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Ch 38: Judge not

Posted on 2011-01-09

Late in the afternoon, Caroline dropped herself wearily into a chair, harrumphing loudly. "Are we to be descended upon by the entire population of this forsaken little town?"
 
Darcy looked up from the letter he was writing to stare at the aggrieved woman.
 
"Was it not enough that we had to receive them at such an uncharitable hour of the morning? Now I have been banished from my own drawing room so that these Bennet women may hold court with the denizens of Meryton!" She pressed the back of her hand to her brow dramatically.
 
"It is touching that so many of their friends and neighbors would be so concerned for them that they would come to call," Darcy muttered.
 
"I must say, I am surprised to find you defending them, Mr. Darcy." She rose and glided over to the writing desk where he worked.
 
His lips pressed together into a firm line. "Pray tell, why would you find that surprising?"
 
"Surely you know by now what kind of women they are, Mr. Darcy It does not seem that it should take a full month for a man such as yourself to discern it."
 
"It seems to me, Miss Caroline," he rose to tower over her, "that you have had little opportunity to know them yourself, and are in a poor position to be making such judgments. Given your acquaintance with them has been less than a day in duration…"
 
"That is only with respect to the sisters that are in Meryton, sir." She stepped away from the desk, uneasy with his imposing presence.
 
"Excuse me?"
 
"Surely you know, there is another Bennet sister. The youngest of the clan is currently in London, with her aunt and uncle in Cheapside. Cheapside, Mr. Darcy, surely you would not want to be keeping company with those tainted by trade!" She laughed thinly.
 
"I find it surprising to hear you say that…"
 
"But if that were not enough, Miss Lydia Bennet… Ohhh I shudder to think that you would consider linking your dear sister to such a hoyden." Turning to face him, she lifted a surprised brow.
 
What does she know of my personal affairs? She has only been here a day. How would she know of my hopes? Where would she have learned such things? Have I been so obvious?
 
"You look very much as though you know nothing of the reputation these Bennets have in town." If you did you would never have accepted a dinner invitation from them.
 
"I know nothing of it." He crossed his arms over his chest angrily.Nor do I believe I want to.
 
"Forgive me for saying so, sir, but you should consider becoming familiar with what is being said before you, or my brother, for that matter, make a serious error in judgment by associating with these questionable women."
 
She has already discerned Charles' interest as well? She could be serving the King's army in espionage! How has she come by such information? "Your accusations are very serious, Miss Caroline."
 
"So are their transgressions! Their sister, Miss Lydia, traveled to Brighton with Colonel Forster as the special friend of his wife. Whilst she was there, she carried on with the officers as though she were a bar maid, not a gentleman's daughter! What do you say to that?"
 
Darcy clenched his fists tightly. "I would say that I wonder who your source of such damaging information might be."
 
She batted her eyes with a thin smile. "The previous tenant of Netherfield, a Mr. Carver, left Meryton for Brighton just prior to Miss Lydia departing with the regiment. Do you have any idea why Mr. Carver left?"
 
"I neither know, nor care."
 
"Perhaps you should. It seems Mr. Carver has two younger sisters whose care he was charged with. Much like you have your sister in your care I suppose, sir. While they were in Meryton, he found the Bennets an inappropriate influence on his sisters. He left to remove them from their company."
 
"Again, I ask you, where have you garnered your information?"
 
"While I was in London, I had the privilege of making the acquaintance of Miss Martha Carver, the younger of Mr. Carver's sisters. We shared tea several times. When I found out it was her brother who had vacated the property that Charles was interested in, I knew I must get to know her better. It was she herself who told me of her brother's censure of the Miss Bennets." She carefully watched Darcy's reaction, her smile broadening as she saw a flicker of interest in his eyes. "It does get worse, sir. For you see, while Miss Lydia was in Brighton, she fell into the acquaintance of the Miss Carvers once again, without their brother's knowledge, until it was nearly too late. The information I received on Miss Lydia's behaviors came to me first hand, from Miss Martha Carver herself."
 
"Too late for what?" Darcy huffed, lowering himself into his chair with a scowl.
 
"Nearly too late to save Miss Rachel Carver from a most imprudent marriage to an officer of the regiment, at Gretna Green."
 
"How exactly would Miss Lydia be to blame for this attempted elopement?"
 
"It was she who introduced the Miss Carvers to the officers. Apparently, they would meet her in town, telling their brother they were going shopping. She would take them to the Forster's house where the colonel's wife would be entertaining various officers for tea." Like a hawk swooping in on her prey, Caroline strode toward Darcy. "Miss Martha tells me that Miss Lydia shamelessly flirted with the officers and encouraged Miss Rachel to follow suit, which she did most readily." She boldly moved a nearby chair to sit down beside Darcy.
 
I wonder if Miss Elizabeth, or any of her family, have received word of this yet? Surely it will devastate her to hear it. Darcy's frown deepened.
 
"It did not end there. No, the teas led to walks in the woods, where Miss Lydia was found by the colonel himself, allowing an officer to place his hands on her person." Caroline's lifted an eyebrow suggestively. "Miss Martha tells me he was enraged by her lewd display and immediately wrote to her family to remove her from Brighton, as she was no longer welcome company."
 
"Those are grievous accusations indeed, but you have yet to explain to me how this makes her responsible for someone else's attempted elopement." Sadness filled his eyes. There is probably just enough truth in this gossip to grieve her sisters terribly.
 
"According to my friend, it was Miss Lydia who helped convince Miss Rachel that she was in love and suggested an elopement. It was Miss Lydia who planned the event, and even assisted Miss Rachel in packing and meeting her officer to flee to Gretna Green. Can you deny that makes her responsible?" A triumphant light lit her eyes.
 
Darcy said nothing, a dark expression clouding his face. And what of Miss Carter's responsibility?
 
"So you see, sir, just what kind of people these neighbors are. It must be clear to you that these are not the kind of people who my brother and sister should be associating with! I implore you, please help me to separate my family from them before the situation becomes any worse. Association with them will only drive us from all good society and ruin…"
 
Suddenly he sprang to his feet. "I have heard enough, Miss Caroline, quite enough, and I will hear no more." What kind of people are these Carvers? To spread such gossip without even realizing that it is at their own expense? How can Miss Caroline even consider listening to such foul talk?
 
"What are you saying? Surely you cannot condone such a family of hoydens and public women!"
 
"Not another such word! Do you not realize that the measure you use to judge them will be the one used to judge you? Is that what you wish? Can you stand under such scrutiny?" He drew a deep breath, quivering with burgeoning rage. "Are you so completely unaware of your own reputation for folly that you can freely condemn those you do not even know?"
 
"My reputation?" Caroline screeched, jumping to her feet. "What are you saying? My reputation is impeccable." She tossed her head dismissively.
 
"Hardly. Though I have refused to hear the details," his eyes bored into hers, "I have been warned often enough to avoid your company, Miss Caroline."
 
"Whatever can you mean?" Her face burned hotly under his angry gaze.
 
"I do not believe what I am hearing! How can you possibly say that, Caroline?" A new voice entered the room. Both turned to see Bingley in the doorway, his face flushed with uncharacteristic anger. "Are you so completely unaware of what is going on around you that you do not realize your own reputation has been damaging to your family? It astonishes me that you are attempting to inflict the same harm on the Bennets because of their youngest sister's imprudence that has been inflicted upon Louisa and me because of yours."
 
"What ever can you mean, brother?" Her eyes narrowed as she challenged him to continue. Do not inflate that little misunderstanding into something it was not. I will not having you comparing that triviality to the very real…
 
"Do you really wish for me to bring out your own humiliation before my good friend?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glancing at Darcy.
 
"I do not know what you are talking about."
 
"Perhaps I should leave, Charles, clearly you and your sister have a rather serious discussion that does not require my audience." Darcy moved to rise, his discomfort increasing with each moment.
 
"No, please stay. Caroline has brought this upon herself. If she is willing to freely discuss with company the gossip concerning our friends, then she should likewise be willing to hear what is being said about her in that same company."
 
"Charles!" Caroline stamped her foot. "Mr. Darcy is quite right, he does not need to be subjected to your petty speculations. I cannot begin to imagine what accusation you have to bring against me."
 
"Yes, you do as do Louisa and I. We have just been too polite to bring it up. But since you will not allow others' transgressions the same courtesy, perhaps it is time for you to taste the medicine you so freely dispense." Bingley took three purposeful strides to position himself beside Darcy. "Have you so soon forgotten that day in Hyde Park?"
 
"That? It was nothing, Charles," she hissed between clenched teeth.
 
"I do not believe that was what Lord and Lady Clark thought when you chastised their daughter so thoroughly when she stumbled and fell into you."
 
"That child…"
 
"Was a child not six years old! She did not attack you! Yet you accused her of being a street urchin and a pickpocket! But no, you did not stop at that…"
 
"You may stop now," Caroline commanded, turning her back on her brother.
 
"No, I will not. You grabbed the child and shook her so hard, she cried! You shouted at her, screaming for all to hear that you would report her to the authorities and she might hang! What possible right did you have to assault her in such a manner?" Bingley grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her back to their conversation.
 
"Unhand me!" She yanked her arm back, whirling on him. "I had no way of knowing whose child that was! How can you blame me for what I did not know?"
 
"Easily. How could you think it right to treat anyone in such a fashion? You only stopped when Lord Clark himself commanded you to unhand his daughter, and nearly had his footman disengage you from her. Then you could not apologize enough! You were nearly groveling at his feet."
 
Caroline's face glowed bright red, becoming hotter still as she felt Darcy's inscrutable gaze upon her.
 
