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Ch 42: Keep your tongue from evil*

Posted on 2011-01-23

The following afternoon, the young gentlemen gathered for tea at Mr. Pierce's cottage. They sat together in the cheerful drawing room as the housekeeper flitted to and fro.
 
"Thank you, Mrs. Potts," Mr. Pierce smiled. "You have done yourself proud today! It all looks and smells delicious. I do not see how we can possibly finish all that you have laid out for us."
 
"Aye, sir," she laughed, "but you give me so little opportunity to lay out a good table for you." Her eyes twinkled merrily.
 
"I know, serving a curate is a life of such deprivation," he agreed, chuckling.
 
The others joined in, Bingley's distinct laugh most prominent of them all. Mrs. Potts curtsied and left the room, shutting the door behind her. For a few moments, the occupants of the room served themselves from the generously laden sideboard.
 
"I say, this is a lovely roast of beef." Bingley laid several thick slices on his plate. "I must ask Mrs. Lance to speak to Mrs. Potts about where to obtain meat such as this. It seems that Louisa has not yet identified all the best shops."
 
"Do enjoy yourself, Bingley. It will do Mrs. Potts' heart good. She is quite correct, I tend to have little company, and she does so enjoy presenting a good table. Without a proper mistress, I am afraid this old bachelor is rather at loose ends regarding entertaining guests." His smile became wistful. "I am happy that the problem will soon be remedied." He turned his gaze to Darcy and Fitzwilliam. "It seems that I have begun quite a rush of conversations for my dear landlord and soon to be father-in-law. I probably should apologize to him for that, as it seems he was woefully unprepared to consider so many suits for his daughters' hands at once." He grinned as he saw the bewilderment on the cousins' faces. "You truly do not understand how rapidly word travels in a village this size. I know you believe you kept your counsel diligently, but the walls and the servants have ears. Good news such as this does not stay quiet long."
 
Squaring his shoulders with quiet dignity, Darcy nodded with amused resignation. "Pemberley's servants are schooled by my housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds, in the need for discretion at all times. My dear mother would tolerate no gossip, neither within the house nor among the neighbors. While she was a patient mistress, this was one issue upon which there was no negotiation. There were no second chances regarding the matter of gossip. One confirmed episode, and the servant was dismissed without references. It did not take long for the message to be clearly received. From time to time a new servant came and went quickly. But, in general, the staff has stayed with us for a long time. Forbidding wagging tongues seems to be a small price to pay for the pleasant conditions that Pemberley has to offer."
 
"But we are not talking about estates and servants, Darcy," Pierce teased, reaching for his teacup. "I believe you have left the more pertinent issue unaddressed."
 
Darcy tipped his head. "Too true, sir, you are correct, Miss Elizabeth has agreed to a courtship and her father has granted me his permission." He could not suppress the smile that flirted at the corners of his lips.
 
"Oh, ho!" Fitzwilliam laughed, slapping his thighs." Do not let his calm demeanor fool you. That twinkle in his eye and the smile he tries so diligently to hide are that gentleman's equivalent of a young boy running unfettered through a meadow crying out for joy at the top of his lungs."
 
Darcy turned an inscrutable eye to his cousin and lifted a brow. "Once again, cousin, you are attempting to divert attention from yourself by focusing it upon the one who least deserves it."
 
"Least deserves it?" Fitzwilliam took a long sip of his tea. "I can hardly agree with that. You have surprised us all by asking a woman with whom your acquaintance has been of short duration, nary a month, I believe, for a courtship…" He paused to consider Darcy's curious expression. "Nooo," he shook his head knowing, "you asked for her hand, and she insisted on a more proper courtship, did she not?"
 
Darcy frowned and looked away, returning his attention to his plate. Some day you will learn to hold your tongue Fitzwilliam!
 
"You see, I am right! She would not take your hand right away! The much sought after Fitzwilliam Darcy was expected to behave like a mere commoner and engage in a courtship first!" Fitzwilliam laughed and nudged Bingley. "And he says this is not attention worthy! No, every young heiress of the Ton will be crying bitterly into her pillow tonight, and he thinks that is unworthy news. Indeed, Darcy! To think, you have flaunted custom and, in the eyes of many, good sense, and believe that is not in some way noteworthy?"
 
Darcy's dark eyes flashed angrily as he ground his teeth and fidgeted in his seat. "Are you suggesting in any way that my offer to Miss Elizabeth…"
 
"Was nothing less than the pinnacle of good taste and judgment, to be sure! I could intimate nothing less. But surely you must agree that not all will see the matter in the same light."
 
Bingley flashed a warning gaze at Fitzwilliam. "Miss Elizabeth is a fine lady, Darcy, and I think you are a very fortunate man to have gained her acceptance."
 
"And I agree with your fine friend here," Fitzwilliam quickly agreed, sensing the tension radiating from Darcy. It will not do to anger him. I had thought by now he would be more amenable to a tease but perhaps I overestimated his transformation. Or perhaps this is still to unsure a place for him. For all his confidence, perhaps this is his Achilles' heel.
 
"Do not believe you have succeeded in your quest, Richard," Darcy warned calmly, not looking up from his bread. "You have not achieved the diversion you believe you have."
 
"Whatever do you mean by that?" Fitzwilliam demanded playfully, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
 
Pierce and Bingley exchanged amused glances, suppressing their laughter. Pierce leaned into to Bingley, whispering, "You would think those two are brothers the way they carry on!"
 
"They will be soon enough!" Bingley whispered back with a wink.
 
"You seem to overlook the very pertinent fact that I requested an audience with Mr. Bennet after speaking with Miss Elizabeth. I approached him in all humility and asked permission to court his daughter." Darcy placed his plate quietly on the table beside him. "Whereas you, my brash cousin," he looked at Bingley and Pierce with a conspiratorial smile, "if Miss Elizabeth recounted the story to me correctly, you were caught in an inappropriate interview with Miss Bennet and called to account for it by her good father."
 
Bingley began to laugh, slapping Fitzwilliam's shoulder. Pierce turned an admonishing eye on the colonel. "I believe, sir, you have some explaining to do. Although not official, yet, I do take the liberty of considering Miss Bennet my sister already, and I cannot allow you to tarnish her reputation."
 
"We were in the garden, in plain sight of the house…" Fitzwilliam protested, blushing.
 
"Without a chaperone…" Darcy clearly enjoyed Fitzwilliam's discomfort.
 
"There was no need for a chaperone! Apparently her father was watching us the entire time! So, in fact, you could say that we were chaperoned." He raked hair back from his forehead. "I was out for a walk and saw her reading…"
 
"And were found at her side by her father!" Darcy blinked, brows lifted. "You were even so bold as to hold her hand."
 
"I was not!" Fitzwilliam slapped his thighs while his companions chortled merrily.
 
"Give it up, Fitzwilliam, he is not going to let you win this hand," Bingley advised, wiping tears from his eyes. "You must admit defeat once in a while."
 
Snorting, Fitzwilliam waved them off and returned to his plate.
 
"Oh, do not sulk now, sir," Pierce teased, offering to refill his tea.
 
"This is not a sulk," Darcy countered, "I have seen him sulking in high dudgeon, and what you see now bears no resemblance to it."
 
Fitzwilliam eyed him narrowly. "What has happened to you? You look like Fitzwilliam Darcy, but the resemblance ends there." He smiled and shook his head. "I do believe that the liveliness of your Miss Elizabeth is catching up with you. Between her and your friend Bingley here, they will have you a reformed man. Your days as the taciturn and unsociable Master of Pemberley are numbered! Enjoy them while you can. Soon enough, no one will believe you to be stern and intractable."
 
Darcy sighed contentedly. "And I will be a better man for it." He regarded his cousin for a moment. "I believe that Miss Bennet is working similar changes upon your person as well. Her serenity seems to have softened the edges of your humor, Fitzwilliam. I believe your mother and sister will approve."
 
Fitzwilliam snorted, but his smile belied his scowl.
 
Pierce nodded, "I do believe the Bennet sisters bring out the best in us all, as true helpmeets ought." He turned to Bingley, "So are you to be added to our number soon?"
 
Bingley swallowed hard. "I…that is to say…that is a personal question is it not?"
 
"A man who cannot take his own medicine!" Fitzwilliam crowed reaching over to slap Bingley's back.
 
"Miss Kitty is full young, she is only seventeen." A blush rose on Bingley's fair skin.
 
"Many girls enter their first season in London at that age," Darcy countered calmly.
 
"Louisa's betrothed Mr. Hurst will return from the continent in just a few months. We expect the wedding will be just two or three months after that." Bingley pulled at his cravat uncomfortably.
 
"What does that have to do with Miss Kitty?" Fitzwilliam challenged.
 
"She and I…we…I mean to say…we discussed the matter at some length and we have decided to continue our acquaintance until Louisa has married. She will stand up with Louisa and I with Hurst, then we will…"
 
"Announce an engagement of your own?" Darcy lifted an eyebrow.
 
"Perhaps a courtship, we will see at that time."
 
"That is nearly six months, man!" Fitzwilliam waved his hands excitedly. "Do you think it wise to wait so long? Are you not concerned that a bolder man will not seek to take your place? Why could you wish to take such a risk? She is a lovely young lady."
 
Pierce studied Bingley critically. "This is not about Miss Kitty, but rather about your sister." Bingley flushed bright red and he bowed his head. "You and Miss Kitty do not wish to distract from Miss Bingley's wedding."
 
Still looking down, Bingley said softly, "She has been in Caroline's shadow all her life. Miss Kitty wishes to allow her to be the center of attention for her wedding. Miss Kitty has already begun to help her plan. I do not recall seeing Louisa so happy. Another event near in time would only distract from Louisa's."
 
An awkward silence followed. Finally Darcy leaned in to clap Bingley's shoulder. "You are a good brother, Charles. I am willing to wait a little while longer to add you to my growing collection of brothers."
 
"And I am glad to know your intentions toward my future sister are honorable." Pierce winked. The men laughed as some of the tension dissipated.
 
"All levity aside," Fitzwilliam sighed heavily, turning all eyes to him, "I am afraid it is time for us to rally ourselves to defend our helpmeets, as we are called to do."
 
Suddenly every man in the room was sober and alert. "Defend them from what?" Darcy demanded.
 
"I stopped to converse with Miss Bennet yesterday because she was deeply distressed by news she had just received from London."
 
"Her sister?" Bingley asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
 
Fitzwilliam leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I am afraid so."
 
"What is the news? When I spoke with Miss Mary, she told me nothing." Pierce rubbed his knuckles under his chin.
 
"I do not believe she knew anything until well into the evening. Miss Bennet took some time to share the news with her father and uncle before approaching her sisters with it." Fitzwilliam looked from one pair of concerned eyes to another. "You will forgive me for putting it this way, Bingley, but the good news is that the truth is not nearly as bad as the intelligence that Miss Caroline shared with us."
 
"Caroline spoke of it to you?" Bingley snapped angrily, looking ready to spring to his feet. That is the last straw! Darcy, you were right. I am glad I have already begun the arrangements to send her to Scarborough. "When did she tell you?"
 
"Shortly after the fire at Longbourn, the next evening perhaps? I take it you forbade her from speaking of it?" Fitzwilliam said. "Well, at least it left me prepared for what Miss Bennet shared with me. That is some small blessing."
 
"Is it right for us to be discussing this without them? Would they wish us…" Pierce wondered aloud.
 
"I have already sought Miss Bennet's permission to have this conversation, so you need not fear on that account." Fitzwilliam smiled to himself. You would certainly not have survived as a soldier. I suppose it is a good thing you are a clergyman instead, you are much better suited to that office..
 
Pierce sighed with relief. "I am pleased to hear that. So then, what has happened?"
 
Quickly Fitzwilliam recounted the details of Jane's letter. "Clearly the fault here is with Miss Carver, and she seeks to defend her reputation by ruining Miss Lydia's. Sadly, it is a tactic I have seen before."
 
"I have seen Caroline attempt it herself; but it did not go well for her. There were enough who could see through her ploy and place the blame squarely where it belonged. Unfortunately, Louisa was caught in the backlash, and it has been very difficult for her as a result. It is too easy for sisters to be caught in the downfall of a sibling." Bingley scrubbed his face with his hands.
 
"The Ton will have to deal with itself for now. I think we must concentrate on what is going on here in Meryton." Fitzwilliam rubbed his fist into his other palm.
 
"It sounds as though you have something in mind." Pierce leaned back in his seat to listen.
 
"I do." Fitzwilliam smiled wryly. "My mother managed the intrigues of the Ton with as much strategy as any general I have served with. I have watched her for many years, and I believe I have learned a few things from my observations."
 
"All right then, Colonel," Bingley grinned, rubbing his hands together, "take command of this operation."
 

Mary rapidly strode through the corridor, returning to Mr. Bradley's room. Doctor Abbot had just visited, and she had seen him to the door. She was grateful for good news this afternoon. The doctor had declared that Mr. Bradley was mending well, so well, he thought, that perhaps he was not suffering from a broken bone after all, but merely a serious sprain. Louisa's arm appeared to be without infection, and her father's burns were healing cleanly and his ankle was much better able to bear weight. Her mind, relieved of these burdens, began churning on other issues.
 
"Oh, Miss Caroline!" Mary exclaimed as she tried to avoid colliding with the other woman. "I am so sorry. I am afraid I did not see you there."
 
Caroline stopped abruptly, a sour look on her face. At first she glared at Mary, but her gaze quickly softened. "Do not be alarmed, Miss Mary, I am quite well." She patted Mary's arm.
 
"I am glad for that. Now, if you will excuse me, I must return…" I do not wish to be rude, but I certainly do not want to engage in conversation right now.
 
"Of course, dear. I completely understand." Caroline smiled condescendingly.
 
Something about the tone of Caroline's voice made Mary pause mid-step and look back at her warily.
 
"I am sure you must be quite upset, and in no mind for chat. Never mind. You can be sure I understand, and will not hold it against you." She turned to walk away.
 
Mary's face grew cold and her chest tightened. "Excuse me, Miss Caroline, but I do not have the pleasure of understanding you." She cannot possibly be aware of Jane's letter. I certainly have no wish to discuss it with her.
 
