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Ch 33: Get wisdom, get understanding*

Mary glanced over at Louisa, who sat staring uneasily at the handkerchief she wrung in her hands. She caught her friend's eye for a moment and lifted her brow in question. Louisa nodded vigorously, and Mary smiled politely at the gentlemen. "We are hosting Miss Bingley and her party tonight at dinner. Would you both consider joining us? We would so enjoy your company."
 
Bradley and Pierce exchanged glances, nodding at one another. "Thank you, Miss Mary," Pierce smiled. "I could not turn down such a gracious offer."
 
Bradley set his teacup on the side table. "I remember meeting your sister when your brother and she visited Pemberley earlier this year." He leaned back in his chair and brushed his lips with his finger.
 
"Oh dear! I had not realized," Louisa exclaimed, pressing her hand to her mouth. "I am so sorry for whatever she might have said to you."
 
"Why do you say that?" Bradley asked gently.
 
"Because I know my sister, and I know she must have said something terrible to you." Louisa dropped her eyes.
 
"But why are you sorry? Is it your fault what she has done?"
 
Startled, she looked up, staring quizzically at Bradley. "I…I never really thought about that."
 
"Yet you act as though you believe you are responsible for her feelings and for her behavior." The vicar's shaggy brow lifted, a kind expression on his face. "As a matter of fact, your sister has indeed been less than kind. But that is in no way a reflection upon you and your brother."
 
"Oh, sir! I am so sorry…" Louisa stammered. "Please forgive…"
 
"My dear girl, I already have. But you have not answered my question, why do you apologize?"
 
"I should have…"
 
"Her actions are her own," Bradley repeated, reaching for his tea.
 
"But I have always been taught that…"
 
"Miss Mary," Pierce interrupted, "Can I convince you to take a turn with me about my garden for a few moments? I was hoping to get your opinion on a thorny subject." He glanced from Mary to her friend and back.
 
"Thorny indeed!" Smiling and nodding understandingly, Mary rose, "I would be happy to view your garden. My mother told me she spoke to you about your roses. She has taught me much about those lovely flowers."
 
"Indeed, madam." Graciously, he waved her through the door.
 
Once they left the house, Mary remarked, "I must commend you on the remarkable timing of your request, sir." She smiled and arched her brow, looking remarkably like her elder sister for a moment.
 
"It was apparent that she needed the opportunity to speak more freely about her troubles. Mr. Bradley is a man who seems to inspire that kind of trust in many." Pierce smiled at her. "But it is true, I do have some questions I wish to ask of you." I do so hope you will be willing to hear me.
 
"Lead on then, sir." He offered her his arm as he led her to the somewhat forlorn patch of ground he called his rose garden "Oh my!" she exclaimed.
 
"It is much improved, is it not?" He gestured proudly toward the scraggly canes sparsely decorated with leaves.
 
If this is improved, I cannot imagine what he began with! She smiled weakly.
 
"I have followed your mother's recommendations quite closely. I prepared the soil as she described and cut back the old growth, see here and here? The new leaves are coming in, and altogether, I believe it is coming along quite well." He gestured proudly over the plants.
 
Mary pressed her lips together hard to contain her laughter. With great control, she replied, "I can see you have put a great deal of effort into this corner of your garden."
 
Their eyes met and she saw his amusement. His lips twitched and her composure broke. "That was a very kind thing to say, Miss Mary!" He laughed with her. "I am well aware of my deficiencies as a gardener!" Finally they wiped the tears from their eyes. "I know it is not much, but it is a vast improvement over what I began with!"
 
"I am certain of it. Although it is difficult to see the improvements just yet, I can tell that you are well on your way to an admirable rose garden." His eyes are so remarkable when he laughs! I wonder if he knows that is why all the young ladies pay such attention to his sermons.
 
"I am pleased to have your approval, especially considering you are well known among the neighborhood for having your mother's way in a garden."
 
Mary blushed. I am known for something? How extraordinary. He is being too kind, I am sure. No one has ever noticed the middle Bennet sister. "I believe you said you had a question for me."
 
"Ahh, yes. I am afraid that I will reveal my ignorance, but can you show where I might find the 'hips' of this plant?" Pressing his lips together, he lifted his brows hopefully.
 
"Excuse me?" Mary cocked her head, glancing from Pierce to the roses.
 
"Rose hips, what are rose hips? Mr. Bradley's apothecary in Derbyshire has recommended a tea brewed from them every morning. I wished to see if I could provide him with a fresh supply. But I find I have not the slightest idea of what they are or where to begin looking for them." He stared, exasperated at a nearby cane.
 
Mary chuckled warmly. "I see now, sir, and I comprehend your confusion. I am sorry to disappoint you, but you shall find no 'hips' on these plants for quite some time. What you are looking for is the fruit that follows the blossoms. You will not find them until autumn."
 
"Of course," Pierce blushed. "I feel rather foolish now, I am afraid." Now I have made a fool of myself in front of her! What must she think of me?
 
"If you have need, you can ask Lady Lucas. I know she has quite a supply on hand. She has developed quite a fondness for your Mr. Bradley. Tell her they are for him, and she will gladly give you whatever you require." She sighed sadly, looking away from him.
 
"What is wrong? You suddenly look so unhappy. Is there some trouble with the Lucases?"
 
"No, my friends are quite well, thank you." She swallowed back the lump in her throat.
 
"Then what has you so affected?" He took a step closer to her.
 
"It is true then," Mary said softly, biting her lip.
 
"What is?"
 
"That he is taking you from us."
 
"I do not have the pleasure of understanding what you mean." He tried to look in her eyes, but she avoided him still. Is it possible that troubles you? Do you feel so much! Bradley said that it was so, but I could hardly believe it.
 
Tears welled up even as she tried bravely to blink them back. "Lizzy says that Mr. Bradley has come to find his successor. She is certain that man is to be you, and that you will follow Mr. Bradley to Derbyshire," her voice dropped to a low whisper, "and we shall never see you again." Looking away once more, she roughly brushed tears from her cheeks. Don't be a fool. You are acting like a silly girl!
 
Pierce sighed thoughtfully. Offering her his arm, he led them toward a stone bench. They sat together uncomfortably, neither knowing what to say. He glanced heavenward. Please, give me the words to say! Finally he broke the awkward silence. "It is true, Mr. Bradley seeks a man to be his successor, one that he may mentor and guide so that when the time comes, he may leave this life in peace, knowing his flock will be well tended. Mr. Darcy has agreed to this plan and assured Mr. Bradley that he will appoint Bradley's curate as vicar in time."
 
Mary nodded, wringing her hands in her lap. I cannot think of a man more worthy of such a mentor. I cannot be selfish here!
 
"Mr. Bradley and I have very similar views as to how a man should shepherd a flock. There is much I can learn from him. I would be a great fool not to accept such an offer from a man like him. But no offer has been made."
 
Mary's breath hitched as she gasped.
 
"However, I must be honest and tell you that I do expect one to be forthcoming soon."
 
Her chest tightened as she fought to control a sob that welled up.I must be strong. "I am glad for you then," she finally whispered, "you have truly been blessed by a great mentor and teacher."
 
Why am I not surprised she would say such a thing? Her heart is so tender. "I will not leave immediately, Miss Mary. I will stay until another curate can be established in my place. I imagine that will take until the new year at least."
 
"It is good to know you will not leave your parish without guidance." She blinked furiously. "You will be sorely missed, sir." If only you knew how much!
 
"There are many here whom I will miss as well. I fear Derbyshire will be quite lonely to me after having made so many friends here." His throat felt suddenly dry, considering the implications of his own words.
 
"I am sure you will make new friends there just as you did here. You are blessed with a talent for such things. I am certain it will not be long before you forget about Meryton entirely." She bit her lip and her shoulders hunched.
 
"No." His voice suddenly became warm and heavy. "There are some here I will never forget." Something in his voice made her look up. Their eyes met and locked. "And there is one I have no wish to leave behind."
 
She drew in a sharp breath, her heart racing. The way he's looking at me…what could he mean?
 
"You do not appear to have understood my meaning, Miss Mary." He laughed softly. "I fear I am not being very clear. The one I have no wish to leave is you."
 
Her eyes grew wide in astonishment. "I have no wish for you to leave," she whispered.
 
"I am glad for your invitation to dinner tonight, for there is something I wish to discuss with your father. We have known each other these many months now and, if you are in agreement, I would like to ask for your father's permission to court you. I do not wish to leave Meryton without you by my side, as you are already in my heart."
 
Did he just say what I think he said? To me? Is it even possible? The man I have hoped for for so long actually wishes to court me! A radiant smile spread across her face. "I should be very glad for you to speak with my father tonight, sir."
 
He released a breath he did not realize he was holding. His smile matched hers, his cheeks dimpling merrily. "Do you believe that I shall be received favorably?"
 
"He looks upon you very highly. I cannot imagine him being displeased."
 
"And your older sisters…he will not insist that we wait…"
 
"For them to be married?" Mary laughed lightly. "No, he and mama allowed us all to be out in society together, they will not insist that my sisters marry first." Marry me! He truly wants to marry me. How I have prayed to marry for love! It is almost too much joy to bear! "My sisters will be very happy for me, for us, I am sure." I am glad that Lydia is away though. There is no doubt she will not be as happy for me as the rest. A letter will definitely be the best way to tell her.
 
"Then I very much look forward to dinner tonight." He sighed and gazed at her, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief. Tenderly, he dabbed the tears from her cheeks. "I hate to see you cry, but these tears I will cherish." He folded the silk square and tucked it back into his coat.
 
"I do not understand."
 
He tried to memorize the look of wonder and love on her face. "These are the tears that answered my prayers. I must admit to being a coward, I feared to ask you what I just did. I could not bear the thought of you not returning my feelings. When I saw your tears, I knew you did. I will keep this handkerchief always as a reminder of answered prayers"
 
Mary began to giggle, softly at first, then uncontrollably, hiding her face in her hands. Finally she looked up, into his questioning eyes. "I shall have to make you another then, and I shall embroider it with…"
 
"Roses?" he guessed with a wry smile.
 
"No," her eyes glittered mischievously, "rose hips."
 

Was not the indignity I suffered at the hands of his servants enough? Now he has to force this …this…untrained beast upon me as well? Collins shifted uneasily in his saddle. He sat awkwardly upon an old dappled mare that Bennet had loaned him for the morning. His thighs burned and his back ached. The rest of his body shouted invectives at him for the unusual demands he was making upon it. He is an unreasonable task master! There is no need for a gentleman to participate in such mundane tasks! That is what stewards are for! Lady Catherine insists that an estate cannot be run without a steward, and all gentleman have a steward, a valet and a butler! I cannot imagine why he does not have one. His excuse about the expense must be an affectation to convince me of the depletion of Longbourn's resources. But I shall not fall for such an obvious ploy. I am no fool. I will be a gentleman in her eyes yet.
 
Gardiner looked back at Collins and rolled his eyes. "The man cannot even ride a horse!" he hissed under his breath. "Is there anything he can do competently?"
 
"Apparently not! Though I cannot say I am surprised. His father was no better. He thought himself quite a proficient in many gentlemanly arts, but his only true proficiency was in his ability to boast! " Bennet glanced over his shoulder, "Come along there, Collins. We must get a move on if we are to visit all the tenant farms before dinner."
 
Collins kicked the mare into motion, grunting as she trotted toward the others. "My dear cousin, surely you are making a joke at my expense. I insist we return to the stables and acquire a more proper steed for my use. You surely cannot believe that I will continue on upon this animal." He blotted his face with a much used handkerchief.
 