"You only made it worse when you arrived at their house uninvited to try and apologize, demanding entrance and shrieking like a banshee at the footman who would not permit you entrance."
 
"But… but…"
 
"But nothing, sister," Bingley sneered. "Have you no idea the impact your actions had on Louisa and me? After you left to visit your friend in Manchester, we were shunned by the Ton for months! Those Louisa thought her friends turned her away, fearful that their reputations might be damaged by their association with her, though she had done nothing wrong! It was all your work! You ran from it, leaving us to pay the price for your transgressions."
 
So that is what happened? Darcy gritted his teeth to hold back his own remarks. How can she defend her actions? Worse still, how can she possibly condemn someone else with such an accusation hanging over her head? To treat a child, any child, with such disregard! Perhaps it is best that she remains unmarried, I pity any child that might be born to her.
 
Caroline had no answer. When she tried to speak, no words came forth., she opened and closed her mouth impotently.
 
Even this feeble attempt to defend herself pushed Bingley to his breaking point. "Just as we were not responsible for your abominable behavior, so the elder Bennets are not responsible for Miss Lydia's. You will not bring this up again. I forbid you to speak of it…"
 
"You forbid me? I hardly think…" It is a good thing that I have already shared this bit of news. Meryton will not be denied the truth.

"That is exactly the point, Caroline! You hardly think! And yes, I do forbid you from sharing gossip so hurtful to our very dear friends. If I find out that you have perpetuated this scandal, in any way, I will pack you up myself and send you to our aunt in Scarborough, never again to be welcome in any home of mine!" The veins in Bingley's neck stood out, throbbing, as he shouted.
 
Caroline stared wide-eyed at her brother, then turned to Darcy for support. Seeing only approbation for Bingley on his face, she turned and stomped out of the room. The two men stood silently for a moment, Bingley panting to catch his breath.
 
Darcy laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I think you might be wise to make those arrangements now. It is quite possible she has already begun her tongue wagging here. Even if she has not, I doubt she will be able to control herself any better here than she did in Derbyshire."
 
Bingley dropped his head in his hands. "Mrs. Cooperton did receive my letter of apology, did she not?"
 
"Yes, she did. She told me she wrote to you insisting that you were not to blame for your sister's awful behavior and that you would be very welcome to visit them any time, without her, of course."
 
"She did. It is just difficult for me to believe she would offer her forgiveness quite so freely." Bingley nodded as Darcy guided them back to sit near the desk.
 
"My sister has been a selfish creature all her life, always coddled by our mother. She could do no wrong! My father thought her the perfect image of our mother and encouraged her to think far too much of herself. I can hardly remember a time when she was held accountable for her actions. She was petted and encouraged in all her ways. She cannot stand it when she is not the center of attention. Worse still, I cannot remember a time when she has ever admitted to being wrong." He sighed wearily. "What am I to do with her?"
 
"You cannot change her, my friend. Only she can accomplish that. All you can do is to remove those things from her life that have encouraged her to continue in her selfish ways."
 
"I suppose you are right." Bingley pushed the hair back from his face, staring up at the ceiling. He was quiet for a very long moment. Finally he said, "I have spoken to Mr. Bennet and told him that they are all welcome to stay as long as necessary for repairs to be made at Longbourn. I could tell it was difficult for him, but he eventually accepted my offer."
 
"That is good of you. I do not suppose you will repine Miss Kitty's company, though." A wry smile lifted the corner of Darcy's mouth. I wonder how much that had to do with his decision to accept Bingley's hospitality. "Not that the company of any of these sisters is such a trial to bear." He winked.
 
"No, I suppose not," Bingley laughed softly. "I imagine I am fortunate that Miss Kitty is such a good friend to Louisa, all of them are really. It does make my invitation look rather more proper."
 
"Indeed it does." Darcy became quiet for a moment. "I spoke with Mr. Bennet myself, just a little while ago. I offered him whatever assistance he needs to manage and rebuild the estate while he is convalescing. I believe it injured his pride a bit, but his brother rallied him to accept my offer. So if I am not imposing on your hospitality too much, I intend to stay for a while longer."
 
"I would welcome your company, and your instruction as well. Perhaps, with Mr. Bennet's permission, I might be able to help you with Longbourn, and so profit from your experience in such matters."
 
Darcy nodded, "With his permission, I should be glad of it. Funny, my cousin said much the same thing. He is considering the purchase of an estate of his own soon and is feeling the need to expand his education."
 
"Then I shall certainly be in good company." Bingley stretched his arms wide. "I cannot believe how many people have come to see the Bennets today. In that, Caroline was right. It seems nearly the entire town has come to call. The ladies have received everyone with such grace! I know how weary and burdened they are right now, and yet each caller has been welcomed and appreciated, even when they seem little more than nosy parkers to me."
 
"My mother was such a mistress. She was always incredibly gracious to anyone who called, be they the lowest cottager or peers of the realm. That was something I remember so clearly about her. It is a trait I much admire." He smiled wistfully.

"The butler just announced our brother Philips." Mr. Gardiner poked his head into Mr. Bennet's room. "I will bring him up directly."
 
A few minutes later, both men appeared in the doorway.
 
"How are you feeling, Thomas?" Mr. Philips asked, his rumpled clothing and sooty face attesting to the fact he had already spent considerable time at Longbourn.
 
"The doctor says that the ankle is badly sprained, but probably not broken. The burns are a greater concern." Mr. Bennet winced as he lifted a bandaged arm. "As long as we can keep infection from setting in, I should mend well enough."
 
"Lady Lucas has already been by with a basketful of herbs, and directions for Mary to make tinctures and poultices for us all," Mr. Gardiner laughed appreciatively. "She has quite the reputation, does she not?"
 
"She does without a doubt, but having been the grateful recipient of her aid, I am only too pleased to hear that she has already made her visit." Philips settled himself into a chair near Mr. Bennet's bedsides, pulling his satchel to his lap.
 
Mr. Bennet sighed, laying his head back on his pillows. "So what do you make of this sad state of affairs, David?"
 
"I have spent my morning at Longbourn, as I am sure you have gathered already" Glancing down at his rough appearance, he laughed self-deprecatingly. "Although the cosmetic damage is considerable, I concur with what I have heard of Darcy's assessment, it is all quite repairable . Sadly, this is not the first fire I have had experience with and I can tell you, you have come through a very lucky man." Philips rustled through his case. "Collins' death does complicate things quite a bit. However, it is not nearly so bad as it could be. You see, I have been watching out for you."
 
"I am intrigued. Please tell us," Gardiner pulled up a chair and leaned into the conversation.
 
"The amount of preparation I have put into this suit has been entirely more work than I even care to discuss. Consequently, I have attempted to be very thorough and have contingency plans in place for all possible eventualities. While I certainly could not have anticipated Mr. Collins' eventual fate, there is always the possibility of an untimely death in these cases. What I am trying to say is that I have already researched the next in line for the entail. Not only do I know who he is, but I have strong reason to believe that he will be more amenable to our plans than was his predecessor." A brilliant grin broke out over Philips' face.
 
"How have you come to that conclusion?" Bennet retorted, somewhat cynically. I appreciate that you want me to find some hope in the midst of all this, but I need to stay focused on reality, not remote possibilities..
 
"It does seem to be a rather grand assumption to make considering the circumstances," Gardiner quickly agreed.
 
"Well, perhaps you will change your minds once you hear what I have learned. Mr. Allen Jacobson, the new heir of Longbourn, is in possession of a prestigious estate near Bristol, Evermere, I believe it is called."
 
"Are you suggesting that he will not want Longbourn because he already has an estate to call his own? I hardly think…" Bennet interrupted testily.
 
"Not at all. Hear me out, brother, hear me out. I do not think he will want Longbourn because Evermere is heavily in debt. He is in desperate need of ready cash, or so my sources tell me. The offer that you made Collins is likely to be welcome news for a man who is in deep need of liquid assets. His debt is so substantial that he stands to lose the estate if something does not happen soon." Philips steepled his fingers and perched his chin atop them. "So you see, I believe there is a very strong possibility that he will accept your offer without hesitation."
 
Bennet's brows knit thoughtfully. "While this is welcome news to be sure, how am I to repair my property if I have already mortgaged it?"
 
"I have been considering that all day, Thomas." Philips seemed to lose some energy. "I am afraid I still do not have an answer for that."
 
"I have a suggestion," Gardiner offered softly. "If Jacobson is as hard up as you say, do you think he might consider settling for less cash with the promise of the transaction occurring very quickly? That way we might hold back part of the funds from the mortgage to use in the restoration of the house. Even if it is not entirely sufficient, it will be substantially better…"
 
"That is a truly inspired idea, Edward! I think it will do very well indeed. It would certainly be to our advantage for this matter to be settled son as well. Such encouragement for him might be just the thing for everyone." Philips' smile returned. "What say you, Thomas?"
 
Bennet swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "I say that I have been truly blessed this day. Bingley has expressed his willingness for us to stay as long as we need, and Darcy has offered to oversee the estate and the repairs while I am healing. His own estate suffered a fire not that long ago, and he has experience in this very thing. Now you have…" his voice broke and he could not continue. Gardiner clapped a hand on one of his shoulders while Philips took hold of the other. "So tell me, David, what must we do to speed your process along?" Bennet finally said, his eyes suspiciously moist.
 
"I hope I have not overstepped myself, but I anticipated your approval. So, I have begun the paperwork already. I shall have my clerks working all night on the remainder. I hope to return tomorrow with papers for you to sign. I shall leave immediately for Bristol at that point. I expect to return in a week with news of Jacobson's acceptance of our offer."
 
