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Chapter 24

Posted on February 7, 2010

The following morning, Elizabeth promptly sent a note to Lady Fitzwilliam, apologising for the short notice and inviting her to join them on their planned shopping excursion. They were to take the carriage to collect Jane and Mrs Gardiner after an early lunch and Elizabeth hoped this would give Lady Fitzwilliam long enough to decide and prepare to join them. Until then, Elizabeth had promised to spend her morning with Alex, who had jokingly complained of feeling neglected and whom she was anxious not to slight in anyway. She was not as ignorant of his true feelings as everyone appeared to believe and whilst she did not and could not return them, she nevertheless did not want to see him hurt in anyway. He was one of her dearest friends and she hoped he always would be; that he was willing to remain friends with her and had made an effort to befriend William endeared him to her even more and she had promised to do her best in the situation. And if that meant making time for him alone, then that was fine with her.

Having left the decision of how they were to spend their morning to Alex, Elizabeth found herself playing billiards, somewhat unsurprisingly considering how much Alex enjoyed the pastime. They chatted and laughed with one another just like old times and, just like old times, Elizabeth lost each game quite spectacularly. As her friend was lining up a particularly difficult shot she regarded him thoughtfully and asked with forced nonchalance,

"How did you enjoy the dinner party last night, Alex?"

"Very much so," Alex replied absently, his eyes on the table.

"And the guests," Elizabeth prodded with a smile, "did you find them all agreeable?"

"Very agreeable," Alex agreed easily. "With the exception of Sir Charles, perhaps," he added, missing the way Elizabeth smiled triumphantly at the opening he had unwittingly just provided her with.

"And Miss Rentley, what did you think of her?" Elizabeth asked pointedly, her eyes dancing when her friend looked up at her with a slight frown.

"Why do you ask?" Alex replied, abandoning his preparations for the moment.

"You know very well why, Alex," Elizabeth teased. "I saw you looking at her."

Alex chuckled and shook his head, "I suppose there is no chance you'll believe me if I tell you I don't know what you're talking about."

"None whatsoever," Elizabeth assured him, smiling impishly.

"Fine," Alex grinned, "I'll tell you what; if I miss this shot, I'll tell you, but if I don't, I don't have to say anything. Deal?"

"Deal," Elizabeth agreed, leaning against the table and watching patiently as Alex bent and, after several long moments, took the shot. The alignment was perfect but the ball began to slow as it approached the pocket, stopping mere millimetres from the edge. As Alex huffed and hung his head, Elizabeth smiled, "Well?"

"What do you want me to say?" Alex asked with a sigh. "She is a beautiful woman."

"Yes," Elizabeth patiently replied, "I had noticed that myself; but what do you think of her?"

"I do not think of her," Alex confessed with a shrug, "her father annoys me and she is far too meek for my taste. She may be beautiful and I am not above admiring a pretty face, but that is the limit of my attraction."

Elizabeth frowned and Alex smiled, "Does that not satisfy you?"

"Surely you do not object to her simply because she is shy?" Elizabeth asked, thinking of Georgiana and how shy she was.

"No," Alex replied, "meek is perhaps the wrong word; pliable would be better. She is under her father's thumb and I would wonder whether her interest in me was due to affection or Sir Charles' desire to further his career. I am vain enough," he added with a smile, "to want my wife to care about me, not my wealth or status."

"That is not vain," Elizabeth assured him, "it is perfectly natural. And I am glad you feel that way," she added with a light laugh, "because I would not be happy if you settled for anything less!"

"And heaven forbid if you were not happy with whom I chose to marry," Alex retorted dryly.

"I only have your best interests at heart," Elizabeth informed him primly. She smiled affectionately and quietly told her friend, "Truly, I only wish to see you happy."

"I know," Alex assured her. "And I am sure one day I shall be. Until then," he joked, "I am quite happy admiring all the Miss Rentleys I have the pleasure of meeting."

As Elizabeth and her friend were enjoying their morning together, Lady Fitzwilliam had arisen, read her note, sent her reply and dressed accordingly. She took her breakfast in her private sitting room and only made her appearance downstairs when the clock had already struck eleven. Her husband was ensconced in his study and, hearing her footsteps echoing in the hall outside, called out to her. Answering his call with cool formality, Lady Fitzwilliam presented herself before her husband, regarding him expectantly and critically. They had quarrelled the evening following her unscheduled trip across the park to meet their nephew's intended, and as long as her husband persisted in his stubborn and pigheaded manner Lady Fitzwilliam was resolved to treat him accordingly.

"You called?" She stated coolly, ignoring his frown.

"You are going out?" He replied, noticing her attire.

"I am," she affirmed, adding, "Lady Fraiser and Miss Casterton have invited me to join them on a trip to the shops and I have decided to accompany them."

Lord Fitzwilliam huffed and growled, "Woman! Why must you persist in encouraging Darcy's foolishness?"

"I am simply determined to give the young lady a chance," Lady Fitzwilliam replied reasonably. "Husband," she added with an arched brow.

"A chance," Lord Fitzwilliam scoffed. "To live down her mother's memory? Impossible."

"No," Lady Fitzwilliam contradicted, "a chance to show me that she is suited to our nephew. That she can make him happy."

"Since when have you cared for such foolish notions Margaret?" Lord Fitzwilliam asked derisively.

"Not when I married you, certainly," Lady Fitzwilliam snapped back. "And certainly not when I allowed our son to marry that foolish chit you selected for him," she went on angrily. "But I care for such things now."

"Why?"

Lady Fitzwilliam hesitated before shaking her head and dispiritedly replying, "I just do. You wouldn't understand."

"You are right, I don't understand," Lord Fitzwilliam sighed, looking at his wife and attempting to make sense of her feelings. "Is this about Richard? He will recover eventually."

"Will he?" Lady Fitzwilliam asked bitterly. "He does one recover from losing not just an arm but one's livelihood as well?"

"I, I," Lord Fitzwilliam stuttered, frowning as he realised he had no answer.

"And how are we to know how well he is recovering?" Lady Fitzwilliam went on. "Is he here? Is he at home where he belongs? No! He is with Darcy because he could not bear to stay with us!" She shouted, gesturing angrily at her mute husband. "Because you have driven him away with your arrogance and prejudice! I have stayed because you are my husband and because I must," she informed Lord Fitzwilliam derisively, "but I shall support Darcy in his marriage to Miss Casterton if only to see him experience the happiness that has forever eluded us! And if Richard chooses to remain with him, then so be it; they will all be happier if they stay away."

