turned to him, her eyes wide with surprise.
 
"Truly, Mrs. Bennet. You have nothing to repine in your daughters." He watched as a weight seemed to fall from her shoulders. Taking her arm, they began to walk again.
 
After a short while, she composed herself enough to ask, "Then can you tell me why, sir, if they are indeed such good girls, as I know them to be, would a man like Mr. Carver say such harsh things about them? And why would the Good Lord allow their names to be so abused?"
 
Pierce sighed as he considered her words. He listened to their foot falls crunch on the gravel underfoot several times before he answered. "You ask a difficult question, madam. Why do such unpleasant things happen? I am afraid I do not have the wisdom to give you a satisfying answer. All I can tell is you what I know to be true."
 
"And what is that, Mr. Pierce?" She stopped walking and turned to look at him.
 
"The Good Book tells us that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.* It does not say that all things are good, but that they work together for good." He paused, looking skyward for a moment. "You have five lovely daughters, Mrs. Bennet. Yet, for each of them to be brought into the world, you had to endure great travail, did you not?" She nodded. "During that time of travail, no doubt, it did not seem a good thing, but it was that very suffering that gave you your daughters. So I think it is with many things. They are difficult in the moment, and we do not understand why we are being asked to endure the hardship, but somehow they are necessary to bring about some greater good in our lives. Or so I must believe."
 
Fanny pressed her lips together hard, considering his answer. "I think, then, it is what I must believe as well." She took his arm once again and they continued their walk.

After Lydia's trunk was packed, the sisters headed into Meryton to fulfill their mother's desire that Miss Bingley not spend yet another afternoon alone. Jane led them up the steps to the inn and they entered the building a little timidly. They were relieved as a smile bloomed on Jane's face.
 
"There she is," she whispered to Lizzy as a blonde young woman in the parlor looked up at them. Immediately the young woman rose from her seat and approached them. "Miss Bingley." Jane curtsied.
 
"Miss Bennet." Louisa smiled brilliantly.
 
Mama was correct; she seems so relieved to have someone call on her. "I have brought my sisters with me." Jane looked back at them. "This is Elizabeth, Mary and Catherine…"
 
"Kitty if you please, Miss Bingley," she quickly interjected with a quick curtsey.
 
"Certainly, Miss Kitty," Louisa curtsied. "Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. Will you not come and join me in the parlor? The innkeeper will be bringing tea soon."
 
"Thank you very much. We would be glad to join you." Jane followed Miss Bingley back to the comfortable parlor.
 
As the girls seated themselves, the innkeeper arrived with the tea service. Miss Bingley assumed her role as hostess and began pouring tea for them all. Soon they were all sipping their tea and enjoying warm companionship and conversation.
 
"So what more can you tell me of life in Meryton?" Louisa asked. "I shall be making my home here until my bethrothed, Mr. Hurst, returns from his business on the continent."
 
"How long do you think that will be, Miss Bingley?" Mary asked, quietly setting her teacup down, compassion in her eyes.
 
"I do not honestly know. In my last letter from him, he regretted to tell me that things were taking longer than he feared. It might be as much as a year before he can return to me." Louisa sighed bravely.
 
"I am so sorry to hear it, Miss Bingley," Kitty quickly offered, "It must be difficult to be away from him for so long. What is his business, if you do not mind me asking?"
 
Louisa looked uncomfortable. "He has inherited his father's estate…"
 
"Oh Miss Bingley, I meant nothing untoward by my question. Please do not be offended!" Kitty stammered. "Our Uncle Gardiner in London is in trade, and I just wondered if Mr. Hurst's business might be similar."
 
"I am sorry, Miss Kitty." Louisa blushed slightly. "I am afraid that my sister's dislike of Mr. Hurst's connections in trade have caused me to be a bit over sensitive to that question. I am sorry if I have offended."
 
"It is forgotten," Jane insisted.
 
"You have a sister?" Lizzy quickly asked, happy to change the subject.
 
"Yes, she is staying at my brother's house in London. I am afraid that managing a country estate holds little appeal for her." Miss Bingley sipped her tea. "So what are the assemblies like in Meryton? Having never been to one, I am quite intrigued to know what I should expect."
 
"They are ever so much fun!" Kitty gushed.
 
"Well, that is a relief to hear!" Bingley's warm voice called from the doorway.
 
"Charles!" Louisa rose and hurried to her brother's side. "Ladies, please, allow me to present my brother, Mr. Charles Bingley, and his friend, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy." Darcy stepped to Bingley's side.
 
The Bennet sisters rose and curtsied as Louisa introduced them, "These are the Miss Bennets of Longbourn--Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Elizabeth, Miss Mary and Miss Kitty Bennet."
 
The men bowed. "I am so pleased you came to call on my sister. I have hoped she would feel welcome here." Charles followed Louisa into the parlor and took a seat beside his sister.
 
Darcy followed, taking the lone remaining chair, next to Elizabeth. Louisa poured tea for the men, and soon the conversation resumed with Kitty and Mary animatedly describing the last assembly to a rapt audience. Darcy stirred uneasily, glancing at Lizzy. I truly should say something to her.
 
"So, what did you think of my father's raspberries, sir?" Lizzy asked softly, not looking at him, instead keeping her eyes on her sisters. Her mischievous smile was clear though.
 
"Whatever do you accuse me of, Miss Elizabeth?" he softly replied, glancing at her briefly.
 
"I think you know very well of what I speak, Mr. Darcy. The last time I saw you, there were spots of berry juice on your fingers and on your chin. I fear you are a most ineffective thief." She raised a teasing brow in his direction.
 
"I suppose I shall have to practice more then. Pray tell, does your father have another garden I might sample from? Preferably one not so far from the main road." I sound like Bingley! What has come over me? Even here she is easy to talk with.
 
"I think not, Mr. Darcy. He prefers to keep them well hidden from the likes of gentlemen such as yourself."
 
Darcy struggled to stifle his laughter. They shared a companionable silence for a few moments, listening to Bingley regale her sisters with an amusing tale. "It seems my friend has chosen to take Netherfield, so he and his sister will soon be your neighbors."
 
"I look forward to that gladly, sir. Miss Bingley is a charming young lady. I would love to know her better. It is always a good thing to welcome new people to the neighborhood." Lizzy glanced back to their hostess, a little relieved to see that she and her brother were still engaged with Lizzy's sisters. "And you, sir, will you stay on with him, or return to your own estate now that his business has been completed?"
 
Darcy studied her for a moment before answering. "I believe I will stay on for a few weeks at least." I believe she is smiling more brightly! Is it possible that this pleases her?
 
"I am glad of that, Mr. Darcy. It would be a shame for you to leave Meryton before you have had a chance to get to know it. It is a far cry from the diversions of London, but perhaps that is exactly why we have many who come to visit here."
 
An awkward silence ensued as Darcy was uncertain how to answer her. Finally he asked, "We have met with Mr. Bascombe regarding the lease on Netherfield. I prefer to know who I do business with. What sort of man do you find Mr. Bascombe to be? What is his reputation in the community?"
 
Lizzy's face became pensive. "That is a difficult question to answer. What has your experience with him told you?" I do not wish to speak ill of him to a man I hardly know. I do not wish to be branded a gossip.
 
Darcy nodded at the shrewdness of her question. "I have seen the condition of the house at Netherfield, and it is clearly in need of repairs. This would suggest to me that either he does not keep up with his property, or that he is short of the capital needed to make the repairs." Lizzy silently nodded, encouraging him to continue. "We have toured several of the tenant farms and cottages, even though they are not included in the leased property. The condition of those buildings, and the outbuildings around the house, suggest to me a man who is little interested in the details of management, nor in the lives of his tenants." I should not say more, lest she feels I am being critical of a man who has been here much longer than I have.
 
"My sisters and I have visited with several of his cottagers recently, and I believe it would be safe to say that they would not disagree with your assessments of their landlord." Lizzy glanced up and met his eyes for a moment, hoping not to find disapproval.
 
She has the most extraordinary eyes! "I see, Miss Bennet, thank you. I know better how to proceed now. Do you often visit the tenants at Netherfield?"
 
"Only when there is great need. Usually Lady Lucas assists Netherfield's tenants, since there are none attached to Lucas Lodge. She takes great pleasure in making herself useful to her neighbors. I am sure you will meet Sir William and Lady Lucas at the assembly. They are nearly always in attendance. You are going, are you not?" She caught her lower lip between her teeth hopefully.
 
"Indeed I am, Miss Bennet. Indeed I am."
 

That evening, after dinner, Bingley and Darcy sat in companionable silence, catching up with their correspondence. Bingley wrote detailed missives to his London housekeeper and his sister, giving directions on what to send to Netherfield.
 
Darcy leafed through the packet of letters he received that afternoon. They can wait until tomorrow. I have had enough of business for one day. He smoothed a sheet of paper and trimmed his pen. What will he think of me? I am not an impulsive man. I have never written such a thing! Laughing at himself, he pressed his pen to paper to write perhaps the shortest letter he had ever written.
 

Richard,
Come quickly. She has three sisters.
FD

Ro 8:28

Three days later, on the morning of the assembly, a gentleman on horseback rode into Meryton. He went directly to the inn and inquired after Mr. Darcy. Moments later, the gentleman himself appeared.
 
"Richard!" he exclaimed, reaching to take his cousin's hand. "I did not expect you quite so soon!"
 
"With the message you just sent, you could hardly expect me to dally about," Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed, clapping Darcy's shoulder. Indeed, it sounded as though something quite unprecedented had seized you!
 
After giving instructions for his room, the two men excused themselves to the parlor. They seated themselves comfortably by the fireplace.
 
"Have you just left our sisters?" Darcy asked.
 
"Indeed I have. They and Miss Lackley have kept my mother quite occupied! Though Mother might say otherwise, she has been delighted with a house full of young ladies to guide into society!" Richard leaned back in his chair and laughed thoughtfully. "It was right to send Georgiana to my mother. She has blossomed under a woman's hand. And sending her friend with her was quite the right choice as well. Though she does not come out and say it, both she and my sister have found it encouraging to see that they are not the only ones plagued by the trials of becoming a woman of society."
 
Darcy sighed, shoulders sagging.
 
"You are not still flagellating yourself over what happened, are you?" Richard crossed his arms with a stern expression. "For heaven's sake, man, let it go! Your sister is well, and that scoundrel is somewhere in the middle of the ocean, if he has not already succumbed to the scourges of naval life. Her reputation is safe. Why must you still brood?" I know very well the answer, for you are just like your father. I hope you do not succumb to his weaknesses though.
 
Darcy scowled. "How can you ask such a question? I should have protected her. I should have taught her better…"
 
"No more of this, no more! Truly I have heard enough. If you wish to continue dwelling on your inadequacies, and the sad fact you are human, you may do so, but without my company. It is fortunate that you were first-born. You would never have survived the life of an officer."
 