"Very well. You shall have whatever you need from me when you are ready. I cannot thank you enough for your help." Bennet paused a moment before turning to his other brother. "What are your plans, Edward?"
 
"I will stay a few more days, if Mr. Bingley will have me, of course," Gardiner laughed, "to make sure you have all the help you need. When you are confident there is nothing more I can do for you in Meryton, then I will go to London to bring word to Madeline and Fanny."
 
"Will you bring Fanny back with you?" Philips asked hesitantly.
 
"I do not know. Madeline has written of our sister's great improvement in the month she has been in London. But there is really no telling how she will respond to the unfortunate news I have to bear. I will be able to tell her of the outpouring of support the neighborhood has offered. I believe that will make all this easier for her to handle. Her daughters have been brilliant through this crisis, and that will be of great comfort to her."
 
"If she is well enough, I would be grateful for her to be here with me. But if it will tax her too much, then I am content to have her stay in London. I trust your judgment, Edward."

The following day, Mr. Philips arrived as planned, freshly penned documents in hand. After Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner reviewed them, Mr. Gardiner suggested that before signing them, they solicit Mr. Darcy's opinion as well. Mr. Darcy was happy for the intellectual exercise presented him. He had never seen such a proposal, and found Mr. Philips' work more than adequate to the task. He did offer a few recommendations on minor details of the plan, which all quickly acknowledged as improvements to the original. The changes necessitated redrafting the documents, so Mr. Philips returned to Meryton, delaying his departure for Bristol for another day.
 
As the men discussed the documents, the Bennet sisters were surprised by the arrival of a wagon load of trunks from Longbourn. Hill was well aware that their stay at Netherfield was unplanned and might be of some duration. All of their party would need clothing and other necessities. She had packed trunks for all the family, although many of the garments were still sooty or smelled of smoke. A thorough laundering would be necessary, but at least the clothing would be available.
 
As the trunks were brought in, Louisa directed the servants to cover the furniture with sheets and place the luggage in the main drawing room. Her injured arm was held securely in a sling, and wrapped in clean bandages. Even so, it still throbbed slightly from the latest poultice Mary had applied. While the herbal treatments were definitely uncomfortable, Louisa could tell the injury was healing cleanly and there was no infection. Having suffered a seriously infected cut as a child, she feared infection desperately, and was so relieved to find no sign of it, she was quite willing to bear Mary's ministrations with equanimity.
 
"What is going on here?" Caroline demanded, a shriek in her voice, as she flew down the stairs. She watched in horror as servants she did not know brought sooty trunks into the drawing room. "I gave no orders for these things to be placed there!"
 
"I did," Louisa replied levelly. "Or have you forgotten that I am mistress of this house, not you."I have had enough of you claiming airs that are not yours to flaunt.
 
Caroline's face flushed angrily as she glared at her sister. "What ever can you be thinking bringing all these filthy things inside this house?" What has gotten into her? It can only be that the savage society here has caused her to forget all civility due me.
 
"These are trunks sent for our guests from Longbourn…"
 
This is intolerable. I should have been consulted first! Does no one care about me here? "So many? Are they planning on moving in? Just how long are they going to be staying?"
 
Much longer than you are, sister. "Until Longbourn is habitable again. We are not going to discuss it either. If you do not care for our company, you are perfectly able to return to London. In fact, I do not recall that you were invited here at all, Sister. The letter Charles sent asked you only to oversee the packing and shipping of our things. So perhaps you…"
 
"How dare you! Do you suggest that your own sister is less welcome than these insignificant…" You have gone too far.
 
"No more, Caroline! You will either hold your tongue and be helpful to us, or you will keep yourself above stairs and out of our way!" Louisa swept past her, into the drawing room.
 
"Oh do be careful, Louisa!" Mary exclaimed as she stormed in. "You must move gently, or you risk opening that wound again!" She rushed to her friend's side to check her bandages. "Oh, that is a relief. It does not appear that you have done yourself any harm. But please, do take care. It would not do for you to risk further infection by starting the bleeding again." Your sister has already hurt you enough. Do not let her be the cause of even more suffering.
 
Louisa laughed softly and pressed Mary's hand warmly. "You do know just what to say to convince me! I will be more careful. Do not worry."
 
"Whatever stirred you into such a flurry!" Kitty appeared at Louisa's shoulder. "That is very unlike you… Oh, was it your sister?"
 
Louisa's face fell. She allowed Mary and Kitty to guide her through the sea of trunks to the couch. "I…I…" she stammered sadly.
 
Gently, Kitty laid her arm over Louisa's shoulders. "You do not need to explain. I fear we have a difficult sister ourselves. We understand." What a laugh it would be to have Lyddie and Miss Caroline together. I wonder who would be left standing.
 
"But she is being so difficult. We never invited her here, and yet she feels free to complain and criticize you, who we did invite!" Louisa dropped her face into her good hand. Will I never be free from her?
 
Jane joined them with a warm hand on Louisa's back. "Please do not trouble yourself. We know that she speaks for herself alone."
 
Lizzy surprised them by briskly striding to the doorway. They understood when Caroline appeared a moment later. "I do so hope we are not troubling you with our things," Lizzy began impetuously, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hill, our housekeeper, is ever so thoughtful, and has quite surprised us by sending over anything that she thought might be of use to us." She laughed lightly, flipping open the nearest trunk.
 
Caroline wrinkled her nose at the faint smell of smoke that rose from the case. "This is hardly what I would call useful!" She rolled her eyes with a sneer.
 
"Perhaps not yet," Lizzy conceded, pulling a plain muslin dress out and shaking it softly. "It certainly is in need of laundering. I fear we must assume that everything in here is in such a condition."
 
"How could she possibly think it fitting to send your trunks in this condition? Surely she should have had these washed first." Caroline sniffed. "Exactly what kind of servants do you keep at Longbourn?"
 
"Under normal circumstances, you would be quite right. However, the staff at Longbourn have their hands quite full at the moment. She has assured me they have been trying to clean the damaged rooms so that we may survey the house tomorrow to ascertain the true level of damages. There were simply not enough available hands to manage laundry as well." Lizzy flipped the dress once more and laid it across the back of a nearby chair.
 
"Surely you are not expecting the staff here…" Caroline turned wide-eyed to Louisa.
 
"We would never impose so," Lizzy smoothly replied. "Hill sent word to several of our friends in the neighborhood. They have graciously offered us the services of their lady's maids for the afternoon to assist us with cleaning our gowns. Mr. Darcy's valet, as well as your brother's, have offered to do father's things." And the bait has been cast. Uncle Gardiner would never have thought his fishing lessons would come in so very useful in the drawing room.
 
"What do you mean assist with cleaning your gowns?" Caroline exclaimed, "You do not mean to do the laundry yourselves?"
 
Jane cast a warning glance toward her sister. I know that look on your face, Lizzy. Whatever can you be thinking?
 
The bait has been taken. "Do you think we would allow maids we do not know to launder our gowns unsupervised?" Lizzy's brows rose above her twinkling eyes. "How can we be assured that they know what they are doing? Surely you realize that it is unwise to trust untested servants with something as important as our gowns." Now to reel in the line.
 
Behind Caroline's back, Jane chewed a knuckle while Kitty hid behind her hand to stifle a giggle.
 
"Well now, I…I …" Caroline stammered uncertainly, "of course I would thoroughly determine a maid's knowledge of such things."
 
"Wonderful!" Lizzy cried, reaching for another piece from the trunk. "Then you can assist us."
 
Louisa began coughing loudly, hiding her face in her handkerchief. Mary patted her back soundly.
 
"Well, I…" No, this cannot be happening! I am not going to…
 
"You are so gracious, Miss Caroline! My mother always said that a true lady knows precisely the business of every servant under her administration. She taught us how to supervise every task in the household." All right, it was Hill who did so, and not even directly then. But we did receive that message clearly. I suppose a small white lie will do no harm right now.
 
"Of course, of course." Caroline's face turned red as she tried to regain her composure.
 
"Naturally, you cannot risk getting your hands wet right now, Louisa," Mary cautioned firmly, running her fingers gingerly along the sling. "The risk would be far too great. Not to mention the vinegar will burn your arm fiercely!"
 
"Mary is quite right," Jane agreed with a tiny wink at Lizzy, "you may come outside with us, but we will bring you a chair to sit down. That way you can supervise without overtaxing yourself or risking further injury."
 
"Your wound is healing so nicely. We cannot risk anything that might bring infection," Mary nodded somberly.
 
"Only if you are sure. I am quite prepared to help in any way I can," Louisa protested, struggling to keep the laughter from her voice. Caroline, you have met your match indeed.
 
"We quite insist," Kitty declared, with a small hug as she lifted her arm from Louisa's shoulders. Rising, she brushed her hands together. "Let us get to it."
 

Two hours later, Darcy finished his discussions with Mr. Bennet and excused himself to join Bingley and Fitzwilliam in Bingley's private sitting room. They were standing at the window laughing when Darcy joined them.
 
"I would never have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes," Bingley muttered, astonished.
 
"Nor I. But I must tip my hat to truly superior strategy and maneuvers. It took masterful planning and tactics to…"
 
"To what?" Darcy demanded, striding briskly across the room to look out the window over their shoulders. "What in the world is going on out there? Bingley, is that your sister doing laundry with the servants?" He began chuckling, unleashing a torrent of laughter from his companions. "I am all astonishment. How did such a thing come to pass?"
 