"I beg your pardon?" Bennet scowled. Beside him, Gardiner turned his face away so Collins could not see him smirk.
 
"You cannot expect me to ride this horse all day. It is a poorly trained animal at best, willful and stubborn, with the worst gait I have ever experienced."
 
Gardiner could not contain himself and began to laugh loudly enough that the mare shied away. "Certainly you are not serious!" What has he been riding? I can almost believe that he has never actually ridden!
 
Bennet ground his teeth. "Mr. Collins, the horse you are riding is kept specifically for my daughters' use. She is the gentlest and best trained animal in my stables. If your horsemanship is so lacking that you cannot ride her, there is simply no hope for you to ride any animal in my stables! You cannot possibly expect to manage an estate if you cannot even ride a horse!" He blew out a harsh breath and kicked his horse into motion. What makes you believe that you can possibly manage an estate in the first place? Of course, I forgot, your esteemed patroness. I have her to thank for puffing up your foolishness into arrogance. How great a debt I owe her--one that I am unlikely to ever be able to repay.
 
He is mocking me! Again he is mocking me! This will not do! I will not have it! Collins watched Bennet and Gardiner ride on ahead as he tried to urge his own mount into motion. Sensing the uneasiness of her rider, she slowly walked on, stubbornly refusing to respond to his harsh kicks in her sides. He thinks he can cheat me of what is rightfully mine. But he will not! I will not permit it. I will show him who the fool among us actually is. He grunted painfully as the mare's steps jarred him again.
 
He glared at his cousin in the distance. Take me to court will he? How can he even consider such an ungentlemanly action? His connections to trade have contaminated him. Lady Catherine is correct. I do wish she would agree to provide me with a solicitor to fight this simple recovery nonsense. He mopped his forehead again. But no, she cannot take the risk that her name will be associated with such common activities. I cannot afford to hire a man competent enough to defeat Phillips' efforts. I will find a way to keep this out of court. The fool will not listen to reason. He is forcing my hand. I will prevail.
 
He pulled the mare to a stop, the other men too far ahead for him to even hope to catch up. Bitterly, he pulled the horse around and turned back toward Longbourn. I will follow Lady Catherine's advice. But I haven't much time. I fear I am wearing out my welcome with my cousins. After what he has already done to me, I am certain he is not beyond throwing me out. He sighed, scanning the distance for his destination, grimacing when he realized that he was still quite a way from the stables. At least he will be out for the rest of the afternoon and I will have a little peace to contemplate how best to proceed.
 

"You have agreed to what!" Caroline shrieked, storming around her dressing room. "Is it not enough that you abandoned me this morning to visit these so called friends of yours? You should have been waiting for my arrival! You cannot imagine how mortified I was to finally reach the inn, but have no one there to greet me! I have never known you to be so inconsiderate! I do fear that these country manners have already begun to affect you both. You must reconsider this entire ill conceived notion of leasing an estate. You belong in town with me. Forget about this dinner and let us stay here among civilized company."
 
Charles and Louisa stood shoulder to shoulder near the doorway and rolled their eyes.
 
"No, that is not possible. We have already accepted their invitation!" Louisa protested.
 
"Then unaccept it. It is easy enough to do."
 
"The Bennets have graciously invited us to dine with them tonight. It was very considerate of them to include you." Charles crossed his arms over his chest. A courtesy you certainly do not deserve. "Whatever you decide, we will dine with them."
 
"You are far too naïve, Charles, You cannot possibly believe the invitation was in any way gracious." Caroline harrumphed, brushing a bit of imaginary dust from her dress. "It is obvious they are jealous of me."
 
"They are what? What kind of nonsense are you going on about?" She has finally gone mad!
 
"You said it is a family of young ladies. They know that I have been traveling all day, and I will be travel weary and not at my best. I have already heard that they have no dowries to speak of, so it is in their best interest to have me seen in the poorest possible light." She tossed her head flippantly. "As if there is anyone in this neighborhood who would be worth meeting!"
 
"Then stay here. We will offer your regrets," Louisa declared decisively. "There is no need for anyone to see you in your current state." I wish I did not have to.
 
Her sister whirled on her furiously. "I cannot believe what I just heard you say. It sounded as if you said I should stay here alone! My ears must be deceiving me."
 
"Not in the least. That is exactly what I said." Louisa dug her fingernails into her palms painfully. Mr. Bradley insisted this is what I must do! But she is such a harpy today. I do not know if I can do this!
 
"You must be joking! Stay here, alone? While you go out into society, such as it is here? Certainly not!" Caroline stamped her foot hard. I will not tolerate this!
 
"What exactly are you proposing then?" Charles demanded, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on Louisa's arm.Do not fear, I will not abandon you to her.
 
"Stay home where you belong, with me! I have no intention of going out tonight, so you must stay here with me." Caroline flounced into an overstuffed chair. "I do not mean to spend the evening alone."
 
"That is a dilemma to be sure," Charles shook his head. "For we will not be dining at Netherfield tonight." Is it possible that we will not have to endure her company tonight? "You can be sure that you will not be alone though. The house is fully staffed, and you can be assured that your needs will be well attended".
 
"Louisa, talk some sense into our brother! You cannot be set on this course as well?"
 
"Indeed I am. The Bennets are my friends…"
 
"Friends? Friends? You have been here a little more than a fortnight and a half and you think you have friends? You have never had friends, Louisa," she sneered. "They are nothing more than leeches, desperate for the influence of someone fashionable from London to bring interest to their drab little lives." She searched her reticule for a handkerchief. You must rid yourself of them as quickly as possible. I will help you with that. Already I do not like the influence they have had on you.
 
"How dare you, Caroline! They are the daughters of a gentleman, an advantage you cannot claim for yourself, I might remind you. They are ladies in the truest sense of the word…" Charles took a step closer to Caroline.
 
"These "ladies," as you call them, are in want of husbands. They have no dowries, and you, my brother, have a fortune. Quite an eligible catch in their eyes, I imagine. Guard yourself lest they trap you with their arts and allurements. I will not have our family polluted by such common chits!" She waved him off knowingly.
 
You are the one who pollutes our family with your poor manners, vile temperament, horrible prejudices, and insufferable self-centeredness. "I have heard enough, Caroline! Not another word!" Charles stood firmly erect. "Clearly traveling has gotten the better of your nerves. You are not fit for polite company. I will not have you insult our current neighbors the way you did our neighbors in town!"
 
"Of what are you accusing me?" Caroline half rose in her seat.
 
"Do you not recall Mrs. Harrison and her daughters?" Louisa softly replied. "Have you forgotten how you insulted them when they came to call?"
 
"I insulted them? No, Louisa, it was they who insulted me. Have you forgotten? Their manners were most appalling. I was doing them a favor by making them aware. " Caroline fanned her face furiously as she blushed hotly.
 
"No, we all know that is not true. Your insults led them to cut you at the concert, in full view of all your acquaintances. You were exposed for what you are, and no one wanted to continue keeping company with you. That is why you left London."
 
"You have quite the imagination!" She laughed thinly. "You were not even in town when I attended that concert!"
 
"Miss Whittingham wrote me and told me exactly what happened. She saw it all." Louisa frowned sadly.I will get nowhere with her. I am not going to argue anymore. The vicar told me that there was no point in arguing with an angry person. I can see he is right. "Stay here and rest tonight. The staff is well trained. You will be well cared for."
 
"I will not have you telling me what to do!" Caroline hissed. "Perhaps I will go and show these Bennets what a fashionable lady…"
 
"I will not have you insulting my friends or embarrassing Charles and me. Stay home, Caroline. When you are feeling like yourself again, you can join us when calling upon the neighborhood," Louisa declared firmly, then turned and left the room. Charles followed.
 
Caroline stared at the empty doorway, unable to believe what had just happened. I do not like what Mr. Darcy and these Bennets have done to them. They used to be such good siblings. I hardly recognize them now. This will not continue. I will bring them to their senses.
 
*PV 4:5

Ch 34:A Double minded man

Posted on 2010-12-25

Lizzy sat in her father's study, staring at several open ledgers. The room held many warm memories for her, with more being added as her father brought her into his world of management and planning. Though challenging, she relished the opportunity to tackle something so new. During his absence, Lizzy had worked at his desk, but the furniture was too large for her much smaller frame, her feet not reaching the floor when she sat in his chair. So, on his return, he moved a smaller desk into the room for her use. Since then, they often spent their evenings working side-by-side in companionable silence.
 
Restlessly, she turned the page, only to flip it back again a moment later, sighing. I cannot concentrate! This is ridiculous! Exhaling heavily, she looked up from her books and focused out the window into the distance. The late afternoon sun streamed into the room, lighting a faded patch on the carpet. A fluffy orange cat slept curled up in the sunbeam, stretching languidly and rolling over to expose his belly. Lizzy laughed softly as she rose to pet the creature. His loud purr comforted her agitated spirits. I will take Mr. Darcy's advice and speak with Papa as soon as he returns. I do not know what I will say, but I will let him know my concerns.
 
She heard a door open and shut loudly, and instinctively looked up, seeking the source of the disturbance. The cat jumped to his feet and dashed from the room, yowling protests at the commotion. Moments later, Collins appeared in the doorway. Without waiting for an invitation, he strode boldly into the study.
 
"Excuse me, Mr. Collins, but this is my father's bookroom. He permits few into this room. I fear he would be displeased to find you here. I must ask you to remove yourself until my father is here to meet with you himself." She stood in front of her desk, heart beating more rapidly.
 
"I think not, Cousin Elizabeth." Collins stepped closer to her. "Have you considered what I spoke to you of earlier?"
 
"I have, sir, and my answer remains unchanged. I must honor my father in this matter, and I ask that you do as well." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I must ask you again to leave this room! Your presence here alone with me is highly inappropriate."

"My dear Miss Elizabeth, your modesty, so far from doing you any disservice, rather adds to your other perfections. You would have indeed been less amiable in my eyes had there not been this little unwillingness." He smiled wryly, a lecherous glint in his eye as he leaned toward her. "Almost as soon as I entered the house I singled you out as the companion of my future life. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Lizzy's blood ran cold as the color drained from her face. Companion of your future life? I would not condemn a dog to such a fate! The only thing you ardently admire is the life of a gentleman that ownership of Longbourn would bring you. Her throat tightened as she tried to reply, stammering, "In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned." She stared at him intensely, her brow furrowed. "I have never desired your good opinion and have never knowingly done anything to seek it. Accept my thanks for the compliment you are paying me, I am very sensible of the honour of your proposals, but it is impossible for me to do otherwise than decline them. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to anyone. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration." She took a step backward, bumping into the desk. Quickly she side stepped, unconsciously keeping her escape route open.

He smiled and blinked as though not having heard her protest. Pressing a hand to his heart, he declared, "Before I am run away with by my feelings, I should state for you my reasons for choosing to marry. First, I am convinced it will add very greatly to my happiness." His eyes raked her body, leaving her feeling decidedly unclean. "Secondly, I think it a right thing for every clergyman in easy circumstances to set the example of matrimony in his parish. Moreover, it is the particular recommendation of the very noble lady, my patroness. I do not reckon the notice and kindness of Lady Catherine de Bourgh as among the least of the advantages in my power to offer."

I would certainly call it no advantage at all. "Upon my word, sir,'' cried Elizabeth, "your hope is an extraordinary one after my declaration. I am perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who would make you so."