Darcy blushed, chastened by the reminder of his cousin's very different lifestyle and of Bradley's similar admonition. "Very well, I can hardly argue with you. So, are you finally retired from the military, or am I still addressing one of His Majesty's finest?"
 
"The last of the formalities was finished just the day before I received your letter. My life is my own once more. I must admit, I fear the challenges of accustoming myself to civilian life. The thought of a sedentary existence…"
 
Darcy snorted. "Enjoy a few sedentary months, Richard! When you purchase your estate, you will wish for idleness again!"
 
"I suppose you have a point there. It is easy to forget the frenzy of planting and harvesting."
 
"It is not just spring and fall. Winter must be spent planning for spring and summer for fall…"
 
"Enough! I understand your point." Richard laughed. "So can I count on your assistance in finding a proper estate for the second son of an earl?"
 
"When I am done here, you may count on it. Although it seems I am making a habit of this service." He crossed his right ankle onto his other knee. "Bingley has had me all but crawling through the attics of Netherfield!"
 
"Oh that is rich! I can see you covered in dust and cobwebs, the proper master of Pemberley with cobwebs on his lapel!" Richard slapped his knee, laughing.

Rolling his eyes, Darcy sighed. Even the army has not tainted your sense of humor, cousin. I am glad for that, and for your new civilian life.
 
Leaning forward on his knees, Richard became more serious. "So tell me, how did you meet this rare paragon of feminine virtue you wrote me of? I am all ears."
 
Darcy blushed as he recounted his tale of losing himself in Longbourn's woods.
 
Richard roared with laughter. "You, lost in the woods? Chasing raspberries? Has running Pemberley become too much for you? Perhaps I should reconsider my future life as a gentleman!" The sour glare that his cousin shot him only made him laugh harder. "Surely you have met her since under more civilized conditions?"
 
"I have. She and her sisters have twice called upon Miss Bingley at the inn. They are anxious to make her feel welcome in Meryton."
 
"Let me guess, you, and probably Bingley as well, just happened to be about when the young ladies came to call?"
 
"It was unplanned, but I have no wish to deny a welcome occurrence," Darcy smiled a little smugly.
 
"You say there are four sisters…"
 
"I have been told that there are actually five, but the youngest is with her mother in London."
 
"Well, I have no need for a silly young wife, so it is well enough that she is absent. Clearly you have selected a sister for yourself. Have you chosen one for me as well?" Richard grinned rakishly.
 
"Richard!" he rebuked sharply. I will not have him speak so! The implications he draws are too much! "We are speaking of gently bred ladies, not common…"
 
"Relax, cousin! Surely you know I jest. It is so unlike you to be moved by any woman that I find it difficult to know how to respond." I want to know more of someone who could raise such a reaction in you and if she has sisters all the better. It is time I settle down, or so Mother is fond of telling me.
 
Some of Darcy's tension left. "You are correct." He laughed with a wry smile. "I do find that I am behaving quite out of character. Perhaps being around Bingley has begun to affect me."
 
"If it is, you need to find him an estate near to Pemberley! You would do well to continue this reformation."
 
Darcy rolled his eyes and grumbled.
 
"I am waiting. Tell me of these women we are to marry--has Bingley made his choice among then? He is a good sort of fellow. I could accept him as a brother easily enough. What are we to do with the one remaining? Have any of them designs to be a maiden aunt to tend our children?"
 
"That is enough!" Darcy growled. Angry, he rose and stalked out of the parlor, leaving a stunned Fitzwilliam behind.
 
What has come over Darcy. I have never seen him so easily angry. This is no fleeting infatuation. I do wish his vicar were here to see to him lest he make a rash decision.When he is like this it seems only Bradley can speak sense to him.
 
Not long afterwards, Darcy was on his horse riding rather aimlessly down the road toward Pierce's cottage. I cannot believe his disregard for all propriety! If anyone heard him speaking so, what would they think? I will not have him be the source of any untoward gossip concerning the Bennet sisters. That would be unconscionable. In the distance, he saw two young women walking down the road. Moments later he recognized Jane and Lizzy. Smiling at his good fortune, he slowed his horse, eventually coming to a stop beside them. "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth." He dismounted and bowed.
 
"Good day, Mr. Darcy," they replied together and curtsied.
 
"Are you on your way to Mr. Pierce's cottage, or are you seeking more raspberries, sir?" Lizzy teased gently, garnering a puzzled stare from her sister.
 
"Neither, madam." He smiled graciously. "My horse and I have grown restless with too much time at the inn. Neither of us is accustomed to such a sedentary life." As if realizing he was being discussed, the horse nudged his rider's shoulder. Darcy patted him affectionately.
 
"It would seem that he agrees with you, sir." Lizzy laughed fondly. "May I?" She gestured toward the animal.
 
"Of course." With Darcy holding the horse's halter, she stoked the creature's soft nose. "Do you ride, Miss Elizabeth?"
 
"A very little, and certainly not so fine an animal as this," Elizabeth replied, enchanted by the horse's response to her. "He seems quite a delightful creature."
 
"Usually he is quite high spirited." Darcy reached up to stroke the horse's cheek. "I am sure he is gentled by the presence of…" his remark was cut off by the sound of rapidly approaching hoof beats. Craning his neck, he saw Colonel Fitzwilliam on his bay stallion trotting toward them. Moments later, the horse pulled up to a stop beside Darcy.
 
"Darcy!" he exclaimed, jumping out of his saddle.
 
Darcy sighed stoically. Immediately Lizzy noticed the change in him. I wonder what is going on?
 
"Ladies, may I present my cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. This is Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longborn." The girls curtsied.
 
"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," Jane replied softly, her eyes locked on the Colonel's. He is not a handsome man, but his eyes are quite striking.
 
"The pleasure is all mine, madam," he replied, embarrassed as he realized he was staring.
 
"My cousin has just come from London," Darcy offered, unsure of what to say.
 
"Indeed, I had heard that there is an assembly tonight." Richard smiled broadly.
 
"You heard correctly, sir," Lizzy answered, her eyes still on Darcy.
 
"Do you plan to attend, sir?" Jane asked, a blush rising in her cheeks.
 
"I do believe I will, if you and your fair sister will be there." He winked at his cousin. Darcy shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
 
"All my sisters and my father shall be there tonight," Lizzy answered with a stern look.
 
"I do hope we shall be introduced to him," Richard answered smoothly.
 
"So are you and your horse restless like your cousin, or have you a destination in mind?" Lizzy asked with a quick glance toward Darcy.
 
Richard chortled merrily. Darcy cut in, "We are going to pay a visit to our friend, Mr. Bradley. He visits with your curate who lives this way."
 
So Bradley is here after all! How providential for us all.
 
"How singular. We are on our way to see Mr. Pierce ourselves." Jane smiled. "Our mother prepared a basket for him before she left for London. We are taking it to him."
 
"Perhaps we might walk together then?" Richard suggested, reaching to take the basket from Jane's arms. I wonder if these are the girls Darcy wrote of. The look he is giving Miss Elizabeth would certain suggest that.
 
"Thank you, sir," Jane glanced at Lizzy, who nodded.
 
Jane walked slightly ahead with Richard, while Lizzy hung back a few steps to walk with Darcy. For several minutes, they were silent, listening to Jane and Richard's lively conversation. Lizzy noticed Darcy's discomfort. "I have met your friend Mr. Bradley. He had dinner with us just a few nights ago."
 
"Really?" Darcy looked surprised. "So, what is your impression of him?" He held his breath, awaiting her answer.
 
"To be honest, sir, I did not like him very well at all." Lizzy noticed the immediate tension that filled her companion. Oh dear, I have upset him. How often has Mama warned me to be careful with my teasing? He feels very strongly about Mr. Bradley, this is not a playful subject at all.
 
"Why might that be?" Darcy asked coldly, gritting his teeth.
 
"Because I fear he intends to take our Mr. Pierce away from us." She laughed softly, trying to catch his eyes.
 
Darcy sighed with audible relief. "Why have you come to that conclusion, Miss Bennet?"
 
"The signs are very clear, sir. He is a peculiar man in his devotion to his parish. I have met few clergymen who are so caring of their flock. He has no son to carry on his work. He is approaching an age where most men are looking to their sons to take on some of their responsibilities. It seems quite apparent that he is here looking for his heir. Mr. Pierce is a man cut from the same cloth."
 
"You presume a great deal from a man you have only just met." Darcy glanced back as his horse nudged his shoulder again.
 
"Perhaps, sir, if I had only just met him. But it seems that your Mr. Bradley has had a long standing relationship with my family." Lizzy smiled enigmatically.
 
"Indeed?" He has never mentioned the Bennet family to me. Surely she must be mistaken.
 
"My aunt grew up in Lambton, in Mr. Bradley's parish." Lizzy's eyes twinkled, enjoying Darcy's bewilderment. "She and my uncle were married by Mr. Bradley."
 
"How very surprising!" Darcy could not think of what else to say.
 
"For years my aunt has written me letters filled with stories and wise advice that originated from the curate who taught her as a girl. Having him in our home for dinner was like seeing an old friend. Though I have never met him, I felt I knew him well." Glancing up at Darcy, she was taken aback by the sudden warmth in his eyes.
 
"So then, what did you really think of him?" he asked again, a smile brightening his face.
 
Lizzy paused thoughtfully.This is important to him. He deserves more than a flippant answer. "I found him to be just as my aunt described. I liked him very well indeed, and feel sorry that his parish is so far away. He is the man I believe that Mr. Pierce will become in time." Looking up at him, she was rewarded with his smile.
 
They walked on in companionable silence, soon arriving at Mr. Pierce's cottage.
 

"You are the vicar for Mr. Darcy? Of Permberley?" Mr. Collins exclaimed over his tea.
 
Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
 
"I am indeed, sir." Mr. Bradley nodded, helping himself to the sandwiches that Mr. Pierce's housekeeper had just provided. "I have been in the service of that parish for many years."
 
"You must, of course, know of the great Lady Catherine de Bourgh, who in her beneficence has recently bestowed upon me the valuable living at Hunsford," Collins gushed.
 
"Yes, I have met the lady," Bradley conceded, swallowing hard as the breeze blew through the open window, wafting Collins' scent his way.
 
"Is not her wisdom, her condescension in recognizing those below her…"
 
"Those below her, sir?" Mr. Pierce said sharply. "Those below her? Do not tell me that you continue to propagate such nonsense…"
 
Bradley's eyes flashed to the curate as he struggled to suppress a smile.
 
"Nonsense! How dare you, sir! Surely you have not studied…" Collins sputtered angrily, juggling his tea cup as he tried to put it down.
 
"What are you insinuating, sir? That I have not studied the Holy Scriptures? Well I assure you I have, and have found sufficient justification to refute this idea of anyone being below any other person…" Pierce countered sharply with a conspiratorial wink at Bradley.
 