For several long minutes, his companions could not answer, tears of mirth streaming down their cheeks. "That is a sight I think I will treasure for a lifetime!" Bingley gasped, wiping his face with his palms. "As for how this came about, I do not know; but I dare say your Miss Elizabeth had some large part to play in the event. I cannot imagine Miss Bennet or Miss Mary being quite so forward to devise such a plan, but Miss Kitty might also have been involved."
 
"I believe the Miss Bennets have been pushed one step too far by Miss Caroline, and they are engaging in a bit of harmless mischief. Seems to remind me of some lovely times spent with my younger sisters as we avenged ourselves on our brother for being the eldest," Fitzwilliam grinned. "Look, it seems they are heading inside. It is nearly time for luncheon. I believe we should head downstairs to see if the ladies will be availing themselves of your cook's generous offerings. I imagine the conversation may be particularly lively this afternoon." He pushed himself up and headed for the door. "Are you coming?"
 
Bingley and Darcy exchanged glances and laughed. "This promises to be a meal I do not want to miss."
 
The three quickly made their way downstairs to the parlor where food was already set on the sideboards, waiting for them. They heard the ladies enter the hall. Their conversation made it clear that they were going to change clothes before luncheon. Caroline declared herself very ill indeed, and made it clear she intended to keep to her rooms the rest of the afternoon, so the men settled in to wait.
 
Their patience was rewarded, for Kitty and Louisa soon made their appearances. "The rest of my sisters will be down soon. Our lady's maid is currently occupied, so we are assisting each other, and I fear we are not nearly so adept as she." Kitty sat down on the settee near Bingley. "Oh, we had ever so much fun this morning!" she laughed merrily.
 
"We saw from the windows," Bingley confessed sheepishly, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks.
 
Louisa's eyes grew wide and her hands flew to her mouth as her cheeks flushed. She looked at Kitty conspiratorially. "I had no idea we were being watched." She shrugged her shoulders, wincing slightly at the pull against her injured arm.
 
"It was certainly a unique sight," Fitzwilliam agreed. "You must admit that one does not often find a lady of the household outside doing laundry with the servants."
 
"But is it not a wise mistress who is well informed of what each task demands so that she may identify and reward good work?" Lizzy's voice called from the doorway.
 
Immediately Darcy rose and took several steps toward her. "Indeed it is, Miss Elizabeth. Sadly, though, it is a rare one who does. I must ask, how is it that you succeeded where Mrs. Cooperton failed?" I recall my mother saying those words herself. Somehow it is fitting to hear them from you.
 
"First you must tell me who Mrs. Cooperton is, sir," Lizzy smoothly replied as she stopped beside him, eyes glittering playfully. She lifted an eyebrow archly as she smiled up at him.
 
"She is the mistress of an estate near my own. She and her husband were dear friends of my parents, and I am grateful to count them among my friends now," Darcy replied, resisting the urge to kiss her hand.
 
"She graciously invited my sister to stay with her when we visited Pemberley. She offered to teach Caroline about managing an estate. It was a case of the teacher being much more willing than the pupil, I am afraid," Bingley added. "Miss Bennet, Miss Mary, please do come in. We were hoping that you all might be coming down for luncheon. Will you join us?"
 
"I cannot speak for my sisters, but I am famished and will gladly join you, sir," Kitty replied quickly. "I had no idea that laundry could work up such an appetite! It is not an activity that we often participate in. I do hope, Lizzy, that it is not in your plan for us to continue to do so."
 
Elizabeth just shook her head, smiling wryly.
 
"I am afraid," Jane confessed, as Fitzwilliam came to her side, "there were a few small untruths told and no small amount of mischief involved." She looked up at him shyly.
 
"All of it good natured, I am sure, for there could be no malice among a group of such lovely ladies," the colonel quickly assured her, offering her his arm. "I must salute the strategic brilliance that brought about such a sudden change in Miss Caroline, though. After seeing her at Pemberley, I would never have imagined her as I saw her his morning."
 
"It was Lizzy's idea," Mary smiled wryly. "She is known for being the most clever among us." Lizzy blushed fiercely as her sister winked.
 
Sensing her discomfort, Darcy suggested, "Perhaps we should serve the ladies first before we settle into demanding an account of this morning's events."
 
"Of course! How abominably rude of me!" Bingley sprang to his feet, offering his arm to Kitty.
 
For several minutes, the group occupied themselves with serving plates and distributing among themselves the various pieces of furniture to sit and eat.
 
"I believe we were promised a tale over our meal," Fitzwilliam smiled graciously, first at Jane, then at Lizzy.
 
Elizabeth sighed heavily, looking sheepishly from sister to sister, finally meeting Darcy's eyes. He looks so encouraging, as though he has no censure for what I have done. How is that possible? I am quite certain I have overstepped the bounds of propriety this day. I have no doubt Mama would be quite put out with me if she knew what I had done.
 
"Caroline was complaining that the contents of the trunks smelled of smoke," Louisa began helpfully. "Lizzy observed that their garments were in need of laundering."
 
"Then Miss Caroline complained that the Netherfield staff should not be expected to take on so great a chore," Kitty added.
 
"At that point, I remembered our housekeeper's admonitions and repeated them to Miss Caroline. But I am afraid I attributed them to my own mother rather than Mrs. Hill," Lizzy confessed. "My sisters readily agreed that we all should make sure the servants were doing an adequate job. I am not exactly certain how it happened, but soon we were all outside amid cauldrons of water. Miss Caroline balked at the sight, I am afraid." She giggled despite herself.
 
"I do not believe she has ever observed such a scene!" Louisa chortled merrily.
 
"Much less participated in one," Bingley muttered under his breath.
 
"She nearly returned to the house at that moment," Mary remarked, sipping her tea daintily.
 
"She did take pause when Lizzy began rolling up her sleeves," Jane noted demurely. "'Whatever are you planning to do, Miss Elizabeth?'" Her imitation of Caroline was quite credible.
 
Bingley and Fitzwilliam simultaneously choked on their lunch, coughing heartily, until finally Darcy came by to clap their backs soundly. Once he finished sputtering, Fitzwilliam rewarded Jane with a broad grin. "You have quite the gift for imitation, Miss Bennet. I shall be very careful to give you no reason to unleash it upon me."
 
Jane blushed prettily.
 
"I simply told her that I understood, and that no one would hold it against her if she was not up to the rigors of becoming the mistress of a large estate. So few of the Ton truly understand what it means, and often find it too much of a burden upon them." Lizzy blinked innocently. "For some reason, that seemed to agitate her. I cannot imagine why. But at that point, she insisted she had been trained by a very accomplished estate mistress, your Mrs. Cooperton, I imagine. She would not be deterred, vowing under her breath that no…"
 
Jane launched into another uncannily accurate imitation, "No insignificant country girl would insinuate that I am unable to manage any task of estate management!"
 
"No, tell me she did not say such a thing to your face!" Bingley blushed several deep shades of red.
 
"I do not believe that she realized she could be overheard," Lizzy graciously soothed.Another white lie, I am afraid, but he already suspects the truth. I do not need to further his agitation. "I fear I may have injured her pride, so I cannot hold such an outburst against her."
 
"That is very kind of you, Miss Elizabeth. Few of the Ton would be so considerate." Darcy returned to his seat near Elizabeth.
 
"Thank you, sir," Elizabeth colored prettily. "At that point, Miss Caroline rolled up her sleeves as well, and quite dove into the task."
 
"I think we were all quite surprised to find that she was quite competent. Your Mrs. Cooperton must have taught her something," Louisa observed wryly.
 
"I fear we did not have a great deal of confidence in her expertise," Kitty giggled, trying to stifle it behind her hand." Oh dear, I probably should not have said that.
 
"But she quite surprised us all," Mary rose to brush crumbs from her lap. "Perhaps it is a fitting lesson for us all to remember not to judge so much by appearances." She lifted an arch eyebrow in reproof toward Kitty.
 
"You are quite wise, Mary," Jane agreed with a gentle smile.
 
I will not have you dreaming up reasons to defend Caroline after all she has done. "Who is up for a hand of cards?" Bingley's countenance brightened with the offer.
 
"What a lovely idea!" Kitty clapped her hands excitedly. "Do you think you can hold cards, Louisa?"
 
"I will certainly try, for my brother is a dreadful card player, and I cannot miss the opportunity to take advantage of that!" Louisa scanned the room, "Will one of you make our fourth?"
 
"I had hoped to take a walk. I hope that does not offend," Lizzy apologized, "I am afraid I do not have the patience for cards right now."
 
"I will join you, for I do not have the energy for a walk!" Mary laughed.
 
"A walk sounds delightful," Fitzwilliam rose. But I will keep in mind a hand of cards for some later time. Perhaps when the ladies are not present. It would not do to humiliate him in front of them. "What say you, Darcy? I have never known you to refuse a turn about the grounds."
 
"If you insist." A soft smile belied his gruff sounding words.
 
"Since you do not need a fifth, I suppose a tour of the garden is in my future as well," Jane carefully placed her dishes on the sideboard.
 

Not long after Elizabeth and Darcy discovered themselves well ahead of their more leisurely companions. He could not help but notice the way Lizzy wrung her hands as they made their way down the sandy path.
 
"Please forgive me if I am too forward, Miss Elizabeth, but you seem to be quite distressed this afternoon. Is there something I might do for your present relief? Would you like to return to the house? Perhaps we should find a bench for you to rest?"
 
"That is very kind of you, sir, but I fear it is your forgiveness I must ask." She paused midstride. "I am afraid my actions this morning do not reflect well upon my family." She blushed furiously. "My mother has always warned me that my mischievous ways would be the downfall of me. I fear that this morning, I have taken my penchant for enjoying the absurd too far."
 