"Your secret is safe with me, do not worry. I am the pinnacle of discretion."
 
"What secret do you believe yourself to be keeping, for I have no recollection of sharing any confidence with you?"
 
"You did not need to share it with me. The word of your sister's shocking imprudence is all over town by now, to be sure." She laid her hand on Mary's shoulder. "Everyone knows. There is hardly any secret left to be kept."
 
Mary's eyes flashed angrily. "What precisely is it that you believe you know about my sister?"
 
"Her hand in Miss Carver's near elopement; how she convinced an innocent girl to try and abscond away with that young officer; that is the talk of Meryton right now. Then, of course, there is Miss Lydia's impropriety with an officer of her own…."
 
"That is quite enough, Miss Caroline. I insist on knowing whereby you came by this information, and why you believe it is all over Meryton." She tapped her foot impatiently.
 
"While in town, I made the acquaintance of Miss Martha Carver. I am afraid she was privy to these events first hand. It was she who made me familiar with your sister's role." Caroline's brows lifted, daring Mary to challenge her.
 
"Miss Caroline, knowing how you have been affected by gossip yourself, I am incredibly surprised that you would believe such information so unquestioningly. Can you not discern when tales are being told simply to destroy the reputation of another?" Mary's eyes flashed with irritation.
 
"Of course you would say such a thing. You must be desperately afraid."
 
"Afraid of what?"
 
"Surely you have considered that a clergyman cannot be connected to such an intrigue. As soon as he hears of it, I am quite certain that your Mr. Pierce will be forced to withdraw his offer. A woman with such a sister could not be a parson's wife. Everyone will consider her as wanton as her sister!" Caroline sighed, "You poor dear. I can see by your face, you never considered such a possibility, did you? I am sorry to be the bearer of such dire news for you. Truly I am, especially considering there is little chance you will ever have another such offer. With no dowry, no worthy man will have a reason to look at you again."
 
Mary's face grew pale as she gasped. It cannot be possible. Surely it cannot!
 
"You look as if you are going to faint! Here, let me help you to a chair." Caroline took Mary's arm.
 
"Caroline!" Louisa's strident voice called from down the hall. "Stop it right now!" She quickly made her way to Mary's side.
 
"Whatever are you talking about, Louisa? I was merely helping our friend find a place to sit down. I am concerned she is about to succumb to a fit of nerves, just like I heard her mother was wont to do." Caroline clutched her chest in offense.
 
"She is in such a state only because of what you said to her!"
 
"Please, Louisa, let it rest," Mary whispered hoarsely, grasping Louisa's hand. I must get away from this horrid woman! How can Louisa possibly be related to her?
 
"No, not this time, Mary. She has gone too far." Louisa spun on her sister. "I heard enough, Caroline, enough to be confident of the horrid things you just said to my dear friend. I cannot imagine what possessed you to say such things!"
 
"What of it? I only spoke the truth as I know it." She glanced at Mary, who leaned heavily against the wall. "Does she not deserve to know what is being said of her family? Is it not right that she should be allowed to prepare herself for the inevitable?"
 
"I think, Miss Caroline," came Mr. Bradley's voice as he appeared at the doorway of his room, balancing on a pair of walking sticks, "that you have said entirely too much. Allow Miss Mary the dignity of considering all you have had to say without quite so much company." Mary looked up gratefully, tears in her eyes. Bradley beckoned her to him and she immediately went to his side. "That is a dear girl. Help me back to my chair now. I fear it will take me far longer to become accustomed to these sticks than I first thought." Mary helped him limp back into his room. "I believe my first estimates about my mobility were a bit ambitious."
 
Louisa watched her friend disappear into the room, then whirled on her sister. "You have gone too far this time, Caroline," she hissed.
 
"You forget yourself, Louisa!" Caroline snapped back, tearing her arm out of Louisa's grasp. "How dare you speak to me like that! Who do you think I am?"
 
"I think you are a selfish, self-centered, mean-spirited excuse for a woman, who is never happy unless she has made someone else feel lower than herself." Louisa's eyes blazed as she stamped her foot.
 
"I will hear no more of this! You will not speak to me this way, I will not have it." Caroline tried to walk away, but Louisa followed her closely. "Leave me now. I have no wish for your company."
 
"At last there is something we agree upon!" Louisa exclaimed. "Neither Charles nor I have wish for your company any longer either! I am so pleased to hear we are in agreement. I will do as you ask, and take my leave of you. As soon as Charles returns, I will tell him you no longer are desirous of our company, and will be leaving for Scarborough as soon as arrangements can be made." She smiled triumphantly.
 
"How dare you! I said no such thing. I have no intention of…"
 
"I did not ask you your intentions, Caroline. I have informed you of what is going to take place. Or have you forgotten that Charles declared that if you made any further mention of that horrid gossip you would be removed from this house immediately?"
 
Caroline snorted, "That? You must be joking. You and I both know he meant none of that. He was merely making bluster to impress Mr. Darcy, who was observing the entire interview." She waved her hand dismissively.
 
"I would not be so certain of anything, sister. You can be sure I will be talking to Charles as soon as he returns this afternoon. If I were you, I would start packing my trunks immediately. I will be sure and inform your maid." Louisa spun on her heel and stomped away, panting to catch her breath. I think if I were not so angry, that would actually have felt good! I cannot believe that she would say such things to dear Mary. But no more. This is the last time Caroline will embarrass me in that way.
 

Mary assisted Mr. Bradley into an overstuffed chair near the fireplace, blinking back tears as she tucked a blanket over his lap.
 
"You must not overtax yourself, sir. I know what Dr. Abbott said, but you must not push yourself too hard, too soon. We cannot risk you taking another fall and making your injuries worse still," she lectured, her voice wavering slightly.
 
"You are a dear girl," Bradley clasped her hand warmly. "Now, pull up that other chair and have a seat beside me."
 
Reluctantly, Mary did as she was bid. "Do you care for tea, or perhaps anything else? I can get Mrs. Lance…"
 
"No, no, I am perfectly fine. What I wish is to speak to you." Bradley caught her eye. She could not hold up under his gaze, and tears began to overflow. He fumbled in his pocket to withdraw a handkerchief and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, hiding behind the linen square for a moment to restore her composure.
 
"What do you wish to speak of, sir?" Mary asked softly, folding the handkerchief over itself several times.
 
"I just wanted to thank you for the prodigious good care you have taken of me. Dr. Abbot is quite convinced you have been instrumental in my recovery. I am very grateful. To be most honest with you, I have spent many years caring for others, but there have been few who have shown me as much care as you have. I am humbled to receive such a gift."
 
"You are most welcome, sir." Mary swallowed her tears back. "It is an honor to be able to offer you some small service."
 
Bradley smiled thoughtfully. "Do you recall the story of Job, Miss Mary?"
 
"I do," her brows knit, "pray tell me why you should bring that up now?"
 
"It does seem like an unusual reference, does it not?" He laughed softly. "I have long considered Job, what he went through and what he must have thought and felt. At the end of his story, if you remember, he was granted sons and daughters equal to those he lost in his trials." Mary nodded, still clearly perplexed. "I believe I finally understand how he must have felt to be surrounded by his children once again."
 
"I am afraid I still do not understand you."
 
"I suppose I am being rather circumspect today. I do not believe I have ever told you, I lost my wife in childbirth. I raised my daughter alone until she was the age of your youngest sister." He watched her eyes flicker with interest. "My daughter was seduced by a gentleman's son."
 
"Oh, I am so sorry, sir!" Mary cried, her hand covering her mouth.
 
"She died in her confinement, taking with her, my grandson."
 
Mary shook her head, tears overflowing once again.
 
"I fear I have often thought of Job. Sometimes I have fancied myself to have felt like him as well. Through the years, I have felt that connection with Job lessen. But today, I am feeling that kinship renewed. You see," he reached to take her hand, "I feel as though the good Lord has restored to me a daughter in you, and in Pierce, I now have a son as well." Mary looked up at him in wonder. "My heart is very full right now."
 
"But Miss Caroline…" Mary stammered.
 
"What of her? Her words are worth little, and she certainly does not speak for me, nor for your Mr. Pierce." He nodded encouragingly. "Though her words are hurtful, to be sure, just consider the heart that speaks them. Have compassion on a heart so hurt and bitter that she could feel vindicated in such speech." Mary dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief again. "I look quite forward to having you and Mr. Pierce back at Pemberley with me."
 
"You know that Mr. Darcy…"
 
"And I am immensely pleased he has finally done so. I am glad for you that your sister will be near. I know that will be a comfort for you both as you come to such an unfamiliar place. But I have no doubt that you shall learn to love Pemberley as I have. You two will be most welcome in the neighborhood, I am certain." Unable to contain herself, Mary threw her arms around his neck and hugged him hard. Contentedly, he returned the embrace. I am indeed blessed.
 
* PS 34:13

Ch 43: Do not repay evil with evil *

The next morning Bingley stood arguing loudly with the ticketing clerk. "What do you mean two weeks?!" he shouted.
 
Fitzwilliam stared at his friend, shocked at the outburst. I did not know you had it in you, man. Good on you. Darcy tells me he hardly recognizes you. Now I see why.
 
"Sir, I am very sorry. I would like very much to help you," the rattled young clerk stammered, dabbing at the sweat beading on his forehead with a limp handkerchief. "If it were in my power, I would have the coach set off for Scarborough immediately. However, it is simply not possible. The weather in that part of the country has been particularly brutal these last few weeks, and the roads are currently impassable to a coach of any size. Even on horseback, the trek is difficult at best. It is our best estimate that it will be a fortnight before the roads are safely passable again."
 
"I will check back with you in a week," Bingley growled and stalked out of the office, Fitzwilliam scurrying behind. They kept a brisk pace down the street. "I cannot believe this. I simply cannot believe this." He threw his hands in the air, gesticulating wildly.
 
"Slow down, Bingley! If you were a horse, I'd worry about you throwing a shoe at this pace!" Fitzwilliam laid a hand on his shoulder to bring him to a halt.
 
"Can you please explain to me how it is that now I have finally decided to send my sister away, there is no way to do so?" Bingley ground his teeth angrily. "Would that I could send my carriage with her and be done with it. But I need it here, and do not wish her the satisfaction of inconveniencing me in such a way!"
 
"The roads are impassible, even if you sent your carriage, it would do no good. She still could not get to Scarborough. Moreover, had you chosen to send her back the day she arrived, you could not have done so safely, the roads have been inundated for that long." Fitzwilliam forced back his laughter. "Take a deep breath and calm down. It would not do to give yourself an apoplexy."
 
"That is easy for you to say! You do not have to deal with the harridan!" Bingley panted hard, recovering himself.What has happened to me? I cannot believe what she has driven me to! "I am sorry, Fitzwilliam. You are right. I am overreacting. I am just so frustrated right now. I truly do not know what to do."
 
"With any luck for us all, she will continue to keep to her rooms. I believe that she thinks if she stays out of your way long enough, you will forget your ire and things will return to the way they have always been." Fitzwilliam set off walking again, leading the way toward the coffee house.
 
"I am at loath to admit that is precisely what she has experienced in the past." Bingley removed his hat to rake his fingers through his hair. "I have allowed her to manipulate me, permitting her to behave as she would without censure. Now we are all paying the price. I expect she does not believe I will make good on my threat." He tucked his hat under his arm.
 
They entered the small shop and sat down near the window. Fitzwilliam signaled the serving girl to bring them coffee and something to eat. "So do you believe she means to attend the coming assembly?"
 
Bingley frowned and rubbed his pounding temples. "I have no idea what is going on in her mind. Who could predict what goes on in that dark place? I cannot leave such a thing to chance though. I will forbid her from attending this very afternoon. She will have no further opportunity to spread her gossip."
 
The girl returned with their coffee and a plate of fresh scones, jam and butter. She curtsied, and Fitzwilliam dismissed her. They wasted no time in helping themselves to the fragrant offerings.
 
"You may want to reconsider that." Fitzwilliam savored a mouthful of raspberry jam. Darcy would enjoy this. They taste like Pemberley.
 
"Have you gone daft? What possible reason could there be for permitting her in a public place with people who might listen to the vitriol she spews with nearly every breath!" He spread jam on his scone, carelessly dripping some on his sleeve. Grumbling, he fumbled with his napkin to mop the berries from the fabric.
 
Fitzwilliam raised his hands in surrender. "I will grant you, at first blush, it does seem a ridiculous idea, but hear me out. As an officer for His Majesty all these years, I have acquired a bit ot tactical expertise. I believe we can use this to further our cause."
 
"You are quite serious about this! I cannot believe what I am hearing. But I suppose I would do well to listen to you, hardened soldier that you are; you might have some insights for handling this dragon." Bingley laughed grimly as he sipped his coffee. "My, this is strong stuff they brew here. Where is the cream?"
 
"Here you go, and some sugar as well." He handed the items to his friend, smiling to himself as Bingley poured a liberal measure of both into the bitter beverage. Fitzwilliam took another bite of his scone, savoring the sweet jam. "You believe that Caroline is the bearer of most of the gossip in town?"
 
"I am most certain of it."
 
"Then, not only will our behavior with the Miss Bennets make a clear statement, our interactions with your sister will as well." Fitzwilliam lifted his eyebrow suggestively.
 
Bingley's eyes widened with interest. "What are you suggesting?"
 
"Only this, if she finds her expectation of ready partners from the Netherfield party is not fulfilled, others may infer neither her company nor her words are welcome to us. The three of us being gentlemen of some notoriety in the neighborhood, that message could be a very powerful one indeed."
 
"Are you suggesting we cut her in public?" he gasped. As horrid as she has been, I do not believe I can bring myself to do such a thing. That really is taking things too far.
 
"No, nothing so ill-mannered. That would not reflect well upon any of us." Not to mention Jane would never forgive me for doing such a thing. I would by no means sacrifice her comfort for anything to do with Caroline Bingley. Fitzwilliam extended his hand. "To fail to ask her to dance while dancing with the rest of the ladies in our party is by no means a direct cut. Nothing at all need be said. After all, she cannot very well demand a dance from any of us, and if we fail to offer, what can be said that would not draw attention to her plight? If she complains, then more will attend to it, and if she does not, well then the most observant will notice, and I doubt they will keep it to themselves very long."
 