Lady Fitzwilliam swept from the room, leaving her husband to consider what she had said; he did so, staring thoughtfully at the door after it had slammed shut behind her. He too had felt the absence of their son, had felt the beginnings of regret over his departure; deep down, however, Lord Matlock still felt that he was right. Surely, he thought to himself, they would all see reason soon? But then, had his wife not said she would support Darcy no matter what? And had Richard not also said as much himself? Worst still, had not Anderson and Parker and Hanley all dined at the Fraiser's, along with Darcy and his betrothed, the night before? A strange feeling of uncertainty seized Lord Matlock and he looked down at his desk, recalling the letter he had just written and sent. His sister would without a doubt support him in this matter, but was that really what he wanted?

Lady Fitzwilliam arrived promptly at the Fraiser's townhouse and, though initially a little nervous, Elizabeth was soon put at ease by the familiarity of her two companions with one another, who seemed happy for her to mostly listen to their conversation, contributing only on occasion. If Lady Fitzwilliam resented being taken to Cheapside to collect Jane and Mrs Gardiner she was too polite to show it, and whilst her manners could never have been called warm, neither were they lacking in civility as she greeted the two additions to their party. She had less success however in hiding her surprise at the ease with which Maria and Madeline Gardiner spoke with one another and, more particularly, the obvious fondness her grace had for the other lady.

As she sat speaking with Jane, Elizabeth noticed Lady Fitzwilliam's initial reaction to Mrs Gardiner and Maria and had to smile, thinking of Colonel Fitzwilliam. She was pleased when Lady Fitzwilliam cautiously joined Maria and Mrs Gardiner's conversation, but was also secretly amused by the obvious influence the approval of a duchess could have, even over someone like the countess.

Realising she was being addressed, Elizabeth turned to Maria as she asked,

"I was just telling Mrs Gardiner about Mrs Dean's performance last night; was she not wonderful?"

Elizabeth agreed that she was indeed wonderful before adding, "though I must confess I found Miss Darcy's performance more enjoyable. Mrs Dean is undoubtedly the most skilful of the pair in terms of technical prowess, but I find Georgiana's playing so much more...emotive."

Lady Fitzwilliam smiled at this praise of her niece even as she asked, with considerable surprise, "Georgiana performed for you last night?"

"She did," Maria replied, "and it was indeed delightful. My daughter is quite in awe of Miss Darcy, she is very talented."

"Her mother was very fond of music," Lady Fitzwilliam remarked with a soft smile, "and has obviously passed on that love to her daughter."

Though Elizabeth wished to ask Lady Fitzwilliam what Lady Darcy had been like, she refrained, hoping that with time William would be the one to tell her more of his parents and his life at Pemberley. It was not a subject which they had spoken of before and Elizabeth believed it would take time for William to open up to her, knowing that some of the memories would undoubtedly be painful for him. She became quiet and thoughtful as she realised that she also had much to tell him about the past, and that some of her memories were just as painful.

When Elizabeth had first proposed this shopping trip it had only been with the prospect of time spent with her friends in mind; she had neglected, in her enthusiasm, to take into account the vastly different circumstances of those who would be present. It was only once they were on their way that realisation dawned, but fortunately Maria and Mrs Gardiner had had more foresight and had made the appropriate arrangements. The two ladies had agreed between them that Mrs Gardiner would see to her gown at another time, whilst today the ladies would all travel to Maria's modiste where she and Elizabeth and Jane would select their gowns, the latter of whom had been given extra funds by her father for that very purpose. Lady Fitzwilliam they knew of course would have her own dressmaker but Maria believed the countess' opinion would be invaluable when deciding on Elizabeth's dress; Mrs Gardiner would assist Jane, and everyone would be happy.

That was the plan, at least.

The first sign of trouble (trouble at least for Elizabeth's peace of mind) came as soon as they alighted from their carriage and turned towards their destination. Having been quite happy to walk with Jane, Elizabeth was somewhat surprised when both Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam appeared beside her and proceeded to lead her down the street, Mrs Gardiner and Jane left to follow them. Such a deliberate action could not help but make Elizabeth curious and she glanced between her two companions, awaiting some sort of explanation. None was forthcoming, but their intention soon became apparent when they were approached by a lady of Lady Fitzwilliam's acquaintance. Niceties were exchanged as was expected and Lady Fitzwilliam then proceeded to introduce Elizabeth as "my nephew, Mr Darcy's, betrothed". Her tone seemed defiant to Elizabeth and she frowned slightly as she uttered the expected platitudes and thanked the lady for her congratulations on her betrothal. They soon moved on (without having introduced Mrs Gardiner and Jane, Elizabeth could not help but note) and were once again approached, this time by two ladies, both of whom were acquaintances of Maria's; this time, much to Elizabeth's consternation, she found herself being introduced as "my husband's goddaughter and Mr Darcy's betrothed". It was a long street and Maria's modiste was at the very end of it; consequently Elizabeth was made to endure this charade repeatedly, each time becoming more and more irritated; she understood very well what Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam were trying to do but she felt quite strongly that she was her father's daughter first, and Lewis's goddaughter and Mr Darcy's betrothed second. Not wishing to cause a scene, however, she held her tongue and performed the part she was expected to play with the necessary aplomb, although she did make a point of introducing Mrs Gardiner and Jane to each of the ladies that approached their group, silently challenging Lady Fitzwilliam to say anything.

Elizabeth's good mood was further endangered when they reached the modiste's and the head seamstress and owner, Mrs Thomas, came forward to greet them. The duchess had patronised her establishment since before her trip to the continent and Mrs Thomas was exceedingly pleased that her grace seemed intent on continuing that practice; she warmly welcomed Maria and enquired after her family and their health before waiting politely and expectantly for her grace to make the rest of her party known to her.

"I am sure you know Lady Fitzwilliam already Mrs Thomas, the Countess of Matlock; yes?" Maria said, going on when Mrs Thomas replied in the affirmative, curtseying and extending her welcome. "And this is my husband's goddaughter, Miss Elizabeth Casterton and her friend, Miss Jane Bennet and Miss Bennet's aunt, Mrs Gardiner. Miss Casterton is engaged to be married to Lady Fitzwilliam's nephew, Mr Darcy."

"Oh, of course," Mrs Thomas replied having welcomed the three ladies, the latter two with not as much warmth as the prior three, her eyes having quickly assessed the style and likely expense of their garments and found them wanting. "I recognised your name, Miss Casterton, but of course it is because I have read of your engagement. Congratulations," she added, smiling.