"Such ideas are tantamount to…"
 
"God is no respecter of persons, Mr. Collins!" Pierce snapped, his face turning red.
 
"It must be because you have no wise patron to guide you…" Collins turned to Bennet and Gardiner, silently seeking their support.
 
Disguising their mirth, the two brothers simply shrugged. At that moment, the housekeeper hesitantly peeked in. "Mr. Pierce, sir?"
 
"Yes, Mrs. Potts," Pierce replied as all eyes turned on the elderly woman.
 
"The Miss Bennets have come to call on you. There are also two gentlemen at the door. They say they have come to call on Mr. Bradley, sir."
 
Pierce glanced back at Bennet. He nodded. "Show them all in." As the housekeeper disappeared, he rose to greet his guests. Moments later, she ushered in the newcomers. "Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth." He bowed.
 
Suddenly Bradley was on his feet, "Ladies." He bowed. "Mr. Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, I did not expect to see you! Allow me to introduce you to everyone." Smiling broadly, the vicar turned to the rest of the party. "May I introduce my patron, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, and his cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam…"
 
"Retired now," Richard added as he bowed to the party.
 
"This is Mr. Thomas Bennet of Longbourn, Mr. Edward Gardiner, his brother and his cousin…"
 
"Mr. Darcy! Colonel Fitzwilliam!" Collins cut in, rushing forward to greet the gentlemen. Both men took a step back. "It is so good to see you again, good sirs. I am pleased to assure you of your aunt's and cousin's continued good health and prosperity."
 
Surprised, Pierce glanced at Bennet, who simply shrugged.
 
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sirs," Darcy bowed toward Mr. Bennet. Seeing the man's confusion, he added, "Mr. Collins is my aunt's vicar…"
 
"You are graced with the presence of the nephews of the great Lady Catherine," Collins announced bowing grandly.
 
Richard and Darcy looked decidedly uncomfortable. Turning aside, Bennet rolled his eyes and frowned. Rushing to smooth the ruffled feelings, Mr. Bradley interrupted, "Gentlemen, these are Mr. Bennet's eldest daughters, Miss Jane and Miss Elizabeth, although it seems that you have already met." His eyes asked Darcy a clear question.
 
"They have come to call on Miss Bingley in town several times. She took it upon herself to introduce Mr. Bingley and myself during one of their visits. We met by happenstance along the road today to call upon you," Darcy carefully explained.
 
"Please, sit down. We were just having tea," Pierce offered.
 
Richard handed Jane her basket. "Mr. Pierce, my mother packed this for you before she left." She handed over the parcel. Turning to her father, she explained, "Hill told us that she forgot to give it to you before you left for your visit today. She was quite distraught that Mr. Pierce would believe Mama had forgotten and hoped that we might deliver it instead."
 
Bennet smiled gently at his girls. You make me so proud. I wish this toad was not here to see it.
 
"My dear cousins are all that is kind and thoughtful, are they not?" Collins smiled, allowing his eyes to linger on the sisters. His expression left the ladies decidedly uncomfortable.
 
Darcy restrained the urge to glare. Bennet and Gardiner felt no such restraint.
 
"Mrs. Bennet is a gentle and generous woman indeed," Pierce countered.
 
"So what business brings you to Meryton, Mr. Darcy?" Gardiner quickly asked. It would not do to have my brother throttle his cousin in front of the girls, though I would gladly help him do it.
 
"My friend, Bingley has decided to lease Netherfield. He asked me to help him in the process," Darcy replied curtly, accepting the tea from Pierce, but continuing to frown at Collins.
 
"And you, Colonel?" Gardiner watched Darcy. You seem quite disconcerted with Mr. Collins. Do you know something more of him that we, too, should understand?
 
"Now that I have retired, I am also in the market for an estate, and I came to glean from my cousin's wisdom," Richard replied smoothly.
 
The conversation continued for a quarter of an hour, at which time Darcy and Richard began to excuse themselves. Glancing at each other, Jane and Lizzy did the same. Shortly thereafter, all four were standing outside Mr. Pierce's cottage, surrounded by rose bushes. An awkward quiet grew.
 
"Have you another destination in mind, Mr. Darcy?" Lizzy finally asked, desperate to break the silence as she gulped in the fresh air.
 
"I believe that we shall go to Netherfield and survey the property. My cousin has not yet seen it," Darcy replied, noting and sharing her appreciation of the rose scented breeze. "And you?"
 
"We are going to call upon Mrs. Downs to ask after her children," Jane replied, her eyes on the Colonel.
 
"Might we have the good fortune of sharing the road with you for a little while yet?" Richard asked hopefully. "I do not know the directions…"
 
"Yes," Jane quickly responded, "they are both this way." In silent accord, they broke into couples once again, Jane and Fitzwilliam leading the way.
 
"So Mr. Collins is your cousin?" Darcy asked carefully.
 
Lizzy blushed, "Actually, a distant one, but yes, I am afraid so, sir." She looked down at her feet uncomfortably.
 
"Lady Catherine is my aunt," he offered cautiously, a sheepish look in his eyes.
 
Lizzy laughed, nodding. I am glad he does not hold Mr. Collins against me!
 
Suddenly Darcy looked uneasy once more. He glanced anxiously at Lizzy until his horse nudged him. He reached back to pet the bold animal.
 
"It seems he is urging you to speak, sir," she teased, a familiar twinkle in her eye.
 
"I suppose he is." He smiled. "You have said you will be at the assembly. Now that we have been properly introduced, I was wondering if I might be so bold as to ask you for the first set tonight." I cannot believe I just did that! Bradley will laugh. I dare not tell Bingley, lest he never let me hear the end of it!
 
"I am afraid I have already had to promise the first set to my cousin." The look of misery on her face disturbed him. "He came to stay with us two days ago, and when he learned that were attending the assembly, asked us all to dance with him. My eldest sister was away from home at that moment, so he requested the first set from me." Please do not think I am making this up to avoid you! I hate disguise such as that.
 
"Then any other set will have to do, one of your choosing?" His eyes glittered with hope.
 
"I would be most pleased, Mr. Darcy."
 
Too quickly, Lizzy and Jane turned off the main road toward Mrs. Down's cottage while the men continued on to Netherfield. Returning to horseback, they rode in silence for several minutes before Richard finally spoke. "Darcy, that was them, was it not?"
 
Not looking at his cousin, Darcy nodded, "Yes."
 
"Miss Elizabeth, she is the one you wrote to me about?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Darcy, I am sorry, I was wrong to tease you the way I did at the inn. They are indeed rare ladies. I should very much like to know Miss Bennet more. I have asked her to dance tonight."
 
"I accept your apology, Richard. But please, be circumspect in how you speak. This is a small town, and idle words spread like fire. Ladies' reputations are fragile, and I will not have a foolish jest damage them," Darcy warned severely.
 
"I should have known better. I should have realized a woman who would garner your attention would be worthy of respect. It was wrong of me, and I shall not make that mistake again. Her sister is an angel, and I would do nothing to harm her." Richard pulled his horse to a stop and met Darcy's eye.
 
"See that you do that. Apparently they are old acquaintances of Mr. Bradley, and it seems under his protection…"
 
"I will not chance your vicar's wrath!" Richard laughed and urged his horse on.
 

*Pv 10:19
 

Ch 30: A cheerful heart is good medicine*

Posted on 2010-12-12

Lizzy sat before her dressing table, watching in the mirror as Mattie put the finishing touches on her hair.
 
"It looks lovely, Miss." Mattie smiled at her mistress' reflection. "Will there be anything else?"
 
"No, you have done a lovely job. Go see to Mary and Kitty. If there is anything else, Jane and I will assist each other."
 
Mattie curtsied and left. Lizzy turned to her elder sister. "Jane, you are truly a vision tonight. Kitty has done wonders with your gown, but the smile you wear--you are truly radiant!" Rising, she went to stand behind her sister. "Shall I guess who it is for?"
 
Jane blushed, but could not suppress her smile. "Am I being too forward? He was such a gentleman! I know he is not handsome, but his conversation and manners were all that Mr. Carver's were not."
 
"A smile such as yours is never too forward, Jane. You are all that is proper and ladylike, have no fear. Your colonel will find you an angel," Lizzy teased, straightening a bow on her sister's dress.
 
"Do not say such things, Lizzy! Not where anyone can hear, please! He is not my colonel…"
 
"But you would like him to be!" Lizzy giggled, dancing away.
 
"Only so much as you would like a certain gentleman to be yours…" Jane countered with a knowing smile.
 
"Jane!" It was Lizzy's turn to blush.
 
Hill appeared in the doorway, "The carriage has arrived. Your father asks that you come now."
 
"Coming!" Jane called, taking Lizzy's hand. She whispered in her sister's ear, "You can rejoice that your dances with Mr. Collins will be over with early so that you can look forward to dancing with Mr. Darcy. I fear the colonel will have his dances first then I will have to endure our cousin."
 
Lizzy stared at her sister. "Jane! I have never heard you speak of someone so." They giggled as they made their way downstairs. "But you were indeed fortunate to have been out of the house when he began soliciting us for dances at the assembly. I hardly know what to make of it. Papa did not seem at all pleased by it."
 

The Bennet sisters followed their father and cousin into the Meryton assembly rooms. Already the room was filled with people and the musicians were tuning up. Sir William, the evening's master of ceremonies, greeted them as they entered.
 
"Good evening, Mr. Bennet. It is a rare privilege to have you join us tonight!" Sir William gushed. "Mr. Gardiner, it is good to have you with us as well."
 
"Thank you, sir," Gardiner replied, glancing about the room.
 
"Sir William, this is my cousin, Mr. Collins," Bennet gestured at the vicar who bowed graciously. We should not have come. He has already asked each of the girls to dance tonight. I do not want him any nearer my daughters than he already is. At least Gardiner is here to help me watch.
 
"Indeed, indeed, it is good to have you, sir." Turning to the girls, he continued, "Miss Bennet, would you take a number please so that each of our fair ladies will have an equal chance at leading a set tonight." He offered numbered paper slips to each of the sisters before they even removed their light wraps.
 
Turning to Jane, Lizzy whispered, "He is even more enthusiastic than usual tonight!"
 
"I suppose the number of visitors tonight has him anxious to see that all are partnered for the dances," Jane replied graciously, her eyes searching the room for her promised partner. She and her sisters walked away from the doorway to join Charlotte and Maria at the far side of the room. Several minutes later, they watched Mr. Bascombe lead the Bingleys, Darcy, and Fitzwilliam into the hall.
 
Gardiner elbowed his brother. "There is a gentleman who looks as ill-at-ease as you do!"
 
Bennet harrumphed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I cannot see how this is a profitable way to spend an evening. How is this preferable to a quiet evening spent in the company of one's own family and friends? The lace and feathers and perfume alone are enough to make a man's head spin!" He glared disdainfully toward the dance floor. "I cannot bear all the talk of lace."
 