Bingley nodded slowly as understanding dawned. "I doubt she has made many introductions in town either. She has kept mostly to the house; so there will be few possible partners if she does not seek introductions…"
 
"And none of us will be able to make those introductions." Fitzwilliam leaned back in his chair.
 
"Why exactly is that? As long as I have known, Caroline will get what she wants."
 
"We, you and I, Darcy and Pierce, will all be dancing with the Miss Bennets or their lovely friends, Miss Bingley or the Miss Lucases. With two dances for each of them, I believe that our time will be entirely spent devoting ourselves to their amusement. It would be rude of us to leave them for Miss Caroline, especially when the dances have been arranged days in advance. Of course, she could always seek out the assistance of the master of ceremonies, Sir William Lucas, if I am not mistaken, to make introductions for her. But as he is an old friend of the Bennet family, I do not believe he is well pleased with what he has heard attributed to your sister. So he may be reluctant to make good introductions for her as well."
 
"So she will stand the evening with the ladies she has criticized for being slighted by the best gentlemen? With her only recourse being that which would draw more attention to her plight?" Bingley grinned broadly. "All without any real action against her on our part?"It cannot possibly be so simple.
 
"Precisely. It would not do to lower ourselves to standards unbecoming gentlemen. That is entirely unnecessary. There are sufficient other women to dance with. If we fail to escort Caroline to the floor, it does not mean we should be without partners ourselves. That should speak quite loudly without us ever having to utter a word."
 
Bingley laid his scone on his plate and applauded softly. "I am in the presence of a true genius, sir. I am sorry to have ever doubted you. I will speak to my sister this very afternoon, and let her know her exile to Scarborough has been delayed. I will suggest she attend the assembly, since many of Meryton's London visitors attend the event as well. She might find more acceptable company there than she has in the neighborhood at large."I cannot believe I am agreeing to such a plan. I have never considered standing up to her before! This is quite invigorating.
 
"I think that will do very well. I believe with such enticement she is very likely to wish to attend. In the meantime, encourage her to keep to her rooms. We still have to manage through these next few days in the house with her." He laughed. "Forgive me that was ungracious of me."
 
"Have no fear, you are forgiven. There was far too much truth in that remark to even begin denying it." How fortunate it is that Caroline has decided that your fortune is not sufficient for her standards. Doubtless we would never have become friends had she set her cap for you. I would be a much poorer man for that.
 

The ladies were gathered in the breakfast room, finishing their morning tea. The gentle morning light warmed the room, giving promise for the rest of the day. As the sunbeams tickled the cut flowers Mrs. Lance had placed on the table, their heady fragrance filled the space.
 
"She said what?" Lizzy demanded, setting her teacup down with more force than was necessary. The blossoms swayed and bounced in response. Several petals dislodged and floated to the table. Placing her hands on the table, she firmly pushed her chair back. "What could she have been thinking to say such things? Forgive me. Louisa, but this is hardly forgivable!"
 
"Lizzy!" Jane and Mary exclaimed simultaneously.
 
"Even you. Jane. cannot possibly find a way to excuse such unfeeling behavior, especially when you are a guest in her home!" Lizzy rose and began to pace along the large window. Really Louisa, I understand what it is to have a difficult sibling, but you must make some efforts…
 
"I do not believe she considers this her home, Lizzy." Kitty glanced back at Louisa, wincing at her friend's pained expression. "Louisa is mistress here. In reality, she is only a guest like us."
 
Lizzy rolled her eyes. "Are you suggesting this excuses her? If she is a guest here too…"
 
"And an unwelcome one at that," Louisa murmured. "No, Jane, do not look at me that way. I speak the truth. Charles would agree with me, and if he were here, I am certain he would not hesitate to say so. She is here because she is our sister, not because we desire her company."
 
"Be that as it may," Lizzy turned back from the window, "It still does not excuse her behavior toward my sister!"
 
Mary said nothing, watching her elder sister curiously. How strange this is. Just a few short months ago, I would never have expected her to defend me like this. Has her regard for me changed so, or did I fail to understand it then? I wonder what has transpired.
 
"No. it does not," Louisa agreed softly, "I am so sorry, Mary, I am so sorry." She choked back a sob.
 
Mary rushed to her friend's side and laid her arm over her shoulder. "Please, Louisa, do not cry on my account. I am well. Indeed, Mr. Bradley was of great comfort to me yesterday, and he helped me to put Miss Caroline's words in perspective." Turning to Lizzy, who looked ready to speak, she continued, "No, that does not make what she said acceptable. Nor will I allow her to continue to abuse me, or any of us, any longer. But I have forgiven her, and I am at peace. She is not, and perhaps never will be. Please. Do not do anything that will escalate this strife any further."
 
"You are very wise, Mary," Jane immediately agreed, her eyes on Lizzy. "Returning spite for spite will not improve anything."
 
"We cannot forget that we have in our own family a rather difficult sibling," Kitty added with a sharp look toward Lizzy. "I am afraid we too are guilty of ignoring Lydia's behavior far too long and thus contributing to her current situation. Miss Caroline would not have anything to be talking about were it not for the consequences of Lydia's behaviors."
 
Lizzy blushed, "I am sorry, you are quite correct Kitty, I was too harsh. I am sorry Louisa, that was ungracious of me."
 
Louisa breathed a sigh of relief. "Sadly we are both in much the same circumstance. I cannot hold your frustration against you. I am afraid I had a few harsh words with Charles out of my own irritation with Caroline." She and Lizzy shared weary smiles.
 
"Lydia has found that her actions have returned to haunt her.," Mary said. "I am afraid it will not be long before Miss Caroline feels the fruits of what she has sown."
 
"What do you mean? Mary, I have seen that look on your face before. What do you know that you have not told us?" Lizzy eyed her sister carefully as she walked closer to her.
 
Mary nodded, a small frown appearing. "I am afraid Maria Lucas told me yesterday that she had heard of Miss Caroline, and wondered if she lived up to the stories told about her."
 
"Stories about Caroline?" Louisa grew pale.
 
"Do not fear, Louisa, you have been welcomed warmly into the neighborhood. I am quite certain that the people of Meryton have separated you from your sister," Mary gently assured.
 
"So what have you heard?" Kitty demanded impatiently. "I knew I should have joined you on your call upon the Lucases yesterday!"
 
"Just as the news concerning Lydia has made its way from town to here, information regarding Miss Caroline has as well. Wherever people travel, it seems, they will talk, and the more compelling the tale, the more they will share." Mary returned to her chair. "Sir William has entertained numerous guests in the last days. Several stories about Miss Caroline have reached Maria's ears as a result." I hate being the bearer of such news to you, Louisa, but better you hear this from me than to find out some other way.
 
"Several?" Louisa groaned, hiding her face in her hands. It is going to happen all over again. I will never be able to show my face in public again! She has done it again!
 
"There is no need to recount what I have heard. It is enough to know that the information is being energetically related," Mary shrugged sadly.
 
"I am not surprised," Louisa murmured into her hands. "It was this way in town. Once word of Caroline's transgressions spread, we were social outcasts. I should have known this respite would not last." She leaned her head back in the chair to stare at the ceiling. Perhaps I am the one who needs to escape to Scarborough!
 
"Louisa," Kitty rose from her seat. "You are coming to town with me today. Lizzy, please make my apologies to Father and Mr. Darcy. I know I was to accompany you to Longbourn, but Louisa and I have urgent business in town this morning."
 
"No! I cannot…."
 
"Yes, I do believe that Kitty is quite correct." Jane walked to Kitty's side. "I think I shall accompany you as well, if I may…"
 
"And I," Mary agreed. "It will be a good thing for everyone, I believe."
 
"It is decided then," Kitty nodded firmly. "Will you convey the message, Lizzy?"
 
"Well it seems I must," she laughed gently. "If Hill did not need me at Longbourn, I would join you as well."
 

Some hours later, Lizzy and Darcy walked through the warm afternoon sun in Longbourn's park. Mr. Bennet believed them to be surveying the efforts to clean the front elevation of the house from all remaining traces of soot and smoke. While they had indeed accomplished their task, they lingered in the park, neither quite yet willing to relegate themselves back to the confines of the house. The servants had done excellent work cleaning the house, but it still smelled of smoke, leaving an oppressive feeling in the air.
 
"I still cannot believe this has happened. It feels like a very bad dream." Lizzy stared back at the house, shaking her head. The façade still bore a few traces of soot stains, though she had to look carefully to find them. The broken windows were still a sad reminder of the trauma they had all suffered. I keep wishing I would wake up from this nightmare, but I am afraid if I do, he will no longer be here.
 
Darcy stood beside her, his shoulder almost touching hers. "Such things are always so unexpected; they never feel real at first."
 
"I feel like I am in a fog. When will it lift?" She turned to look up at him.
 
He gazed into her eyes, lost in their depths. "I wish I could say, but I do not know. For me, clarity seemed to come faster as I found useful employment for myself. Sitting in the midst of the chaos only seemed to prolong the pain for me." He paused, reconsidering. "But I do not know if that is best for everyone. Perhaps Mr. Bradley would know better how to counsel you. He has faced many tragedies of his own, and carried many of us in Derbyshire through ours."
 
"I shall take your advice and keep myself occupied." His brows knit, his eyes seemed to darken. Her now familiar impish smile lifted the corners of her mouth, "And I shall make a point of seeking out your friend."
 
He laughed softly. "You have not lost your teasing ways. That is a very good sign your melancholy will be of short duration." A curl escaped its captivity and teased him from just behind her ear. He longed to feel its softness between his fingers.
 
"My father has always said that the day I am not able to find something to laugh at will be a very dismal one indeed." She took his proffered arm and they began to walk again.
 
"I think your father is correct. Your wit is one of your greatest gifts, Miss Elizabeth." He cast a sidelong glance at her, laying his hand warmly over hears. He squeezed it gently, enjoying the feeling of her hand in his.
 
"So now you have begun to extol my virtues Mr. Darcy?" She laughed merrily to cover the sudden flush that rose to her cheeks. How is it that the touch of his fingers should be so compelling? "What have you not told me about the state of Longbourn? The situation here must be dire beyond what all of us have suspected!"
 
He looked at her with gentle exasperation in his eyes. "You are a difficult lady to court. I was under the impression that a woman liked to hear her calf-eyed lover exalting her merits to the skies." You are uncomfortable with too much praise. Perhaps you are as I and wonder at its sincerity. I will find a way to convince you of my admiration yet.
 
"I suppose that is true," she stepped carefully over a stone, squeezing his arm for balance, and lingering a moment longer, "but I have been told that you never look at a woman except to find fault with her. In light of such intelligence, what am I to make of these very uncharacteristic declarations?"
 
You do question my sincerity then! "Who would say such a thing about me?" Darcy blushed hotly. Fitzwilliam! You and I need to have a long discussion…or perhaps I need to speak with Miss Bennet instead. "Am I to believe that you would rather have me catalogue your faults instead?"
 
"No, that would certainly not do. My faults are many, and are best kept without notice." I fear if you knew the true extend of them you might find me less appealing. "As for the source of my intelligence, I have my loyal informants, and I would never betray them." She lifted her hand to her heart. "Try as you might, sir, I am most steadfast in my resolve."
 
"They are fortunate to have you to protect them, madam, for surely a lesser woman would have betrayed them by now."
 
Lizzy laughed warmly, "Perhaps I need laughter, as you need useful occupation. Does not the Good Book say a cheerful heart is good medicine?"
 
"Mr. Bradley has said that to me more than once." He bowed his head sheepishly. "Although I do not believe I have learned that lesson as well as I should have. Perhaps I need an expert to take me under her tutelage."
 
"You honor me, sir." She smiled up at him. The warmth in his eyes took her breath away.
 
"I fully intend to Miss Elizabeth. I desire nothing more than to convince you of the honesty of my regard for you. I abhor every manner of disguise and cannot bear to bring myself to utter empty flattery. You are truly a most accomplished woman and I cannot help but wish to voice my admiration."
 
She pressed her lips uncertainly.I must be honest with him. What life could we have together if I cannot be? She drew a deep breath to gather her courage. "You are a most difficult man to deny. It is only that I am deeply aware of my own shortcomings and too much praise is difficult for me. I fear that someone who knows me well enough to offer such commendation…"
 
"Will not find enough to commend?" he offered, gently brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek.
 
She softly gasped as his touch. Biting her lower lip, she dropped her eyes and nodded. "I fear that a sharp wit and being well read are not among those accomplishments that are generally considered necessary for young ladies this season."
 
"I find them indispensible." He boldly reached for her tantalizing curls and ran it through his fingers.
 
Suddenly the old tom cat jumped from the bushes and looked up at them blinking, startling them both. "Oh!" she cried.
 
He caught her hands as she jumped. "It is just the cat!" he laughed. The world stopped for a moment and he held her hands tightly in his, staring into her upturned face. The sparkle in her eyes and the turn of her lips mesmerized him. Unconsciously he leaned toward her.
 
"Meorww." The large orange cat rubbed itself against their legs energetically and purred loudly.
 
Darcy straightened a sheepish look in his eye. He stooped to pet the creature who joyfully accepted the scratches under his chin. "But perhaps he has been sent to us as a warning that it is time for us to return. I fear your father will wonder what has become of us. It would not do for him to believe I am as licentious as my cousin." The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile as she laughed. "If I cannot be trusted to accomplish such a simple task for him, how will he trust me with his treasured daughter?" She is my treasure now too. He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, covering it with his free hand.
 
Her heart raced as she fought the desire to brush a stray curl from his forehead. Is it possible for a man to be beautiful? Handsome does not seem a strong enough word. "Despite your protests, I do believe that your courtship, though perhaps unconventional, is quite satisfactory, Mr. Darcy. You have my permission to extol my virtues, sir," she winked, "for as long as our tom cat will listen."
 