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied with little enthusiasm, unimpressed by Mrs Thomas and her blatant untruth. She knew from experience that modiste's tended to be hives of gossip and sincerely doubted that Mrs Thomas had first heard of the Casterton name only recently. She would almost have preferred Mrs Thornton's open hostility to such obvious deceit.

Before she knew how it had happened, Elizabeth found herself installed in one of the backrooms, sat in between Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam and sipping tea whilst Mrs Thomas showed them the latest patterns and discussed fabrics and accompaniments. Mrs Gardiner and Jane were on the other side of the room being aided by an assistant of Mrs Thomas, and Elizabeth often found herself glancing longingly in their direction; she had expressly invited her friend because they almost always shopped together in Meryton and because both Jane and Mrs Gardiner knew of her tastes. Maria, bless her heart, knew little of what Elizabeth liked and disliked and Lady Fitzwilliam probably did not care; the object, Elizabeth had quickly realised, was to see her fitted out in the latest fashions in a bid to impress those who would be present at the ball, regardless of the expense or, unfortunately for Elizabeth, her own preferences. She did attempt to interject her own opinion on a number of occasions, but the trio of ladies surrounding her were so decided in their own that they paid her little attention, or listened to her suggestions and promptly persuaded her she was wrong. Firmly outside of her comfort zone, Elizabeth found herself in the throes of perhaps a not entirely unnatural bout of uncertainty and allowed herself to be lead, standing for measurements and nodding at each of their suggestions (edicts), unsure of what else to do.

By the time their session concluded, Jane and Maria were exceedingly pleased with their planned gowns whilst Elizabeth was feeling increasingly miserable, the colour being the only thing she liked about what had been decided for her. She hid it all behind a resigned smile whilst inwardly her mind was troubled, wondering when she had become so meek, longing for the presence of her father or William, if only to remind her that she had every reason to have confidence in herself and her own opinions. Fortunately they eventually left Mrs Thomas' shop, going next to buy matching gloves, slippers, fans and reticules before finally moving on to Rundell and Bridge, the famous jewellers.

"We shan't make any purchases, of course," Maria explained cheerily. "But there is no harm in looking; and perhaps if we see something that would be a match for your gown we may be able to persuade your father to purchase it for you," she enthused, adding with a smile, "or perhaps Mr Darcy instead. It will be your first public appearance together as a betrothed couple, after all, and perfectly acceptable."

Elizabeth nodded and smiled, her companion so caught up in her excited plans that she for once did not notice that all was not well with her friend. They reached the jeweller's shop after quite a long walk and Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam promptly entered the establishment, Elizabeth lingering outside for a moment looking wistfully at the bookshop across the street, thinking she would much rather go there instead.

"Lizzy?" Mrs Gardiner prompted quietly; she had noticed Elizabeth's low spirits and suspected the cause but did not feel she could say anything in the presence of her grace and the countess. "We shall return home after this," she predicted kindly, "Just one more stop."

Elizabeth managed a smile and thanked Mrs Gardiner, indicating that she should go first into the shop. She took one last look behind her at the bookshop, which oddly seemed to call to her, fully intending to enter the jewelers only to stop suddenly upon perceiving the gentleman exiting the bookshop, a surprised but delighted smile lighting her features.

Darcy had found himself at something of a lose end. Attending the dinner party had taxed Richard's depleted energy and he subsequently was required to spend much of the day resting, whilst Georgiana was at her lessons and would be until late afternoon when she had arranged for Elizabeth and Miss Bennet and Mrs Gardiner to come to tea. He tried to attend to some estate business but found he had little patience for it, his mind repeatedly wandering, invariably to thoughts of his lovely Elizabeth. He had been delighted last evening when they had decided on a date for their wedding and he was all anticipation for the dinner party on Sunday; he had been proud to stand beside her last night as her betrothed but knew he would be prouder still to do so on Sunday whilst host to all their friends and family, in the home which they would one day call theirs. Yes, it had been a very pleasant evening indeed, with good company and engaging conversation, although some of the company he had thought better than others. On the whole, however, he hoped to further his acquaintance with many who were present and secretly had hopes that Richard would have the opportunity to be in company with a certain lady again. He would have to wait and see.

Speaking of waiting, to make use of some of the time until Elizabeth was due to arrive, Darcy decided that after lunch a trip to Mr George's bookshop was in order. It had long been his favourite and the owner and he were friends of sorts, both sharing an enthusiasm for rare books; Mr George knew how and where to obtain them, Darcy had the means to pay for them and they were both very happy with their arrangement. He was due to collect some volumes from George which would have been reason enough for a visit, but Darcy also had an idea in mind for a gift for Elizabeth and decided that if anyone could help him obtain what he wanted it was Mr George.

He arrived at his intended destination in good time, removing his hat as he entered the familiar shop, full to the brim with bookcases and shelves heaving under the weight of all the tomes therein. There seemed to Darcy to be some unwritten rule that all bookshops must be dimly lit and have that distinctive musky smell, but as he minded neither he had no reason to complain. Stepping forward to the desk he awaited the appearance of George who undoubtedly would have heard the bell and would appear momentarily; he did so, smiling when he saw who his visitor was.

"Mr Darcy!" He said by way of greeting. "It has been some time since you were here last; I hope you are well?"

"I am very well George, thank you," Darcy replied. "And yourself?"

"I have no reason to complain," George assured him cheerfully. "But of course you are well, what with being newly engaged; I must congratulate you sir, I was most happy to read of it."

"Thank you," Darcy replied with a smile. "I confess I came here today with my betrothed in mind; I thought to purchase her a gift."

Whilst others may have been surprised by Darcy's choice of gift for his lady, George was not, knowing what he did of the gentleman. A sensible young lady with a similar interest in books and learning was just who he envisioned as the future Mrs Darcy.

"Did you have anything in particular in mind sir?" George asked. "Some sonnets perhaps, or a novel," he teased, making Darcy chuckle.

"No," he replied before making his request, "I wonder, George, whether you have anything illustrated by Blake?"

George's brows rose in surprise for a brief moment before he smiled appreciatively, "Your lady favours the gentleman's work? She has my compliments; I have always liked Blake."

"I confess I know little about him," Darcy replied, "but I knew you would. Do you have anything suitable?"

"I believe I have just the thing," George assured him confidently before disappearing to where he kept the books which were the most valuable to him.