With a gentle hand on his brother's arm, Gardiner whispered, "I wish Fanny was able to be here for you, Thomas. I know how uncomfortable you find such gatherings."
 
"To be forced to endure such drivel and frivolity!" Bennet muttered, "Too much noise and too many people talking at once for there to be any meaningful conversation. How does one know what to say in such a place?" I cannot help but resent such a gathering that makes me feel so awkward and unwelcome.
 
"It will all be well, Thomas. Do not be uneasy. We are here to watch the girls, not to make merry ourselves. Besides, we are old men. No one expects anything of us. Relax."
 
Sighing, Bennet grunted his assent.
 

"Miss Bingley," Bascombe bowed, "may I have the pleasure of the second set? I thought perhaps it best to take time during the first to make introductions for you and your party."
 
Louisa glanced at her brother. Bingley replied, "Yes, yes, perhaps that is best. I had thought to first dance with my sister, but since we know so few here, introductions should come first."
 
Darcy said nothing, a familiar glower on his face. If I do not see Miss Elizabeth, I shall certainly leave this place. Already there is too much noise and too many people. I do not know that I can do this, even for the sake of seeing… there she is! How lovely she looks this evening.
 
"I see her!" Fitzwilliam exclaimed in his ear. "You see, in the blue gown. It is the color of her eyes!"
 
"Yes, I see. Do not stare, Richard!" Darcy's glare grew deeper as he watched Collins approach Lizzy.
 
Bascombe made his way into the assembly rooms, his party following. He paused several times to introduce his guests to various Meryton residents. Finally Richard lost his patience.
 
"I thank you for the introductions, sir. But with all due respect, I have asked a young lady for the first set, and I must go to her and claim my dance." With a bow, the colonel strode purposefully toward Jane, who by this time was only separated from him by a refreshment table.
 
"So he has made the acquaintance of the Bennets already, has he? Your cousin does not delay his conquests, eh?" Bascombe sniffed disdainfully. "Without a reasonable dowry, they have little enough to offer. Though, I grant you, the eldest is a lovely girl. Her company is certainly pleasant for a half hour. The next one, Miss Elizabeth, standing beside her, is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who have so little to recommend them. I would strongly recommend that you do the same, Darcy. You would not want…"
 
Darcy's heart stopped when he saw Elizabeth turn to look at him. Her eyes made it clear that she had heard every one of Bascombe's uncharitable words. A blush rose to her cheeks. Alarmed, Darcy shook his head, trying to absolve himself of complicity with Bascombe's slight. However, Sir William called out Lizzy's number, and he watched in agony as Collins took her arm and led her to the top of the set.
 
Turning back to Bascombe, Darcy glared, "I hardly think that is a proper way to speak of a gentlewoman in so public a place."
 
The portly landowner did a double take. "Well, I never…"
 
Unwilling to continue in his current company, Darcy bowed and excused himself. He forced himself through the milling crowd until he found Bradley and Pierce speaking with Bennet and Gardiner. He immediately made his way in their direction.
 
On the dance floor, Lizzy's mortification was only beginning. Noticing her blush, Collins stepped in close to whisper, "Your modesty becomes you, my dear cousin. Lady Catherine speaks of modesty as the highest virtue any woman can attain."
 
"I… I… thank you, Mr. Collins. Now, the music is beginning. Watch your step. No, start with the right, sir!" she stammered, nearly missing the first steps of the dance herself. Her color deepened with her near misdirection and the sense that the entire room was looking at her. Come to your senses, Lizzy! Just complete this dance and you can leave the floor to gather your wits! "Ouch! Do watch your step, Mr. Collins!" she exclaimed painfully.
 
"Oh, my dear cousin, I am dreadfully sorry!" he muttered, trying to bow midstep.
 
"Mind the dance!" the woman beside him hissed as Collins collided with her.
 
Lizzy was greatly relieved when the next movement in the music allowed her to dance a few steps with Fitzwilliam.
 
"Your cousin does not seem to be an accomplished dancer," Richard commented archly.
 
"I am afraid he is not, sir," she demurely agreed, wincing as she heard her sister yelp in pain.
 
"We would all be better off if he would simply fall and break his ankle!"
 
"Do not say such a thing!" Lizzy gasped in horror.
 
"Forgive me. It was not a gentlemanly thing to say," Richard quickly apologized.
 
"No, you must understand, he is staying with us, so if he were to break his ankle, we would have to tend to him…" Lizzy's eyes twinkled merrily as she watched a smile break out over her partner's face.
 
"Say no more, Miss Elizabeth. I fully understand."
 
Her reprieve did not last long enough, and soon she was having her toes once again abused by her ungainly cousin. She was relieved when the musicians brought the song to a close and she could bow to her partner and leave him behind.
 
Unfortunately, Collins immediately rushed to her side, standing far too close for her comfort. "My dear, dear Miss Elizabeth," he gushed, bowing deeply. "Do allow me to apologize for my clumsiness. Studying for my ordination, I have had little time these last few years to engage in the luxury of a dance."
 
Lizzy edged away from him. Can he not keep his distance? Why does he seem to get closer and closer? "It is quite all right, sir. There is no harm done…"
 
"Then may I make it up to you during the next set?"
 
Stepping back again, she replied, "I am afraid I must decline. My father made it clear, did he not, that you were to have no more than a single dance with each of us? Did not Mr. Pierce and Mr. Bradley emphasize that a clergyman in your position should not risk appearing…"
 
"Yes, you are quite right. In my haste to make amends I had forgotten," Collins smiled ingratiatingly. But they shall not dissuade me. I will have what I came for.
 
"I am afraid I will not dance the next set at all, sir. I need a bit of a rest. My feet…"
 
"That is quite my fault, I am afraid to say. Let me keep you company so that you will not suffer isolation while you are unable to dance." Collins offered her his arm, but she ignored it.
 
"There is no need," she protested, taking several steps in the direction of her father and uncle.
 
"It is my pleasure." He followed her as she continued to edge closer and closer to Bennet and Gardiner. She finally stopped within earshot of the men, breathing a sigh of relief. I do not know what makes me so uncomfortable around him. Although he is a clergyman, there is something about him that I do not trust. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed that Darcy, Bradley, and Pierce were also there watching her and Collins. Suddenly she felt much more at ease.
 
"…what do you know of that, Miss Elizabeth?" Collins looked at her expectantly.
 
Doing a double take, she shook her head and looked at him. "I am sorry, Mr. Collins. I am afraid in all the noise, I did not hear your question."
 
"I am relieved to hear that it was the noise that kept you from attending me. Lady Catherine is so severely vexed by those who do not pay attention when another is speaking. It is such poor manners in a lady." Collins raised his brows judgmentally. "I was asking, dear cousin, what you might know of a situation I heard of concerning a young man who was caught stealing, from a young girl, I believe."
 
Billy Thompson? Where would he have possibly heard about that? No! It must have been the maids gossiping. How vexing! "Yes, I have heard of it, sir."
 
"Do you know they did not call the magistrate?" Collins looked deeply affronted.
 
"Do you realize that he is a boy barely more than nine years old?" she replied sharply.
 
"The law declares that anyone over the age of seven…"
 
"He is a child, sir!" She stomped her foot lightly, but immediately regretted it. "A child! He should be treated as a child who needs to learn better ways."
 
"Lady Catherine says a child like that is a bad seed and should be removed before he spreads his ways to others." Collins crossed his arms over his chest.
 
"He is working to pay off his debt two fold, sir. It is not as if he is walking away without punishment!"
 
"The law…"
 
"Is too harsh and unyielding. Does not the Good Book say blessed are the merciful?" Lizzy's eyes flared angrily as her hands found their way to her hips. "Is it not kindness that leads to repentance?"
 
"Lady Catherine insists that the lesser minds of those in the lower classes are only taught by the harshest of consequences. Such kindnesses are lost…"
 
"Does not the Good Book instruct that the Lord shows no partiality and does not favor the rich over the poor, for they are all the work of his hands?**"
 
"Here is where you show your ignorance, dear cousin, for only…"
 
"Perhaps sir," Darcy's deep, resounding voice cut in. Both turned and looked up at the approaching gentleman. "...it would be wise of you to remember you are a clergyman. You seem to quote my aunt freely enough, but I have yet to hear you quote from the Good Book. Perhaps it would serve you well to spend more time studying what the good Lord has said instead of your good patroness."
 
Collins' mouth gaped open like a fish out of water as he found himself at a complete loss for words.
 
Lizzy's eyes grew wide. Her hand flew to cover her mouth, shocked.
 
Bowing to her, Darcy extended his hand, "Miss Elizabeth, I do believe you promised me the honor of this set." How could I have spoken to her cousin in front of her that way? Certainly she has every reason to cut me publicly just as I did him. How could I have been so rude?
 
"Why thank you, yes, Mr. Darcy. I believe I am sufficiently recovered from the first set to dance again." She took his hand. "If you will excuse me, Mr. Collins." She allowed Darcy to lead her away, leaving a red-faced Collins staring after them.
 
Unbeknownst to them, several steps away, Pierce turned to Bradley in shock. "Did he say what I think he said?"
 
Grinning widely, Bradley nodded, "Indeed he did, sir. A right proper set down if I have ever heard one!" What has gotten into you, young master? Your mother would be so proud of you right now.
 
Stifling laughter, Pierce admitted, "I cannot say I was not thinking the same thing myself!"
 
"As was I." Bradley clapped the younger man's shoulder. "So what think you of my esteemed patron now?"
 
"I believe, sir, that we have a great deal to talk about if you had a hand in raising such a gentleman." Pierce finally allowed himself the luxury of a laugh. "But, if you do not mind, that will have to wait. I would very much like to find a lady…"
 
"Miss Mary?" Bradley leaned in to whisper as his blue eyes sparkled teasingly.
 
"Am I that transparent?" Pierce straightened his cravat. "Yes, I secured her for a pair of dances, and I should very much like to make good on that promise."
 
"There will be plenty of time to talk later. Go and enjoy the company of a fine young lady." Bradley sent him on his way.
 
On the dance floor, Darcy bowed rather gravely to his partner, anxiously awaiting the opportunity to speak. Finally he said, "Miss Bennet, please forgive me. My conduct was ungentlemanly at best."
 
Taking his hand lightly in the dance, she shook her head. "There is no need to apologize, sir, truly." She glanced at him briefly, the barest hint of a smile on her lips. "For what did you say that I was not thinking myself? I was at that moment wishing for a man who would deliver such words as you did." Looking up at him, she saw his smile budding, and she blushed. "But I suppose it rather unladylike of me."
 
"Not at all, Miss Elizabeth. I find it a singular show of good sense."
 
"I must apologize that my family has caused you such discomfort."
 
"Do not repine for your cousin. His presence reminds me that his patroness is my aunt. " He smiled sheepishly.
 
How remarkable he looks when his eyes smile! She felt her breath catch and for the second time that night nearly missed her step in the dance.
 