Bradley was indeed correct, at least about her concerns. "I am not so certain I agree with you."
 
"How is that, sir?"
 
"I believe my mother would have been apt to do the same thing herself." He laughed at the thought. "I have not told you much about my mother, have I?"
 
She shook her head and allowed him to place her hand in the crook of his arm. She sighed at the warmth of his nearness.
 
"My mother was a rather unconventional woman. Although she was born to the highest circles, she cared little for society. Her greatest joy, outside of her family, was the role of mistress of Pemberley. She loved the estate and its people. She held in the greatest disdain women like, forgive my bluntness, Miss Caroline, who only saw their estates as a means to a lifestyle." They walked several steps in silence. "I believe she would have whole-heartedly approved of the lesson you provided Bingley's sister today. I believe that Mrs. Cooperton would say the same thing. Though too much of a lady to remark upon it directly, I believe she found her time with Miss Caroline to be rather challenging."
 
Elizabeth quietly considered his words. "I am all astonishment, sir. I was quite certain of your censure," her voice broke uncertainly.
 
Darcy stopped again, to stand before her. She looked away from him, but with a finger under her chin, he guided her to look up at him. "I do not believe I could ever censure you, Miss Elizabeth."
 
Hesitantly at first, she looked into his eyes, her heart fluttering at what she saw in their depths. It is as if he speaks more with his eyes than his words. I shall indeed regret his removal to Pemberley. Her eyes misted at the thought.
 
"What is that sadness in your fine eyes?" he asked very softly. I wonder if she can hear my heart as loudly as I do.
 
She hesitated for a moment, but could not deny him an honest answer. "I…I shall miss these walks when you return to Pemberley."
 
His face softened as he sighed. "I have no plan to return there soon."
 
Blinking back the moisture from her eyes, she smiled weakly. I have said far too much.
 
Gathering his courage, he drew a deep breath. "When I return to Pemberley, after your father is sufficiently recovered to manage Longbourn once again, I… I… I do not wish to return alone." He watched as an enchanting little crease formed between her brows. "It seems you do not understand my meaning."
 
"I am afraid that I do not," she replied breathily, but the light in her eyes suggested that she in fact did.
 
"I believe I am hearing another one of your small falsehoods, Miss Elizabeth." He smiled brilliantly.
 
He is so handsome! I have never seen a man smile like that before! Her heart pounded in her throat.
 
"But you deserve to hear my intentions declared as clearly as I feel them. I think from the very first moment I saw you in the woods, I hoped you might be the companion of my future life. I have never been interested in the first circles of the Ton. Like my parents before me, I love Pemberley, and could not think of a life apart from it. I hope you might consider a future life as mistress of an estate somewhat larger than Longbourn."
 
Her smile immediately gave him her answer, but her eyes twinkled teasingly. "So you are looking to replace your housekeeper? You did not tell me that Mrs. Reynolds was to be leaving you."
 
There will never be a dull moment with you, will there? "I am not so certain that I should continue to encourage this penchant you have to willfully misunderstand me!" he huffed playfully.
 
"I believe that someone must tease you, sir. Has not your Mr. Bradley warned you that you are too serious for your years?"
 
"Indeed he has, but surely you understand that my housekeeper has not the privilege of teasing the master of Pemberley. Only one much closer to me can claim that license." His voice dropped to a breathy whisper.
 
Her breath hitched as she gazed into his eyes. The teasing glint left her expression, replaced by a deep warmth and affection, "I would be very pleased to consider such a future. With you."
 
He released a breath he did not realize he was holding. "I shall speak to your father…" His brows suddenly knit in distress.
 
"What is wrong?" she gasped.
 
"I hope it does not appear to your father that I have offered to assist him with Longbourn having any ulterior motive in mind. I do not wish him to feel…"
 
"Have no concern, sir. I believe I know my father well enough to be able to assure you that he would never encourage any of us to marry against our wishes. He would not sell any one of us off to Longbourn's heir for the sake of providing a secure future for us all. He will not buy your help with…"
 
"…your hand?" he finished for her hopefully.
 
"With a courtship," she winked playfully. "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven*."
 
"Indeed, madam, there is." Unable to contain his smile, he took her hand and pressed it to his lips.
 
*Eccl 3:1

Ch 40:`A wise man listens to advice*

Posted on 2011-01-16

The next morning Mr. Philips arrived with his satchel full of papers. Mrs. Lance greeted him at the door and showed him to the morning room. Mr. Bennet had insisted it was time to get out of his rooms and, with the help of several of the gentlemen's valets, was able to make it there to enjoy breakfast with his daughters and several of the Netherfield party. Though Mr. Bradley was still not able to make it out of his room and the Bingley sisters were still abed, the remainder of the group found the morning meal an enjoyable opportunity for fellowship.
 
"Mr. Philips!" Bingley jumped from his seat and rushed to shake his hand. "You are most welcome! What a delightful surprise! Do join us for breakfast."
 
"I believe I will, thank you. I was in such a decided rush this morning that I did not have much opportunity to break my fast." He slid into an empty chair near his brother. "You seem to be feeling better this morning, Thomas. It is truly good to see you up and about today."
 
"I am not so certain I would call him up and about yet," Mr. Gardiner teased with a wink. "'Up' took the assistance of his valet and 'about' required two more than that!" They all laughed companionably as Bennet scowled playfully at his brother-in-law.
 
"Nevertheless," Jane cut in softly, "we are truly grateful to have your company this morning, Papa."I cannot stop thinking how different this morning might have been had we not had unexpected company that night. We have so much to be thankful for.
 
Colonel Fitzwilliam turned toward her and smiled warmly. She is indeed an angel. Such sweetness! I have never known her equal. How peaceful the home that has her as mistress. She blushed prettily, blinking. After all these years at war, I can think of little I value more than peace.
 
"Uncle Philips," Kitty began, "what brings you to Netherfield so early this morning? With your satchel in your hand you look quite ready to do business."
 
Philips looked toward Mr. Bennet, a little discomfort evident in his eyes. I do not want to reveal anything you would rather have kept private.
 
Mr. Bennet pursed his lips thoughtfully and sighed.I do not want my girls to bear this burden. Yet they were splendid when they stepped into the role of mistress of Longbourn. Perhaps I have tried to shelter them too much. Are these not the very kind of concerns they will have to face in their future lives? Finally he nodded at his brother-in-law. "Your uncle has been drawing up some papers for me regarding the entail. He has identified the new heir of Longbourn."
 
Lizzy swallowed hard as her father opened a topic that they never discussed. "Papa?" Had Mr. Collins simply been the last in line we could be done with this dreadful business. I hate how it weighs on Papa and Mama.
 
"Yes, Lizzy dear, I know. This is something that we have never addressed out of deference to your poor mother's nerves." He laughed a little grimly. "But with all that has happened, it is something that we must now deal with." He glanced at his brothers, silently obtaining their consent. "With your Uncle Philips' help, we are going to attempt something unconventional. Whether this works or not, I mean to see the end to this entail. You girls and your mother shall never have to worry about being removed from Longbourn." Had I only been able to pursue this sooner!
 
"What do you have in mind?" Lizzy quickly asked, her mind racing.
 
"If all else fails, we will pursue a simple recovery," Bennet began.
 
"I do not believe I have ever heard of such a thing," Bingley wondered aloud. I feel so ignorant! I am quickly discovering how little I actually know.
 
"It is no wonder," Darcy said, "few publicize such a thing."
 
"It is a legal suit full of unpleasantries to be sure. If successful, it will restore Longbourn to your father's control," Philips quickly cut in. "But it is a time consuming business and it is considered ungentlemanly in many circles. It is however a largely successful practice and it is a good last resort."
 
"But what else is possible?" Mary asked quietly, a bit uneasy discussing what was generally considered the domain of men alone. I am so grateful that as Mr. Pierce's wife such things will not be our concern. These complexities are too much for me.
 
"Simply put, we are offering to buy him out." Philips glanced at Bennet, then looked toward Bingley and Fitzwilliam. Do you want to air this in front of them as well?
 
Bennet nodded. "You may speak freely. Mr. Darcy has graciously offered his help both to me and to Mr. Bingley and Colonel Fitzwilliam. I have consented to allow him to share the particulars of Longbourn with them." As it seems right now, it is possible that any one of them could be managing Longbourn when I am gone.
 
"I will propose to Mr. Jacobson that he break the entail and allow us to mortgage Longbourn. In exchange he will receive a large portion of the monies from the mortgage," Philips explained.
 
"But how will such a sum ever be repaid, Papa?" Kitty immediately asked, her thoughts whirling with the possibilities.
 
"Your father and I have put together a plan to increase the income of the estate, allowing repayment of the funds in a very reasonable amount of time," Mr. Gardiner replied confidently.
 
"And what of the rebuilding? How is that to be managed?" The words tumbled out before Lizzy could stop them.
 
"We have considered that as well," Mr. Bennnet replied, smiling to himself. You have not given up your mistress' duties, have you my dear? "With Mr. Darcy's help, I believe that can be accomplished." He glanced at Darcy, noticing the gentleman's eyes fixed on his second daughter.
 
"Oh, Papa!" Jane exclaimed, rushing to his side. She threw her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. "You are so very good to us."
 
Mr. Bennet sighed sadly.If only I had done more for you all. I wish I had set aside dowries to secure your futures better. I can see these young men are taken with you girls, yet they cannot possibly be willing to take on a wife with no dowry. I have not done nearly enough. He stroked Jane's back. But I cannot change what has been, only what will be. I will do my best to ensure your futures now.
 