He returned momentarily, placing the two books he had retrieved on the desk so that Darcy could look over them.

"Neither is what most would think appropriate reading material for a young lady but...well..." he cleared his throat and decided he would let Darcy worry about that. "This one is written by Blake himself," he said, indicating the first book. "Songs of Innocence and of Experience. Or there is this," he said, indicating the second. "Paradise Lost by John Milton, illustrated by Blake."

"I have heard of this," Darcy noted, opening the former and carefully turning the pages. "Is not The Tyger one of the poems?"

"It is indeed," George replied with a wide smile, impressed. Very few people knew of or appreciated Blake's works; indeed, only a handful of his volumes had ever been purchased. "Do you posses a copy?"

"No," Darcy shook his head. "Carlisle does though," he added; his friend was another patron of Mr George's shop and had even more pronounced literary leanings than Darcy. "His work is...interesting. It is easy to see why so few people read it," he added, closing the book and sliding it back towards George.

"Yes," George agreed. "He is an acquired taste."

Darcy looked through the second book, struck by the vivid images. He knew Elizabeth had read Paradise Lost before, having discussed it with her during one of their many conversations and coupled with Blake's illustrations he believed he had found her a gift she would truly enjoy. He smiled and looked up at George, "This is perfect; Elizabeth would love it."

George smiled as he replied, "I hope I have the pleasure of meeting your betrothed one day sir; she sounds quite special, if you do not mind my saying so."

"Not at all," Darcy assured him. "And she is very special," he confided quietly, sharing a smile with the elder gentleman who took the book and carefully wrapped it for him.

Darcy took it, along with two more he needed to collect, and said a fond farewell to Mr George, exciting the shop with his package tucked securely under his arm, feeling almost excited about this afternoon when he could present Elizabeth with her gift. He had just turned to walk down the street when he heard his name called; looking up and across the street, he smiled broadly upon perceiving the subject of his thoughts standing and smiling at him.

"Elizabeth," he greeted her warmly as he crossed the street to join her. "What a lovely surprise."

Elizabeth's smile remained firmly in place as he took her hand and kissed it briefly, very happy to see him.

"Is her grace with you?" Darcy asked, looking about them, ignoring the stares and whispers of those who had witnessed their greeting.

"Yes," Elizabeth replied. "And Jane and Mrs Gardiner and your aunt," she revealed. "They are all inside."

"Ah," Darcy breathed, "she decided to join you then; that is well."

"Indeed," Elizabeth agreed, her attempts to appear completely at ease not entirely successful, judging by the slight frown which marred her betrothed's handsome features.

"How has your day been?" He asked quietly. "Enjoyable I hope?"

"Yes, of course," Elizabeth assured him; anxious to avoid any more questions for the moment she requested that they join the others, "else they will wonder what has become of me."

Darcy easily assented and held the door open for Elizabeth to precede him inside; his aunt and the other ladies greeted his appearance with surprise and Darcy was pleased to finally make the acquaintance of Mrs Gardiner, whom he had heard so much about. The favourable reports of the lady seemed to him to be entirely justified and it was not long before they were discussing their memories of Lambton, Darcy having discovered that Mrs Gardiner had grown up there. The lady herself was very pleased with the gentleman, predisposed as she was to think well of anyone from Derbyshire, but she was also pleased with the way he and Elizabeth behaved with one another; it was obvious that this was a love match and she was happy for her niece's friend.

"We have come to see whether we can find anything which would match Elizabeth's gown," Maria confessed. "After all, it shall be her first appearance and it is only right that we mark the occasion. Wouldn't you agree, Mr Darcy?"

"Certainly," Darcy replied; he smiled down at his betrothed and asked, "What colour will your gown be?"

"Blue," Elizabeth quietly replied. She and Darcy began to peruse the displays together, talking quietly amongst themselves, Elizabeth attempting to hide her lack of spirits and Darcy trying to improve them.

They reached a display of particularly gaudy and oversized pieces and, with a sidelong glance at his betrothed Darcy stated, "Something like this would do quite well, I think."

"Really?" Elizabeth replied dispiritedly, thinking that she hated all of them.

"Oh, certainly," Darcy affirmed. "Though they would make dancing difficult I suppose, what with their combined weight."

Elizabeth looked up at him, searching his face as Darcy tried his hardest to keep from smiling.

"And I suppose eating would be difficult too," he added thoughtfully, as though seriously considering the possibility. "If you leant over too far you would undoubtedly be in danger of ending up face first in your food. On second thought," he concluded as Elizabeth laughed at the picture he painted, "perhaps they would not be the best choice."

"I can just imagine it now," Elizabeth choked, trying not to be overheard by the men behind the counter. "Ladies crumpling under the weight of all their jewels, their faces covered in soup!"

Darcy grinned and led her away to another display, conveniently at a further distance from the counter. Now that they had some semblance of privacy he felt able to ask, "Did you really wish for some pieces to match your gown, or are you just indulging Maria and my aunt?"

"Oh," Elizabeth breathed, tearing her eyes away from a beautiful set of pearls. "Not really," she confessed. "They seemed set upon the idea though and I could not think of a way to say no."

"I see," Darcy replied, mentally taking note of the set which had caught her eye whilst regarding his betrothed thoughtfully, trying to imagine himself in her shoes.

"It does not matter," Elizabeth attempted to assure him. "There is no harm in looking, after all."

"No, I suppose not," Darcy agreed, shifting the package of books to a more comfortable position.

"Have you been buying books?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes drawn to his bundle. At his nod he asked, "Which ones?"

He told her the titles of two of them, hoping she would not ask after the third. Of course she did and he was forced to admit, "It is a gift for you."

"For me?" Elizabeth repeated with surprised pleasure. "Can I open it now?" She asked, intrigued.

"No," Darcy replied with a chuckle, "Later, though, when you come for tea."

"Is Mr George's shop the one across the street?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, looking out of the windows in the bookshops direction.

Darcy replied that it was and at Elizabeth's excited request willing agreed to escort her there; they took leave of the other ladies, promising to return soon and left the jewellers and crossed the street. Mr George looked up upon hearing the bell, surprised to see Darcy reappear so soon, in the company of a lady no less.

"Mr George," Darcy said, leading Elizabeth forward, "may I introduce to you Miss Elizabeth Casterton, daughter of Lord Casterton and my betrothed." He looked to Elizabeth, somewhat puzzled by her glowing smile. "Elizabeth, this is Mr Benjamin George."