He, too, nearly missed a step, entranced by her fine eyes. Quickly he caught himself. "I must also ask your pardon for Mr. Bascombe. I fear you heard his untoward remark earlier this evening."
 
She dropped her eyes for a moment. "You are correct, sir, I did. But it was his remark, not yours. I do not begrudge Mr. Bascombe his opinions. It does not do well for me to dwell upon his idle words. I have long known his feelings toward me are not favorable. He took offense to me several years ago when I had the audacity to disagree with him." Why did I say such a thing? How easy it is to talk with him, far too easy. I must take more care.
 
"Forgive me, but I must ask what you disagreed with him over?" He watched as the fire returned to her eyes.
 
"We disagreed on a point of philosophy. He found it quite singular that a lady should read any words of substance, let alone have the impudence to form opinions on what she read." Lizzy raised an eyebrow teasingly.
 
"Now I am intrigued." Darcy smiled openly as he bowed at the end of the dance. "Might I invite you to share refreshments with me so that you may tell me more of this reading that so captured your attention?" He offered her his arm.
 
"Gladly, sir. I would welcome your opinions on the matter." She laid her hand upon his arm and allowed him to escort her off the dance floor.
 
Kitty sat at a table, enjoying refreshments with Louisa. "I must confess, I am relieved to have survived my set with my cousin free from any broken toes!" she giggled conspiratorially.
 
Louisa's eyes grew wide at the confession. "I suppose I ought to caution you on the unsuitability of such a comment from a lady." She pursed her lips, containing her laughter. "But I confess, I thought the same thing as he left the dance floor."
 
"Please," Kitty grabbed her friend's hands, "promise me that you will not hold against me the fact that he is my cousin."
 
"Only if I may extract the same promise from you once you have met my sister." Louisa hid her face in her hands, laughing.
 
"So you have succeeded in making my quiet, serious sister laugh?" Bingley teased, sitting down beside Kitty.
 
"Indeed, brother, she has, but I dare not tell you why!" Louisa's eyes twinkled merrily. "Oh, I cannot wait until we take Netherfield so that she can come to stay with us!"
 
"It will be soon; I expect a fortnight or so."
 
"How wonderful" She turned to Kitty. "You will come to stay with me, to help me settle in and decorate and…"
 
"Most happily!" Kitty clapped her hands in excitement. "That is, of course, if it pleases you, sir," she quickly added, blushing.
 
"How could I deny my sister something that brings her such joy?" Bingley smiled broadly. How different she is from her eldest sister. Miss Bennet is so serene and calm, I find I am afraid of offending her each time I speak. Dancing with her was such a pleasure, she is so uncommonly pretty. But I could not shake the concern that I would trod upon her toes. Not that she would ever complain, she is far too much of a lady for that! But I would rather have a companion with whom I can relax. Miss Kitty is so lively and open! She makes me feel so at ease. Her sister is certainly the loveliest girl I have ever known, but I believe I find Miss Kitty's disposition far more agreeable.
 
"It is decided then." Louisa nodded happily.
 
"Thank you both. I shall ask my father's permission directly." She glanced over at her father, who still stood with her uncle. "I am certain he will consent though."
 
The musicians played the opening notes of a particularly lively country dance. Bingley turned to Kitty, "May I have this dance? I am exceedingly fond of this particular music." He offered her his hand.
 
"I am as well, Mr. Bingley." She took his hand as he led her to the floor.
 
"I hope I have not deprived you the pleasure of your cousin's company." He glanced at Collins, without a partner, standing with Sir William.
 
"I am grateful, sir. Although my sisters would scold me for saying so, nothing about my cousin is a pleasure." Kitty laughed lightly.
 
"I fear that all families contain difficult relatives," he replied wistfully.
 
"You have such a cousin, sir?" Kitty circled around him, light and graceful on her feet.
 
"Not a cousin, but an older sister. She has written to say that she will come with our possessions from town. We are to expect her in just a fortnight's time, when we take Netherfield."
 
"You do not seem anxious for her arrival." Certainly your sister is not. I wonder if she is anything like Lydia?
 
"She can be a bit difficult. Caroline is nothing like Louisa." Bingley replied hesitantly. He quickly regained his smile. "Louisa told me all that you did to alter her gown. It quite delighted her to have something that felt new to wear tonight. She could not say enough of your talent."
 
"She is too kind, sir." Kitty blushed and tried to be demure, but her smile broke through.
 
She has a delightful smile! "You have made her feel very welcome. I cannot thank you enough for that kindness. She is of a quiet nature, and often finds it difficult to find friends. I am pleased that she has found them in you and your sisters. To see her laughing with another young woman truly eased my heart. I have felt no small guilt at taking her away from a place she knew to come and keep house for me."
 
"I am very glad to count her among my friends."
 
"Might Louisa and I call upon you and your sisters at Longbourn?"
 
"We would be delighted to receive you." Kitty's heart fluttered.
 

* PR 17:22
** JOB 34:19
 

The morning sun peeked out over the horizon, its first rays licking at the morning dew that lay heavily on the lush grass of Netherfield's countryside. Three young gentlemen galloped their steeds across the horizon, exulting in the thrill of the race.
 
"That's a fine animal you have there, Colonel!" Bingley cried, pulling his horse to a stop beside Richard.
 
"I think it is more the horseman than the horse!" Darcy laughed, bringing his steed around beside Bingley. "All those years in the army have certainly improved your seat, Richard."
 
"Improved my seat? I was always the better horseman of the two of us."
 
"And how do you come to that conclusion?" Darcy argued good naturedly.
 
"How do I not? I seem to remember you being thrown several times…"
 
"Thrown? I have never been thrown… No, wait. It was that demon beast of your father's!" Turning to Charles, Darcy explained, "Twelve years ago, my uncle acquired a breeding stallion that could not be ridden. That beast was completely unbroken. So naturally Fitzwilliam dares me to ride the creature."
 
"What happened?" Bingley demanded.
 
"He actually managed to mount the stallion and was promptly thrown. Not to be easily bested, he tried several more times, only to experience the same result." Richard laughed heartily. "You should have seen the look on his face when he was lying on the ground staring at the sky. When my father found him, the only reason he did not thrash him proper…"
 
"Was the fact I was already thoroughly bruised from landing on the ground," Darcy finished with a scowl. "Do not forget the rest of the tale, Richard."
 
"What else is there to be told?"
 
"How easily you forget. After your father hauled me off, I know for a fact that you tried your hand with that stallion and were thrown as well. If I recall correctly, the head groom carried you back to the house, your leg broken."
 
"That was not from the horse. How many times have I told you that?"
 
"Yes, yes, I recall you insisting that you had fallen from the fence and injured yourself thus. However the groom told rather a different story. According to him, you, too, were thrown from the stallion. Your father rewarded him quite handsomely for that information." Darcy laughed heartily as his cousin glowered at him.
 
"Come now, both of you!" Bingley kicked his horse into a quick walk. The others followed, riding in silence for several minutes. Finally Charles asked, "So, Colonel, what say you of your first social event since rejoining the civilian ranks?"
 
Fitzwilliam laughed readily, pulling his horse alongside Bingley. "I find I liked it quite well, despite the dire warnings of your landlord about what would befall any who danced with the Miss Bennets!"
 
"He was rather vociferous in his doom-saying, was he not?" Darcy agreed uneasily. "I do wonder what caused him to say such things about them." Sadly gossip often has some fact at its heart.
 
"For the life of me, I cannot understand it," Bingley remarked, an uncharacteristic harshness in his tone. "I found it most unbecoming for a gentleman to speak so of a family of young ladies."
 
Richard and Darcy exchanged glances behind Bingley's back, brows raised.
 
"I do believe that if I ever hear him speak of them again, I will…"
 
"Easy there, Charles. Do not say things that later you might regret. Illegality aside, dueling is a serious matter," Darcy cautioned.
 
"Did you not hear how he maligned their reputations? He intimated they were of poor character and not fit company for my sister!" Bingley snapped, kicking his horse. The other two followed, finally catching up with him. "You have seen for yourselves, there has not been the slightest indication…"
 
"In that you are right," Fitzwilliam quickly agreed. He is far and away more angry than is warranted. He must have feelings for one of the Miss Bennets. But which one? This could become a problem. "I saw nothing unladylike in their deportment or manners. They were perfectly amiable."
 
"Indeed they were, were they not Darcy?" Bingley looked up at his friend, clearly hoping for approval.
 
"Yes, they were," Darcy answered slowly. Bascombe's words continue to haunt me. I do not know what to make of them. Miss Elizabeth is by far the handsomest woman of my acquaintance, and yet I cannot seem to disregard the warnings I have heard. "Their manners were certainly as fine as any I have seen in London. There was nothing of the rumored coarseness nor forwardness that your landlord warned of to be seen in any one of them."
 
"You seem well on your way to high dudgeon, Bingley," Richard calmly observed. "I hate to see an innocent maligned as much as you, but this seems to strike a particular chord with you."
 
Sighing, some of Charles' ire dissipated. "It has, I am afraid." He allowed his horse to walk on for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. "One afternoon, I overheard Miss Bennet speaking with Louisa, telling of her youngest sister, whose youthful exuberance had attracted some unkind comments in the neighborhood. It seems all the sisters have suffered for it. I understand what it is to be subject to judgment on the basis of what your sibling has said or done." He glanced meaningfully at Darcy. "I am particularly distressed when I see it happen to another family. Neither their lack of dowries nor their sister's behavior is their fault. They should not be condemned for either of those things."
 
Unexpected relief coursed through Darcy. Of course, I understand! After what Caroline has put him through, no wonder Bingley would be touched by the Bennets' plight. He smiled to himself. It also means that Miss Elizabeth is as she seems.
 
"In that, I agree with you," Richard said. "I saw it too often in the army, a young man judged by his family alone. Good men from lesser families were passed over and weak ones promoted to positions they had no business having because of their greater connections. It rarely ended well."
 
"Mr. Bradley told me that he has had a long association with the Bennet family. He corresponds with an aunt of theirs who grew up in his parish. Miss Elizabeth spoke with great delight of having Mr. Bradley to dinner at Longbourn. I believe that speaks more of their character than does Mr. Bascombe's gossip," Darcy pronounced firmly, pleased to have the matter settled in his mind.
 
"Your preference for Miss Elizabeth was quite clear," Richard teased. "Had you smiled at anyone in London like that, the papers would have reported your engagement the very next day!"
Darcy flashed him a dark look. So you are not to be teased about Miss Elizabeth. This is serious indeed.
 
"She is an excellent dancer," Darcy finally replied, "and she has some very unique thoughts on…"
 
"Estate management? Please Darcy tell me it is not so! She talked to you of crop rotation? Or was it the husbandry of sheep?" Richard choked out as he laughed heartily.
 