"I am by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long,'' replied Mr. Collins, waving his hand dismissively as he reached for hers.

Lizzy shuddered, snatching her hand back. Lead me like a calf to slaughter! I would envy the animal's fate rather than follow you.

"I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.'' How charming that you believe you can escape me.

``Really, Mr. Collins,'' cried Elizabeth angrily, taking another step back, "you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have just said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in a way to convince you of its sincerity." Although a few things John Lucas taught me come to mind.

Collins' tone turned scornful. "You must understand that your fortune is so small as to be insignificant. That will, in all likelihood, negate all your other charms. I cannot imagine that you, nor your lovely sisters, will receive another offer of marriage. So, I must conclude that you cannot be serious in your rejection of me. What else am I to think but that you wish to increase my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females?" He quickly crossed the distance between them, backing her into the bookcase that lined the far wall.

A large volume fell to the floor with a loud thud. Lizzy drew a deep breath, balling her hands into fists. Squaring her shoulders, she clenched her jaw. "I thank you again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My father has strictly forbidden it…"

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes. "Your father is an old fool who has done nothing to care for his family. Has he not failed to provide a sufficient dowry for you and your sisters when it was in his capacity to do so? Has he not failed to bring you all out into London society to seek proper matches? Has he not allowed Longbourn to fall into such disrepair that it does not live up to its potential income so that when I inherit it, I will be materially harmed? This is the man that you insist on following? I offer you a home in the shadow of Rosings Park and an assurance of shelter and sustenance for your mother and sisters on his passing?" Collins growled furiously, his face turning blotchy red. "I had thought you a sensible woman, dear cousin."

She felt his hot breath on her face, the stench turned her stomach. "You will cease in your criticism of what you do not know! What know you of the care and love my father has shown us all? What know you of such things at all? You care only for yourself and your hopes for fortune. It sickens me that you should be a clergyman, for you fail in every regard to the task." She struggled from his grasp and tried to side step away from him, but found herself trapped in the corner. "My feelings in every respect forbid any form of union with you. Can I speak plainer? I will under no circumstances marry you."

"And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected?" He pressed still closer to her, his thick legs pressing hers into the shelves. Collins glanced over his shoulder. Where are the bloody servants? One should have walked in here to see this by now. He knocked another book crashing to the floor.

"You have reviled my most beloved father, insulted and criticized him in every possible way. Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted here." Her temper flared and her fiery eyes bore into him. "How can you call yourself a clergyman and yet counsel me to disobey and dishonor my good father? Have you no commitment to the principles that you teach? How can you defend such double-mindedness? In what imaginary act of friendship can you defend yourself? Under what misrepresentation do you continue to impose upon others? I pity the parish that is forced to suffer under your weakness of character.'' She roughly shoved him aside, whisking past him toward the door. "You could not have made me an offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.''

Collins whirled to face her, grabbing her hand and pulling her stumbling toward him.

"From the very beginning, from the first moment I may say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry," she hissed, heart racing wildly.

An evil smile crept across his face, revealing stained teeth. "You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings," Collins snapped. "But you seem under the delusion that they matter to me in the slightest. Since we are speaking plainly now, I will tell you I have no concern for your feelings one way or the other." He pulled her very close to him. "They do not matter, for you shall marry me."

"Never!" she spat, struggling.
 
Suddenly he grabbed her sleeve with his free hand and ripped her bodice. She shrieked. "Scream cousin, scream, bring in witnesses to this scene," he growled, pressing his face into hers to kiss her. Kicking him violently, she shrieked again as he twisted her arm painfully.
 
"Mr. Collins!" a familiar voice shouted, followed by the sound of pounding feet. A moment later, Mr.Gardiner yanked Collins off of Lizzy. "What are you doing with my daughter?" Bennet shouted, face flushed with rage.
 
"Good cousin," Collins' tone immediately shifted into his usual oily subservience. "I cannot imagine what you are thinking right now! Your lovely daughter tripped and, in my effort to rescue her, her dress was torn, as you can see. I realize her reputation is in jeopardy due to my carelessness. I can only offer my deepest apologies. I am prepared to make her an offer of marriage to preserve her good name, and that of her sisters." He smiled triumphantly, shaking away Gardiner's hands. "To assure you of the sincerity of my offer, we can discuss the details of the contract immediately if you wish."
 
"Father!" Lizzy exclaimed, opening her mouth to protest.
 
Pulling her into his chest, Bennet silenced her. "Not another word, Collins," he roared. "You will remove yourself from this house at first light tomorrow, and you will never set foot in Longbourn again. You are not welcome at dinner tonight, nor will you ever even be in the same room with any of my daughters again. If you make any attempt to speak with any of them, I will have you forcibly removed from this house, even if it is the middle of the night!"
 
"But I will marry her…" Collins stammered. "She must marry me! Look at her, she is indecent. No other will have her after this."
 
"Who will know of it, for it is only us here?" Mr. Gardiner countered angrily.
 
Collins whirled on Gardiner, sneering, "I will see to it that her indecorous behavior becomes well known."
 
"Silence! You do not know what you are talking about, you fool! You cannot damage her reputation without damaging your own. One word about my niece, and I shall have words with your bishop. He is a good friend of mine." Gardiner laughed as Collins' jaw dropped. "Oh yes, he deigns to rub shoulders with those tainted by trade. He will not respond favorably to such behavior in one of his vicars."
 
"Someone must speak sense to him. You have already deprived your daughters of enough fortune to make a good match. Would you now deny your wife of her home upon your death? I will certainly not have a charity case in my home." Collins quivered in rage.
 
Holding Lizzy more tightly, Mr. Bennet gritted his teeth. "You will not have Longbourn, Mr. Collins. Be assured of that. My wife will never look to you for anything, sir. I pity anyone who does. Get out of my sight before I decide to put you out now."
 
"I will see him to his room and insure that he stays there." Gardiner grabbed him by his upper arm and dragged him from the study as Collins protested loudly. He closed the door solidly as they left.
 
Bennet held his daughter for a long moment, shushing her as she tried to speak. "There is nothing you need say, Lizzy dear. I understand too well the kind of man he is. He imposed himself on you abominably, but it will not leave this house. I will speak with Hill immediately. I will not see you or your sisters harmed by that fool."
 
"I told him to leave your study and that he did not belong here. I tried to end the interview, Papa," she whispered into his shoulder. "He insisted that I should marry him. I could not dissuade him."
 
"I know, my dear. I know." Bennet sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I will not permit him to marry any of you under any circumstances, no matter what his machinations. Your Uncle Phillips and I will make this come out all right. Do not fear. I will see that fool out of our lives forever. I only wish I had been here before he could try to impose himself on you."
 
"It is not your fault. Who would expect such behavior from their own cousin? Who treats their own family with such contempt?" Lizzy pulled back to look in his eyes. "I am glad you are removing him from our home. I was going to speak to you this afternoon. The longer he has stayed with us, the more all of us have become uneasy around him, he… he frightens us, Papa."
 
He smiled wryly, "Does not your courage rise with every attempt to intimidate you?" He stroked her cheek tenderly and kissed her forehead. "Do not be afraid. He will be gone tomorrow. If my mother did not raise me as a gentleman, I would throw him out now, but it is too late for him to walk to Meryton before dark. I cannot turn such a helpless wretch of a man out that way. Just make sure all of you girls lock your doors tonight. Your uncle and I will stand watch with Hall. We will see to it that he does not trouble any of you again. I will not have you afraid in your own home ever again."
 
"Thank you. I will tell them. I know they will be as pleased as I am to hear it," she blinked back a tear, "especially after this afternoon. I should go to them, I know they must have heard the uproar and will be concerned."
 
He removed his coat and placed it over her shoulders. "Yes. Go upstairs and reassure your sisters that all is well. Then proceed and get yourself ready for dinner. Your friends are coming to join us, and there is no reason that you should not take the opportunity to fully enjoy yourself and put this unpleasantness out of your mind." With a warm squeeze of her shoulders, he turned her toward the door.
 
She paused, looking over her shoulder. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mr. Bradley and Mr. Pierce will be joining us as well, Mary invited them just this afternoon. I hope that is acceptable to you, and the thought of more company is not too taxing."
 
"I cannot say I am displeased to have their company. It will be nice to have another old man to join your uncle and me," Bennet laughed gently. After what I have just seen, I cannot imagine someone I would rather keep company with. He sighed as he watched Lizzy's retreat. We will be free from that odious toad. After tomorrow, we will never be troubled by his presence again.

Ch 35:Whom shall I fear?

Lizzy stood before her mirror, staring at her ruined dress. I am glad I was not wearing the green one I like so much. She laughed to hold back the tears that threatened. Mr. Darcy was right. I only wish I had been able to talk to Papa sooner. But he will be gone tomorrow. I must think on that. Perhaps Jane will be willing to invite Mary and Kitty to stay in our rooms with us tonight, and we can stay up all night talking! I fear I will not sleep so long as that man is still in our home. Lizzy shuddered at the memory of Collins' cold, clammy hands on her person. I know they are as uneasy as I am. We will keep company tonight, and rejoice seeing him off in the morning. With a sigh, she began undoing the many small buttons down her back.
 
This will not do! This will not do! She paced across the room. Suddenly angry, she pulled the torn gown from her shoulders, wadding it up in her hands. Her first instinct was to throw it into the fireplace, but there was no fire lit. Even so, a sobering thought stayed her hand. Is this not what I have always done, thrown away and refused to look at what has been difficult and uncomfortable? Surely I did that with Lydia's behavior, and in doing so, I only encouraged her to continue in it. I ignored Mary and Kitty because they made me uncomfortable and I did not wish to be troubled. How foolish was I to immerse myself in distractions that kept me from acknowledging what was going on around me. What did that accomplish?
 
Sighing, she released the dress from her grasp, allowing the wrinkles to fall from it. I cannot hide from this; not today. Only by facing what was going on around me have things become better. How grateful I am for Aunt Gardiner's and Mr. Bradley's sage advice.
 
So…I will give this gown to Kitty and ask her to pull it apart and remake it into something worth wearing. …And I shall remember what occurred this afternoon and learn from it, and make sure my sisters do as well. No, Mr. Collins, you shall not have Longbourn, nor shall you make me a prisoner of fear. I refuse to allow you to intimidate me. With a flourish, she snapped the dress in the air and laid it over the back of the small couch.
 
With renewed energy, she turned toward her wardrobe to select a dress for the evening. A moment later, she heard the bedroom door open and Jane's soft steps enter the room. Lizzy whirled anxiously, exhaling in relief when she recognized her sister. "Oh Jane! You frightened me!" she panted.
 
"I am sorry, Lizzy. I should have announced myself, even with the hall door locked," Jane apologized. She quickly took Lizzy's hand, "How are you faring? Will you be up to having guests tonight?"
 
"I admit I am still a bit uneasy, but I am well. I will be well. I will not allow that man to steal anything more from me, and he will certainly not steal this evening from me! Considering how little Papa cares for the company of those he has not had a long acquaintance with, can you believe that he has allowed us to invite them all tonight?" She laughed lightly. "What do you think of this dress?" She held up a pale blue gown.
 
Jane's eyes sparkled warmly. "The blue is lovely on you, to be sure, and the color is fashionable. But to be entirely honest, you look so much better in deeper colors like this." She held out a rich red dress.
 
"Are you sure this is not too much for the evening?"
 
"Absolutely. Not to mention when your Mr. Darcy sees you in it…."
 