"Thank you, Papa," Mary added, "and Uncle Philips and Uncle Gardiner, for all that you are doing on our behalf. Is there anything that we can do to help?"
 
Mr. Bennet smiled warmly at his middle daughter. "Since I cannot get to Longbourn yet, I am counting on all of you to survey the damage and compile a list of necessary repairs. Once that is accomplished, if you can continue to work with Mrs. Hill on the management of the house…" his voice broke with emotion, "I would be very grateful."
 
"Of course," Lizzy joined Jane at their father's chair. "I must admit, I have come to enjoy the challenge and was feeling rather reluctant to give it up." Not to mention that I will surely go mad without some sort of occupation. I fear I find Miss Caroline's company as dreadful as Lousia had warned us. My behavior yesterday was so shocking! I cannot succumb to that temptation again.
 
Darcy smiled to himself. From across the table, Fitzwilliam winked at him. Mythical creatures indeed! I am glad you came to see for yourself that such ladies do in fact exist. We have been nearly brothers all our lives. Perhaps we will become so in fact as well.
 
"My very dear girls," Bennet gently hugged his two eldest daughters. "Now, now, we cannot allow such a fine meal go to waste. Let us sit down and enjoy this fine repast."
 
Smiling at the gentle dismissal, Jane and Lizzy returned to their seats. Lighter conversation ensued as they finished their breakfast. Once they finished, Mr. Philips briefly reviewed the documents with all present.
 
Bingley and Fitzwilliam, sitting side by side, whispered between themselves. "I would never have considered such a plan," Bingley admitted with a look of admiration toward Philips.
 
"Indeed, I have never heard of an offer like this one being made," Fitzwilliam agreed readily. "It is a bold man who would even dare make such an offer. I am most impressed. I think Darcy is as well."
 
"I have to agree with you. He certainly would not become involved if he did not see merit in the idea. He does not show such things readily, but the glimmer in his eye is a telltale sign for sure. I can almost see the wheels in his head turning, wondering how he can use this kind of strategy in his own dealings. Although not tainted by the stains of trade," Bingley laughed self-deprecatingly, "he is a most shrewd manager."
 
"While I know he is not doing this for self-benefit, I know my cousin and he will be seeking to learn as much as possible from the experience. He collects knowledge as other men collect art, taking great pleasure in every piece he acquires. I expect, in the end, he will benefit as much as Mr. Bennet."
 
Leaning in conspiratorially, Bingley dropped his voice even lower, "I am not sure I agree with you entirely. I believe he intends to come away with a very great benefit to himself indeed."
 
Fitzwilliam laughed, a guilty flush creeping up his neck.
 
"Perhaps you have the same intention, sir?"
 
Fitzwilliam's eyes narrowed, "It seems that the pot is most definitely calling the kettle black."
 
Bingley refused to acknowledge the tease, turning his attention back to Mr. Bennet's conversation and ignoring Fitzwilliam's playful nudge.
 
"Have any of you any questions? Mr. Darcy, any suggestions?" Mr. Bennet asked, ignoring the distraction of the two young men. What can those two be chattering about? They certainly find something greatly amusing.
 
Lizzy glanced at her sisters, brows knotted in thought. "I do not think so, at least not right now, sir. Perhaps after we have had some time to consider all you have said we might discuss this again?"
 
"Certainly, I will welcome your questions whenever you have them. Mr. Darcy?"
 
Darcy chewed his lip with a faraway look. Finally he nodded, "I think the changes that Mr. Philips has implemented are well done. The offer is well thought out. Were I in the situation you describe Mr. Jacobson being in, I would very seriously consider accepting it. I must say this is a brilliantly creative solution and a very generous offer. When you could merely seek remedy in court, I think it speaks of your character that you would try this first."
 
Mary blushed at his praise of her father. I am so glad to hear Mr. Darcy's opinion. I did not know what to make of this business. Mr. Bradley speaks so highly of his principles; I know that if he approves then I can rest easy. No wonder he is so well respected in Derbyshire. Serving the parish he patronized will be a blessing. She smiled appreciatively at Darcy and her father.
 
Bingley and Fitzwilliam stared wide-eyed at each other. I can count on one hand the number of times I have heard him so openly admire a solicitor's work! I am astonished. Perhaps I should consider employing Mr. Philips myself. Fitzwilliam glanced back at his cousin.
 
"Thank you for that, sir." Mr. Bennet nodded somberly. "I suppose then, it is time to allow you to get on with your sojourn to Longbourn." His listeners moved to leave. "Ah, wait, just one more thing." He smiled enigmatically. "It appears that with all the excitement of the last few days my dear girls have forgotten something rather significant."
 
The ladies exchanged perplexed looks. "I am afraid we have no idea what you are referring to Papa," Jane finally said.
 
"It is something that your mother and Lydia would certainly not have forgotten," Mr. Gardiner hinted with a small smile.
 
Kitty's brows creased thoughtfully before her eyes widened with surprise. "There is an assembly at the end of the week, is there not?" She clapped her hands excitedly.
 
"Indeed there is." Bennet crossed his arms over his chest." I do not believe I have ever seen this news received with such equanimity in my household."
 
"I agree with you, it is rather shocking, is it not? I do not believe their mother would ever be so unmoved by an upcoming assembly," Mr. Gardiner teased with a knowing grin.
 
"Surely you cannot mean for us to attend?" Mary asked, stunned. Jane and Lizzy nodded emphatically.
 
"I most certainly do. I promised your mother before she left that I would see to it that you did not miss out on such entertainments that are available to you in Meryton due to my taciturn and unsociable disposition. She was most concerned that I would forbid you to keep company at all in her absence." How little she could have expected a gathering like this one, or even the dinner party that preceded it. I must admit I surprised myself, having so much company without Fanny to manage it. But I am so very glad that I did. We might not all be here enjoying this meal otherwise.
 
"Oh Papa!" Lizzy exclaimed. "Do not speak about yourself so. You know you are none of those things."
 
"I am pleased you hold your old father in such esteem, Lizzy. But we both know there are those who would certainly disagree with you," Bennet teased back. "So to the assembly you shall go."
 
Darcy looked from father to daughter, smiling to himself. I never have been partial to dancing, but this assembly might prove to be the exception.
 
"What a capital idea!" Bingley declared. "I cannot think of a better way to dispel the heaviness that threatens to settle upon us! I love a country dance!" I hope Caroline does not wish to go. Perhaps Darcy and Fitzwilliam can help me come up with a way to discourage her attendance. Then again, after yesterday, it might behoove me to discuss this with Miss Elizabeth!
 
"But who will chaperone us?" Lizzy demanded. "We cannot attend alone! It would be entirely inappropriate for us to attend alone."
 
Bingley looked a little crestfallen, though Fitzwilliam and Darcy nodded in approval. A look of disappointment fell over Kitty's face.
 
"Lizzy is quite correct," Jane nodded somberly.
 
"A woman's reputation is as beautiful as it is brittle, Kitty," Mary softly explained, looking down at her hands to hide her own disappointment. "We cannot be too careful." After what we have suffered due to Lydia's behavior, we cannot afford to take liberties in the eyes of our neighbors. It seems we have regained their good opinions in recent days. I do not want to jeopardize that for an assembly, no matter how much I would like to attend.
 
"You do me credit girls, your mother would be very proud of you." Bennet nodded with a warm smile. "But I am not so unaware of propriety despite my unsociable tendencies." He laughed despite Lizzy's scowl. "Your Uncle Gardiner has offered to accompany you all to the assembly in my place. So you will be properly chaperoned, never fear."
 
"Thank you Uncle!" Kitty clapped softly. "An assembly would be so much fun, especially right now."
 
"I am certain your mother would wish for you to attend for just that reason." Gardiner winked at his niece. "So I am staying until the assembly, then I shall return to London to bring word of what has happened at Longbourn to your mother."
 
Jane and Lizzy exchanged concerned glances. "Will you bring her back home then?" Jane asked.
 
Fitzwilliam watched Jane carefully. She looks so troubled at the thought. I wonder what is going on. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to ask her later.
 
"I do not yet know," Gardiner replied carefully. "Your aunt and I will see how she responds to the news and make a determination from there. She has experienced great improvements in recent days."
 
"As much as I would like to have her back with us, I do not wish to jeopardize her recovery," Bennet quickly explained. "Whatever your uncle decides is best, and Lydia will accompany your mother."
 
As much discomfort as their sister has brought to them, I am not disappointed to hear that. Bingley glanced at Kitty. One difficult sister in residence at a time is quite enough.
 
"I think Mama would appreciate that, Lydia's company always cheers her." Kitty quickly agreed.
 
"So then, go upstairs and inform your maid that you will need your gowns readied for the assembly. I imagine she would appreciate the extra time for preparation. Then get yourselves ready to go to Longbourn. I am in great need of your reports! Now off with you!" Mr. Bennet waved his hand impatiently.
 
The ladies rose and began to whisper among themselves as to what gowns they should have readied for the event. Bingley and Fitzwilliam followed them out. Gardiner and Philips moved to help their brother from his seat.
 
"Sir, if you will, I would like to have a word with you before we go?' Darcy asked softly.
 
Bennet's brows rose high on his forehead. "All right, Mr. Darcy. Is there anything else you need before you are off, David?"
 
"No, I believe we have settled everything. With your leave, I will depart immediately for Bristol. I will send you word by express when I have news." Philips gathered the remainder of his papers into his satchel.
 
"God speed, brother," Gardiner reached out to shake Philips' hand. "Thank you for all you have done for Madeline and me and for what you are doing now."
 