"A pleasure, Miss Casterton," Mr George said. "I was just telling Mr Darcy that I hoped to have the pleasure of meeting you but I confess I did not expect to do so so soon!"

"We came across one another just outside and when I realised this was your shop I simply had to see it for myself," Elizabeth replied. "Mr Darcy has told me so much about it."

"I am honoured," Mr George replied with a bow of his head. "Are you fond of reading yourself, Miss Casterton?"

"Not as fond as I feel I should be," Elizabeth admitted honestly, "though I do very much enjoy works of political theory."

Mr George smiled delightedly at her confession, "Indeed? How interesting. And who is your favourite?"

"Oh, that depends on my mood," Elizabeth laughed, smiling up at Darcy who favoured her with an affectionate grin. "Do you have many such works here, Mr George?" She asked after a moment.

"Indeed I do," Mr George assured her. "The third shelf in the second row," he said, indicating the area he referred to. He bowed his head to Elizabeth as she went to investigate, leaving the two men together. "Well, I offered my congratulations to you before sir," he noted with a smile, "and I do so again, my wholehearted congratulations. I hope you are very happy together."

"I am sure we shall be," Darcy replied, nodding at George before going to join Elizabeth. He smiled upon finding her with a book in her hand, eagerly scanning the pages. "Have you found something already?"

"Look," Elizabeth opened the book to its title page and showed him the frontispiece. "Ours at home does not have this."

"It is a striking image," Darcy agreed, moving closer to better see the engraving of the Leviathan, composed of all the faceless figures. "Do not tell me you have read the whole thing," he remarked, eyeing the 700-page book which was notoriously taxing.

"Only once," Elizabeth replied impenitently. She placed the book back on the shelf with obvious reluctance. "We should return to the others, they are probably awaiting us."

"I am sure they can wait a little longer," Darcy replied as he retrieved the book. Realising his intention Elizabeth protested,

"Oh no, William, I did not mean that you should buy it for me. I was only looking."

"Who said that I was buying it for you?" Darcy teased. "I happen not to own a copy and as you so helpfully pointed out, this does seem to be a lovely edition. I am sure there is a place for it in the library at Pemberley."

"You do not fool me, you know," Elizabeth replied affectionately, realising that for all intents and purposes they were quite alone and taking a step closer. "Thank you," she whispered, stroking his cheek.

"You're welcome," Darcy assured her, also realising that they were alone and taking advantage of the situation, kissing her softly, lingering for as long as he dared. "It has been far too long since I last kissed you," he murmured against her lips before kissing her again.

"I know," Elizabeth whispered. She giggled unexpectedly and whispered, "I cannot believe we are doing this, here of all places."

"Nor I," Darcy admitted, laughing quietly. They spent the next few stolen moments together until Elizabeth reluctantly pulled away, mindful of where they were.

"You should go out first," She suggested after listening intently for any sign that they had been overheard, worried about what Mr George would think. "But give me that," she added, taking the book he intended to buy from him. "I will follow you momentarily."

"Yes, love," Darcy replied teasingly, stealing another quick kiss before turning and walking out from between the bookcases as he had been told, heading to Mr George's desk and retrieving his package of books which he had left there.

"Has she found anything to her liking?" Mr George asked, looking none the wiser whilst remembering what he had been like when he was newly-engaged.

"Yes," Darcy replied. "Though she will not let me buy it for her; I shall buy it in any case though as soon what is mine shall be hers as well," he noted cheerfully.

"Very well," Mr George agreed easily, smiling at Elizabeth when she reappeared and handed the book to him. "Ah, the Leviathan; a good choice."

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied, managing not to blush or look too embarrassed. She felt Darcy's hand settle on the small of her back and allowed herself to enjoy these moments with him; they were like a balm to her soul after an unexpectedly trying afternoon.

"When do you think you shall come for tea?" He asked her as Mr George wrapped the book for him.

"Now, I believe," Elizabeth replied. "We have finished shopping as far as I am aware."

Darcy nodded and, accepting his latest purchase from Mr George, reluctantly accepted that it was time for them to rejoin the others. Saying goodbye to Mr George the couple left his shop and crossed the street to where Maria and the other ladies were indeed awaiting them.

"Buying yet more books I see," Lady Fitzwilliam noted, though not unkindly. "Pemberley's library will be bursting at the seams before you are through, nephew."

"To me that sounds like a good thing," Darcy replied, making his aunt smile.

"Quite so," Lady Fitzwilliam agreed, looking between the pair and realising that this was the first time she had seen them together. "Will you be accompanying us back?"

"I would not wish for you to be overcrowded in your carriage," Darcy replied politely though he realised that it would be much easier and quicker for him to accompany them.

"Nonsense, there is room enough," Maria assured him. "I can drop you all at Darcy House; I unfortunately have a prior engagement that prevents me from taking tea with Miss Darcy," she added by way of explanation.

"Shall you come as well, aunt?" Darcy asked Lady Fitzwilliam, adding quietly. "Richard would be pleased to see you."

"Yes, I believe I shall," Lady Fitzwilliam replied, her eyes suspiciously bright. She was greatly surprised when Elizabeth moved from Darcy's side to her own and asked,

"Is it really true that he was trapped in a tree for five hours when he was a boy?"

Somewhat startled by the question Lady Fitzwilliam took a moment to reply; she eventually smiled, laughing almost to herself as she replied, "Yes, I am afraid so. That was just one of his many escapades; but how did you come to know of it?"

Elizabeth confessed that Richard had told Fredrick the story the night before, and he had told her. Smiling playfully at her betrothed she asked her ladyship, "Are there many stories about the Colonel and his cousin getting up to mischief?"

"Of course not," Darcy argued. "I was the epitome of good behaviour."

"For shame, sir!" Elizabeth laughed. "You told me yourself that you were not."

"Ah, yes," Darcy breathed, smiling. "I forgot about that."

Inwardly marvelling at the couple's playful and sportive manner, in particular her nephew's hitherto undiscovered ability to tease, Lady Fitzwilliam watched them for a moment before admitting, "There are a few stories which I can recall."

"Indeed?" Elizabeth replied, her eyes dancing. "I hope you shall share them with me one day, if only so that I may have something to counter the stories which my father will undoubtedly tell Mr Darcy. I was something of a handful myself, you see," she admitted to Lady Fitzwilliam with a smile.

"No doubt the result of spending so much time with my son," Maria noted fondly. She turned to Darcy, "Did you know that your betrothed knows how to shoot a pistol?"