*1Pt 3:9

Ch 44: By their fruit you will recognize them *

Posted on 2011-01-30

"Tell me you are joking, Charles, Please!" Louisa pleaded. "The roads are washed out?"
 
Charles sighed and laid his hand on his sister's shoulder. "Fitzwilliam can vouch for me. I did everything in my power, but it is just not possible."
 
"I simply cannot believe this. It does not seem fair." She turned and wept into his shoulder. "It feels like some kind of sick joke."
 
"I know… I said the very same thing. But we have little choice." He sighed, stroking Louisa's back as she cried softly. I knew you would be upset, but I had no idea just how severely. "Miss Kitty told me that your trip into town was pleasant though." He fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief.
 
Louisa took it gratefully and mopped her face, her tears quieted. "I still cannot believe it. I did not want to go, not after hearing that tales of Caroline's actions in London had reached here."
 
"Oh no! I had no idea that gossip about Caroline was circulating." He grimaced. "I fail to understand then why Miss Kitty would insist you go into town under such circumstances." His brow creased at the thought. "But you do not seem taxed by it. Why is that?"
 
"When Mary announced that she had heard tales from Maria Lucas I was devastated. I knew that I could never show my face in town again." Sadness suffused her eyes. "So naturally, Kitty insisted that I must do exactly that." She shook her head, remembering. "You can imagine, dear brother, that I thought her quite out of her mind and had no intention on following her suggestions."
 
Bingley rolled his eyes. She is so bold; I wonder that she and Louisa can be such good friends. But perhaps that is exactly what Louisa needs in a friend. I certainly find it invigorating. How fortunate we are to have met the Bennets and how fortunate am I to have obtained her regard. "So naturally you went to town."
 
"Naturally." Louisa laughed at the irony. Under Kitty's influence, I find I hardly know myself these days. But I am not sure it is such a bad thing. " Mary and Jane agreed that it was a good idea, so we all went." Louisa sighed heavily and sat down in the soft chair near the window. "It was indeed the oddest thing, Charles. I do not know what to make of it. The entire experience was so different than what happened in London."
 
His brows shot up. "Go on."
 
"I think we stopped in nearly every shoppe in town. We had confections and tea, talking to everyone who would stop long enough for a greeting. I do not believe I have ever socialized so much in my life!" She laughed softly. "But it was remarkable. Everyone we spoke to was kind and gracious, even those I encountered without one of my friends. There were none of the looks or cuts that I encountered in town. There were even a few who discretely offered their sympathies regarding Caroline."
 
"That is noteworthy. I suppose what we have heard is true, the country is quite different than the city." Apparently more different than I could have hoped.
 
"It must be." She looked out the window wistfully. "I had many ladies who inquired after Mrs. Black and her family, the tenant here who has been struggling with illness. She has fallen ill again, you know. The Bennets had been visiting her before we arrived and they took me to meet her. I have continued to look after her since we have been here. I suppose that has become known in town. It seems that is looked upon well here."
 
"Of course it is. You have become all that an estate's mistress should be, Louisa, do not doubt that. I am proud of you." Charles laughed. And Hurst will be delighted for you too. He had hoped you coming here would give you ease about becoming mistress over his estate. I look forward to writing him soon. "I am sure our friendship to the Bennets, especially in light of the fire has not hurt our standing either. Though none of this was done for show by any means, it is good to know that something can count in our favor. The society here is very different than in London." And much more agreeable to the likes of you and I.
 
"Despite the house in town, I am glad that Mr. Hurst does not prefer to spend his time there. His estate is near a small town much like this one. I had been worried that I would not fit in there when the time came, but I am of quite a different mind now. Thank you for bringing me here. I know I was uncertain at first, but I am grateful for the time here."
 
"As am I Louisa."
 

The next several days flew by in a flurry of busyness for all the residents of Netherfield. An epidemic of summer colds swept through the neighborhood leaving the ladies in a whirlwind of visits and packing baskets of comforts for the families of the two estates. Mr. Pierce asked their help, along with the ladies of Lucas Lodge, in visiting sick parishioners as well. Lizzy divided her time between these calls and meeting with her father and Mr. Darcy to work on planning restorations at Longbourn.
 
The day before the assembly, she sat in Netherfield's dining room nibbling at lunch and pouring over papers and plans spread out over the large mahogany table. With her were her father, Uncle Gardiner, Mr. Darcy, Col. Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bradley. Bingley, Louisa and her sisters were calling upon the Lucases.
 
"It appears that you will need a considerable amount of finish carpentry done on the second floor," Darcy began, indicating several lists on the table.
 
"Yes, I believe so. The expense concerns me though. Have you any ideas?" Bennet drummed his fingers on the table. Fanny is made so uneasy with strange men about, having one in the house may be intolerable to her. I may have to continue imposing upon Edward's hospitality for the duration of these repairs.
 
"I have considered this issue, sir and have a possibility for you to think about." He turned to Bradley, "I would welcome your opinion on this as well."
 
"Now I am intrigued, what do you have in mind?" Bradley leaned forward, elbows on the table.
 
"Do you recall young Lewis?"
 
Bradley thought for a moment. "Yes, I had not thought of that…but I do believe it might be a most advantageous situation for everyone." He chewed his lip, nodding.
 
Turning to Mr. Bennet, Darcy explained, "Young Lewis is the son of one of my tenants. He had some difficulties getting along with his father and brothers so, with Mr. Bradley's assistance, we put him to work with a carpenter on the estate. It has been a most advantageous situation for everyone, but he is of an age now that he wishes to marry. I noticed that you have a cottage that is not currently occupied on the estate."
 
Bennet nodded thoughtfully. "It is a small one, but it is in good repair. The last cottagers were an older couple who recently moved to be with their oldest daughter. What are you suggesting?"
 
"If you are willing to allow him use of the cottage for the next six months, perhaps longer, in exchange he can do the carpentry at Longbourn. In his spare time, he can seek other jobs around the neighborhood. She can work the garden and perhaps pick up other work around town. Washing or mending, those are the things she currently does in Lambton. If all goes well, by the time he is finished with his work for you, he will be known and trusted in the community and have sufficient work to sustain him and his family. He can begin to pay rent and he and his family can make a new start here in Meryton."
 
"It sounds as though there has been some trouble with this young man. That does concern me." Gardiner glanced back at his brother-in-law. I cannot imagine my sister being easy with this at all. "What do you say of this Bradley?"
 
"I cannot pretend that he has not been a challenging situation, but Lewis has certainly proven himself in recent months. The girl he wishes to marry is a gentle, kindly young woman who has brought out the best in him. Sadly, his past haunts him in Derbyshire. People have long memories I am afraid. He would do well to have a second chance in another place and I believe he would rise to the occasion." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "While there is no way to completely predict a man, I would be willing to support this scheme."
 
"Still, with so many young ladies in the neighborhood," and in my home "I cannot agree without meeting him first. Would it be possible for him to come for a trial, perhaps a fortnight so that we may see how agreeable this arrangement might be to everyone?" Bennet pressed his lips tensely. "It is possible he might not find Meryton to his liking."
 
Lizzy watched the concern on her father's face. There is something I do not know, I am sure of it. He never looks so troubled without a reason. I do not believe he will tell me though. But if Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bradley will vouch for this young man's character, then I think this a wonderful solution to several problems.
 
"That is a reasonable offer. With your permission, I will write my steward and make the arrangements straight away." Darcy made a quick note in his journal.
 
Mrs. Lance appeared in the doorway. "Beggin' your pardon sirs and madam, but Mr. Phillips and a guest have just arrived for you."
 
"Phillips has returned? So soon?" Bennet gasped, struggling to rise. "Take them to the drawing room if you please. We will meet them there directly." Oh no! He never send word from Bristol. Something has happened and he has not even made it there! What could possibly have gone wrong?
 
Mrs. Lance bobbed and scurried away.
 
"Who do you think Uncle Phillips has brought?" Lizzy asked, hurrying to her father's side.
 
"As quickly as he has returned from Bristol, I would think he has brought Jacobson back with him, but that hardly seems reasonable. Why would he travel here so quickly?" Gardiner frowned, considering the situation.
 
Brought Jacobson here? That hardly seems likely. He would have had to have left the same afternoon Phillips arrived. No, that cannot possibly be. "Well, we shall soon see. Would you care to join us Darcy, Bradley?" I have no idea what he is going to present me with. I feel so ill-equipped to the task. I could use the wisdom and insight both of you have right now. He gratefully leaned on his daughter's arm.
 
"Thank you, I would be happy to." Darcy glanced at Bradley, who nodded as well. He helped the vicar out of his chair and gave Bradley his arm. The group slowly made their way to the drawing room.
 
As they stepped inside, Phillips greeted them enthusiastically, "It is wonderful to see you up and about brother! And Mr. Bradley too! I had thought it would be some time yet before you were able to be on your feet."
 
"Dr. Abbot has determined that perhaps it was not broken after all, just severely sprained. Your niece's ministrations have been so effective that I find I am able to get around, if only a little and very slowly. It is certainly better than keeping to my bed." Mr. Bradley smiled warmly. The dear girl has been a most dutiful nurse and I owe her my sanity right now. I was not meant for lying about.
 
A very tall, thin young man with a serious expression cleared his throat behind Phillips.
 
"Ah yes, I have forgotten my manners," Phillips gestured toward the stranger.
 
Suddenly Caroline rushed in. "Our housekeeper only just made me aware of your arrival!" She panted, smoothing her gown. Darcy and Fitzwilliam exchanged surprised glances while Lizzy struggled not to roll her eyes. "I am so sorry, my brother is out of the house right now. He has some business in town. I am sure he will be here directly." Caroline pressed forward into the room.
 
"Do not trouble yourself on our account, Miss Caroline," Phillips said smoothly, "I have brought Mr. Jacobson to see Mr. Bennet. There is no need to further impose upon your brother. Mr. Jacobson, this is the sister of our generous host, Miss Caroline Bingley."
 
He took her hand and bowed over it. "Charmed I am sure, madam."
 
Phillips shot Caroline a sour look. "Introductions are in order…"
 
"Please, do not stand on ceremony, sir. We are family and friends here." Though his words were warm, Jacobson's formal tone spoke of restraint and ill-ease.
 
"Well said, sir. Then let me present my brothers-in-law, Mr. Edward Gardiner and Mr. Thomas Bennet of Longbourn, your cousin. Gentlemen, Mr. Luke Jacobson." The gentlemen shook hands. "This is my niece, Mr. Bennet's second daughter, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and our friends The Honourable Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy of Pemberley, and Mr. Bradley, vicar of Pemberley church." Jacobson greeted them all.
 
"I will call for tea," Caroline announced, and was out of the room before anyone could protest.
 
Lizzy sighed and caught Darcy's eye. He lifted his brow with a small frown and shrug. Fitzwilliam ground his teeth, glaring at her departing form. The party seated themselves in the room, an awkward tension in the air.
 
Finally Mr. Bennet said, "I must admit that while I am most pleased to have you back Phillips, I am surprised to see you so soon."
 
"That is my fault, Mr. Bennet." Jacobson bowed his head, his voice soft. "We returned at my insistence." He folded his hands in his lap.
 
Bennet watched the new heir of Longbourn critically. He seems as unlike Collins as a man can possibly be, at least at first blush. Given his current load of debt I would have thought him much different. "I must ask then, why the hurry, sir?"
 
"You are not a man who acts in haste then, sir?" Jacobson stared at Bennet, lifting a quizzical brow. "I see that you believe I am and wonder what to make of it." He enjoyed the startled look on Bennet's face. "You seem surprised. Are you surprised by my question or perhaps by me. Is it then that I am not what you expected, sir?" he asked, hands extended.
 
Lizzy laughed softly with a wry smile to her father. Bennet blinked and shook his head. "I am sorry to have been so obvious, Mr. Jacobson, but yes, I confess to being somewhat surprised." He blushed slightly. He is more forward than I expected as well. Interesting.
 
"I imagine you expected a man much more rakish perhaps?" Jacobson shrugged self-deprecatingly.
 
Bennet stammered while Gardiner coughed uneasily, shifting in his seat. Darcy's eyes bulged at the man's audacity. Beside him Fitzwilliam choked back laughter. I can only imagine the bets the members of your club place on you!
 
"I know you are aware of my situation, probably all of you?" His audience nodded uncomfortably. "Do not be bothered." He shrugged with self-effacement. "Word of such things gets around and I am quite accustomed to it by now."
 
Lizzy clasped her hands together tightly and looked out the window. Papa, I do believe you have met your match. I do not believe I have ever seen a bolder man. His forthrightness defies all manner of social graces. I dare say he is as notable a character as Mr. Collins, though in an entirely different fashion.
 
"Indeed," Bennet murmured. While I confess I do enjoy an odd fellow, this man may be too much even for me. "So then, do indulge my curiosity, what has brought you to our door in such haste."
 
"A man in my circumstances will often pray for some miraculous deliverance form his situation. However, when it appears unbidden at his doorstep he cannot help but be a little suspicious." He crossed his long arms over his chest. "I wish to settle this matter directly as there are those who would take their amusement over my situation entirely at my expense. I no longer have the luxury of time to waste on such frivolity."
 
Bradley chuckled heartily. "I have known quite a number who wish they would have had your prudence sir." Peculiar though he may be, there is a ring of honesty about this chap that I find refreshing.
 
Caroline suddenly appeared, Mrs. Lance in her wake. Immediately she positioned herself to serve tea. Conversation ceased as she fluttered about. Finally she sat down. "So what has brought you to Meryton, Mr. Jacobson?" She smiled widely.
 
If only he could see what lies behind that smile. Lizzy gritted her teeth. One look at the cut of his fashionable suit and she is on the prowl like a cat after a mouse.
 
"Matters of business, Miss Caroline," he said curtly, annoyance curling his lip. She is clearly not aware of my situation given the mercenary expression in her eyes. But I will not inform one more person than necessary. A man does have some pride!
 
"I see," she replied, somewhat taken aback. What abominable manners!
 
"I fear, Miss Caroline," Phillips said, "there is little left of the day and these business matters are indeed pressing. Would you afford us the use of your brother's study?" Without waiting for an answer, he rose. He looked insistently at Bennet, Gardiner and Darcy.
 