"Richard…" he growled, eyes narrowed. You may well be able to make light of all this, but I cannot, not today. I need quiet. "Charles, I will join you for luncheon." Darcy kicked his horse into a gallop and left his friend and cousin far behind.
 
Two men watched his retreat. "He does not take well to teasing, you know," Charles remarked softly.
 
"He spent far too long as the only child, and his sister is in far too much awe of him to properly tease him," Richard retorted.
 
Urging his horse to walk on, Charles sighed. "He takes things very personally. Taunting him is a dangerous pastime." I would not have dared try this morning.
 
"I know. I have known him longer than you, remember. We had some rather spectacular rows as children because he does not like to be teased. But he needs to be reminded not to take himself so very seriously."
 
"Perhaps it is his wont to be reserved. Yet, to be fair, you must remember you are not the eldest sibling, nor the only brother. There are things you do not understand."
 
"You sound like Darcy now!" Richard laughed. "I would have thought being the younger brother, you would be more sympathetic."
 
"I suppose so. But I understand Darcy far too well now. It is not an easy thing to be left in charge of a family, in charge of sisters. You have neither the care of a dependent sibling nor the management of the family legacy upon your shoulders. It is a weight I do not think you understand." Charles sighed, looking over his shoulder in the direction his friend had ridden off. I wish you would not allow your cousin to torment you so. I could use your company and advice right now. I am used to your moods and broodiness, and know they are essentially harmless. But your cousin is a different cut of man altogether, and I find him intimidating.
 
It appears my cousin's solemn ways have indeed influenced his merry friend. That may make it more difficult to arrive at the intelligence I yet need. "You seem to have enjoyed the Miss Bennets yourself last night. I believed you danced with every one of them, and some of them twice." The colonel glanced at Bingley, wondering.
 
"Yes, I did. They are delightful young ladies, all." Charles shifted uneasily in his saddle, causing his horse to prick his ears and glance back. "You seemed to enjoy your dances with Miss Bennet quite well indeed. Did you not enjoy refreshments with her as well?"
 
Ah, a frontal assault. Not an elegant tactic, but one I can understand. "I did indeed. She is as lovely a woman as I have ever seen, and she is quite gracious company, even for a battle scarred old officer like myself."
 
"She possesses a beauty I have not seen before," Charles agreed, a little wistfully.
 
"Have you an interest in her?" Richard pulled his horse up short and turned him round so he could look Bingley in the eye.
 
"That is a very forward question, is it not?" Charles stammered awkwardly.
 
"The army is not known for breeding subtlety in its officers." Richard glared threateningly. "You have not answered my question."
 
Frowning, Bingley chewed his lip. "The Miss Bennets are my sister's friends. I am concerned for them all."
 
"That is not what I asked and you know it. Come now, do not be a coward. If you have an interest, speak your mind," he snapped angrily.
 
"Why do you wish to know?"
 
The colonel's hands flexed into fists. You are most certainly a vexing younger brother. I wonder if your sisters ever attempted to pummel you as you most certainly deserved. I surely wish I could do so now. "I would have thought that obvious, sir."
 
"What are your intentions toward her? I would not have you trifling with any of them. They are gentlemen's daughters and worthy of your respect." Charles tried to glare at Fitzwilliam, but the effect was rather unsuccessful.
 
"You seem uncommonly concerned over young ladies who are not your own sisters, sir. One might wonder of your own motives. I know you are attempting to become a gentleman, but such chivalry is quite beyond what is expected, even in the highest circles."
 
"They are my sister's friends."
 
"It seems you expect that should explain more than it does." Richard crossed his arms over his chest, waiting.
 
Charles looked away. "It is something I doubt you are in a position to understand."
 
"I believe I am far more intelligent than you give me credit for being."
 
"Yours is a titled family. You cannot understand the stigma of new money." He sighed heavily. "My sister's time in London has been difficult. She is of a more quiet and reserved nature, and it is difficult for her to make friends. Our sister Caroline has offended several families of the Ton with her desire for good connections. Louisa has been judged because of it, and because of our connections to trade. Many women pretended to befriend Louisa only to turn vicious in their gossip. Some sought her company as a way to get to me and that hurt her even more. Though I have said I asked her to come and keep house for me, the truth is, she came with me to Meryton to escape London as she waits for her betrothed to return from the continent."
 
Richard studied his companion's face carefully. He speaks the truth. He is quite transparent. I wonder if he plays cards.
 
"My sister expected to be very lonely here, but then she met Miss Jane Bennet in one of the shops. Soon thereafter, all four of them brought her into their circle. It was quite clear they were absolutely unconcerned about meeting her unmarried brother. With their own connections in trade, ours were never an issue. For the first time in her life, my sister has found the companionship she has always longed for, and she is happier than I have ever known her to be. I do not wish to see that jeopardized by thoughtless treatment of her friends by our guests, sir." Bingley's blue eyes hardened as they stared at Richard.
 
"I see," he replied slowly. "You believe that I might be one to toy with a lady's affections then abandon her?"
 
"I make no such accusations, Colonel."
 
"Yet you imply them all too freely."
 
"What interest could you have in the daughters of an insignificant country gentleman? You are the second son of an earl. You have connections. Are you not seeking to marry into fortune and solidify your place in society, as men of your station are expected to do?" I have been in Darcy's company far too much recently. I fear I am sounding far more like him than myself right now. But I do believe I rather like it.
 
With a sigh, Richard swung himself down from his horse. "I suppose those are the expectations my family has for me." Gathering the reins in his hand, he began to walk. Charles urged his horse to follow. "But I do not share them. Do you know why I am here?"
 
"I know that Darcy wrote to you, but no more than that."
 
"His letter to me was very simple. He wrote, 'Come quickly. She has three sisters.'"
 
"'She has three sisters?' I do not understand."
 
"Of course you do not," Richard kicked a stone. "Before he left Pemberly, we had a long talk. He told me of the wife he sought to find. I told him if he ever found such a woman, I hoped she would have a sister."
 
So Darcy is as serious as I thought. Charles unconsciously glanced over his shoulder, but did not see trace of his friend.
 
"I have made my fortune. I no longer have need to marry one. While it would be nice, I have enough for an estate, smaller than what my father would prefer, but more than enough to live comfortably, and that is all I want anymore."
 
"And what it is that you want, sir?" Charles stopped, dismounting, to walk beside his companion.
 
"I have twice been nearly engaged. Few know of it. Darcy is one of those few. Both were beautiful heiresses of the first circles. Both were in their first few London seasons. I had planned to ask their father's permission to court them. The night I'd planned to ask the first lady, I arrived late for a dinner at her home. I told the butler not to announce my arrival and set off in search of her. I saw her in conversation with several other young ladies and decided to surprise her. Ungentlemanly, I know. I have learned my lesson since." Richard glanced at Charles, pleased that the younger man seemed engrossed in his tale. "As I came through another room to join her, I overheard her telling her friends about her plans to seduce me into compromising her so that she would secure me! As if I were some kind of quarry to be hunted! She intended to trap me. Even worse, one of the girls asked her if I were an amiable companion and how it would be to be the wife of an officer."
 
"Dare I ask what she said?" Charles asked, compassion lacing his voice.
 
"You can well imagine it was nothing complimentary. Truth be told, I had allowed myself to become quite smitten with her, and hearing her true thoughts toward me was quite a blow. She had no fondness for me, only for my connections." Richard shook his head sharply, snorting in disgust. "I suppose I should not have been surprised. I have been taught that marriage is a business affair, and that love should be of no consideration. I have not honestly worked out how I believe on that point yet. Even so, I would still want a woman who I can respect and depend upon, one whom I could even call a friend if we are to share the same house together till death parts us. I want an amiable companion, a woman of sound judgment and faithfulness, one whose company I might look forward to each day…"
 
"That is what many would consider a mark of love, Colonel." Bingley smiled. "I think it not unreasonable."
 
"Perhaps not to you, but it seems that within the circles I once frequented, it is, for the second young lady was even worse than the first. She, I had the pleasure of hearing tell her maid that I was an abhorrent creature, but for the sake of being in an earl's family, she would marry the family dog if necessary. She declared she would tolerate my attentions only as long as it took to produce an heir and a spare, then she would firmly lock the door between us and have as little to do with me as possible. Perhaps I might even be persuaded to retire to a country house while she would stay in town to enjoy the diversions of the Ton." Bitterness dripped from his voice.
 
"You were quite taken with her as well?"
 
Richard nodded silently as their boots crunched on the gravel underfoot. "I have been trifled with, Bingley, and I will not stoop to treating another thusly. Much to my mother's dismay, I have abandoned the Ton with its heiresses and socialites. I want a simple existence with a companion who wants more than a decoration on her arm at balls. Perhaps this is a place to find it."
 
"I see."
 
"I have answered your question. Now I insist you answer mine. Have you an interest in Miss Jane Bennet?" Richard stopped walking and crossed his arms over his chest.
 
"What if I do?" Bingley asked cautiously. What possessed me to say such a thing? I am as contrary as Caroline today! Surely this is going to push him to fisticuffs.
 
"Then I must warn you that you are facing a most determined rival for the young lady's affections. I like you, Bingley, and I even told Darcy I would not mind having you for a brother. I do not want to contend with you over Miss Bennet, but I will if I must."
 
At least his intentions are honorable. I can assure Louisa of that. She will rest much easier knowing I have heard it from his own lips. "I cannot lie to you, she is the most beautiful of the sisters, and I did enjoy dancing with her, but I fear she is too elegant for the likes of me. Her sister, Miss Kitty has already given me permission to call upon her at Longbourn."
 
Richard sighed in visible relief as a smile broke out across his face. "Miss Kitty is a lively companion. She is an intelligent young woman, but her humor makes her quite a pleasant partner. She seems to suit you well. I wish you great fortune in coming to know her better."
 
"I take it, then, you will be calling upon Miss Bennet."
 
"I have not formally asked her permission yet. I felt I needed to talk to you first. May I join you when you call upon Miss Kitty?"
 
"Perhaps we can invite Darcy with us as well. We will be quite the merry party!" Bingley laughed, relieved that the difficult conversation had ended without any bruises upon his person.
 

* PR 31:30
 

Ch 32: An anxious heart weighs a man down*

Posted on 2010-12-19

Two weeks later, Bingley and Fitzwilliam found Darcy in the parlor of the inn just after breakfast.
 
"Louisa is waiting for us. We are off to call upon the Bennets. Will you join us?" Bingley asked brightly. He smiled back at Fitzwilliam who was pulling on his gloves.
 
Darcy shook out his paper with a smug smile. "No, thank you, Charles, not this morning. I have only just sat down with my coffee, and I believe I will enjoy it and my paper before turning my attention to my correspondence. If your belongings arrive from London today, as expected, I imagine there will be little time for such things in the coming days."
 
"Shall we convey your greetings to Miss Elizabeth?" Bingley asked, donning his hat.
 
"No, do not trouble yourself."
 