"You have done no less for us," Philips nodded.
 
They quickly left the room, leaving Darcy and Bennet looking at each other expectantly for several long breaths. "So, Mr. Darcy, you wished to speak to me?"
 
"Yes, indeed." Darcy tugged uncomfortably at his cravat. Speak man! Now is not the time to be tongue-tied "I am afraid I am in a bit of an uncomfortable situation. I do not wish you to misunderstand my motives."
 
"Your motives? Speak plainly, sir, what is on your mind?" What kind of behavior does he believe he needs to defend?
 
"I do not wish you to believe that I offered to help you with Longbourn for any hope of gain on my part."
 
"I still do not understand you, sir." Bennet's brow furrowed deeply.
 
Darcy took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I spoke with your daughter, Miss Elizabeth yesterday…"
 
Bennet felt his face grow cold, knowing what was coming.
 
"I asked permission to…to…to court her, sir. She has agreed."
 
"A courtship, Mr. Darcy? Are you not rushing into this? You have only known each other, what three weeks, perhaps a month at most? Do you always enter into such serious commitments with so little preparation?" I was not prepared for this to happen so soon! First Mary, now my Lizzy?
 
"I know our acquaintance has been of short duration, sir, but I am not an impulsive man. You may ask Bingley or my cousin to verify that." Darcy sighed, rubbing his chin. "Mr. Bradley has been known to your family for a long time, has he not? He has giving me his blessing. I no longer have my father with me, but I trust Mr. Bradley as I would have trusted my own father. I hope his approval means something to you as well."
 
Interesting how he does not look to his own qualifications to recommend him. That is unusual for a man of his standing. How many would apply to me on the basis of their wealth or influence or connection? He has all of those to be sure and yet he does not rest upon them. How singular.I "You are correct, your vicar's opinion is of great value to me. However, I must wonder if you truly are aware of what you are asking. I know your sister to be in possession of a large dowry. Tens of thousands of pounds is the number I have heard bandied about, but the exact value is of little importance. It will certainly be a burden to your estate to lose that liquid capital when she marries. A reasonable man would look to replace at least a part of that loss through the addition of his wife's fortune. However, you cannot look to my daughter to restore any of that value to you. I must confess I have not laid aside a yearly sum to bribe worthless young men to marry my daughters. So she has little to offer in that regard."
 
Darcy grimaced at the comment. I hate to admit it; he is right though. My aunt and perhaps even my uncle as well would certainly consider me a fool for even entertaining the thought of a dowerless wife. "I well understand that sir. However, I also well understand that you love your wife."
 
Bennet's eyes grew wide. How would he possibly know that? Ah, I am sure Lizzy has made that known to him. Still it is not a thing of which gentlemen speak. But it is not the time for such arrogant discretion, is it? "Unfashionable though it is, you have spoken the truth, sir. I am afraid I do not understand how that is relevant to this conversation."
 
"It is indeed unfashionable, however, it is what I grew up with as well. My father and mother were a rare couple. It is relevant to me now because I saw what they had, and I want it for myself." Darcy paused to meet Bennet's eyes. "I find it difficult to speak of such things, sir, but you deserve honesty from me. I abhor disguise of any kind." He drew a deep breath, steeling himself to speak what he had only barely admitted to himself. "I admire and esteem your daughter greatly. She is the handsomest woman of my acquaintance, and I can hardly think of a future without her. I have not declared myself to her yet, but over the course of the last few weeks, I have come to love your daughter quite dearly. You cannot possibly wonder why." A wry smile lifted his lips.
 
"While that is true, humor her old father and convince me." Bennet removed his glasses and wiped them off, his eyes misty.
 
"Miss Elizabeth is a beautiful lady, to be sure, but her beauty is so much more than her fine eyes or lovely face. She is a wise and caring woman who is devoted to those she loves. Her wit is a delight and her teasing somehow brings out the best in me. I am a better man for being with her. How could I not love such a woman? May I please have your permission to court your daughter?"
 
A tear slid down Bennet's cheek. "I do not imagine you are much in the practice of asking permission from anyone, are you sir?"
 
"No, but you will find I am apt to seek advice from those who have proven themselves worth listening to. Like you, I have been called taciturn and unsociable. But I pray that does not also mean I am any more cold and unfeeling than you." Darcy cocked his head, lifting a brow.
 
"Touché, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps you are a suitable match for my Lizzy after all. She needs someone who can match her lively mind. She would not do well for a man who wants a showpiece on his arm and a deposit in his bank account." He chewed his lip pensively. "You have my permission, sir." He laughed ruefully, "Somehow it seems as though I just had this conversation with another young man. And I have the feeling that there will be more to come rather sooner than I would like."
 
"You daughters are remarkable young ladies, sir. Should you wonder that they are receiving attentions from worthy gentlemen?" Darcy carefully replied.
 
"No, I suppose not. But when you have a daughter, you will understand."
 
* Pv 12:15

Ch 41: The lips of the wise protect them.*

The following afternoon, Jane sat in the garden on a well shaded bench somewhat hidden from view. With anxious fingers she broke the sealing wax on her aunt's letter. Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone. An elegant young man leaned casually against a tree just out of view, watching her intently.
 
Fitzwilliam sighed. He had seen the housekeeper deliver her correspondence to her, noting how anxiously she left the room. With a soldier's stealth, he followed her, until she came to rest at the stone bench. How peaceful it is to simply watch her. It is as though she brings serenity with her very presence. How many nights on campaign did I long to feel what I am feeling now? This may be the only opportunity I have to obtain what I have longed for. I will not waste it. I do not think Mother and Father ever believed me when I told them that I would not marry for wealth and connections. Father ignored my rantings and Mother just patted my shoulder and assured me that I was just upset over the indiscreet comments I had overheard, I would change my mind soon enough. She will be very disappointed in me when she sees I have not.
 
He threw his head back against the tree trunk. The Army son! Father said, it would be the making of me. Without a doubt, it has made me, but I do not think you or Mother understand what it has made me. He shook his head against the grim images that threatened to assault his mind's eye. What a fine figure you cut in our red coat! Mother declared. How I despise that color. I have seen far far too much of it. Would that I never have to see it again.
 
Unconsciously he flexed his hands into fists. I left the Army a changed man indeed. Changed by the screams of dying men. Changed by the fear that death was waiting for me behind the next tree. Changed by seeing the rich bleed and die just like the poor. Changed by knowing how I have played a role in so many of those deaths. No I will never be the same again. I do not see how any man can be the same after years spent in combat.
 
Drawing a deep breath, he willed himself calm. None of what I once cared about has meaning any more. I simply want to find a place of peace and rest where I can live out my days and forget the screams of the battlefield. That God might allow me that with a wife and a family is almost too much a blessing to believe possible. But there she sits, angelic in her countenance! She could sit for a sculptor seeking to capture Irene* in marble. But could such a woman wish to spend her days with a battle scarred man such as myself?
 
His reverie was broken by Jane's soft gasp. He watched as she lifted her fist to her mouth to bite her knuckle, a look of great distress in her eyes. Without a thought he rushed to her side, perching on the bench beside her. "Miss Bennet, are you well?" he exclaimed.
 
'Oh! Colonel Fitzwilliam!" she cried. "I did not realize you were there." Why does it seem that you are always there when I least expect it? And how is it that I suddenly feel so safe with you watching me?
 
"I am so sorry for startling you. I was…walking by and I heard you. You sounded so distressed." He glanced down at the letter in her hands to hide the flush he felt on his cheeks. "Have you received bad news?"
 
She glanced down at the folded paper for a long moment. What will he think of us if I tell him? But he will find out. There is no hiding such news. "You are correct sir. I have received a letter from my Aunt Gardiner. While she writes of continued improvements made by my mother, there is painful news regarding my sister Lydia."
 
I feared as much! I can only imagine Miss Caroline's gossip has some validity after all! How dreadful for Miss Bennet and her sisters.
 
"I told you earlier of the concerns I had when my aunt wrote earlier of Lydia's despondency." Fitzwilliam nodded somberly. "She has finally found out what my sister has done…and what is being said about it." Jane's shoulders sagged sadly.
 
After a brief silence, Fitzwilliam sighed, "I imagine that the gossip that is circulating is far worse than the truth underlying it."
 
"You are quite correct." Tears welled in Jane's blue eyes, spilling quietly over her cheeks.
 
"It seems the way of people, I am afraid." Very softly he caught her tears with a fingertip. "I have assured you of my friendship, Miss Bennet. If sharing this burden would ease the weight you carry, I would be most honored to listen."
 
"You are too kind." She swallowed hard. I would rather he hear this from me first. Even if it costs me his good opinion, it is better this way. Blinking hard, she looked up into the cloudless sky. "My sister is a lively girl and at times lacks restraint. She also wants discretion and can display the selfishness that is so common at her age. But she is not a mean-spirited girl and would most certainly not do anything to intentionally hurt another. I know her well enough to be most certain of that. Though not always as sensible as I wish she would be, she was raised with strong principles. But it seems her indiscretions have finally caught up with her."
 
Dear me, it sounds as if much of what Miss Caroline said may be true after all. "You said that she was staying with Colonel Forster and his wife. Did something happen to her while she was with them?"
 
"Yes, but I fear it was largely of her own making." She rubbed the remaining tears from her face.
 
"What happened?"
 
"As was her practice when the Regiment was stationed in Meryton, Mrs. Forster entertained many of the younger officers in the afternoons. Lydia made it her occupation to flirt with them as often as possible. But had begun and ended there, we would not behaving this conversation." Jane frowned deeply. "Whilst she was in Brighton, Lydia encountered the Miss Carvers, the sisters of Mr. Carver who was the previous occupant of Netherfield. Mr. Carver left Meryton to escape…" her voice hitched, "undesirable influences on his sisters."
 