Darcy jumped to his feet and helped Bennet up. Gardiner followed hurriedly. The gentlemen excused themselves, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Fitzwilliam squirmed. Lizzy picked unseen crumbs from her lap.
 
Finally Bradley asked, "So Miss Caroline, will you be attending the assembly tomorrow?" He reached for his teacup.
 
Caroline blinked several times before she composed herself to answer. "Initially I had not planned to but Charles simply insisted I must." Besides, I shall go mad with boredom with no better entertainments than these Bennets.
 
Fitzwilliam fought not to smirk. I can imagine he was most insistent.
 
"I understand it may not be the caliber of entertainment that you are accustomed to in London." Lizzy tried hard to ignore the colonel. "But many of our London visitors attend, so they are usually not as countrified as you might expect."
 
Oh Miss Lizzy, you are trying so hard not to make Miss Caroline the victim of your sharp wit. You could so easily cut your adversary to ribbons with your razor tongue and she would never stand a chance. Poor girl has no concept of the grace you are extending her. Bradley glanced from one woman to the other, suppressing a chuckle. I watched Anne Darcy struggle the same way with her sister. I believe that you would have approved of this young woman, Lady Anne. She is cut from your cloth.
 
"That is what Charles told me. I hope that is so. I brought several new gowns that are the latest fashions in London this season. I plan on wearing one of them tonight. But I am pleased to hear that there will be others there with access to the newest styles. I would hate for my gown to stand out too much. I hate to be the cause of discomfort for others." She smiled blandly.
 
Lizzy bit her tongue painfully while Fitzwilliam choked on his tea. He coughed so hard that Bradley reached to slap his back, a mite harder than actually necessary.
 
"I was privileged to attend the previous assembly, Miss Caroline, and I shall be sorry to miss this one. It was a delightful diversion to spend such an agreeable evening." Bradley nodded slightly. "I quite love a country dance, though the quadrille still has me a bit perplexed."
 
"Surely you did not dance sir!" Caroline gasped. At your age I can hardly consider that proper.
 
"Well, at the time I did have quite a bit more spring in my step." He laughed ruefully, lifting a walking stick. "Each of the Miss Bennets graced me with a dance that evening. I hardly remember when I had a more enjoyable time."
 
"Dancing with you was indeed a rare privilege. After my toes had been so heavily trod upon, a partner who knew his steps was indeed a blessing." Lizzy beamed at Bradley.
 
Another thick silence fell, broken only by the soft clink of teacups on saucers.
 
"So, Miss Eliza, the guest your uncle brought…" Caroline finally asked.
 
Lizzy cringed at the appellation. "Mr. Jacobson?"
 
"Yes. Is he known to you?" A predatory fire lit her narrow eyes.
 
"I have not met him before today, but I know of him. He is a distant cousin." Lizzy paused with a sidelong, mischievous glace at Fitzwilliam.
 
"What do you know of him? Is he a gentleman?" Caroline demanded impatiently. Is he perhaps the new heir of Longbourn?
 
"He is from Bristol." Lizzy paused to sip her tea while Caroline ground her teeth peevishly. "I am told he has an estate there of perhaps twice the size of Longbourn." Since he may or may not actually be the next heir of Longbourn, there is no need to bring that up. I fear that would make you insufferable.
 
Caroline's eyes widened with interest. "And do you know his business here?"
 
"It seemed to me that he did not wish it to be known," Fitzwilliam rebuked, his voice sharp. "If Miss Elizabeth was aware of his business, it would be in most indecorous of her to discuss it."
 
"Well!" she snapped, offended. How dare you lecture me on manners, Colonel. Yours have been insufferable. "Surely there is no harm in asking."
 
Fitzwilliam snorted and looked out the window.
 
"Colonel, I just remembered," Lizzy turned to him, a conspiratorial look in her eyes, "my father requested you assist me in returning all those papers and journals to the sitting room upstairs before dinner tonight. I doubt very much that Mrs. Lance should appreciate attempting to serve dinner on the table in the state we left it in."
 
"That is right, I had forgotten. I have no desire to trespass upon Mrs. Lance's good graces. I learned long ago that it does not do to incur the housekeeper's wrath. If you will excuse us Miss Caroline, Mr. Bradley." I am sorry, sir, to leave you with that dragon, but if there is a man who can manage her, it is you. He nodded smartly and offered Lizzy his arm as they quit the room.
 
Caroline and Bradley eyed each other over their teacups.
 
"So, how was your stay in London after you left Derbyshire?" he asked mildly.
 
She glared at him sourly. "It was quite pleasant, thank you. My visit with Mrs. Cooperton convinced me I have little taste for the country so I found it quite pleasant to return to town."
 
"So Pemberley, " and its master "was not as agreeable as you expected?"
 
"No, I fear it was not." She tossed her head. You turned him against me, I am certain of it.
 
"And how do you find Meryton?"
 
"I find that the more refined environment of London to be more to my liking," she replied curtly.
 
"I see," he considered her thoughtfully. "So, I imagine that you will be returning there soon?"
 
She turned a scathing gaze upon him. "Mr. Bradley, I would ask you to refrain from speculating about me and my affairs so casually. I do not need to explain myself to you and I have no desire to do so." She rose and shook out her skirts. "The others here at Netherfield may find your presence soothing and your pithy advice worthy of their attentions. I, however, have little interest in such things. Do not waste your efforts upon me."
 
Bradley smiled at her, a little sadly. "I quite understand, Miss Caroline. Do not fear. I will not trouble you with anything you do not wish to hear. I have no desire to force myself upon anyone."
 
"I am sure there are plenty here who find you…" Caroline paused, blushing as she suddenly realized her abruptness.
 
Bradley held up his hand to stop her. "I take no offense, madam. Be not troubled. I have been found trivial by far more accomplished members of society than yourself." He struggled to his feet. "If you will excuse me. My presence here is clearly a trial to you and I do not wish to trouble you any further." With his walking sticks tapping on the polished wood floor, he slowly left the room, leaving Caroline alone, a quizzical expression on her face.
 
* Mt. 7:16 

Ch 45: They sow the wind and reap the whirlwind.*

"What do you suppose Mr. Jacobson said when he rode out to Longbourn today with Papa?" Lizzy wondered aloud as Jane finished her hair.
 
"I am trying not to think about it," Jane confessed, smoothing out her pale blue gown. "Despite all the fuss Miss Caroline made, I think our gowns came out wonderfully. There are no traces of smoke at all!"
 
"Kitty's clever fingers have not hurt either. I am truly astonished at what she can do with nary a yard of ribbon and lace!" Lizzy rose and twirled in her ivory gown. "I hardly recognize this dress!"
 
"It is good that she was so well able to incorporate these black ribbons into all of our gowns lest we be accused of not recognizing Mr. Collins' passing." Jane brushed her fingers on the small black bows.
 
"I suppose you are correct Jane. It is perfectly horrid of me to be glad he was not a closer cousin so we are not expected to do more than this? After what he did, I can barely tolerate the thought of mourning him at all!"*
 
"I do not think you horrid at all. Given what has happened… but then are you not fond of saying that you only wish to think on the past as it gives you pleasure? I think it wise to take your own advice now." Jane shook her head trying to clear the uncomfortable memories away. "Oh dear, one of the pins has fallen out of your hair with all that twirling. You must sit down now and allow me to repair it."
 
Lizzy obeyed meekly. "I am sorry to have mussed it. You have done such a lovely job with my hair. You have always been able to tame these unruly curls of mine. Thank so much!"
 
"Until Mattie returns from London and our other maid recovers fully from her burns, I suppose you shall have to make do with me, so it is a good thing you are satisfied!" Jane laughed with a sad smile as she patted the final pin into place.
 
"Oh, Jane," Lizzy sighed, her shoulders sagging. "I am so tired of the smell of smoke and the stain of soot. My eyes are crossing, going over books and plans. I have stared at walls and floors until my mind feels numb! Truly, I cannot believe how much it is going to take to restore our home. We have not even begun to work on selecting paints and wall coverings and fabrics yet. My mind reels at the thought."
 
"Perhaps Mama will be able to return soon. She does so love to decorate, I am sure she would be delighted to make those selections herself. " Jane sat down beside her, laying a comforting arm over her shoulders. "You have borne the brunt of the efforts, Lizzy. I so admire your strength for us all. I know it is difficult on you."
 
"Well, you and Kitty and Mary have been keeping up with our obligations to visit and tend our neighbors and tenants, which has been no small thing these last few days. I appreciate that more than I can say, for I feel I am better suited for the tasks I have been tending. I suppose the saving grace of it all is that it does provide an excellent excuse for Mr. Darcy and me to be together, even if it is under Papa's watchful eye." Lizzy laughed softly. I do not think he expected our courtship to be so closely chaperoned! But he has borne up under it well.
 
"He has been a good friend to us."
 
"As have Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley. With so many tenants in need, I know you have not seen what your colonel has been doing, but I assure you, he has been of great use to Papa and Mr. Darcy. He is a good man, Jane. I am most happy for you."
 
Jane blushed, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Lizzy. I do not think I could be happy if you disapproved." She glanced at the door. "I admire his strength, you know. He is so self assured, he always seems to know what to do, and does not hesitate to do it. He makes me feel so secure."
 
"That is as it should be. You are his angel after all." Lizzy pushed herself off the bed. "Come, it is time for us to be downstairs. It would not do to have people waiting upon us."
 
"No, it would not. I fear Miss Caroline is in enough of a temper as it is. I would prefer to do nothing more to agitate her."
 
"You are all that is good and sweet, and I cannot imagine you doing anything to disquiet anyone. So do not take that burden upon yourself!" Lizzy held the door open for her sister. "I cannot believe how upset Miss Caroline became when she discovered Mr. Darcy had no room in his carriage for her," she shook her head as she made her way down the stairs. "I cannot imagine why she thought he would escort her."
 
"I believe they have been of long acquaintance," Jane suggested, pausing at the landing. "Perhaps she believed that meaningful."
 
"I am certain he disabused her of that notion rather quickly. I believe he is still unhappy about her behavior when she visited Pemberley with her brother." It would not do to gossip about Miss Caroline's behavior there, but I know that Mr. Darcy has not forgotten her abominable treatment of Mr. Bradley. Every time he hears her voice, he remembers her unkindness.
 
"In spite of all of that unpleasantness, I do hope she can enjoy herself tonight. It would benefit us all for her to be in a better humor." Jane rolled her eyes, hoping no one saw her.
 
"Perhaps Mr. Jacobson will ask her to dance the first set. He is the only man she has been introduced to that does not have a partner for that set already." Lizzy smiled as they reached the bottom steps. Darcy and Fitzwilliam were waiting for them.
 
Fitzwilliam was the first to meet them, immediately offering his arm to Jane. "You look lovely, my angel," he whispered. She blushed brightly and smiled, squeezing his arm discreetly.
 
Darcy smiled broadly as he waited for the other couple to move out of his way. "I am most pleased you accepted the offer of my carriage tonight." He tucked Lizzy's hand in the crook of his arm.
 
"Who am I to turn down the opportunity to ride in a most superior vehicle." Her eyes twinkled as she smiled.
 
"I shall not allow your teasing to dissuade me this evening, Miss Elizabeth. You will be forced to hear me extol your many virtues, even though your cat does not share our company."
 
She laughed gaily, warming the depth of his soul. Together they entered the drawing room where more of their party waited. Mary stood near the fireplace with Pierce at her side. Louisa and Bingley sat on the,settee talking quietly. Caroline stood behind them, obviously trying to have her share in the conversation.
 
"But Charles!" Caroline insisted, exasperated, "I do not understand why Miss Kitty must ride in our carriage. Can she not ride in her father's? I thought only her sister, her uncle and Mr. Pierce were using it. There will be plenty of room for her there. I do not want my gown to wrinkle."
 
"I care not two whits for your gown, Caroline," Bingley grumbled. "Louisa wishes to ride with Miss Kitty, and so it shall be."
 
"Louisa! How can you? I dare say you shall only be separated from your friend for a short while at most. Can you do without her company for the sake of my gown for even that long?"
 
Turning to her sister, archly Louisa replied, "No, I cannot. Besides, Charles is desirous of her company as well." She glared briefly at Charles. You will take your share in this, brother. I will not feel Caroline's wrath alone.
 
Caroline's eyes grew wide as she hissed, "Do not tell me you are forming an attachment to that…that…"
 
"You would do well to stop there, Caroline. That is no business of yours, and I will not hear our friend spoken of in such language." Bingley rose to stare at her eye to eye. Do not force me to make a scene in front of everyone here, for I will do it.
 
"What do you mean it is none of my business? Of course it is my business!" Caroline began to stamp her foot, but stopped when she realized how much attention it would call to their conversation.
 
"Would you care to explain yourself?"
 
"Do I not have some say in whom I am to be related? Can you not see how much of my future connections and good standing is dependent…"
 
"Can you see how little I care for such things? I make my decisions with no concern to affairs so wholly unconnected with me." A sudden light came into his eyes. "Ah, Miss Kitty, we have been anxiously waiting for you." He hurried to greet her.
 
Caroline leaned down to her sister. "You must talk some sense into him, Louisa. You do not want Mr. Hurst to reconsider his engagement to you over our brother's low connections!"
 
"Low connections? A gentleman's daughter is hardly a lower connection than a tradesman's daughter! Or have you forgotten that is what we are!" Louisa spat in hushed tones, springing to her feet. "Do not profess to speak for someone you do not even know! You made the same accusations to Miss Mary, and you were just as wrong then as you are now." Her eyes narrowed as her voice dropped even lower, "Perhaps it is time that you understood the ramifications of living with the effects of your siblings' wrong choices. We have certainly been doing it long enough!" With a swish of her skirts, she stomped over to Kitty and Bingley.
 
"Oh Louisa!" Kitty rushed to soothe her friend. "Your brother has just told me ,about your sister's upset and I have a most propitious solution." She giggled girlishly. "I will ride in my father's carriage."
 