Fitzwilliam stomped over to join him, scrutinizing his cousin. "This is not right. You were well pleased by Miss Elizabeth's company when you joined us in calling at Longbourn three days ago. You cannot be so disinterested now…" His eyes fell to Darcy's boots. "Very clever, cousin, very clever!" He laughed heartily.
 
"What are you laughing about?" Charles demanded.
 
"His boots are quite covered in mud. You probably thought you knocked it all off, but much is still there. You would never allow your man to do such a poor job of cleaning them, so it must be fresh. You have been out walking early this morning!"
 
"What of it? You know that is my habit." Darcy squirmed uncomfortably in his chair, snapping his paper near his cousin's face.
 
"It is also the habit of someone else we know!" Richard turned knowingly to Charles. They pounced upon their hapless friend, drawing chairs alongside his and perching like predators around him.
 
"So you have already seen her today, have you not?" Charles grinned.
 
"Of course he has, man!" Richard insisted conspiratorially. "Look at his face; that self-satisfied look can only mean one thing. He has probably already received an invitation to dinner tonight as well."
 
Looking over his paper, Darcy raised an eyebrow at his cousin. "As a matter of fact, I have."
 
Charles laughed heartily, slapping his thigh. "I would not have thought you to arrange clandestine meetings…"
 
"Charles," Darcy growled.
 
Bingley quickly backpedaled, remembering his friend's sensitivity. "Of course you would commit no impropriety, I am sure."
 
"Our meeting was unplanned. We merely chose the same path to walk this morning and happened upon each other."
 
"As I imagine you have done rather regularly this past fortnight?" Grinning, Richard shook his head. Darcy turned his attention back to his paper.
 
"So that is why you have not come with us the last two times we have called upon the Bennets?" Bingley crossed his arms over his chest.
 
"No, you are quite mistaken. When I attend, it is inevitable that Miss Mary is left out. Although it is true your sister very much enjoys her company, it cannot be comfortable for her to be the only young lady without…," Darcy sighed. "I have watched her withdraw from company and I do not like it, knowing I have caused her discomfiture somehow."
 
"If that is the excuse you are using to see your lady in private, I will let it stand, but know that Louisa has told me that Mr. Pierce has called upon Miss Mary twice this week. So do not fear she is feeling too forlorn," Charles whispered, noting the pleased expression in Darcy's eyes. I wonder if he has always been so perceptive, or if it is the influence of Miss Bennet upon him.
 
"I did not realize. I am glad to hear it. Mr. Bradley has taken some time to make her acquaintance, and has many good things to say about her, and of Pierce as well." Darcy folded his paper and laid it in his lap. "Since you have already deduced that I have seen her today, I may freely share that Miss Elizabeth extended her invitation to both of you and Louisa, and Caroline, if she arrives this afternoon. She thought you might call today, and intends to issue the invitation in person, but bid me share it with you if for any reason you did not. She knows that your belongings are expected to arrive today, and thought it might be a relief to escape the chaos of moving if only for a few hours."
 
"How exceedingly thoughtful," Charles smiled.
 
"You accepted on our behalf, did you not?" Richard demanded good naturedly. "Such a kind invitation must not be neglected."
 
"I did indeed. I would drag you there myself, lest you have a misunderstanding with Miss Bennet. She has far too kind a heart to risk over a dinner invitation."
 
Richard's countenance softened, "Indeed she does. She is unlike any woman I have met in town. Her kindness and sweetness is a rarity more precious than any of the great fortunes attached to the heiresses of town." He sighed sadly. "I would not want to see her hurt for any reason."
 
Charles nodded approvingly. "Perhaps then we should go call upon Longbourn and receive the promised invitation in person. I am sure Louisa is ready now. Darcy, we shall leave you alone to bask in your triumph."
 
Darcy nodded at them as they left. He tried to return to his paper, but found himself too distracted by memories of his morning walk.
 

The sunrise had just chased away the last of the shadows on the path to Oakham Mount. Mist still kissed the air with a dewy welcome to the day. The birds had not yet begun their morning chorus, so the crunch of the gravel under his boots was the only sound disturbing the mist's reverie.
 
Suddenly he looked up and saw a figure silhouetted in a sunbeam. "Miss Elizabeth." He increased his pace to reach her side. "How very good to see you this morning."
 
"Mr. Darcy, good morning." The brightness of her smile rivaled the shaft of sunlight that bathed her glorious face. "You seem rather surprised to see me here."
 
"Should I not? I had rather expected to walk alone so early in the morning." He smiled wryly, a lilt in his voice.
 
She lifted her eyebrows archly, "Truly? If I was of a suspicious nature, I might accuse you of having this quite well planned." Darcy blushed uneasily. "But since I am not, I will simply enjoy the happy coincidence that providence has enabled." Her fine eyes glittered merrily.
 
Darcy laughed softly. Why is it that her teasing is so very welcome to me?
 
Elizabeth drank in a deep breath of the morning air, and caught the fragrance of a honeysuckle vine just coming into bloom. Her smile broadened as she recognized the scent. With child-like exuberance, she rushed to the vine to pick several blossoms. She handed a sprig to Darcy, but he looked perplexed. She laughed gaily. "Surely you do not mean to tell me you have never sucked the honey from a honeysuckle, sir."
 
"I am afraid I must confess to a deprived childhood then, for I have no knowledge of what you speak."
 
"Then we must remedy that immediately!" She patiently demonstrated how to pluck the flowers from the stem and suck the nectar drop from the base. "There now, what do you think of that, Mr. Darcy?"
 
"I think I shall have to make certain that there is plenty of honeysuckle growing on my grounds at Pemberley, madam. I shall see to it that my children do not grow up as deprived as I was." He chuckled at the sudden image in his mind.
 
"Good. I am a firm believer in honeysuckle. In a few weeks the the vines are heavy with flowers, my sisters and I will gather these blossoms for perfume so that we have the scent to sustain us through the winter months."
 
"That is a wise sentiment. I have often wished to find a way to carry a hint of spring with me to tide me through the grey months." As they began to walk, Elizabeth sighed. "Might I ask, why you sigh so?"
 
"You may ask, sir, but I do not promise an answer."
 
Though teasing, Darcy thought he heard heaviness in her tone. "I must respect your decision, madam, but I sorely wish to understand you better."
 
Looking up at him, she smiled wistfully. "I suppose I was just being silly and wishing there were more people who understood me as you do. I said something similar to my cousin yesterday, and was forced to endure nearly an hour of his admonishments on the impropriety of such frivolous ideas. Lady Catherine… Oh sir! I am sorry." Her hand flew to her mouth, her face flushing crimson.
 
"Do not trouble yourself on my account, Miss Elizabeth. I have known my aunt all my life, and I am quite aware of her rather unique philosophies. I take no offense at your notice of them as well." He was relieved to see the look of horror fade from her eyes. "Perhaps it would be safe to say that our relatives are rather well suited to one another." His eyes twinkled mischievously.
 
She giggled behind her hand. "I thank you for your understanding, sir. I can think of few men who would be so gracious in recognizing the foibles of their own kin."
 
"I find it a necessary means of coping with the honor bestowed upon me of being the nephew of…"
 
"The great Lady Catherine de Bourgh!" they finished in unison, laughing.
 
Continuing their walk, Lizzy confided, "While it is possible your aunt tends toward the ridiculous, I am afraid my cousin is truly odious!" Darcy choked on the chuckles that could not be held back. "It is a sad truth to say, but there it is. Is it horrible of me to tell you that my poor father, at his wits end, ordered his valet and Mr. Hall to go upstairs and assist Mr. Collins in bathing, lest he throw all of them out of the house?" Darcy stopped and stared. "Oh, yes, sir, it is quite true. I do not know whether it was my Uncle Gardiner or Mrs. Hill who finally put him up to it. I suspect they both had a hand in it."
 
For several long moments, Darcy could only laugh. "Oh my; I do not know what to say," he gasped.
 
"Say that you and your friends will join us for dinner this evening, so that we do not have to face him alone. I daresay Mr. Collins was madder than our old tom cat when the dog scared him off the fence post and he landed in the pond. Her Ladyship's vicar stomped around crying that he would have to write Lady Catherine and beg her forgiveness for defying her wishes in so significant a matter. He seemed to believe that what my father did was unforgiveable."
 
Darcy drew several deep breaths to help him affect solemnity. "A true friend would not allow you to face such a trial alone. I believe you may safely count on our support in your hour of need, madam."
 
She smiled brilliantly. "Thank you, sir, I do not believe I have had a dinner invitation so eloquently accepted before."
 
He bowed and offered her his arm as they continued walking.
 

Darcy sighed as the remembrance of her smile left his senses awash in warmth. Although both he and Elizabeth knew their meetings were not by chance, he was certain she did not suspect the true reason he relished the early morning hours. Even with Charles and Richard there, the drawing room is so stiff and awkward a place to converse. So many rules and strictures on where to sit and what to say! I can hardly breathe, much less speak. No, the out of doors is a far better place to form a friendship. He smiled to himself. She acknowledged that today; she allowed me to call her friend with no objection. Surely she, of all people, would have voiced her objection had she felt the appellation untrue. I am so pleased to be considered amongst her friends. Funny, I have not thought of it until now, but Father's journals spoke of his friendship with Mother. He preferred her company above all others, felt more at ease in her presence than anywhere else. He wrote that he prayed I might find such contentment. I wonder how he would feel knowing I found that contentment in the form of an insignificant country gentleman's daughter? Darcy's reverie was broken first by the scent of orange blossoms, then by a shrill, familiar voice.
 
"Mr. Darcy! Mr. Darcy! How good it is to see you again." Caroline Bingley suddenly appeared at his side, her dress still dusty from the road. "Would you be so good as to call my brother for me?"
 
"Good morning, Miss Bingley," Darcy rose and bowed. "I am afraid I cannot. He and your sister have already left to call upon some of his neighbors."
 
"Call upon neighbors!" Caroline's eyes grew wide. "How could they do such a thing when they knew to expect me today?"
 
Darcy opened his mouth to answer, but thought better of it and closed it instead.
 
"Well then, what am I to do now?" she demanded, glancing disdainfully around the room.
 
"Why not have the innkeep show you to your sister's room? I am certain you would like to refresh yourself while you await their return. While you do so, I will bring them word of your arrival." Not waiting for her assent, Darcy bowed and left Caroline stammering in the parlor.
 

Mr. Hall greeted Darcy at the door and announced him to the party in the drawing room.
 
"Mr. Darcy!" Lizzy exclaimed. "I am sorry, my father and uncle have taken my cousin to see some of the far tenants' fields, and are not here to greet you. Mr. Bingley said that you would not be joining them this morning. Is everything well?"
 
"Thank you for asking, madam. I have come to relay some news of interest to Mr. and Miss Bingley…"
 
"Caroline has arrived?" Louisa asked, disappointment clear in her voice.
 