"Maria!" Elizabeth exclaimed, blushing. Mrs Gardiner and Maria exchanged amused glances as Jane, Lady Fitzwilliam and Darcy all regarded Elizabeth with varying degrees of shock.

"Can you really, Lizzy?" Jane asked, finding her voice first.

"Yes," Elizabeth sighed, watching William for his reaction. "As shameful as that is. Alex taught me many years ago."

"Alex?" Lady Fitzwilliam queried, looking between her nephew and his betrothed.

"My son," Maria clarified. "It is not her fault really; Alex lacked a male playmate close to his age and so attempted to fashion Elizabeth into one."

Elizabeth did not reply, still waiting for William to say something. He eventually smiled and rolled his eyes. "I wonder when it will be that you cease to amaze me."

Elizabeth smiled in reply, "Not anytime soon, I hope."

"I doubt that somehow," Darcy laughed; on seeing Maria's carriage pulling up he turned, ready to assist the ladies, missing the way his aunt watched him and Elizabeth together.

As Lady Fitzwilliam waited her turn to enter the carriage she stood quiet and thoughtful, realising that any lingering doubt she had felt about the match had just been firmly addressed; indeed, how could she possibly have objected having seen just how much in love Darcy and Miss Casterton were? Given what she had seen she was more determined than ever to have her husband meet with the couple, sure that even he could not deny what was so easily apparent.

"Aunt?" Darcy prompted, holding his hand out to her. "Shall we?"

Lady Fitzwilliam smiled and took his hand; she took a moment to say, "Being in love suits you Fitzwilliam; I am very happy for you," before climbing inside, leaving Darcy smiling like a fool on the pavement besides the carriage.

"Are you going to join us Mr Darcy?" Maria teased, bringing him back to attention; he quickly joined them in the carriage with a bashful look.

"Forgive me, I was distracted," he said, looking between the ladies.

"Oh, that is quite alright dear," Maria assured him kindly before signalling for the driver to pull away. "I think we all know the source of your distraction after all," she added cheekily, smiling at Elizabeth, "and are not inclined to blame you."

Elizabeth blushed under the warmth of Darcy's look as he quietly replied, "You are too good, your grace."

They arrived at Darcy House shortly, all of them bar Maria climbing out of the carriage; she wished them all a pleasant afternoon before going on her way, leaving Darcy to usher the four ladies into the house. As the butler and a footman help them remove their bonnets and coats Georgiana and Richard appeared, having heard the minor commotion from the drawing room. Lady Fitzwilliam gasped upon seeing her son but the rest were tactful enough to pretend they had not noticed; Georgiana welcomed her guests, giving the Fitzwilliam pair a moment to compose themselves before Darcy introduced Mrs Gardiner and Jane to his cousin.

"I must say," Richard remarked with a smile once the introductions had been made, "that I had thought Bingley quite a fortunate fellow upon hearing of his engagement, but now that I have met you, Miss Bennet, I can see that he is in fact extremely fortunate!"

Jane blushed at the compliment whilst Mrs Gardiner and the rest smiled at Richard's gallantry; all except his mother who was so relieved to find her son quite his charming self that she was quite overcome. Seeing this Richard smiled softly at her and, excusing them both from the company, escorted Lady Fitzwilliam to the library where they could speak privately.

Darcy and the ladies watched them go for a moment before Georgiana remembered her manners and invited everyone to join her for tea.

"It is just this way," she said, leading them. "I expect you are worn out after your trip to the shops, though I hope you will tell me all about the dresses you have ordered."

Realising that he had no desire to sit and listen to such a discussion, Darcy slowly backed away, stating his intention to join them later once he had unwrapped and found homes for his newly purchased books. Elizabeth smiled knowingly at him as she replied, "It is fortunate you have such a feasible excuse else I am sure we should be offended."

Smiling at her quip, Darcy left them and went to his study, knowing that for the moment the library was occupied and not wishing to intrude. He wondered though how Richard and his aunt were faring.

Away in the library, Richard and his mother stood together in an emotional embrace, the slight countess dwarfed by her much taller son, his one good arm wrapped around her whilst both of hers crushed him to her with surprising strength for such a little person.

"Oh, Richard," Lady Fitzwilliam sighed, her hands reaching up to cup his face, stroking back the hair which had fallen across his forehead. "I have been so worried about you. Are you well, son?"

"As you see, mother," Richard replied with an attempt at a smile.

Lady Fitzwilliam simply waited, her eyes patient and promising him she would understand.

"I am getting there," Richard confessed with a heavy sigh. "Slowly."

Lady Fitzwilliam led him to the nearest couch, sitting beside him and taking his hand, silently encouraging him to continue.

"The hardest part," he began before smiling grimly and amending, "well, almost the hardest part, is the fatigue. I have lost my strength entirely, just a simple evening out had me abed for most of today."

"That will return in time son," Lady Fitzwilliam assured him. "You shall be able to exercise again once your wounds have healed and your leg no longer pains you."

Richard looked at her in surprise having thought he had done a good job of hiding his discomfort; nothing got past his mother though, apparently, and she patted his hand comfortingly. He tried to smile, failing miserably, not feeling like smiling at all. As his mother looked on he lowered his head, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat; he had avoided having this conversation for this very reason, knowing that his emotions likely could not be checked once he had started.

"Son," Lady Fitzwilliam soothed, stroking her fingers through his hair. "It is alright."

"It is the little things, mother," Richard croaked, unshed tears strangling his voice. "Which affect me the most. The thought that I will never again be able to cut up my own food, eat with a knife and fork. Or play billiards with Darcy, or a game of cards with my friends. Knowing I will not be able to dance with a woman without difficulty, or love my wife or play with my children as a husband and father should. Not that I will ever have those things," he spat with sudden bitterness, surprising his mother. "A crippled second son, I cannot think of a worse catch."

"Richard," she attempted to protest only to be cut off abruptly by her tormented son,

"It is the truth and you well know it mother! I am of no use to anyone anymore, nothing but a worthless burden."

"Stop it!" Lady Fitzwilliam exclaimed, "I won't sit here and listen to you say such things; I won't! Do not speak as though your life is over Richard, not when it came so close to actually being so," she protested tearfully. "Please, I cannot bear to hear you say such things."

"Forgive me," Richard sighed contritely, wrapping his arm about her and drawing her to his side. "I did not mean to distress you; forgive me."