"No! I cannot agree. I do not wish…"
 
"We all will!" Kitty grinned gleefully. "I shall ask Uncle Gardiner if he still wishes to ride his horse to town. He was already considering doing so in order to spend the night with Uncle Philips and speak with Mr. Jacobson in the morning before he leaves for London. If so, it would leave just five of us. We can snug up a bit…"
 
"And Caroline can have our carriage to herself," Bingley finished with a conspiratorial wink at Kitty.
 
Louisa clapped her hands to her mouth and squealed. Kitty nodded and excused herself to find her uncle.
 
A quarter of an hour later, the carriages pulled up in front of Netherfield, along with Mr. Gardiner's horse. It took only moments to load the vehicles, the Bennet carriage with its five passengers taking the longest. From his vantage point in Darcy's carriage, Fitzwilliam laughed heartily as he watched Caroline board the Bingley carriage alone.
 
"Whatever could have possessed Kitty to change our travel arrangements?" Jane wondered, with a meaningful look at Fitzwilliam.
 
He lifted his hands in surrender. "I had nothing to do with it. Ask Darcy, he will vouch for me!"
 
Only if he was not also part of the scheme. Jane looked at the gentlemen archly.
 
"She has been in high dudgeon all afternoon." Lizzy flicked at her skirts. "I can only assume that our sister had no desire to be in close confines with so much unpleasantness, even for the duration of a carriage ride. Obviously, they preferred to squash up rather than endure…" Lizzy caught Jane's eyes, "Do not look at me so, Jane. You cannot tell me you have not thought that very thing!"
 
"I certainly have," Fitzwilliam declared, nudging Darcy on his left. Darcy made no response.
 
"It does not suit you to be so uncharitable!" Jane looked severely at both of them.
 
"Your goodness is only matched by your beauty." Lizzy grasped her arm warmly.
 
"Hear! Hear!" Fitzwilliam quickly agreed, grinning at Jane's blush.
 

The carriages pulled up to the assembly rooms in the midst of a number of other carriages and horses. Darcy and Fitzwilliam carefully handed Lizzy and Jane out of the carriage and escorted them through the traffic and into the building. Pierce and Bingley performed the same service for the occupants of the Bennet carriage. Caroline was mortified when she had to wait for the driver to hand her out of her vehicle, and then walked in quite alone.
 
The assembly rooms were brightly lit and bustling with people. The scent of burning candles mixing with an array of perfumes gave a heady atmosphere throughout. Sir William stood at the door,warmly greeting each one as they entered.
 
"Good evening, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth!" He bowed to them, handing the customary numbers to the ladies. "Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy, you are very welcome indeed. I am so glad you have chosen to join in our modest festivities once more." The ladies curtsied and the gentlemen bowed and continued on their way. "Why, Mr. Pierce and Mr. Bingley! How good it is to see you again. Miss Bingley, Miss Mary, Miss Kitty, you all look very well tonight. Your uncles arrived just a few moments ago with their friend Mr. Jacobson. They are over in the far corner of the room, there." He gestured toward the gentlemen in question. They returned his greeting and moved on.
 
Caroline stepped into the room and shook out her gown. Scanning the room, she fought the sneer that lifted her lip. To think I am forced to keep such company! What a boorish group. The men are at least two years out of fashion and the ladies--ahh! But I see a few who are more stylishly dressed. They must be recently from London too. That lady's jewels suggest she is of some consequence. I shall try to make her acquaintance. She turned to Sir William, and was surprised by the sudden coldness with which he regarded her.
 
"Miss Caroline," he finally acknowledged, his eyes only lighting upon her for a moment before moving on to the person behind her.
 
She stood, stunned at his lack of greeting, noting how enthusiastically he received the group entering behind her. With a huff, she flipped her skirts and walked on.
 
At the far side of the room, Gardiner and Phillips greeted their nieces.
 
"Mr. Jacobson, have you been introduced to our younger nieces, Miss Mary Bennet and Miss Kitty Bennet?" Philips said warmly.
 
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, ladies." Jacobson bowed a little awkwardly, giving the impression of a gangly youth.

"Miss Bingley, Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Pierce," Phillips finished his introductions just as two more arrived to join their party. "Ah yes, the Miss Lucases! Miss Lucas and Miss Maria Lucas." The ladies curtsied politely. "This is Mr. Jacobson. He is a distant cousin to my brother Bennet."
 
"I am pleased to meet you. Are you related to Sir William Lucas by any chance?" Jacobson asked politely.
 
"Indeed we are, sir.", Charlotte nodded, "He is our father."
 
"I would have thought so even without knowing the sir name. There is a very strong family resemblance across your cheekbones. Did you not notice that, sir?" Jacobson looked at Gardiner who appeared quite startled. "Ah, yes, well, your father seems a very amiable gentleman. Clearly he is in his element here."
 
"That is quite true, sir." Charlotte nodded with a sidelong glance at her sister. Maria shrugged, bewildered.
 
The musicians played a few introductory chords to garner the crowd's attention. Sir William stepped to the center of the room and called a number for the lady who was to lead the set.
 
"Oh dear!" Charlotte exclaimed. "That is my number." She blushed hotly.
 
"What is wrong, dear?" Kitty exclaimed.
 
"I have no partner yet! We have only just arrived…" She looked down at the floor. How humiliating! I pleaded with him not to give me a number for just this reason! I have no desire to lead a set. I am happy enough on the occasions I have a partner.
 
Jacobson stepped forward and extended his hand toward her. "Then allow me to be your partner, Miss Lucas, for I have no one for this dance either."
 
"Thank you, sir," she stammered. She took the gentleman's hand and he led her to the top of the set. I wonder if he can dance,
 
"Come, Miss Kitty," Bingley offered her his hand and the couple left for the dance floor.
 
Gardiner led Louisa out, followed by Mary and Pierce. Soon they saw Jane, Lizzy and their partners on the dance floor as well.
 
Fitzwilliam elbowed Bingley, "See there," they both glanced toward Caroline, "she's feeling the effects of her behavior toward all of us, just as I promised. And we all have been perfect gentlemen. I must say, giving her the carriage to herself was a stroke of genius. Was that your idea, or did you have some assistance?"
 
Leaning across to whisper, Bingley replied, "That was Miss Kitty's idea, as much as I would like to take credit for it."I never thought I would meet a woman who could stand up to my sister and yet be such an agreeable companion.
 
"Well good on her!" Fitzwilliam clapped Bingley's back firmly. "A woman who can strategize like that, you must not allow to slip through your fingers."
 
"I have no intention of doing so!" Bingley grinned and turned back to his partner. The music began and the couples began their merry march across the floor.
 
Caroline stalked along the edges of the room, her face flushed with anger. How dare they abandon me like this! Not to dance the first set? I have never been so neglected in my life! It is truly insupportable that Charles would choose that country chit over me! She looked around at the unfamiliar faces, realizing that she had not been introduced to any of them. Sir William approached, and she sighed in relief. "Sir, I did not have an opportunity to properly greet you," she curtsied deeply.
 
"Miss Caroline," he nodded coolly and tried to move around her.
 
She took a quick step to stop him. "You have quite a…a…a cozy assembly hall here in Meryton, sir."
 
"We find it adequate, though I am sure it is nothing to those in London," he replied archly, once again attempting to sidestep her.
 
Caroline cut him off. "Sir, I am quite new here, and find that I am… am…quite without introductions." She blushed furiously. How dare he force me to be so blunt! How can he be unaware of my pitiful state when he offers the service so readily to others?
 
"I quite understand, madam. Come, I have been negligent in my duties." I suppose I cannot neglect them any longer. He offered her his arm and guided her toward the other side of the room. "Here are Mr. and Mrs. Long, very fine citizens of our fair city."
 
Caroline curtsied, her teeth tightly clenched. Her jaw became even more fixed, her teeth aching, as Sir Lucas introduced her to every married gentleman and tradesman, and as many of their wives as possible. At the end of the first set, he left her with no further prospects for a partner than she had had before.
 
As the couples left the floor, she spied Mr. Jacobson and Charlotte walking toward Lizzy and Jane. She quickly made her way toward them. "Miss Bennet! Miss Elizabeth!" she gushed.
 
Lizzy's spine stiffened as she approached. "Miss Caroline, it seems you have arrived with your gown quite intact." Although it appears your dignity does not appear to be in such good order. She smiled thinly.
 
"Yes I have. Thank you," Caroline flipped her fan open with no little irritation.
 
Jane shot her sister a sharp look, then smiled at Caroline. "Are you enjoying yourself, Miss Caroline? This is your first assembly in Meryton, is it not?"
 
"Yes it is. It is a very quaint gathering, to be sure. I must admit though," she glanced at Charlotte and Jacobson. "I find that I am poorly acquainted with the company here," she dropped her voice, "which has left me with no partner for the previous set, or the next." She fluttered her fan near her face with another glance toward Jacobson.
 
He stiffened, standing more upright and emphasizing his gangly figure. A flush crept up from under his neck cloth and he pulled at his cravat.
 
With a warm expression in her eyes, Charlotte looked up at him, "There is my sister! Did you not promise her the next set? She is so apt to get lost in the crowd. Let us go to her now so that you do not miss the opening movement."
 
"Ah yes! Thank you so much, Miss Lucas, I was quite concerned about being unable to finding her!" Jacobson said with relief. Offering Charlotte his arm, they disappeared into the milling crowd.
 
Lizzy's eyes twinkled and she saw Pierce and Fitzwilliam approaching. "Did not Sir William make introductions for you? That is his appointed task as Master of Ceremonies and he does it so very well. Perhaps you should let him know you are in want of introductions. I am certain he would be delighted to be of service to you."
 
Caroline stood open-mouthed, looking for a reply. "I was hoping that perhaps…"
 
"Excuse me, our partners are here to claim us for the next set. Perhaps we can speak more later." Lizzy smiled brilliantly. Fitzwilliam nodded at Jane and then led Lizzy out to the dance floor.
 
"Miss Bennet?" Pierce offered her his arm and they were off to the crowded floor as well. Taking their positions, he noticed her tense expression. "You appear distracted, Miss Bennet. Are you well?"
 
"Forgive me, sir." She shook her head sharply. "I was merely considering Miss Caroline. I confess I feel a bit uneasy. She is, after all, a stranger to Meryton, and it is quite an uncomfortable thing to have no introductions to your company. I wonder if we are not being truly unkind."
 
The music began and they hurried to assume their correct positions. "I can understand why you would see it so, Miss Bennet. It does you credit to consider her feelings so assiduously. But as your sister and I discussed before the assembly, I am entirely convinced that this is the kindest thing we can do for her."
 
"I am afraid I do not understand you, sir. How can this possibly be a kindness to her when it makes her so deeply unhappy?" Jane glanced over her shoulder to see Caroline wandering despondently toward Mrs. Long and her eldest daughter.
 
"You recall Billy Thompson, do you not?" Jane nodded. "Once the relief that he was not to face the magistrate and the gallows wore off, the lad was in no way pleased with the requirement that he pay back double what he had stolen. Why did you not relieve him from all requirements of restitution? Why did you require that he pay you back at all?"
 
"Because if he faced no consequences for his misdeeds, then he would have nothing to convince him he did not want to continue in his unlawful ways." Jane's brow creased in thought. "It was far kinder than allowing him to face the hangman because he continued in his folly."
 
"So then, did you do him a kindness or not?"
 
"I would have to say we were acting in his best interests, so yes, it was a kindness."
 
"Despite the fact he was unhappy in the midst of it? How often did you hear him complaining to Mr. Clay?" They laughed softly as they glided through an intricate turn. Glancing over his shoulder to see Caroline speaking with Mrs. Long, Pierce became serious once again. "I do not believe that anyone has ever shown her that her behaviors are hurtful to others. It is full late for her to learn such a lesson, but it is only right that she have that opportunity. It is the same kindness you offered that young boy, though she would certainly not recognize it as that yet."
 
Jane considered his words. "I would like to believe that if she understood how hurtful she has been, she might change her ways." But I am not holding my breath. She has gone unchecked for far too long, much longer than Lydia has. I fear it might be too late for her to have a change of heart.
 
"Then we must help her, and I believe this is the best way to do so. We are in no way being cruel to her, we are just allowing her to see that her company is unpleasant and none of us feel compelled to go out of our way for her any longer. She is unhappy to be sure, but will come to no physical harm. I am convinced that this is the most generous thing we can do for her."
 
Perhaps it is as Lizzy tells me, I am far too tender-hearted. Mr. Pierce makes a strong case for a firmer kind of treatment. "I can see why my sister admires you so." Jane smiled warmly at her partner.
 
Across the room, Caroline attempted a conversation with Mrs. Long. For several minutes, they struggled to find a topic of mutual interest. Finally Caroline asked, "Were you acquainted with the Carvers, madam? I believe they had the lease on Netherfield Park just prior to my brother."
 
"Why yes, I did know the Miss Carvers. Did you make their acquaintance as well?" Mrs. Long asked, serving herself a glass of punch. Why does it not surprise me that she would be friendly with those ill-bred girls.
 
"I did, while they were in London just recently. Miss Martha Carver became a particular friend of mine." Caroline licked her lips, a smile creeping over her face for the first time that evening.
 
"Really?" Mrs. Long's eyes widened. She glanced at her daughter. "I would not allow Edith nor her younger sisters to associate with young women such as that!"
 
Caroline looked startled. "I do not profess to understand what you mean."
 
"If you are their particular friend, then surely you have been made aware of Miss Carver's shocking behavior while in Brighton." Mrs. Long flipped open her fan and began flicking it furiously. Even you cannot overlook something so egregious .
 
"Miss Martha Carver told me that Miss Lydia Bennet seems to have been involved in the unseemly affair. To my understanding, it was she who was most at fault for it all," Caroline whispered, flicking her fan open decisively. A thin smile spread across her face. Now the Bennets will have their due!
 
"Do not tell me you have been duped into believing such drivel?" Mrs. Long barked. She laughed hoarsely, looking at her daughter who began laughing as well. "I would not have taken you for such a fool." The Good Lord forgive me for that lie!
 