"My Mr. Darcy! Jane, you sound like Kitty now! I have known him but three weeks! You can hardly call him my anything after so little time! Not to mention he has made no declarations…"
 
"Really, now? Rising at the break of dawn to traipse about the countryside in hopes of running into you is not declaring something?" Jane chided, helping Lizzy into her gown.
 
Immediately Lizzy's cheeks turned red, the blush extending to her shoulders. "Oh dear! I had no idea… Please, you must believe me, nothing…"
 
"Calm down, there is no need to be overwrought." Jane reached for a hairbrush. "I should not tease you now, I can tell. I am sorry. Do not worry, no one has seen anything, and I believe it only happy coincidence that you have encountered him on your morning walks. I suspected nothing. It was only when the colonel mentioned it to me that…"
 
"Colonel Fitzwilliam! Oh no! What must he think?" Lizzy dropped her face into her hands.After what Mr. Carver thought of us--and he was not the son of an earl! What have I done?
 
"Oh dear!" Jane draped her arm over her sister's shoulder. "He had only the highest approbation for you and his cousin, I assure you. Though he is a tease, to be sure, he is exceedingly fond of Mr. Darcy, and counts him as a brother. Perhaps you will consider it too forward of me, but I know he would forgive me for telling you that he is delighted to see the happiness you bring to his cousin. He would happily see you situated as mistress of Pemberley. He would do nothing to endanger your reputation and thus injure a most beloved cousin."
 
Looking up, an expression of relief in her eyes, Lizzy tried to smile. "I suppose…I really thought nothing of meeting him as we walked. Truly, there was nothing untoward in his manner. He is so much easier in the out of doors than he is in a parlor; the difference is striking. He is everything that is amiable and gentlemanly when we walk together. The more I talk with him, the more I believe that he is the best of men. Our minds are so similar."
 
The wistful look in her sister's eye troubled her. Returning to plaiting Lizzy's hair, Jane asked, "But there is something that still concerns you?"
 
"He is a gentleman of the first circles, the master of a great estate. I am just a country girl, how can I possibly aspire to a man such as him? I must understand that this can be nothing more than a harmless flirtation that will end with him exiting the neighborhood when he has finished being useful to his friend." Lizzy's chest tightened at the thought.
 
Jane carefully set the brush on the dressing table. "My dear, perceptive sister," she laughed, "you count yourself so wise at times, and yet you have missed so much. For all you have talked, there are indeed some important things about your Mr. Darcy that you do not know."
 
Lizzy's brows lifted in alarm.
 
"Most important among these things is what he aspires for in a wife. The colonel has told me of his aunt and uncle, that they were a couple who loved each other deeply. His Uncle Darcy had little use for the Ton or its whims. He was, at heart, a country gentleman who loved nothing more than his home and family. Who does that sound like?
 
Lizzy answered with a chuckle, "It sounds very much like our Papa."
 
"It does, does it not? The elder Mr. Darcy loved his wife and his children dearly. Now his son wants the life he saw his father having. He has no desire for an heiress of the first circles. He wants someone who will love the life he loves. A simple country girl may very well be the kind of woman he most desires."
 
"And your Colonel Fitzwilliam told you all this?"
 
"Yes, he did."
 
Lizzy rose to stare at her sister in the looking glass, poised over Jane's shoulder. "Could he have told you of Mr. Darcy's preferences as a means of revealing something more? I notice you did not deny that he was your Colonel."
 
It was Jane's turn to blush hotly. "Like your Mr. Darcy, he has made no declarations to me," she responded primly, tucking a stray curl into place. "But I must confess that I do like him very well indeed."
 
A sudden commotion from downstairs drew their attention. "It sounds like our guests have begun to arrive." They grinned at each other and, clasping hands, dashed for the door.
 
In the hallway, they met their father and uncle. "Jane, Lizzy, you look very well tonight," Mr. Bennet declared warmly.
 
"Your good father is quite correct," Mr. Gardiner agreed.
 
"Tell me, do the both of you still feel up to company after all that has transpired today?" Mr. Bennet sighed sadly, feeling the weight of the troubling events.
 
The girls glanced at each other before Lizzy answered, "That man has stolen enough today. I have no intention of allowing him to take any more from us. We are all very much looking forward to keeping company tonight. I believe it will help us to put today's uncomfortable events behind us. I am determined to only look at the past as it gives me pleasure."
 
"Where have you found wisdom beyond your years?" Mr. Bennet sighed.
 
"Your aunt would be proud of you all," Mr. Gardiner agreed.
 
The girls stepped up to kiss the cheeks of both men.
 
"That's the way to treat your old father," Mr. Bennet patted their hands. "Go on downstairs. Your uncle and I will join you in a moment."
 
They glided lightly down the stairs. A moment later, Collins appeared, dressed for dinner. Mr. Bennet scowled. "What exactly do you presume, Mr. Collins?"
 
"Is it not time to entertain your guests? Then dinner is to be served, if I am correct. You cannot expect me to remain above stairs. What would my fellow clergymen think of such an abominably rude display?" Collins straightened his lapel and moved to push past the two older men.
 
"I believe my brother made it quite clear to you that you were not welcome at dinner tonight," Mr. Gardiner growled. "Your unconscionable behavior toward my niece disqualifies you from keeping polite company."
 
Collins laughed dismissively, "You have greatly misunderstood me, sirs. But we can behave as civilized men here, can we not?"
 
"No, apparently you cannot," Mr. Bennet declared firmly. "I meant exactly what I said to you this afternoon. You are not welcome at my table. I will not permit you to be in the same room as any of my daughters again. I give you a choice - you may keep to your rooms tonight, or I will have my butler show you to the door right now. I will accept no other alternatives."
 
"This is unheard of, sir! I am your cousin, your family, you cannot…"
 
"I can and I will. You have already set the standard. I am only returning it to you in kind. Now return to your rooms or get out." Mr. Bennet crossed his arms over his chest and glowered.
 
Collins mumbled under his breath and shuffled back to his room. Mr. Bennet followed him and watched the door shut. He removed a key from his pocket and locked the door with a determined turn of the key. "That should persuade him to remain in his place," he muttered.
 
"Yes, it should," Mr. Gardiner agreed. "Now, let us go down and enjoy our guests. Tonight we have the rare privilege of being in intelligent and sympathetic company without concern for pleasing the fancies of society. We should not allow such an uncommon opportunity go to waste."
 
"You are correct. Mr. Collins' behavior brings up memories of what happened to Fanny…" Mr. Bennet's voice trailed off grimly.
 
Gripping his brother's forearm, Mr. Gardiner nodded. "I know. But you are protecting your daughters as my own father never did. Even when we brought our concerns about our uncle to him, he did nothing to protect my sisters. Fanny's tragedy was the result of his inaction. You are doing better by your own girls. I know that neither of us will sleep tonight, but we will see them safe. Perhaps that will allow you to put these ghosts to rest."
 

Mr. Pierce and Mr. Bradley were the first to arrive. The sisters gathered on the front steps to greet them, too impatient to await their formal announcement by the Longbourn staff.
 
"Mr. Bradley!" Mary was the first to his side, welcoming him like a much loved grandfather.
 
He took her hand and kissed it warmly. "Miss Mary!" He leaned in and whispered, "He told me. You have made him a very happy man this day. You both have my blessings, dear child."
 
She kissed his weathered cheek, blushing, "You are very welcome here, Mr. Bradley. My father has been looking forward to your company very much."
 
"Miss Mary," Mr. Pierce's deep, comforting voice interrupted, "you look most lovely this evening."
 
"Thank you, sir." She blushed deeply as he took her hand and kissed it softly.
 
"There is Mr. Bingley's carriage!" Kitty called, dancing down to the bottom of the stairs.
 
A few moments later, the carriage lurched to a stop and Mr. Bingley bounded out. He energetically handed his sister out and hurried to greet his hostesses. "Such lovely company, I do declare. I can hardly think of when I have been greeted by so many agreeable ladies. Were that every dinner party should begin so!" He beamed as he found Kitty suddenly at his side. "Miss Kitty," he bowed over her hand and kissed it shyly.
 
"Welcome, Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley…"
 
"Louisa, remember? Or have we returned to that formality once again?"
 
"Louisa," Kitty grinned, reaching for her friend's hand. "I am so glad you have come. How I have longed to have a dinner party. We have had practically no company at dinner since a very small party when Papa was gone to Kent. I must say it has been dreadfully dull. I am so pleased you have joined us!" She led them up the stairs into the house.
 
From the side of the carriage, Jane and Colonel Fitzwilliam watched their retreat.
 
"He certainly is an enthusiastic sort," Richard noted, shaking his head in bewilderment. "He reminds me of a pointer puppy I once had. Made a wonderful companion for my sister, but worthless as a hunter. He could not contain his bark, and was always jumping the gun!" He laughed warmly. "Do not get me wrong, Miss Bennet, he is a delightful fellow…"
 
"But quite eager, no? Have no worries, sir. I understand you perfectly. In many ways, he reminds me of my sister, full of good cheer and good thoughts toward everyone, but now always wholly effective in expressing it all," Jane replied demurely, a sedate smile in her eyes. "Please, do come in."
 
"I would like that very much." He offered her his arm and they mounted the stairs.
 
Lizzy and Darcy lingered as the carriage pulled away toward the stables.
 
"The clouds are gathering, sir. It looks like rain," she observed, looking into the distant sky, the gathering clouds glowing fiery red and orange in the setting sun.
 
"Indeed, you may be correct, Miss Elizabeth. The wind smells like rain." He glanced at her with a wistful laugh.
 
"You think it odd for us to be discussing the weather when this morning we debated Plato?" she challenged, her voice hardly above a whisper.
 
"You must own that it is somewhat odd."
 
"That a gentleman farmer should be attuned to the weather and concerned for its turning. No, sir, I can hardly account that as odd at all." Her twinkling eyes betrayed her mirth.
 
"And what am I, but a gentleman farmer." He laughed at the ironic truth of her statement. "I cannot say I have ever aspired to be more than that."
 
"You are a gentleman farmer, and I am a gentleman farmer's daughter…"
 
"So far we are equals." He offered her his arm.
 
Her breath hitched as she understood his subtle declaration. Jane was correct! A warm flush in her cheeks, she took his arm and entered the house.
 

Collins paced angrily in his room above stairs. From his window, he had watched the ladies of the house greet their guests. Those brazen little chits! How dare they put themselves forward in such a manner, and with Lady Catherine's nephews! The shame of it! I cannot believe Mr. Bennet would permit such behavior in his daughters! He should know better than to allow the girls to impose on men so far above themselves. Would these men pollute their families with such connections? No, this is not to be borne. No, it will not be. Lady Catherine will thank me for the service I render her this night.
 
His thoughts were interrupted by the squeal of a door opening. Laden with a tray, the young maid pushed open the servant's door. "The master ordered a tray be brought for you, sir," she muttered, eyes down.
 
Collins sneered at her. "Finish your business and make it quick," he snapped with greater annoyance than he felt.
 
"Yes, sir," she stammered. Her shaking hands rattled the glassware on the tray.
 
"Stupid fool! You will break the crystal! Have a care! Have a care!" He stepped toward the maid who was now nearly in tears. "If you break anything, I will cut the cane for the housekeeper myself!"
 
She juggled the tray slightly and finally set it to rest on a small table. "Hill don't beat the staff," she muttered angrily. "The Bennets won't 'ave it."
 