"You are not worthless Richard," Lady Fitzwilliam stated, her voice shaking. "Not to me. You are my son, and I love you, and you mean the world to me. I know I have never said so before, but it is the truth. I do not know what I would have done if you had..." she whispered, unable to say the words.

"Oh, mama," Richard breathed, holding her tightly and resting his cheek atop her head. "It is alright," he soothed. "I am well. And I will find a way to go on, to adapt. I just need time, that's all."

"I will help you," Lady Fitzwilliam promised, sitting up and wiping her tears away. "We shall find a way together."

Richard nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek. "I love you mother. And I have always known of your love for me," he assured her quietly, nodding his encouragement when she managed a slight smile.

They settled back against each other, taking some quiet moments to recover and compose themselves. Smiling slightly to himself, Richard tilted his head and asked,

"How is father?"

"Stubborn," Lady Fitzwilliam grumbled, thinking of their earlier argument.

Richard's laugh rumbled deep within his chest and Lady Fitzwilliam smiled upon hearing it. "That goes without saying," Richard replied. "How have you two been getting along in my absence?"

"We have quarrelled a few times," Lady Fitzwilliam admitted after a long moment. "Over Miss Casterton and William's engagement to her."

"What do you think of her?" Richard asked lightly, though he knew a lot depended on the answer.

"I do not know her very well as of yet," Lady Fitzwilliam replied thoughtfully, "but I have liked what I have seen so far. And I very much like what she does for William," she confessed with a smile. "He is a changed man."

"He certain is," Richard agreed happily.

"What was the dinner party like?" Lady Fitzwilliam asked curiously after a moment.

"Eye-opening," Richard replied frankly. "There were moments when I felt as though Lord Casterton was more comfortable than Darcy and I. He and Elizabeth seem quite at home amongst people like the Fraiser's, surprisingly so."

"That bodes well for the future," Lady Fitzwilliam predicted. "If all goes well the future Mrs Darcy could move in the highest circles; it would not do for her to be uncomfortable in such company."

Richard rolled his eyes at the direction her thoughts had taken, well aware that some things would never change.

"It all could have been so different for the Casterton's," Lady Fitzwilliam mused thoughtfully. "If not for Lady Viola."

"I know," Richard replied. "I said as much to Darcy last night but he is happy with the way things are; he would not change a thing about his beloved Elizabeth."

Lady Fitzwilliam laughed lightly, "He is quite besotted."

"My thoughts exactly," Richard agreed, smiling. He looked at his mother, waiting for her to turn and face him before saying, "I have missed you mama, very much so."

"I have missed you too," Lady Fitzwilliam replied, touched by his words. She smiled affectionately as she teased, "My little Richie."

"Urgh, mother!" Richard protested indignantly at her use of his childhood nickname; his mother simply laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You may be twice my size now son," she noted, "but you will always be my little boy."

Richard harrumphed as he felt he probably should even as inwardly he smiled.

Darcy kept his promise and returned to join the ladies in the drawing room, entering in upon a conversation of the upstairs gallery, smiling as he took the seat by Elizabeth and listened to his sister telling them about the portraits of their ancestors.

"Of course the one here is much smaller than the one at Pemberley," she admitted, smiling at her brother. "Though I found some of the pictures there most intimidating when I was younger."

"Intimidating?" Elizabeth repeated, looking between William and his sister.

"Yes," Darcy replied with a slight smile. "Some of the earliest masters of Pemberley had their portraits taken in a style likely meant to intimidate and inspire awe in all who looked upon them. Sat upon their great horses wearing suits of armour, their swords drawn; that sort of thing. Ridiculous really when you consider that most never even had a reason to wield a sword," he concluded with a wry smile. An idea sprang to mind and he proposed it to the company, "Would you like a tour? Georgiana and I would be happy to show you the gallery and some of the other rooms of the house."

"That sounds wonderful," Mrs Gardiner replied on behalf of herself and her niece; she knew they would likely enjoy a tour but would have agreed to one anyway after seeing Elizabeth's enthusiasm for the idea.

Darcy nodded and looked to his betrothed for her approval.

"A tour sounds wonderful, Mr Darcy, thank you."

Rising, Darcy asked for his sister to lead the way as he offered his arm to Elizabeth, smiling down at her as he laid his hand atop of the one she rested on his forearm. They went out into the hallway, Darcy halting their progress for a brief moment to ask a footman to send Mrs Greene to him in the gallery before proceeding up the stairs.

"Who is Mrs Greene?" Elizabeth asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt Georgiana as she described a nearby painting to Jane and Mrs Gardiner.

"My housekeeper," Darcy replied before admitting, "I thought that you might like to view the mistress' chambers whilst you are here and notify Mrs Greene of any changes you wish to make."

Elizabeth frowned slightly and Darcy became uncertain, "Unless you do not wish to," he amended. "Forgive me if I have presumed too much, I just thought that,"

"Oh, no," Elizabeth attempted to assure him. "I should be happy to see them. It is a very sensible idea," she agreed submissively.

"Elizabeth." Darcy stopped, letting the others go on ahead as he quietly asked his betrothed, "What is wrong? You have not seemed yourself all afternoon."

"It is nothing," Elizabeth replied with a breezy smile. "I am perfectly fine."

"Elizabeth," Darcy began only to be interrupted by his sister calling for them to come along. He sighed, looking back at Elizabeth who was still smiling and cheerily told him,

"Come sir, we must catch up."

Darcy resignedly led Elizabeth to join the others, only half listening to his sister, frustrated and a little hurt by Elizabeth's refusal to confide in him. Little did he know of her desire to, concern over any possible offence the main impediment to her doing so; after all, how could she complain about Lady Fitzwilliam and Maria after they had been so good to her? She could not, and felt herself ungrateful, resolved to keep her silence. Her resolve was tested though when William responded to her attempts at conversation with stiff reserve and Elizabeth was quite sure that Georgiana, Mrs Gardiner and Jane all noticed the tension between herself and William, making her more miserable.

Mrs Greene appeared shortly and greeted her soon to be new mistress with quiet respect, her curiosity well hidden. She was disappointed upon witnessing how the couple were with each other, she like everyone else who had served the Darcy family for so many years having hoped that Darcy would be happy in his marriage. At least this young lady did not appear to be cut from the same cloth as Miss Bingley, Mrs Greene thought optimistically, at least there was that.

"I had thought to show Miss Casterton the mistress's chambers," Darcy confessed, "but perhaps another day will be better. I am sorry for having called for you needlessly Mrs Greene." Seeing Elizabeth's relieved look, he knew that he had done right.