Caroline stared at her, aghast, sputtering. "Duped? I do not take your meaning, madam. I have spoken directly with Miss Martha…"
 
"Miss Caroline," Edith Long said, a hand drifting to perch on her hip, "I would have thought that all young ladies of breeding would know that an attempted elopement…"
 
"Such as the one Mr. Carver was so fortunate to have foiled," Mrs. Long interrupted with a nod at her daughter, "is ultimately the responsibility of the young lady. To blame her friend…"
 
"If she indeed had anything to do with the affair…"
 
"Which I highly doubt, to be most honest with you," Mrs. Long nodded at her daughter again. "To blame another for her own indiscretion shows a complete lack of virtue in a young woman. After all, is the woman not the moral guidance of the home? To engage in such a foolhardy scheme and remain utterly unrepentant over it, such a young woman can hardly expect to see a man of worth ever interested in her again." She flipped her fan rapidly.
 
"But madam, Miss Martha told me…" Caroline stammered, her face growing hot. No, no, no! Have you not heard anything I have said? The Bennets are at fault!
 
"How much do you know of your dear friend, Miss Martha? For I can tell you, she was not well liked here, despite what she may have told you. She was a high-spirited young thing, always trying to evade her brother's watch. She behaved well enough when he was looking, but the moment she was away from him--oh!" Mrs. Long's fan fluttered faster. "Such disrespect toward her elders! And her manners were unspeakable as well. She flirted with all the officers. I am sure she influenced the other young girls with her …"
 
"We all tried to rein her in," Edith interrupted. "But she was so willful and unmannerly! Like an unbroken filly, my brother once said. And she would always blame someone else if there was trouble. So it is hardly surprising that they would be trying to put the blame on dear Miss Lydia for their transgressions They did the same thing while they were here in Meryton. Her brother tried to blame Miss Lydia for his sisters' wild behavior. But I think it was the Miss Carvers who dragged the poor girl along just to have someone to blame. "
 
"You do not know her, of course, but Miss Lydia is such a dear sweet girl. You know she left Brighton to go to London to nurse her sick mother? She is such a dear child. Lively, and perhaps a bit high spirited herself, but a lovely child nonetheless. So much like her dear sisters." Mrs. Long glanced across the dance floor to Jane who danced with Darcy. "They are the picture of everything a young lady should be, are they not?"
 
Caroline scowled darkly. "Miss Martha told me that Miss Lydia was thrown out of Colonel Forster's home, and that is why she was in London," she argued with a jealous glance at Louisa turning about the floor with Mr. Philips.
 
"Posh and piffle! I refuse to believe such a horrid tale from a girl who was known to take liberties with the truth." Mrs. Long's expression became very serious as she turned to stare directly into Caroline's eyes. "However, I have heard some very interesting stories about you ."
 
"Why yes, Miss Caroline," Edith added with a saccharine smile. "I have heard so much that I fear I have hardly been able to sketch your character at all. I truly do not know what to make of your encounter with Lord Clark's young daughter…"
 

Charles stood near the refreshment tables, two plates in hand. His eyes were fixed on Kitty, who stood a small distance away, waiting for his return. Caroline stomped across his path, effectively blocking his view.
 
"Charles!" she snarled furiously, crossing her arms across her chest.
 
"Caroline! You surprised me. I did not expect you. Do you care for something to eat?" He offered her a plate.
 
She snatched it from him and began hungrily attacking the offerings. "I have had enough of this horrid place and these horrible people. I wish to go home now." She stamped her slipper-clad food so hard she winced.
 
Charles took her now empty plate. I am surprise she did not come to me sooner. "That is very interesting, Caroline. I am sorry you have not found this gathering to your liking. But I can hardly understand why you are telling me this."
 
"Come now, Charles. I have had entirely enough of this little game Mr. Bradley has put you up to. You have made your point." Stop playing games with me and do what I tell you to do!
 
Charles' brow knit in perplexity "I have no idea what you are talking about, Caroline. What point do you believe I am trying to make?"
 
She huffed in exasperation and rolled her eyes. "You think me rude to your guests and unfit for company. So you are making sure no one will attend me." He stared at her, shocked. "I have most certainly had enough. You have made your point. I will be polite to your Bennets. Now, call Louisa and let us leave this abominable place!" There I have said it, enough now!
 
"While I am glad to hear of your new found resolve to treat my guests with the courtesy they deserve, I still do not understand why you insist on telling me of your desire to leave. I am having a perfectly delightful evening, and I know Louisa is as well. We have no desire to leave before the last dance." He returned the empty plate to the table and selected another one for himself.
 
"But I do not wish to remain here. Take me home this instant…or…or…"
 
"What exactly shall you do, Caroline? Fall down screaming as you did as a child? In company such as this? Really? That is quite enough, do you think not? My carriage is at your disposal for the whole evening. If you wish to leave, all you need do is tell the doorman to have my carriage fetched. He will see to it, and you may ride back to Netherfield directly. You have no need to involve me in the process." He shrugged and turned to walk away.
 
"But I do not wish to be alone!" she exclaimed.
 
Turning over his shoulder, "And I do not wish to be with you. Go home if you wish, but I will remain here." He made his way to Kitty's side.
 
"Your sister has just fled from the room, Mr. Bingley," Kitty remarked mildly.
 
"It seems she wishes to take her leave now."
 
"So I heard." She took the plate Charles offered her. Their fingers met beneath the plate and lingered a moment. "I know this is hard for you, but it is good to see you stand your ground. I think you will be pleased that you did so."
 
"You are correct, Miss Kitty. Already I am in much better spirits, despite the difficulty that I am currently experiencing. You have counseled me quite effectively on this matter, and you have both my gratitude and Louisa's." He gazed deeply into her eyes, a wide smile brightening his face.
 
Kitty's rosebud lips pursed into a little pout. "I had hoped to have something more than your gratitude alone sir." Her eyes glittered teasingly.
 
He tickled the back of her hand under the plate, sending shivers down the back of her neck. "Oh but you do, Miss Kitty. Be quite certain of that. You do."
 

The musicians played the first chords of the last dance of the evening and couples filled the dance floor. The Netherfield ladies all returned to their original partners and were lined up side by side. Lizzy smiled at Darcy, who stood several steps in front of her. To her left stood Charlotte, a warm glow in her eyes. She leaned toward her friend, saying, "You look well pleased tonight."
 
"It has been a most agreeable evening. I do not believe I have ever spent an assembly without want of a partner before. Even for the first dance, for which I was not previously engaged! I must thank your uncle for introducing Mr. Jacobson." Charlotte glanced over at her partner and smiled slightly.
 
"He has been an agreeable partner?" Dropping her voice very low, Lizzy continued, "Do you not find him rather…odd?"
 
Charlotte laughed softly. Matching her voice to Lizzy's, she answered, "He is not your typical sort of man, to be certain. But he is agreeable enough."
 
On the other side of the room, Fitzwilliam elbowed Darcy. "I never thought I would see the day that you would dance every dance in an evening! What has become of you?"
 
Darcy smiled patiently at his cousin. "Not tonight, Richard. You will not agitate me this evening. Go attend to your angel and leave me to mine." The music began and couples stepped toward one another. He gazed deeply into Elizabeth's eyes. "Have I told you how lovely you look this evening?"
 
"I believe you have, sir." She smiled as their fingertips touched.
 
"Then let me just say, my opinion has not changed at all. I believe I am with the loveliest woman here."
 
"Ahh, but sir, now I know you are deceiving me, for it is widely acknowledged that my sister…"
 
Darcy stepped very close to her to turn shoulder to shoulder in the dance. "Lizzy, stop," he whispered firmly. "I have heard you joke this way far too many times."
 
"I am afraid I do not understand you," she whispered back, swallowing a lump in her throat.
 
"Bradley has often said that from the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks. Each time you tease me that way, I hear you telling me that someone has wounded you in comparing you to your sister." He took her hands again and squeezed them warmly. Tears glistened in her eyes and he knew he was right. "I can only imagine it was your mother, well-meaning though she may have been." She blinked hard to keep tears from falling. "You have tried to rise above your hurt by allowing your natural humor to salve the wound."
 
They separated for a moment, standing back to back. Quickly she dabbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. At the next measure, they moved close once more. "How do you presume to read my mind this way, sir?" Her voice was strained, but teasing.
 
"Have you forgotten, Richard is my cousin? His open disposition and pleasing ways have long been favored by my family. Lacking your good humor, I have never dealt with it so charmingly." Their eyes met as they shared an understanding. She nodded with a small, sad smile.
 
At the next measure, they joined hands to sashay down the room, ,then separated and rejoined at the other side. Catching her hands once more, he said, "So then hear me and believe me when I say you are the loveliest creature in this room. I have eyes for no other."
 
Pressing her lips together, a tear slipped down her cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Darcy."
 
As he wiped the tear from her cheek, he rewarded her with a brilliant smile. The final notes of the dance faded away. With a contented sigh, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and led her off to find her sisters for the journey to Netherfield.
 

*Hosea 8:7
** Regency Mourning Customs- http://donnahatch.blogspot.com/2010/04/regency-mourning-customs.html

Ch 46: Good will come to him who is generous*

Posted on 2011-02-06

The next morning found most of the residents of Netherfield sleeping in after the very late night indulging in the frivolities of youth, as Mr. Bennet fondly called them. That gentleman was up early, as was his custom, enjoying a bracing cup of coffee in the borrowed study of Mr. Bingley. Although the room lacked the large collection of books that Mr. Bennet craved, the smaller number of volumes it housed was a sufficient distraction from his current boredom that he was grateful for his host's generosity in sharing it.
 
His study of a particularly interesting volume was interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Lance. "Mr. Gardiner and Mr. Jacobson are here for you, sir." She bobbed in a slightly arthritic curtsey.
 
"Please show them in, and bring in some coffee and scones as well."
 
"Very good, sir." She bobbed again and was gone.
 
A few moments later, Gardiner and Jacobson appeared. The dark circles under both their eyes attested to the late night they had just spent.
 
"Good morning to both of you. I must confess my surprise at seeing you here so early. I would have thought the assembly would have left you sleeping the morning away as the rest of the household here seems to be doing." Bennet limped across the room to shake their hands.
 
"I am glad to see that we did not disturb your sleep, sir." Jacobson shook his hand firmly. "I am afraid I laid awake all night considering what we spoke of yesterday. When I get a subject like that in my mind, there is simply no stopping it. I have little choice but to see the issue through immediately before it drives me to distraction." He sat down near Mr. Bennet, his knees sticking up a bit awkwardly since the chair did not well accommodate his unusual height. He bounced one leg anxiously.
 
"It is a good thing I am still an early riser myself, or he would have had to drag me out of bed to come here." Gardiner laughed as Mrs. Lance returned with coffee and a tray of scones and jam.
 
Jacobson hung his head a bit, blushing at the good natured teasing. He helped himself to a scone while Mrs. Lance poured coffee for all.
 
"So then, sir," Bennet sipped his cup, watching Jacobson carefully. "Since, as you say, your mind has been at work on this all night, what have you to say on the matters we discussed?"
 
Jacobson quickly gulped his mouthful and followed it with a deep swallow of coffee. He exhaled heavily and perched his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands loosely. "It is difficult to know where to begin. I have often been accused of rambling on, and I have no wish to bore either of you with tales of little importance." He looked down at his hands and twisted them together, thinking.
 
He is an unusual character without a doubt, but I see no duplicity in him. He would not do for any of my girls, that is for certain, but he does not seem to be looking to them as Collins did. That must be considered a good thing in a case such as this. But it does seem like a good solid woman would be the making of the poor man. Bennet heard his own heart beating rapidly as he awaited the young man's explanation.
 
"I have thought much on the offer you have made me, sir." Jacobson wrung his hands more rapidly. "Very much. There is much to consider, you see." Suddenly the tension seemed too much and the younger man sprang to his feet to pace before the fireplace. "Ordinarily, the thought of parting with the promise of an income generating property is absurd. Most would consider me a fool for thinking twice on the matter, for the acquisition of Longbourn would give me exactly what I need, a steady income."
 
Bennet felt his jaw tighten painfully as he glanced at his brother. Gardiner shrugged, keeping one eye on the agitated Jacobson.
 
"But then acquiring Longbourn is dependent upon your continued survival. And, although such is not something one can predict, one look at you, sir, would suggest it will be quite a number of years before I might realize my inheritance. Moreover, there is the issue of simple recovery, is there not?" He turned to stare directly at his cousin. "Although neither you nor your brother Philips has made mention of it yet, it does not take a great deal of cleverness to realize that if you are not successful with me now, then you can pursue a less gentlemanly remedy in court. No? That is your brother's occupation, and one could hardly imagine he would not counsel you to do so." With a nod he began pacing again. "No, your brother has not said anything of the kind to me. No doubt you would not want him to use such a tactic to persuade me."
 
Bennet sipped his coffee placidly as he watched Jacobson stalk across the room. He will give himself an apoplexy if he does not calm down!
 
"In light of this inevitable action on your part, I must consider your offer generous, very generous indeed; even more so when I consider that, in my current state of duress, I have not the means to contract a solicitor to handle such a lawsuit. To do so would only further draw me into the web of debt that threatens to strangle me!" He spun on his heel, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
 
Gardiner rose and took Jacobson's arm. "Do calm down. There is no need for such agitations. No one here is threatening you with anything. Far from it. You are a welcome guest among us. Take a deep breath and sit. Drink your coffee and have some of this wonderful jam. It will do you well." He guided Jacobson back to his seat.
 
With shaky hands, Jacobson took the coffee cup and pressed it to his lips. A long drink seemed to calm him. "Thank you. I do apologize for my show of nerves, it is rather unseemly. I know. This whole affair has me unsettled, I fear." He paused to spoon jam onto his scone and savor its sweetness. "When my father died, I inherited his estate, as well as a number of debts associated with the property. He was a good man, but he taught me little of management, I am afraid. I am not proud of it, but I made some poor decisions that drove Evermere even further into debt. I do not gamble anymore, but I did acquire debts of honor in a foolhardy attempt to find a way to pay off my estate's creditors. My situation is quite dire indeed. I have neither friends nor close relatives I can turn to for help, and debtor's prison is looming in my future." He dropped his head into his hands.
 