Collins grabbed her arm and yanked her to him, "Then I will do it myself! Out with you! Do not return. You may collect the tray tomorrow when I am not in my rooms. If I see you again, I will be sure to make you pay for your insolence myself." He whirled her about and shoved her toward the servant's door. She ran through it and scurried away. He heard her footsteps running down the narrow corridor. A thin smile broke out as he tested the doorknob. In her haste and discomfiture, the maid had failed to lock the door.
 

Below stairs, a merry party formed. The parlor was filled with a large group of friends who listened as Colonel Fitzwilliam regaled them with stories of the young officers he had been called upon to train during his last tour of duty.
 
"I must say, Colonel," Bingley laughed, "the way you tell it, the Army is far more entertaining than most dinner parties I have attended." He grinned at Kitty.
 
"I assure you, that is simply the positive nature of my cousin coming through," Darcy cut in quickly. "He has had much experience in refining his tales for the polite drawing room his mother, Lady Matlock, insists upon. His experiences have been far from fitting for civilized company." He looked at Fitzwilliam with an expression of great compassion. Richard returned it with a look of gratitude.
 
Both Bradley and Lizzy watched the interplay between the cousins closely, seeing how much it revealed about both men. Mr. Bennet noticed Lizzy's attentions toward Mr. Darcy, only slightly surprised at the warmth in his daughter's eyes. Bradley approves of him, says he's a worthy young man. I trust his judgment. Bradley is not a man to suffer fools gladly. Nor is my daughter. His cousin is a good man as well, but he has seen hard days. Jane's quiet nature soothes him. He turned his eyes to his eldest daughter, seated beside the officer. I believe she fancies his self-assurance. He is quite different from those young pups that have come sniffing after her, wet behind the ears and barely weaned from their mamas. None of them lit her eyes the way he does. He sighed wistfully. I knew I would lose them one day. But is it fair to lose them all at once? Looking at Pierce, I can see he is waiting to have words with me concerning Mary. He's been fond of her for quite some time, but the last two months seem to have solidified his interest. If the look on her face is any indication, she returns it. Perhaps Kitty will encourage Bingley to continue on at Netherfield. She has become such a different girl with her sisters' attention. Bingley's high spirits suit her well.
 
He glanced at his brother and sighed. Mr. Gardiner nodded wistfully, clearly guessing Mr. Bennet's thoughts. Leaning across the small table that separated them, Mr. Gardiner patted his brother's shoulder. "You knew it would come. At least they are all worthy men. Fanny will be beside herself with joy," he whispered.
 
"Once Collins is gone, we will write Madeline and ask if she feels Fanny is strong enough to return. She should not miss this time with her girls."
 
"That is a splendid idea. I am sure you miss her."
 
"I do," Mr. Bennet smiled softly, "I do."
 
The laughter and congenial conversation continued until Hill indicated to Mr. Bennet that dinner was ready to serve. He rose and offered his arm to Miss Bingley, and escorted her to the dining room. Couples formed and exited the parlor with Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Bradley bringing up the rear.
 

Mrs. Bennet prided herself on setting a fine table. Even in her absence, her staff and daughters did her proud. The Colonel proclaimed it the finest meal he had enjoyed since he left his own mother's table. Bingley heartily agreed, though Mr. Bennet secretly suspected he would have agreed with any praise of his daughters. That alone was enough to endear him to his host.
 
Bradley compared the white soup to that served at Pemberley, and Darcy agreed. Fitzwilliam declared that high praise indeed, given Darcy's highly discriminating palate.
 
"It is a shame that Caroline could not be with us tonight," Louisa remarked amidst sips of the rich soup. "She does so enjoy a good white soup."
 
"Might I inquire if she is well this night?" Mr. Bennet asked, "I have heard much of your sister, and must confess to my disappointment in her absence." His brows rose with a touch of sarcasm.
 
"She was far too tired from her travels to perform well in company," Bingley smoothly answered, unflustered by his host's pointed humor. "We strongly recommended that she remain behind so that she could rest and regain herself. She has never been one to travel with equanimity. Even as a child, she found it quite taxing."
 
"I remember when you both visited me at Pemberley," Darcy agreed, "it was several days before she was sufficiently recovered to leave her rooms."
 
I know he means to be encouraging, but I hate to be reminded of her then. She was dreadful! But I suppose it was not so different from how she has always been. Bingley felt the blush rising on his cheeks.
 
"Well, I suppose we shall just have to have you all to dinner again when Miss Caroline is fully recovered," Jane quickly offered, recognizing Bingley's distress.
 
"Hear hear! That is a capital idea." Fitzwilliam raised his glass, toasting the suggestion. The other guests followed suit.
 
The meal progressed in the same vein with polite manners and intelligent conversation all around. Finally Mr. Bennet recommended that the gentleman withdraw with him to his study and the ladies to the drawing room. Jane led the ladies away as the men watched. They then followed Mr. Bennet to his sanctum.
 
Once there, they quickly dispersed, Darcy to examine the bookshelves, the colonel and Bingley to a friendly game of chess, Gardiner and Bradley went to converse near the fireplace, leaving Pierce a moment with Mr. Bennet. Without a word, his host went to his brandy bottle and offered his guest a glass. Pierce accepted it with a thoughtful glance around the room.
 
The young curate smiled to himself and shrugged his shoulders. I am among friends here. If I cannot find strength in this place, then there is indeed no hope for me. With a deep breath, he began, "I had hoped to have a moment to speak with you, sir."
 
"Well I hope it is not a private audience you desired, Mr. Pierce, for there will be little of that tonight." Mr. Bennet lifted his brow sardonically.
 
"I can see that, sir. But I believe you know well enough what I am here about, and if there were indeed a need for privacy, you would not have allowed me even this much opportunity." Pierce raised his glass to his host with a matching expression.
 
"You presume a great deal, young man," he laughed. "Just what business do you have with me?"
 
"You cannot have failed to notice my preference for your daughter, Miss Mary. I…" his heart caught in his throat, "I would like for your permission to court her." He held his breath without realizing it.
 
"Court her! That is astonishing, Mr. Pierce. The way I saw you looking at her this evening, I felt certain that you would be asking for her hand tonight." He cocked his head toward Pierce and nodded at the men behind him whose attention had now been riveted on the soft conversation.
 
For a moment, Pierce was dumbstruck, uncertain of how to respond. Finally he composed himself to say, "I would certainly ask for her hand if I could, but I am still but a curate, I have little to offer her. The only settlement I could offer today would not be a fitting one for a woman such as your daughter." Though his tone was somber, he winked at Bradley over Bennet's shoulder.
 
"I see, that is indeed a quandary," Bennet smoothly replied.
 
Bradley cleared his throat loudly, turning all attention to himself. "I believe my young friend underestimates his value, Mr. Bennet."
 
"Indeed, how is that?" Mr. Bennet stepped toward the vicar, settling himself in the empty chair next to him.
 
"If he will take my offer, you are speaking to the next vicar of the Kympton living in Derbyshire," Bradley gazed intently at Pierce.
 
"Indeed. I was not aware that it was in your power to decide such things, sir." Mr. Bennet leaned his chin on his fist, waiting for explanation.
 
Darcy turned from the bookcase to join the conversation. "Ordinarily, that is true, Mr. Bennet," he began, coming to stand behind Bradley's seat. "But in this case, he is quite correct."
 
"Well go on. With an opening like that, you can hardly expect me to be satisfied with anything less than the whole story." If you are going to keep up with my Lizzy, you will have to be able to stand such an interrogation. She will not tolerate prevarication by anyone.
 
"It took me a long while to convince Mr. Bradley to become my vicar. Part of our agreement was that he would be able to choose his successor and train him during his lifetime. I have promised to accept his choice and install that man as vicar when the time comes. In the meantime, Mr. Bradley's curate will have use of a manse that was built for Mr. Bradley by my good father during his curacy. He will be well treated, as was his predecessor," Darcy and Bradley shared a warm smile.
 
"Mr. Darcy, like his father, is a man of his word, Mr. Pierce and Mr. Bennet. It will be done as he promises. The Darcy family has a legacy of generosity to their clergy," Bradley affirmed, the look in his eye speaking more than his words.
 
Mr. Bennet screwed his lips into a thoughtful expression. "Well, I suppose there is only one thing for me to say after such a declaration." He cast his steely gaze on Pierce. "Do you plan to accept his offer? And, if so, do you wish to change your question to me?"
 
Pierce stared in stunned silence for a moment. Finally he composed himself and squared his shoulders. He glanced around the room at the encouraging faces that met him. How unconventional to ask for my beloved's hand from her father in the presence of so many. But these are the men who will be my future family. I am sure of it. My brothers, my uncle, my fathers… He glanced at Bradley, who blinked and nodded his approval. Pierce felt a hard lump in his throat. "Sir, I do wish to accept Mr. Bradley's kind offer, and I would like to ask your permission to ask your daughter, Miss Mary, for her hand in marriage."
 
Finally Mr. Bennet smiled, "I congratulate you on your boldness, sir. Not many men have the heart to ask such a question in the presence of so large an audience. There are few men I can tolerate with equanimity, but I believe you may be one of them." Seeing the still uneasy look on Pierce's face, he took pity on the younger man and clapped his shoulder.
 
"Thank you, sir," Pierce finally began to breathe again and reached to shake Mr. Bennet's hand. Soon he was surrounded by congratulations and well wishes on all sides.
 
Finally Mr. Bennet captured their attention once more. "It seems a good time to rejoin the ladies. The girls have no secrets among themselves, I am certain. They will immediately see Mary's joy and wish to share it with her. So I will bring this," he held up his crystal decanter, "and offer a toast to our courting, but not yet engaged, couple." They all laughed and followed their host to the parlor.
 
As the men entered the room, Mary immediately sought her beau's eyes. One glance spoke all she needed, and her eyes lit with delight. As predicted, her sisters were closely watching, and Kitty let out a squeal of glee and rushed to embrace her older sister. "I am so happy for you!" she whispered in Mary's ear.
 
Blushing, Pierce made his way to Mary's side. Gallantly he took her hand and lifted it to his lips to kiss it gently.
 
"Hear, hear!" Bingley cried, applauding. The others followed his lead, congratulating the not-yet couple's joy.
 
"But we are not yet engaged," Mary protested, confused.
 
"You are surrounded by friends who love you, and they have enough faith that you soon will be, that they are free to wish you joy," Bradley explained, his eyes moist. "Such moments are incredibly rare and precious. Enjoy it, Miss Mary. It is certainly time for you to be at the center of such a one."
 
Tears stung Mary's eyes as she scanned the room full of happy faces and loving support, joy overwhelming her. She turned to see her father at her side, and stretched on tip toe to kiss his cheek. She turned to Mr. Bradley and did the same. "I am so very very happy."
 
"Play us a song, Mr. Bradley!" Mr. Gardiner cried, retrieving an old violin from a cabinet near the fireplace. The girls all looked surprised to see the instrument. "I see you did not know that your mother once played this instrument. I do not believe she has touched it since Jane was born. But it is high time that it be played once again."
 
Modestly, Bradley took the instrument. Encouraged by Darcy's smile, he tuned the violin against the pianoforte and began to play a lively tune. He played two more pieces, encouraging his audience to sing along. Then he played a duet with Mary, to the delight of all their listeners. Finally tired, he invited the ladies to exhibit their talents.
 
Somewhere in the middle of Louisa's polished performance, a deafening crack of thunder rattled the windows. The ladies screamed, startled, then giggled. A moment later, huge raindrops began pelting the windows. The storm increased in intensity until the pounding rain obscured all vision.
 