What did that man say to Miss Bennet? Surely he did not find her influence undesirable?
 
"Lydia regularly invited the Miss Carvers to meet the officers at the Forster's house. The sister's followed Lydia's example, or so Mr. Carver believed, and became known among the regiment as shameless flirts. Their brother was not aware of his sisters' activities, at least not at that time." Fixing her eyes over his shoulder, she continued. "Miss Carver, who I am distressed to say was quite forward even coming into Lydia's company, was quite taken by a young lieutenant in the regiment. One of his friends was fond of my sister. Miss Carver persuaded Lydia to agree to a clandestine meeting in the woods outside of town."
 
"Were the young ladies compromised?" Fitzwilliam gritted his teeth, dreading the answer.
 
Jane sighed, "Their virtue, my Aunt reports, was not ruined, but Lydia is no longer the innocent she once was. They were fortunate that Mrs. Forster received word of the meeting and the Colonel happened upon them before something more serious happened. I fear if it were not for his fortuitous appearance, the results would have been far worse. As much as I would like to believe otherwise, I cannot bring myself to believe that young men who would make such a suggestion would do so with the most wholesome of intentions."
 
"No doubt." He laid three fingers over hers on the bench.
 
Her voice caught in her throat at the touch of his hand. He eyes drifted down for just a moment, savoring the sight of his hand on hers. I should pull my hand away, this cannot be proper. "At that point Colonel Forster wrote Father and insisted that he come retrieve Lydia saying she had become unmanageable. Though he did not make known the severity of the Colonel's censure, my aunt's letter leaves me with no doubt. Stupid, stupid girl!" Jane crumpled the paper in her hand and exhaled heavily. "For her part, Lydia, it seems received a great fright. She had no idea of the danger she had put herself in nor the liberties the officer might attempt to take with her. She understands a great deal more now. I am deeply sorry that she should have to learn in such a terrible way. But it seems at least that has had a positive effect on her. My aunt writes she has become far more discreet."
 
"That is welcome news. But surely that is not all that has happened. I can see it in your eyes; there is more to your tale." His eyes sought hers, holding them in an intimate embrace.
 
"I am afraid you are correct. The elder Miss Carver received an offer of marriage from her lieutenant and agreed to elope with him. Apparently she thought it a great romantic adventure. Though Lydia did not support her friend's decision, she was persuaded to help her accomplish the elopement. Miss Carver threatened to spread word of Lydia's compromise throughout Brighton if she did not assist. Colonel Forster threatened to flog the two young men involved if word of their meeting got out, so Lydia thought she would be safe from exposure. Given Miss Carver's threat, Lydia did as she was asked." Jane broke their gaze, feeling as exposed under his scrutiny.
 
"Of course. I imagine she did not tell Colonel Forster what was going on because he was already so put out with her."
 
Surprised, Jane met his eyes once more, finding them filled with understanding. "Yes, that is quite correct. But it appears that there were few secrets in the Regiment nonetheless and Mr. Carver was made aware of his sister's plans in time to intercept them on the way to Gretna Green. He was able to stop what would have been an imprudent marriage on both sides."
 
"But the Carver's blamed Lydia?" He pressed her finger's warmly.
 
"Indeed. Mr. Carver blamed my sister both for influencing Miss Carver and for assisting in the deed. Miss Carver declared that it was Lydia who convinced her to go through with the elopement. Miss Martha Carver, her younger sister, agreed and the three have been telling the story to anyone who would listen not only in Brighton, but now in London. He went so far as to confront my Aunt in her own drawing room, bringing these accusations against my sister to her face. Aunt Gardiner writes it was a very unpleasant interview and that my Uncle was required to remove Mr. Carver." Jane swallowed hard. With a weak smile she added, "So it seems the Bennet sisters have quite a reputation in London now." Tears filled her eyes again. I know you have pledged your friendship, but with connections such as yours, you cannot risk associating with our family.
 
Fitzwilliam considered his response carefully. "I find it interesting that they would so freely circulate the tale of their sister's indiscretion, for whatever reason. For them to place the blame on your sister is to say that Miss Carver is a woman of weak mind and even weaker values. A woman who could be so easily persuaded to act against her principles is surely not one that any respectable man would wish for in a wife. In their efforts to cast a shadow upon your sister, I believe they have put themselves in an even poorer light. What is more, those who are familiar with the ways of society, given a few moments to consider the tale, would be apt to ask why they spread such gossip themselves unless they are trying to prevent the truth of the story from coming out."
 
Jane started at him wide-eyed and skeptical.
 
"Oh yes, there are always those who will believe whatever they are told by the first person who tells them." As is most certainly the cast with Miss Caroline, I am afraid. No one could mistake her for a woman of good sense though. "However, the older women of the Ton are as canny as the officers that I used to serve with in the Army. They are not prone to take such intelligence merely at face value. I truly believe that the Carvers are unknowingly doing more damage to themselves than they are to your sister and the rest of you."
 
"You are very kind. But my Aunt also writes that she expects that word of this sordid affair will be reaching Meryton soon. We are not so far away from London and many come and go from there regularly. I would be surprised if the gossip is not already making its way around the neighborhood." She blinked hard and rubbed her temples. "I do not believe that the gossip-mongers of our small village are as savvy as those of the Ton's first circles. Here, it will be taken at face value. I fear we will feel the effects most dreadfully. I must discuss this with Lizzy. Perhaps it will be best that we do not attend the assembly after all. There is no need to expose ourselves in such a way, especially when we are already imposing upon Uncle Gardiner to chaperone us."
 
I cannot tell her that Miss Caroline has already been a part of spreading such malicious gossip. But I will not stand idly by and allow Jane and her sisters to be so damaged. "I have been a soldier for a long time, Miss Bennet, and if I may be so bold as to suggest this is not the time for a retreat. To do so is to suggest that the gossip is truth. If I were leading this campaign I would charge in with a frontal assault, fighting back this malice directly."
 
"I am afraid I do not understand. For my sisters and I to argue with such…"
 
"I do not mean for you and your sisters to argue. You are correct, it would not reflect well upon you. With your permission, allow me to share this with Bingley, Darcy and Pierce. Allow us to fight for our fair maidens. I am certain we can counter this attack on your family and successfully defend your reputations."
 
Our fair maidens? Did I hear him correctly? Does he mean what I think he means?
 
Fitzwilliam watched her face closely, suddenly realizing he had let slip more than he had intended to in his simple statement. He suddenly laughed to himself.
 
"Forgive me, sir, but I fear I do not understand why you are laughing." I have misunderstood! He is laughing at me! What a fool I am!
 
"Most particularly when you have been discovered in such an inappropriate encounter." Mr. Bennet's voice came from behind them. He leaned heavily on a thick cane, scowling at the couple.
 
"Papa!" Jane exclaimed, jumping up to rush to him. "Please, come and sit down. I did not think you were supposed to be walking about on your own yet."
 
Hobbling to sit down as his daughter directed, Mr. Bennet continued, "Do not distract me, Jane. I could not keep to the house for one moment longer. While I appreciate your concern, I still require an explanation for this indecorous meeting."
 
Jane stammered, but Fitzwilliam cut her off. "It is my fault, sir. She was sitting here reading her correspondence when I came upon her. I suppose I should not have joined her as I did without a chaperone present."
 
"No, you certainly should not have." Mr. Bennet glared. "What moved you to make your inappropriate choice, sir. I am quite certain that a man of your standing know much better."
 
"I could see Miss Bennet was distressed by what she had read and I was concerned for her comfort."
 
Glancing at Jane, Mr. Bennet saw the traces of her tears. His anger grew. "Then explain to me your laughter! I see she has been crying and you find amusement in that?"
 
"Papa! Please, it is not like that." Jane protested laying a hand on her father's arm.
 
"I do not take my amusement at her expense, sir, far from it." Fitzwilliam sighed in resignation. "I was laughing at myself sir."
 
"At yourself? I require more explanation than that." He tapped his cane on the ground impatiently.
 
"You should have it," Fitzwilliam agreed, seeking Jane's eyes. "We were speaking of a military campaign. I laughed at the irony. I revealed my secrets to you without even realizing it. I suppose it was good that I never faced interrogation during my tour in the Army since I give up intelligence so easily."
 
"Your secrets sir?" Jane's brows rose. Then I did hear him correctly? A pretty blush rose on her cheeks.
 
A broad smile lit Fitzwilliam's face. And I have her answer! A sudden light-headedness rushed through him. "I believe I need to have a discussion with you sir, one that you have perhaps had in recent memory with my cousin?"
 
Mr. Bennet's frown and huff revealed his answer.
 
"Lizzy and Mr. Darcy?" Jane exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands. "How wonderful! She did not tell me, but I could see in her eyes that something important had transpired. We tried to speak last night, but…"
 
"Yes, yes, my dear. Go speak with your sister. She will have much to tell you I have no doubt. It seems I am destined to have another very difficult conversation. I should be prepared for this by now, but this may just be too much for a father to bear all at once." He waved her off.
 
She gasped, alarmed, and turned to Fitzwilliam. Both men looked at her and laughed.
 
"My dear girl," Mr. Bennet patted her hand. "You are indeed too good. You see only the best in others, but you are most easily fooled by our teasing." He turned to Fitzwilliam wistfully. "Perhaps she does need one of His Majesty's finest to protect her after all."
 
*The Greek goddess of peace
**PR 14:3