Bennet sighed. I hate to profit from another's troubles, but this sounds like good news for me. And if by these means he can be helped out of dire straits as well, then all the better for it. I would truly hate to force such a man into litigation, but I must protect my family.
 
"I have learned my lessons though. Just a week before Mr. Philips came to my door, I contacted an old friend of my father's who offered me his help in managing what is left of Evermere. Six months before that, I ceased all gambling and imbibing to excess. I am a reformed man. Somehow it feels as though your brother's timely arrival was the hand of Providence bestowing me with approval for my alterations." He scrubbed his face with his hands. "So, all of that to say, Mr. Bennet, yes, I shall accept your proposal. What you have offered me is enough to clear most of my debt and remove the threat of prison from my back. I believe it sufficient to give me a new start and begin a new life as a proper master of Evermere. I am grateful for the generosity of spirit that led you to offer it as an alternative to a battle in court. I think not one man in a hundred would have chosen such a liberal path with a relative he hardly knows. I most indebted to you. "
 
Bennet breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. "I am pleased to hear that, sir, very pleased in deed. I am even more glad that we have reached a solution that is mutually beneficial to all parties involved." He stood to shake Jacobson's hand. "I believe then what remains is to have Philips draw up the remaining papers and for me to talk to my bank in London."
 
"Which is why I postponed my trip this morning," Gardiner said, shaking Jacobson's hand as well. "Though a bit presumptuous, I suppose, I had hoped this conversation might end with the need for you to visit London. Given how difficult it still is for you to move about, I thought it might be easier if we were to travel together. This would also allow you to bring Fanny the good news yourself."
 
A bright smile lit Bennet's face. "Yes, she will welcome this information indeed. I will instruct my man to make ready to travel. First thing tomorrow morning?" Gardiner nodded. "I need to make the girls aware, as well as discuss business with Mr. Darcy." Jacobson looked a little crestfallen. "Is that agreeable to you, sir?"
 
"Excuse me. I know I should not be disappointed. It is just that once one decides upon so difficult a course of action, one wants to see it proceed to a conclusion as quickly as possible. But of course, it is not unreasonable for you to need to arrange your affairs here before you travel, especially with all the work needed on Longbourn."
 
"If you wish to return to your home, Philips can finish the paperwork and have it taken directly to Evermere…" Bennet offered.
 
"No, no. You will indulge me in this, if you please. I would prefer to stay here until we close the matter. Waiting at home will drive me mad for certain. Every day I will worry that you have changed your mind and each night I shall dream that some disaster has befallen you and none of this will take place. Your brother has graciously offered me his hospitality. He will be able to reassure me that all is well and this unlikely turn of Providence is indeed not a passing dream I have had." Jacobson rubbed his hands absently.
 
"Very well, as you will. I hope to be in London no more than a week. I will return as quickly as possible. I have no desire to prolong this process any more than necessary."
 
"In that we are in full agreement." Jacobson smiled an odd, crooked smile that made him look almost boyish. "I will take my leave of you both then, so that you may prepare for your journey."
 
"I will see you out then," Gardiner escorted him out of the study.
 
Bennet stood blinking in a sunbeam, uncertain of what to do next. I suppose I should call for my valet. The girls will be up soon enough, and I will tell them then. It would not do to wake them to share the news. The fright it could cause them would cast a shadow on these very, very, good tidings. God has indeed been good to us all this day.
 

An hour later, Bradley sat in the drawing room, his foot propped up on an overstuffed ottoman, a cup of tea and plate of bread and cheese beside him. In his lap, he held the newspaper and his journal. He sighed contentedly as he sipped his tea. Pierce will be here later this morning to call upon Miss Mary. Perhaps they will allow me a little time to discuss the parish at Pemberley with them. I think I will suggest they move into the manse at first. They will need to keep less staff that way. Once the children come, they will have the parsonage. I fear people would see him as a usurper if he took the parsonage too soon. I do not want to set either of them up for such difficulties. I think they shall approve. He laughed at himself.
 
They are not even officially engaged yet and I am already planning for their children! Listen to me. Ah, well, at least I do not believe my expectations to be misplaced. I remember the day we came into Hertfordshire, young master Darcy telling me he could never find a wife in a place such as this! He chuckled again. Yet that is the very thing he and his cousin have done. And I have found a son and daughter as well. Tears pricked his eyes. Lord, you have indeed been good to us. But You do have a sense of humor, leading us to such an unlikely place to find Your blessings! He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, basking in the serenity he felt.
 
A few minutes later, he heard a woman's footsteps entering the room behind him. He crooked his neck to peek around the side of the chair to catch sight of Miss Caroline sweeping in. He sighed and returned to his restful pose, hoping he might feign sleep and avoid conversation.
 
He listened to her skirts swished and a tea cup clanked as she poured herself tea. A spoon clinked against the cup, stirring sugar into the tea. Rattling plates and clicking silverware indicated her buttering bread and separating a wedge of cheese. Steps followed, approaching Bradley's chair.
 
"Oh!" Caroline gasped, suddenly seeing Bradley for the first time. "You are here."
 
Slowly he opened his eyes and acknowledged her, "Good morning, Miss Caroline."
 
"Well, I should hope that it is, for you," she snapped, flicking her skirts as she sat down.
 
"I am afraid I do not take your meaning." His brows creased thoughtfully.
 
"You do not? Really, now. I would not have taken you as one for such duplicity." She daintily sipped her tea.
 
"Duplicity? That is a serious accusation, madam. I should like to know what it is that you are accusing me of." He fought not to roll his eyes. I cannot imagine what you have taken offense at now.
 
Caroline glared at him as she chewed her bread and cheese. Finally she hissed, "Last night."
 
"The assembly last night?" He looked at her quizzically. "I was not even there! I have no idea to what you are referring."
 
"Now really, you have taken this far enough. You cannot deny that you were the one who put them up to it." Caroline rose to stand over him, rage filtering across her face.
 
"Put who up to what, madam?"
 
"My brother, my sister, Mr. Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, the Bennets…all of them." Her arms swept toward the door. "They ignored me! They made no introductions for me, and not one of them asked me to dance the entire evening. I stood against the walls like some common spinster. I was absolutely humiliated! The only people who chose to speak with me talked of nothing but the horrid gossip coming out of London!" Her voice climbed to a shriek as she spoke.
 
"Calm yourself, Miss Caroline. I can see the events of last night have you deeply troubled. However, you can be assured that I had nothing to do with them." He pulled himself more erect in his chair.
 
"How can you sit there and lie to me like that!" She stomped her foot and pumped her fists.
 
"Be assured that I am not lying to you. This is the first I have heard of any such thing. Are you quite certain that there were deliberate efforts made to exclude you? That does not sound like any of your party to me."
 
"What other possible reason could there be? None of them asked me to dance, not even my brother. Could they not see how I would feel? They had no concern at all for my feelings! How could you counsel them to be so cruel?" Her eyes glittered with angry tears.
 
"They did not seek my counsel, nor did I give it in this case. Could there be any other reason they would not have sought your company?" Are you unwilling or is it that you are unable to see your situation for what it is? I pity your blindness, for it is making you miserable and denying you any opportunity to change.
 
"I am an accomplished dancer, and I know how to make agreeable conversation, sir." She tossed her head dismissively. "My gown was of the latest fashion and my manners impeccable. What possible reason could there be for not wanting to engage me in a dance or even in simple conversation?" She tossed her head angrily.
 
Bradley sighed. I hate conversations like this. Clearly she has little desire to see this from any other perspective. I know I must give her the opportunity to do so, but I fear it will not go well. "You have no idea?"
 
"None whatsoever!" She threw her hands into the air. "Why should the company of unaccomplished, unfashionable, unconnected country girls be preferred over mine? It is unfathomable. Unless people are being influenced by someone who seeks to harm me." Her eyes narrowed accusingly.
 
Clearly your attitude toward the people of Meryton has nothing to do with it. That would certainly not influence anyone here. Sighing, he struggled slightly and rose from his seat. "What reason could I have for wishing you harm?"
 
"You poisoned Mr. Darcy toward me because you knew if I became mistress of Pemberley, I would shut the door to you and your influence. You would sacrifice Mr. Darcy's position in society to preserve your hold on him and Pemberley." She stepped closer to him, her face in his. "That is why you came here with him to Meryton, so you could push him toward a country nobody whom you would be able to influence with your proverbs and superstitions - all so you could ensure your place in Derbyshire society." She laughed coldly. "You see, I am quite aware of your machinations, sir. You are not the innocent old man you pretend to be. Be assured I will make Mr. Darcy aware…"
 
"That is enough!" Bingley's voice boomed in the doorway. Darcy and Fitzwilliam flanked him.
 
Caroline jumped, gasping in surprise. "Brother! Mr. Darcy, Colonel…I had no idea…"
 
"Of course you did not," Bingley spat, stomping to her side. "Now tell me of what you were accusing Mr. Bradley!"
 
"Please, sir, it is not necessary to burden yourself on my account," Bradley protested, hands lifted. I do not wish to be at the center of your quarrel with your sister. There is enough for her to atone for without adding any offense toward me onto the list.
 
"You see! You see! He does not wish to discuss it because it will reveal his guilt!" She crossed her arms triumphantly.
 
"What guilt? Explain yourself immediately!" Bingley demanded. Behind him, Darcy and Fitzwilliam exchanged dark looks.
 
"Last night, all of you ignored me at the assembly. I confronted you, Charles, but you would not be truthful with me. But now I understand. It was him!" She pointed at Bradley. "He told you to do so…"
 
Darcy scowled but Bradley shook his head and lifted a hand to stop Darcy's bitter remarks.
 
"You impugn his character over dance partners?" Bingley shouted, aghast. He stomped toward the window then turned to face her again. "You wish to understand why no one asked you to dance last night, Caroline? The reason is simple. You have made yourself so unpleasant to all of us that not a one wished to spend even that much time in your company. It was not Mr. Bradley's doing, it was all your own. He had no idea of what happened at the assembly last night."
 
"How dare you…" Caroline's face lost all color.
 
"How dare I what? Tell you the truth? I should have told you so a long time ago. Your company is a trial, sister, and you have worn out your welcome. Yesterday I told you I could not send you to Scarborough because the roads were washed out, but I can, and I will, send you to London. Go pack your things; you leave first thing tomorrow morning." Bingley quivered with rage.
 
"You have no right…" she whispered as her voice failed.
 
"Not one more word, or I shall put you in the carriage right now and see you there myself." Bingley took a menacing step toward her. "Go now. We have had enough of your company. You are not welcome in my home. In this I am resolved." She walked shakily toward the door. "See that you are packed, for you shall be on a carriage first thing in the morning, with or without your things. Do not test me in this, for I am resolved."
 
With a strangled cry, Caroline dashed from the drawing room, leaving the men staring awkwardly at each other.
 
"Let me apologize to you, sir, on behalf of my sister," Bingley's words tumbled out in an embarrassed rush. "I find this is becoming an uncomfortable habit, one which I would dearly love to break."
 
Bradley shook his head to silence him. "Think nothing more of it. You have far more significant concerns to deal with right now. She is a wounded and bitter young woman, and she speaks from the rancor of her heart. I know she does not speak for you. Do not hold a grudge on my behalf, for I hold none myself."
 
"You are all kindness, sir," Bingley hung his head.
 
Fitzwilliam reached over to clap his friend's shoulder. "You held your ground well. I am proud of you."
 
"Thank you," Bingley sighed. Mrs. Lance appeared at the doorway and he signaled for fresh tea to be brought. "Come, let us sit." The men made themselves comfortable in the cozy room.
 
"So, Bingley," Darcy crossed his legs and laid his long arm across the back of the settee. "Have you decided how you will return her to London?" I cannot say you came to that conclusion a moment to soon, for after that last display, I do not think I could remain in this house with her a moment longer, nor continue subjecting the Bennets to her venom. I would have gladly put us all up at the inn rather than endure the possibility of any more such outbursts from her. Sometimes I still wonder that the same parents could have bore all three of you.
 
Bingley pressed his temples hard. "No, in these long minutes I have had to consider how I might accomplish the task, I have not yet resolved upon a solution." He laughed thinly. "I suppose I shall have to take her there myself. I have no wish to go, but I do not suppose there are too many other alternatives."
 
"Perhaps I might be of use to you, sir." All eyes turned to the doorway to see Mr. Bennet standing there. He limped in slowly and sat beside Bradley. "Forgive me. I am afraid I overheard some of your parting conversation with Miss Caroline."
 
Bingley's pale cheeks flushed bright red. "Pardon me. I do not usually raise my voice."
 
"I quite understand." Bennet looked at the uneasy faces in the room. "As I said, I think I might be of service to you on this occasion. You have done so much for me and my family, it is high time I repay the favor."
 
"I have told you before, sir, you and your family owe me nothing…"
 
"Yes, yes I know. But I am also quite certain you would prefer not to make a journey to London tomorrow."
 
Bingley's brows rose high on his forehead. "That is quite true."
 
"As it so happens, my brother Gardiner and I have decided it would be best for me to accompany him to London. So first thing in the morning, he and I shall be traveling there. Since I cannot ride horseback yet, we will be taking my carriage. There will be room for her, if you would like to send her with us."
 
Darcy's lips lifted in a small smile as he quickly put the pieces together. I must speak with him soon. It seems there was favorable news imparted this morning.
 
"I could not possibly ask you to put yourself to such trouble." Bingley shook his head, frowning.
 
"Nonsense! You have asked nothing of me. Tell your sister that we plan to be on the road no later than eight o'clock. I wish to be at Gracechurch in time to share luncheon with my wife."
 
Bingley stammered awkwardly.
 
"That is enough. I will not take no for an answer. Now, if you will excuse me, I must speak with my daughters and inform them of my plans. Mr. Darcy, whenever you have a moment, I would like to speak with you as well, if I may." Bennet pushed himself to his feet. "Gentlemen." He left the room with a wry grin, imagining the look on Bingley's face.
 
* PS 112:5
 
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