"Oh dear!" Jane exclaimed. "However will you make it back home in this weather?"
 
Her father came to stand beside her, laying a warm hand on her arm. "They cannot go home in this weather, my dear." He raised his voice slightly. "It seems the caprice of the weather is upon us, and the night is not fit for a dog to traverse through. May I extend the hospitality of Longbourn to you all for the night?"
 
"Oh yes, Papa!" Kitty squealed, catching Louisa's hands in hers. "You must stay in my room with me! It will be such fun… We can invite my sisters to join us…"
 
"Will that please them?" Louisa asked timidly.
 
"Indeed it will! It is ever so much fun. We do it often. Please say you will!"
 
Bingley watched Kitty's exuberance with a lump in his throat. What a dear friend she is to Louisa. Louisa needs this so, especially after what Caroline had to say this afternoon. Kitty glanced up at him and smiled. He beamed at her, sighing happily. "Thank you so much for your gracious invitation. My sister and I will be delighted to accept."
 
Glancing at Jane, Fitzwilliam declared, "Since we shared a carriage with the Bingleys, I suppose their acceptance insures our own."
 
"You are free to walk if you will, cousin," Darcy countered, his eyes twinkling. "An army man like you can hardly mind such a little thing as the weather.
 
"Retired, cousin, retired. That is the significant point to be remembered. My days of tromping about in the rain are over, if I have any say in the matter!" He laughed heartily. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Bennet. I shall enjoy spending a nice dry evening amongst this delightful company."
 
"And you, sirs?" Mr. Bennet turned to Pierce and Bradley.
 
"My mother raised no fools, sir!" Bradley chuckled. "These old bones will be grateful to stay warm and dry tonight!"
 
Mr. Bennet breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Though company generally makes me uneasy, tonight, of all nights, I am grateful for the intrusion. I still doubt I will sleep, but my heart will rest easier. I know Edward's threat cut Collins to the core, but the presence of Mr. Darcy's vicar in the house, to witness any dubious behavior, will surely stay his hand. The toad will certainly be unwilling to risk an unfavorable report reaching his patroness' ears. He settled back in his chair to enjoy the fellowship of the company around him, an uncommon feeling of warmth suffusing his being.

Ch 36: Keep me safe, O God*

Posted on 2011-01-02

Well into the small hours of the morning, the merry party continued in the parlor. The violent storm still pelted the windows with rain, and the powerful winds rushed, but they were easily ignored in the comforts of warm fellowship. Finally though, with most of the party yawning deeply, it was necessary for all to retire.
 
"I am afraid we rarely entertain such large parties," Mr. Bennet apologized awkwardly. "So we will have to make some accommodations for everyone."
 
"Oh, Papa," Kitty cried excitedly, "I believe we already have the problem solved."
 
"Indeed?" Mr. Bennet raised his brows, a touch of amusement in his voice. "Well do not keep us in suspense, dear girl. Allow us all to share in this intelligence."
 
Blushing, Kitty giggled. "We girls," she glanced at her sisters, "can double up in Mary's room and in mine, so that we may speak a bit more yet tonight. Since Lydia and I share my room, there is plenty of space for five of us in the two chambers."
 
"Since Jane's room and mine share the dressing room, we thought that Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Pierce might make use of our rooms so that they might have a bit more space between them," Lizzy offered a little uneasily. I hope I have not been too improper suggesting Mr. Darcy stay in my room.
 
Darcy and Richard exchanged surprised looks, each swallowing hard at hearing the prospect they had not earlier considered. Sleep in Lizzy's bed! Gracious, what a thought. I do not believe I can do such a thing, despite all issues of propriety being resolved. Surely I cannot! Darcy felt a flush rising up his neck.
 
"Mr. Bradley," Mr. Gardiner turned toward the vicar, "if you are willing, you may double up with me tonight. We are both early risers. We might use those hours to reminisce over old times whilst the younger crowd sleeps the morning away."
 
"Thank you, Edward," Bradley smiled warmly, "I would enjoy that very much. Although I suspect there are some stories you would prefer were not recounted among so many witnesses." He laughed knowingly, an eyebrow lifting.
 
Gardiner chuckled. "You can hardly expect me to own such a motive now can you?"
 
"Well, I suppose then, my dilemma is solved with very little trouble to me!" Mr. Bennet laughed, yawning. "I will escort the ladies above stairs to prepare their rooms for company and retrieve their necessities. I shall return shortly when it is safe for the rest of us." He laughed, sharing a knowing look with his brother. Mr. Gardiner nodded somberly.
 
I wonder what is afoot? Bradley glanced about the room. Their cousin Collins did not attend us at dinner tonight, and no mention was made of him. There is something not right. I think Edward and I are going to have a long talk yet tonight.
 
Mr. Bennet led the way up the stairs, his eyes scanning the hall for any evidence of unwanted company. Satisfied, he took a candle from the hall and lit the lights in Jane's room first, then Lizzy's, leaving each door carefully open. He moved on to their dressing room, surveying it carefully before pronouncing it satisfactory. He nodded briefly at his eldest daughters, dismissing them to retrieve their needs from their rooms.
 
He moved to Mary's room, then Kitty's, studying them carefully. "I suppose you would like this door kept open," he laughed as he propped the door between the adjoining rooms open. "Why do I suspect that you will get little rest tonight, despite the fact I know you are well past the time you should be sleeping!"
 
Kitty reached up and kissed her father's cheek, "Indeed, Papa, it is so. And I suspect you will indulge us tonight, as you so often indulged us as little girls!"
 
He sighed heavily, the warmth in his eyes betraying him. "Ahh, you know your old father far too well, child. Enjoy yourselves, my dear. It has been a long time since you have indulged so." Lizzy and Jane returned, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Well then, girls, Miss Bingley, I will bid you good night and escort the gentlemen to their rooms for the evening." He nodded at them and began to walk out the door. Before leaving, he paused a moment to whisper in Lizzy's ear, "Remember, child, lock the doors. Mr. Hall will be in the corridor for the first few hours tonight, then your uncle will take watch, then I will. Rest assured, nothing will happen before we remove your cousin from our company." With that he left.
 
Lizzy and Jane rushed to the doors, laughing as they turned the keys. "Now we are safe from all their gentlemanly seriousness!" Lizzy joked, though her sister recognized that her eyes were entirely too solemn.
 
"What fun we shall have!" Kitty exclaimed, giggling like a young girl. She dashed to the wardrobe and threw open the doors. "I must show you what I just finished! I put pin tucks in the ribbon along the sleeves. It took me ever so long to finish, but it is so beautiful!"
 
"Well do not keep us in suspense!" Louisa insisted, dropping on to the bed. "You have only been telling me about it for a week now. I simply must see it!"
 

Mr. Bennet led the rest of his company to their rooms just a few minutes later. After the gentlemen were settled in, he summoned Hall. The butler had been dismissed earlier in the evening to get a few hours of sleep. Now he was commissioned to keep watch over the girls while their father and uncle slept the few remaining hours until dawn. Finally the hallway was empty of all but the butler and his master.
 
"All right then, I believe it is time for me to retire as well," Mr. Bennet remarked. "If you have any concerns at all, Hall, wake me. Do not give it a second thought."
 
"Yes, sir," he replied energetically. "I am honored to keep watch over the Miss Bennets tonight."
 
Mr. Bennet nodded and removed himself to his rooms.
 

Collins paced nervously across his room, the light of the single candle flickering dimly. The waning flame cast uneasy shadows that danced across the walls. Occasional flashes of lightning washed out the shadows, bathing the room in an unearthly eerie blue. The ensuing thunder rattled the windows and shook the walls.
 
Surely they must all sleep sometime! How long have they been talking and giggling! How unseemly is their behavior. They are not little girls! I am ashamed that any relation of mine could behave so. It will be a relief to finally leave this place. How will I endure having one of them as a wife? He jumped nervously as thunder crashed in the background. At least Miss Elizabeth is pleasant enough to look at. That is some consolation. But when I bring her to Hunsford, she will learn what is expected of a proper clergyman's wife. And she will conform. She will regret her treatment of me at the assembly. She will learn the meaning of submission and respect.
 
He strode briskly to his door and pressed his ear against the wood. Finally! There is silence. With determined purpose, he took up the candlestick and pushed open the servants' door. He smiled darkly as the unlit passage was revealed. Carefully closing the door behind him, he paused a moment to allow his eyes to acclimate to his new environs, dim shadows planning along the dusty walls. Now, which way? He screwed his eyes shut trying to recall the layout of the house. Clucking his tongue softly, he turned to the right and began counting doors. Finally he arrived at his destination.
 
His heart pounded and his breath came short. Lady Catherine will thank me for the sacrifice I am making for her honor. He held his breath as he pushed the plain servant's door open. The hinges creaked softly and he cringed. The vicar stood rigid, waiting, but heard nothing except slow steady breathing. Collins softly released the air from his lungs as he tiptoed into the room.
 
His candle was nearly a stub now, barely casting enough light to see where his feet fell, but he made his way to the bedside without disaster. Looking over the sleeping form in the bed, back turned to him, he licked his lips. You will be mine, cousin. He sat boldly on the bedside and reached for the sleeper's chest, expecting his hand to meet soft femininity. To his great dismay, he met the hard planes of a very masculine chest. Collins gasped.
 
"Bloody sod!" Fitzwilliam swore, still half asleep as he bolted upright in bed.
 
Collins jumped and cried out, dropping the candle. The weak glow touched his nightshirt, and it blossomed into flame.
 
"Good God!" Fitzwilliam shouted as he recognized the situation. "Fire! Fire!"
 
Immediately, Darcy jumped from the chair in which he slept. "What's wrong? Where's the… " His eyes focused on the parson. "Fire! Fire!"
 
Panicked, Collins beat at his blazing night shirt and ran from the two unexpected occupants of the room. Throwing himself through the door, he encountered Bingley and Pierce in the hallway. Collins screamed in fear and pain and turn to run the opposite direction.
 
"Fire!" Hall shouted, springing from his chair. He dashed for the girls' rooms, pounding on every door along the way.
 
Blanket in hand, Darcy emerged and rushed towards Collins, but the terrified parson ran from his would be rescuer, bits of flaming cloth falling from his body as he ran. The carpet and nearby drapes burst into flames. "Stop! Do not run!" Darcy yelled, to no avail and Collins turned to run the opposite way again.
 
Bingley and Pierce moved to cut Collins off. But he evaded them, only to run through the tall window at the end of the hall. He fell, screaming, to the ground below.
 
A blast of chilling wind suddenly blew through the hall, fanning the flames into greater life. The corridor glowed with an eerie orange. Darcy turned to attack the fames with the blanket in his hands. A moment later, he was joined by his cousin.
 
Gardiner's door opened to reveal a panicked face. "Bradley's hurt! He tripped. I think his leg is broken!"
 
Lizzy and the other ladies poured into the passageway.
 
"Bingley, Pierce, help Bradley out of here!" the colonel ordered, smoothly, taking charge.
 
"Mary, get Louisa and Kitty out of here. Jane, go wake Hill and get the servants out!" Lizzy exclaimed, rushing for another blanket. Jane rushed to the stairs.
 
Suddenly Mr. Bennet appeared, "Girls, get out of here! Hall, get them out!" He began to choke on the smoke and stumbled. A moment later, his own night shirt was ablaze.
 
"Papa!" Lizzy shrieked, rushing toward him with a blanket. She threw it over him and worked to smother the flames.
 