"Yes, she has. I recommended she go to your rooms to refresh herself until we make our return. I hope that was satisfactory."
 
"Yes, thank you," she stammered, clearly agitated.
 
Mary reached over to take her friend's hand warmly. "I am sure it is wise to allow her a little time to rest before you return. Surely she sent your things on ahead to Netherfield to allow your staff to start unloading the wagons," she suggested hopefully.
 
"That is a capital idea, Miss Mary!' Charles quickly agreed, having jumped to his feet and pacing before the fireplace.
 
Why do you not just openly declare how uneasy your sister makes you and be done with it? Richard frowned. It is not as if anyone here is in doubt of that truth now. Truly it would be to your benefit to learn some of Darcy's solemnity. Not everyone needs to see every thought that crosses your mind.
 
"Mrs. Hill has prepared a basket for Mr. Pierce and Mr. Bradley. Would you come with me to deliver it, Miss Bingley? We shall not be long, and it will give your sister ample time to recuperate from her journey." And us sufficient time seek their wisdom on this situation.
 
Louisa glanced at Charles, who nodded vigorously. "I believe I would enjoy the fresh air."
 
Hand in hand, Mary led her companion toward the kitchen. With four older sisters, I have no doubt that Mr. Pierce will have something to say on this matter. Louisa needs some assurance that she may rightfully stand up for herself, and I mean to see that she has it before she faces Miss Caroline once again.
 
"A walk would be just the thing right now. What do you say about following their example?" Bingley declared energetically. Soon the three couples were heading out into the garden and down the lane.
 
"Neither you nor your sister seems pleased at Miss Caroline's arrival," Kitty softly observed.
 
She glanced at Bingley who seemed very interested in the ground before him. "I fear not. I still do not understand why she decided to come…"
 
"Perhaps her stay in London has not been as pleasing as she expected. You mentioned before that she has given offense to several families. It may well be that she is now feeling the effects of their displeasure."
 
"I just do not want her to give offense here as well," Bingley muttered despondently, shoulders sagging.
 
"I have recently learned, that though difficult, it is not impossible to stand up to a forceful sibling and remove yourself from their influence. I have told you of my youngest sister, Lydia. I think in some ways she is not unlike you sister, sir. I fear I followed her ways far too much. But after watching Lizzy take a firm stand with her, I have seen that I do not have to allow her to rule me." A satisfied smile bloomed over Kitty's face as she giggled. "It was quite satisfying to tell her I would not repack her trunks for her after she had them fully packed and chose to begin afresh. Never before had I refused her demands. I believe I will remember the look on her face forever."
 
Charles laughed with her. "I do not believe I have ever refused Caroline anything. I can only imagine her ire if were I to do so now." He shook his head, a wry smile beginning. "I believe you are correct, it would be a wholly satisfying experience. Under your advisement, I shall do so. Surely it can be no worse than the way things have already been." He offered Kitty his arm. Quickly, she took it, gratified when he laid his hand over hers.
 
Several long steps behind them, Richard walked beside a solemn Jane. "Miss Bennet," he began softly, not wishing to be easily overheard. "Please forgive me if I am too forward in my observations, but you do not seem yourself this afternoon."
 
"I do not? I am sorry if I have troubled you, sir." She swallowed hard. "My mother would admonish me that a lady does not allow her true feelings to be so easily understood by those in her company." She stared at the ground ahead.
 
Gritting his teeth, Richard struggled for a reply. "I am afraid, madam, that I find myself much in disagreement with you good mother's advice."
 
"Truly, sir? I thought that the way of the fashionable ladies of the Ton."
 
"I care little for such fashion, and find it very impractical at best. I am afraid all these years of soldiering have left me with little taste for what is considered stylish." He smiled as he saw her relax slightly. "Please, if you can, tell me what is troubling you. I would like to be of service to you if I may. You and your sisters have done much for me, sparing me the droll and unvarying company of these gentlemen."
 
Jane laughed softly and glance up at the colonel, the warmth she found in his eyes brightened her smile. After a few more steps, she explained, "I received a letter from my Aunt Gardiner this morning."
 
"That is your aunt in London? Your mother and sister are staying with her?"
 
"Yes, you have an excellent memory, sir." She stumbled. Richard caught her arm to steady her, then placed her hand on his arm to continue their journey. She rewarded him with another smile. "My mother continues to improve, she managed a visit to the modiste last week. That is good news. But my aunt is concerned for my sister. She does not seem her lively self, and has been unwell for the last week."
 
"I am sorry to hear it. Perhaps it is just a passing affliction, disappointment at leaving Brighton perhaps?" He tried to catch her eyes, but she avoided him.
 
"It just seems to out of so character for Lydia. She has always been one to make the best of any circumstance. She is rarely ill, and only keeps to her rooms when she is seriously unwell. Something is just not right."
 
"You suspect something. What do you fear?"
 
Jane sighed heavily. "I do not know precisely, sir, but you are right. Lydia only behaves this way when she is guilty of some great misdeed. I have only seen it happen twice. I do not wish to gossip, so suffice it to say that both times she had done serious wrong, and was punished most severely for it.. It is the punishment she fears, I think, certainly more than she is concerned over any misconduct."
 
"Is your concern for her then, or for how you and your sisters might suffer from her actions?"
 
"For her, of course." Jane blushed furiously, tears pricking her eyes. "But I fear for us as well. She is not unlike Mr. Bingley's sister, Miss Caroline, and I fear her misconduct has affected us all."
 
"Miss Bennet," Richard's voice turned serious, "might I share a story with you?" She nodded. They walked on for several steps in silence. "I have a young cousin." Darcy would not appreciate me naming her, and I suppose there is no need for it now. "She made some unwise decisions and put herself in a very dangerous situation. An unfortunate circumstance arose, and others were privy to what happened. There are those who would have called her compromised as a result."
 
"Oh dear! I am so sorry! What became of her?"
 
"Her family and her friends came alongside her. They defended her and protected her reputation, and saw that justice was done. She learned from the experience and is becoming a worthy young woman. I hope that the man involved is learning those same lessons as well." I sincerely doubt it, but it would be the best possible outcome nonetheless. Jane nodded thoughtfully as they walked on. "Just because a young relative may be unwise, it does not mean that a family must be ruined. I believe Bradley is fond of saying: A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.** When friends gather for support, much can be accomplished."
 
"It must be a great blessing to have such friends," Jane whispered, her throat tight.
 
"It is indeed. Should you ever need anything, Miss Bennet, please know, I am such a friend." He laid his hand over hers and pressed warmly.
 
She looked up at him, her eyes suspiciously bright.
Leading the three couples, Elizabeth and Darcy walked at a brisker pace. Their natural penchant for the activity, and their current tension, came together to urge their speed.
 
"You do not look pleased," Lizzy finally remarked, looking over her shoulder toward her sisters and their companions. Tthey cannot hear us now.
 
"Please do not think it any reflection on the current company, Miss Elizabeth. I can assure you that is not the case." Darcy replied uneasily.
 
"Miss Caroline's arrival has you quite discomposed?"
 
"It is an ungentlemanly thing to admit, madam." A wry smile crept over his lips.
 
"Then I shall not require it of you. But it does leave me to wonder how a young woman could make so formidable a gentleman as yourself this wary." She lifted an eyebrow archly.
 
"The prey is always guarded near the hunter. Is it not generally well known that a single young woman of great fortune is necessarily in want of a husband?" They laughed together.
 
"When you phrase it that way, I can hardly fault your concern. Although many would not consider marrying a fortune such as hers so great a hardship."
 
"Such men did not live with my parents, madam. Although their marriage was much like those of our circle at the start, they fell very much in love. My mother was his best friend, and he, her greatest love. After seeing that, I can hardly settle for a business arrangement." He looked away, blushing.
 
"That is a rare sentiment, sir, particularly for one of your standing. I wonder that it has not been difficult to persuade others of your sincerity."
 
"It is not something that I discuss outside my closest circle," his voice fell to a whisper.
 
"I am honored that you would share it with me," she whispered back. They walked on in silence for several minutes.
 
"You seem troubled yourself, Miss Elizabeth. You were not this morning. May I be so bold as to ask what has happened?" He offered her his arm.
 
She hesitated a moment before she slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. "It is difficult to say exactly, sir. I do not know how to describe it, as it is not so much a single event that has occurred, it is more a general concern." He nodded patiently, encouraging her to continue. "When I returned from our walk, I found myself alone in the parlor with my cousin. He began to speak to me most improperly."
 
"What did he say to you?" Darcy's voice became low and heavy.
 
"He spoke to me of not wanting to honor my father's wishes with regards to… a particular matter. He told me that I should consider his reasons and follow his… example, that I had a greater duty to my family to fulfill, one that my father did not seem to understand." She looked away from him, her face flushing hotly.
 
"What was your opinion of his words?" I am quite certain this was not a matter of bathing either!
 
"I am determined to honor my father, sir. I am convinced my good father is right. Even if I were not, I trust him far more than I trust my cousin, and believe that Papa wants what is best for us all." She sighed, her frustration evident. "My father is a quiet man, Mr. Darcy. I know you have noticed. He is ill at ease in company, particularly in large crowds."
 
"That is something I can easily understand."
 
"Few do, I am afraid. He hides his discomfort behind a cutting sense of humor that many misconstrue. But at heart, he is a peaceful man who hates conflicts and longs for the serenity of home and his loved ones. I would be a fool not to trust him."
 
I do not at all like what she is implying. "I imagine that this is not something for which you can change your cousin's mind? With your lively intelligence, I believe you could alter a great many opinions."
 
"No, sir, it is not. His mind is clearly made up, and nothing will sway him."
 
She felt his arm tense beneath her hand. "You believe that he might try to force his opinion on… your father?"
 
He understands, I am sure of it! Oh I cannot believe I have shared such a thing with him. What must he think of me? But I do not know what else to do. I cannot tell Jane. It would be too much for her to bear. Somberly she nodded.
 
Frowning deeply, Darcy shook his head. "That is not a thing to be trifled with, Miss Elizabeth. I knew such a man, he was nearly as close as… a brother to me. He tried to force his… opinion… in a matter when it was not welcome. The outcome was very nearly disastrous."
 
"I had no idea that you would have had any experience with such things," she whispered, oddly relieved.
 
"I am afraid that I do. Please, do not take your concerns lightly. Go to your father and your uncle and tell them clearly what you suspect. Follow their advice, keep yourself and your sisters safe. Do not worry about offending you cousin, he is not worthy of such consideration. And if there is anything that I might do to aid in your comfort, please, you have only to ask and I will do whatever I can for you and your sisters."
 
"I am honored by your gracious offer, sir." He is right.. I need to speak to Papa and Uncle Gardiner immediately. I fear I have worked myself up over nothing, but I suppose it would be better to follow his advice and feel a fool later than ignore it and wish I had.
 
 
 
* PR 12:25
**PR 17:17