A moment later, Darcy was at her side. "Elizabeth!" Darcy hissed, "Please get out!" He rushed to wrap her father in the heavy blanket he carried. The flames finally smothered, he pressed Mr. Bennet toward his daughter, "Help your father out!"
 
Lizzy could not argue. With her uncle's help, she assisted her father down the stairs and out the front door.
 
Once outside, Lizzy immediately searched through the moonlight and drizzle to find her sisters. Jane stood in a knot of servants. Some distance away, Mary knelt beside Mr. Bradley, assessing his injuries. Lizzy guided her father to Mary and left him in her care.
 
Pierce and Bingley immediately confronted her. "Is everyone out? Can you tell if anyone is missing?"
 
"It looks like Jane has all the servants with her. Mary and Kitty are there with the injured. Mr. Darcy and his cousin remain inside fighting the fire. Only Mr. Collins is still missing."
 
"Where is the nearest source of water?" Bingley demanded.
 
Pausing a moment to think, Lizzy's eyes widened. "The rose garden! Mother had a cistern dug there!"
 
"Yes, I know it!" Pierce exclaimed, rushing away.
 
"The stable! There are large sacks there, I am sure they are already wet!" Lizzy stammered.
 
"Of course!" Bingley nodded and ran for the stables.
 
Looking up, Lizzy saw the eerie glow in the second story windows, smoke pouring from the broken window. She choked on a stifled sob.
 

Inside, Darcy and Fitzwilliam valiantly fought the blaze, beating the growing flames down with the heavy woolen blankets, coughing and choking on the smoke. Moments later, they were joined by Bingley and two stable boys, laden down with heavy wet sacks. With renewed vigor, they attacked the fire, finally gaining headway against it with their new weapons.
 
The Bennets' tenants began to arrive, alerted by one of Netherfield's grooms that had come with Bingley's party. Near the cistern, Mr. Clay organized his sons to fill and carry buckets. Minutes later, Pierce led a group in carrying vessels filled with water. They added their efforts to the others already working to subdue the fire, and began to advance against the conflagration. As the minutes slowly passed, other tenants, both of Longbourn and Netherfield, arrived to assist in the efforts. Finally, hours later, as the sun peeked over the horizon, they emerged from Longbourn, sweaty and weary, but successful in their efforts.
 
Darcy found Elizabeth immediately at his side. She looked up at him, the concern evident in her eyes as he gave her a quick rundown of the situation. "It is done. The fire is out. I do not believe that the structure of the house itself was damaged. We will have to examine it carefully in the light of day. It is my expectation that the damage can be recovered."
 
"Thank you, sir, for all you have done for us," she whispered hoarsely. Forgetting herself for just a moment, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her cheek.
 
"I am truly pleased to be of service to you," Darcy replied, a sudden energy cutting through his exhaustion. "How many were injured?"
 
"Your vicar. We believe his leg is broken. My father suffers burns and a twisted ankle. Louisa… Miss Bingley cut her arm badly on broken glass. Betsy, a maid has some burns as well. Those seem to be the most severe injuries. There may be one or two others, but none very serious. We have been very lucky indeed."
 
A grim expression haunted her eyes and compelled him to ask, "What of Mr. Collins?"
 
Lizzy swallowed hard, shaking her head. "He was not welcome at dinner…" She turned away.
 
Unguarded in his weariness, Darcy caught her upper arm, "Did he try to harm you?" She tried to pull away. "Elizabeth! Tell me!"
 
"Before my father returned… I was in his study waiting for him, to speak to him as you counseled me; but Mr. Collins arrived instead. He renewed his offer to me, quite forcefully. Uncle Gardiner and Papa arrived before he…"
 
A dangerous glimmer flared in Darcy's eyes. "If he imposed himself on you…"
 
Lizzy shook her head. Pulling Darcy by the hand, she led him around the side of the house, she pointed to a dark heap lying in a puddle, on the ground. "It no longer matters," she whispered, pushing him toward the mysterious mass.
 
Darcy stepped forward, the puddle splashing under his still bare feet. Cautiously, he knelt, squinting in the still dim dawning light. His brows furrowed as he reached out to touch it. Finally, he realized it was a human form and he rolled it over. Staring up at him with empty, lifeless eyes was Collins, his throat slashed by a large shard of glass still embedded in his neck.
 
He suddenly realized the red glow of the puddle was not the dawn's light, but blood. His gut knotted and he tasted bile. Darcy felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw his cousin's weary face. "He is dead."
 
"Several times over by the looks of it," Fitzwilliam murmured as he hunkered down beside Darcy to examine the body. "I would wager he broke his neck in the fall."
 
"He may have drowned as he was face down in the puddle." Darcy reached out to touch the standing water, leaving tiny ripples in the pool.
 
"Even if he survived all that, he certainly could not have walked away with this." The colonel flicked the glass shard. "After what he just did, I cannot say this is not fitting."
 
"It is not for us to make such judgments," Darcy muttered softly. He glanced up at Lizzy, whose arms were wrapped protectively around her sides. "But I will confess that I am relieved." He pushed himself to his feet, wiping his hands on his shirt. "You should not be looking at such a sight, Miss Elizabeth, it is certainly not fit for a lady's eyes."
 
Fitzwilliam followed suit. "My cousin is correct. Leave him. I will tell the grooms to put the body in the barn until a decision can be made what is to be done with it. I hope that is agreeable to you, Miss Elizabeth. I understand he is your cousin…"
 
"No, no," Lizzy protested, suddenly choked with tears, "let it be done as you suggest, sir. I cannot thank you both enough for all you have done this night."
 
Unable to answer, Darcy simply took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. She smiled up at him, the enormity of recent events crashing down upon her.
 
"Madam, Bingley has arranged for your family, your guests and the injured servants to remove to Netherfield. There is nothing more to be done for now." Fitzwilliam raked the matted hair back from his face.
 
Lizzy sighed heavily, "I cannot say how much I appreciate his hospitality to us all."
 
Together they walked to the waiting carriage. Jane peered out from the dark interior. "Mary and Mr. Pierce have gone ahead with Louisa, Mr. Bradley and Papa. Kitty and Uncle Gardiner followed them with Betsy and Mr. Hall, who were both burned trying to quench the flames. Mrs. Hill has made me promise to get you to Netherfield. She will manage here for now."
 
"And you, Jane, are you well?" Elizabeth asked softly.
 
"As much as can be expected, Lizzy, but I am uninjured. Have you found…"
 
"He died in the fall," Fitzwilliam quickly replied. "I have instructed the grooms to take care of the remains."
 
Jane sat back heavily in her seat and drew a shuddering breath. "I see. Shall we go, Lizzy?"
 
Lizzy looked over her shoulder at the house she had always called home. Several windows were broken and some smoke still flowed from them. Large soot stains marred the stone work, insulting the usually cheerful appearance of the house. A deep sadness descending upon her. She sighed and allowed Darcy to hand her into the carriage. Once inside, she became aware of her bare feet and thin nightdress. She shivered in the night air. A moment later, Fitzwilliam dropped a warm rug over her and Jane, firmly tucking them in. From the corner of her eye, she thought she saw him squeeze Jane's hand.
 
"Drive on," Darcy called, settling in beside his cousin. Slowly the carriage pulled away from Longbourn, its wheels crunching wetly on the road toward Netherfield.
 
*PS 16:1

Ch 37: It pleases the eyes to see the sun*

A weary and bedraggled party pulled up to the steps of Netherfield as the last rosy rays of dawn were chased away by the golden light of morning. Though they had all left Longbourn at different times, somehow the parties had managed to converge on the road, allowing them to arrive together. Netherfield's staff was already outside to greet them, having already received word of their impending arrival from a groom who had been sent ahead. Mrs. Lance, the stout figured housekeeper, rushed down the steps to meet them.
 
"I had the maids immediately at work preparing rooms and bath water as soon as you sent word, sir," she rushed to tell Bingley as he stepped out of his coach. "I am afraid the rooms are not as ready as we would like, but they are serviceable…"
 
"I am certain they will be fine. I appreciate all you have done on such short notice." Bingley tried to force a smile.
 
"Begging your pardon, sir, if I might ask…"
 
"The injuries were all relatively minor, we believe. With the exception of the Bennets' cousin, Mr. Collins. I am afraid he is dead."
 
The housekeeper nodded somberly. "I sent for the doctor. I hope that was…"
 
"Excellently done, Mrs. Lance; truly capital." He tried to muster enthusiasm into his compliment, but could find none. "I am afraid I must cut this interview short, though. None of us has had any rest at all. We are bone weary, and filthy to boot. I believe all that we desire right now is to be clean and to sleep."
 
"Of course, sir. We can show your guests to their rooms immediately, and they can call for water as they need. I took the liberty of placing trays in each of the rooms, with a light repast, in case any were feeling peckish before retiring." She bobbed a slight curtsey.
 
"You are truly a gem, thank you." Bingley turned back to the coaches and helped hand out his guests. He beckoned the butler and his valet to assist Mr. Bradley. Slowly, the weary and wounded party made their way inside.
 
Mrs. Lance was instructing the maids on where to direct each guest when Caroline, still in her nightdress and robe, flew down the stairs. "What is the meaning of this! Charles what has happened to you? You look truly disgraceful. Who are these people? What are they doing in my house! You will remove these… these… persons from my home immediately! Really, what are you thinking? Have you forgotten who is already staying with us? Surely you would not wish… Mr. Darcy? What are you doing among such an unseemly group?" She stared agog at the normally dapper gentlemen, clad only in his shirt and breeches, barefoot and unwashed. His face and arms were streaked with soot, his hair plastered with sweat to the side of his head.
 
"Have you not made her aware of the situation?" Bingley snapped. He glared at Mrs. Lance whose expression and helpless shrug spoke volumes. Immediately he regretted his harshness.
 
"I… I… tried sir! She would not permit us to speak with her…" the grey hair woman stammered nervously. "She dismissed everyone we tried to send without hearing any of us."
 
Bingley scowled, glancing over his shoulder at Louisa. He could not tell if the pain on her face was due to embarrassment over Caroline's outburst or her injured arm. "You will cease this nonsense immediately, Caroline," he declared firmly. Her eyes widened in shock and alarm. "There has been a fire at Longbourn. Had you deigned to accept the message I sent you, you would be aware of the situation and ready to act as a proper neighbor and hostess. You would have greeted us properly attired and with consideration for the comfort of your guests, not embarrassing us all with your self-centered tirades. I can only hope that you will endeavor to be more civil later today, after we have all had some sleep."
 
"Charles! You will not speak to me in such an uncivilized manner, particularly in front of others!"
 
"Not another word, Caroline," he hissed. Blushing, he turned to his guests. "Please forgive my sister; I believe we have surprised her. I realize now is not the time for more formal introductions, however, this is my sister, Miss Caroline Bingley. Caroline, these are the Bennets of Longbourn, Mr. Gardiner, their uncle, and Mr. Pierce, the curate. You are already acquainted with the rest of the party. Now step aside and allow the staff to get everyone situated." He glared at her with an unfamiliar expression in his blue eyes.
 
Stunned, she simply stood back and allowed the group to trickle up the stairs. Has he taken leave of his senses? How dare he berate me so in front of Mr. Darcy! Finally, Louisa walked past, only to be stopped by her affronted sister. "You are not going to allow him to treat me that way, are you?" Caroline demanded, her eyes suddenly fixed on her sister's bandages and sling. "What happened to you?"
 
"What does it look like?" Louisa snapped angrily. "When we ran outside, I tripped and landed on some broken glass. I cut my arm. It is nothing for you to concern yourself with." She pulled her injured arm close to her side protectively.
 
"Nonsense, it might leave a scar. I will see that the doctor is summoned…"
 
"The staff has already done so. If you had allowed the staff to deliver Charles' message to you, you would have already known it and been able to greet us with some degree of hospitality, or at least civility." She clutched her throbbing arm to her chest in hopes of relieving some of the pain. "Really, Caroline, would it harm you to consider the feelings of someone else for a change?"
 
"You are the mistress of this manor, not I," Caroline retorted bitterly. "Hospitality is your job, not mine."
 
"Can you think about no one but yourself? After what we have been through this night…"
 
"What about what I have been through? Have you forgotten I just traveled form London today and you simply abandoned me here? If you had stayed here with me as you ought, none of this would have happened. I pleaded with you to stay, but no, you insisted you must spend the evening with these ill-mannered country folk; and look what it got you? It would have been better had you never met these Bennets."
 
"How dare you! I have heard enough. The Bennets are my friends; something I have had little experience with, thanks to your influence, sister. You will be civil to them, or I will speak to Charles about having you sent back to London." Louisa's eyes glittered with fury as she shook with rage. "Perhaps I should suggest Scarborough is a better choice?"
 
"You cannot speak to me that way! I am your sister!" Caroline crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
 
"A fact that I will most conveniently forget if you do not get out of my way!" Louisa pushed past her and up the stairs, leaving a very angry sister in her wake.
 

"Your staff has done a most admirable job, especially considering you have not even fully moved in," Darcy remarked as Bingley escorted him to his room.
 
"Yes they have, much better than Bascombe would have led me to believe I should expect. I shall have to reward them for their efforts. I am only sorry that Caroline…"
 
"Think nothing of it, Charles." Darcy clapped his friend's shoulder. I expected nothing else from her. I would have been shocked to find her gracious. "It is early in the morning, and she was not prepared for such a party to descend upon her. If you think about it, it is quite a shocking thing to wake up to."
 
"Certainly no more shocking than what we woke to," Bingley sighed, dropping into a nearby chair. "Oh, Darcy, I cannot fathom why I never saw this before. I never realized how out of hand she has become. But after what just happened, it is so clear!"
 
"I am afraid I am not following you so well. Would you care to explain?" Darcy struggled to suppress a weary yawn.
 
"None of the Bennet sisters have breathed a word of complaint. They all rushed to do whatever they could to assist, even risking their own safety for others, and they are greeted at my home by Caroline complaining about being woken too early! Not a word of concern for any of us! I am so humiliated. What must our neighbors think of me?" He dropped his head into his hands.
 
"Bingley, you need to get yourself to bed. You will feel better after you rest, no doubt. In the meantime, I can assure you, your neighbors will not judge you on the basis of you sister. They already think too well of you and Miss Bingley to alter their opinion. Do not borrow trouble. We have had enough of it this last night for quite some time."
 
Rubbing his hands hard over his face, Bingley sighed. "I am sorry. You are right as usual. I do not suppose I am thinking too clearly at the moment. The weariness is getting the better of me." Raking his hands through his hair, he stretched and yawned. "I am being thoughtless, keeping you from your ablutions and your sleep." Bingley pushed himself up from the chair and left Darcy to his own thoughts.
 

Mary was the last of the four sisters to gather in the room assigned to Jane and Lizzy. "Papa is resting well enough, I believe." She sighed and dropped onto the bed. "I cleaned the burns as best I could. I know the doctor has been sent for, but I will ask Lady Lucas to come this afternoon as well. She has some herbs in her pantry that I believe will be useful. She has taught me to make poultices for burns that will reduce the chances of infection." She wrung her hands in her lap.
 
"Oh Mary!" Jane rushed to her sister's side. Lizzy quickly followed. "I am so sorry! What a terrible thing after you and Mr. Pierce have just declared your understand." Jane dropped her arm over her sister's shoulder. Mary's composure finally broke and she began to cry softly.
 
Kitty dropped to her knees before Mary. She took Mary's hands in hers. "Do not cry, Mary! Please."
 
"I will be well, Kitty, do not worry. I am just so tired." Mary looked into Kitty's face. "I am so grateful; it could have been so much worse. Our family and friends are safe, and Mr. Darcy says that the structure of the house seems sound, he thinks the damage is of a kind that is relatively easy to repair." She wiped tears from her face. "We have been very blessed indeed. Truly, I cannot complain."
 
Jane and Lizzy exchanged somber glances. Lizzy bit her lip, drawing a deep breath, "You do know about our cousin?"
 
"No, where is he? I had not realized until now that I had not seen him amongst our party." Mary looked from Lizzy to Jane and back again, alarm growing in her eyes.
 
"I am afraid he did not survive the fall," Jane said softly, eyes on the carpet.
 
"Oh no," Mary's hand flew to her mouth.
 
"Truly?" Kitty echoed her sister's gesture. "Are you certain?"
 
"Yes." Lizzy nodded. "I saw him. There is no doubt." She shut her eyes with a grimace.
 
"Does Papa know?" Mary sought Jane's eyes.
 
Jane nodded. "I believe Colonel Fitzwilliam told all the men when we arrived."
 
"What are we going to do?" Kitty wondered softly.
 
"There is nothing to be done for Mr. Collin now." Lizzy declared grimly. "As for us, we will do whatever needs to be done to rebuild and restore our home. But first, we sleep." She took Kitty and Mary by their elbows and led them back to their room, hugging them both before she left.
 

"I cannot believe…" Mr. Bennet hissed as he tried to ease himself into bed after cleaning up as best he could.
 
"That the toad would stoop to such levels?" Mr. Gardiner finished for him. "I cannot rejoice in a man's death, but I must confess I come as close to that as I can right now."
 
"Indeed." He sighed as he fell back against the pillows with a groan. "What am I going to do now? If only he was the last in line for the entail, then I could mortgage the estate and use that for repairs! But I cannot do that without the approval of the entail holder, and now I do not even know who that is! I cannot impose on my neighbor's hospitality endlessly, yet I have no assurances that I will be able to even provide my daughters with a house to live in!" A note of hysteria tinged his voice.
 
"Take a deep breath, Thomas." Gardiner pulled a chair over to sit beside his brother. "Now is not the time to be dwelling on such complex issues. We must speak with our brother Philips. I am sure David will have some wisdom to impart to us on our current situation. As soon as we have slept a bit, I will fetch him from town. I would not be surprised if he does not arrive here on his own. Then we will make plans. I would also counsel you to speak with young Mr. Darcy. With his experience, I believe he might have some valuable insight for you."
 
"You are right. I am not thinking clearly. I overheard Darcy assuring the girls that he believed the damage to be much less severe that they feared. It seems he has dealt with this kind of event on his estate. I will consult with him as soon as we are all rested. I am glad you are here with me, Edward. I am grateful for your support," Mr. Bennet closed his eyes wearily.
 
"That is what family is for. Do not forget how you and Fanny stood beside us those years when the business was floundering. You supported us then, allow us to do the same for you now. Do not worry about where you and the girls will stay. We will make a way, have no concerns for that. Once we have a better idea of what is happening, I will return to London to bring Fanny the news in person. I do not believe this is something to convey to her in a letter. Madeline will be able to help her to deal with it. She does not need to know the full reason for Collins' mishap with the candle."
 
"Most certainly. I think that would be best." He yawned painfully. What is this going to do to Fanny? Will she be able to survive this? How I have failed them all.
 
"Get some sleep. I will bring the doctor when he arrives."
 

"The doctor has arrived," Darcy softly announced, letting himself into Bradley's room.
 
"Do not tip-toe around me boy! You will convince me I am some sort of an invalid. rather than simply a clumsy old man!" Bradley laughed, grimacing as he did.
 
"You are not exactly light on your feet right now, sir," Darcy countered with a wry smile that belied the solemn look in his dark eyes.
 
"I suppose not, but do not worry for me, young master. I will mend soon enough."
 
"I will see to that," Darcy crossed his arms over his chest. "I will not leave Hertfordshire without you."
 
"Indeed? That is very gracious of you, sir. Be certain that I appreciate your company, but I cannot help but wonder if there might be some other motive for you to extend your stay here?" A bushy eyebrow lifted.
 
"I will offer what help I can give them, if Mr. Bennet will accept it." A dark look crossed his eyes.
 
"What am I seeing in your expression, Fitzwilliam? There is clearly more going on in your mind than you are saying." Bradley drummed his fingers on the bed.
 
Darcy looked away uneasily. "I have never been able to hide anything from you, have I?"
 
"No, and I am not about to let it start now. So tell me, what else is troubling you?"
 
Darcy slowly lowered himself into a chair near Bradley's bedside. "This would never have happened but for my aunt's interference."
 
"How is that, son?"
 
"Miss Elizabeth told me that her father made Collins a generous offer to end the entail on Longbourn. It was my aunt that convinced him not to accept the offer. She insisted that he secure Longbourn by whatever means necessary. I do not think Miss Elizabeth realized what Lady Catherine was suggesting when she told me of Collins' rantings."
 
"I am afraid I still do not understand. What did Collins do?"
 
"The fire tonight, it was started by Collins. My cousin and I were in Miss Elizabeth's room. After we had fallen asleep, he came in through the servants' door."
 
"My heavens!" Bradley gasped. "He intended to compromise Miss Elizabeth?"
 
"Indeed. Only it was my cousin in the bed. He was startled when Richard shouted, and dropped the candle, starting the fire." Darcy dropped his face into his hands. "It was my aunt who told him to do this horrible thing! I can only be grateful that he was thwarted from his initial intentions. But to be grateful for a fire and all the damage it has wrought? What a thing to consider! I cannot escape it, my family is responsible for what has occurred! "
 
Bradley sighed sadly, frowning deeply. "I understand why you feel as you do, but you do understand that no matter what Lady Catherine told him, Mr. Collins, alone, is responsible for his behavior. It was his own pride and greed that influenced his choices. Your aunt may have planted the idea, but he chose to act upon it."
 
"Are you saying that I should not try to help?" He sat upright in his seat.
 
"You misunderstand me; I am implying no such thing. Your desire is the kind and generous thing to do. I approve most heartily. I simply do not want you to be driven by guilt; it will taint everything you touch." A small smile lifted his lips. "And everyone you touch as well." The teasing note in Bradley's voice made his meaning clear.
 
Darcy regarded him levelly. "It does not sound as though you disapprove."
 
"I do not; far from it. I believe your good father would be pleased. Pleased with what you and your cousin did tonight, pleased with your offer of help," he paused with a meaningful expression in his eyes, "and pleased with your choice of lady."
 
"We have no understanding," he warned, lifting a hand. Am I so very obvious?
 
"I am aware of that. But it means little when I see the way you look at each other. Your mother would approve as well." I do not want to rush him into anything, but I fear he is all too ready to miss what is so obvious to the rest of us. He is quite thoroughly besotted with her, and will not admit it to himself!
 
Darcy drew a breath to protest, but changed his mind. "Your approval means a great deal to me. Do you believe that she would welcome something more than friendship from me?"
 
"I have no doubt. I believe the only obstacle is her awareness that she is not of your circles. Once you convince her that you do not care for such things, she will have no objections. I am quite sure."
 
A slow smile spread over Darcy's face. A noise in the hall caught his attention. He rose and peeked out the door. "Dr. Abbot, he is in here; allow me to introduce you to my vicar..."
 
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