"Not at all, Mr Darcy, sir." Mrs Greene replied. "It was an honour to meet you, Miss Casterton."

"Thank you, Mrs Greene," Elizabeth replied. "It was lovely to meet you too. I know I shall rely on you to help me learn the ways of the house."

Mrs Greene smiled before taking her leave, leaving Darcy and his guests alone once more. There was a moment of awkward silence which fortunately only lasted a few moments as Richard and his mother then appeared in the gallery.

"Ah, here you are!" Richard greeted them all cheerily. "Meeting the Darcy ancestors, Miss Casterton?"

"Yes," Elizabeth replied with a strained smile, immediately alerting Lady Fitzwilliam and her son to the fact that not all was well. "Though Miss Darcy tells me this is only a fraction of them."

"Barely half," Richard agreed, looking closely at his cousin and noticing that the Darcy "mask" was firmly in place. "You shall see them all at Pemberley soon enough though."

"Yes," Elizabeth agreed quietly.

Richard, Lady Fitzwilliam and Georgiana all looked at Darcy, expecting him to say something suitably besotted; he remained silent and left it to his cousin to propose, "Should you like to see the library now?"

All agreed that would be nice and filed out of the gallery, five of the group surreptiously observing the other two and wondering what had caused this apparent discord between the two lovebirds.

Upon reaching the library Elizabeth promptly abandoned her inner worryings in favour of admiring the sight before her. She favoured her betrothed with a smile before gently leaving his side to peruse the many titles, impressed and delighted by the range of subjects and topics. The others moved to examine a particularly fine map of Pemberley and its surrounding areas, leaving her to herself and Darcy free to join her; he did so, quietly stepping close behind her. He was confused about what to do, not entirely sure as to how the current situation had come about but not at all liking the tension between himself and Elizabeth. It was a strange and unpleasant tension too, not like in the past when their tempers had got the better of them or they had inspired the others ire; no, that was easily dealt with. This was new and Darcy did not like it at all.

"Oh, my goodness me, is that the time?" Mrs Gardiner surprised them all by suddenly noticing. "You will forgive me I hope, Miss Darcy, Mr Darcy, but I shall have to take my leave. My husband shall be returning shortly and my children will no doubt be missing me."

"Of course, Mrs Gardiner," Georgiana replied. "I am simply happy you could come. And we shall see one another again on Sunday in any account."

"I should also be leaving," Lady Fitzwilliam noted with reluctance. "Your father will expect me," she added to Richard who nodded.

All too soon for Darcy's taste, specifically since he hadn't had the chance to speak to Elizabeth, everyone was in the hallway, saying goodbye to their visitors and thanking theirs hosts for their hospitality. Elizabeth wished Richard and Georgiana a fond farewell, conscious of having been very poor company. She and William stood together for a moment, neither saying anything until they both began at the same time.

"Elizabeth…"
"William…"

They shared a weak smile before Darcy remembered something and said, "Stay a moment, please," before disappearing back to the library. He reappeared carrying a book still wrapped and carefully handed it to Elizabeth. "Your gift," he said by way of explanation.

"Oh," Elizabeth breathed, taking it from him. As the others were waiting to leave she did not feel right opening it now but thanked him sincerely for it. "I am sure I shall love it."

"I hope so," Darcy replied quietly. He took her hand and bowed over it, not pressing a kiss to the back of it as was his usual wont.

"William, I…" Elizabeth began. She couldn't find the right words and hung her head for a brief moment before looking back up at him. "I love you."

Darcy's expression lightened considerably at her words and he kissed her hand, making her smile.

"Elizabeth," Mrs Gardiner prompted with great reluctance. "I truly must be going."

"Forgive me," Elizabeth replied with one last smile for William and his family before following the rest outside and into the carriage, her gift held securely in her hands.

Georgiana, Richard and Darcy all watched the carriage pull away, Richard waiting until it was out of sight to turn to his cousin and ask, "What on earth did you do?"

"I have no idea," Darcy replied honestly, truly wondering what had happened to his betrothed and cursing their lack of privacy.

Sat in the carriage across from Elizabeth, Mrs Gardiner and Lady Fitzwilliam were wondering much the same thing. Neither felt entirely comfortable attempting to address the issue with the other present, however, so Mrs Gardiner was forced to keep her concerns to herself whilst Lady Fitzwilliam simply waited until they had dropped the other two ladies off at Gracechurch Street to ask,

"Are you well, Miss Casterton?"

"Yes, quite well," Elizabeth replied blankly. "And you, your ladyship, are you well?"

"Yes, indeed," Lady Fitzwilliam replied with a slight smile, wondering if Elizabeth would have reacted even if she had said she was not. Glancing at the book the younger lady held she prodded, "A gift from my nephew?"

"Yes," Elizabeth breathed, looking down at the book.

"Will you not open it?" Lady Fitzwilliam suggested gently, hoping that the token from her nephew would improve Miss Casterton's spirits.

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment before doing so. She smiled slightly upon perceiving the title of the book, opening it to have a quick flick through the pages. She stopped upon seeing the first of the illustrations, smiling upon perceiving who they were by and finally understanding the import of the gift. Biting her lip, she slowly looked through the book, the first of the tears just beginning to fall as they were pulling up outside the Fraiser's townhouse.

"Miss Casterton?" Lady Fitzwilliam asked with some alarm. "Whatever is the matter?"

"Nothing," Elizabeth gasped, gathering up her things and, with an agility born of youth and frequent exercise, alighting from the carriage before Lady Fitzwilliam had a chance to stop her. Outside on the pavement she turned and bobbed a curtsey to her ladyship, "Thank you for accompanying us today. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday."

"But, Elizabeth…" Lady Fitzwilliam tried to protest, making a move to follow her. She stopped when Elizabeth span around and pleaded,

"Please, don't. I am fine, I just…I need to be alone."

Sitting back against the cushions of Darcy's carriage, Lady Fitzwilliam watched Miss Casterton hurry up the stairs to the Fraiser's townhouse and disappear inside, wondering what on earth was going on.

Chapter 25

Posted on February 13, 2010

Lord Casterton entered the breakfast room the following morning fully expecting to see his daughter already sat at the table, as she usually was at this hour; when he found only members of the Fraiser family he frowned and asked his friend, "Has Lizzy not come down yet?"

"I do not believe she has risen yet," Maria replied with a troubled expression. "I had hoped that a good night's sleep would be enough to cure the headache she complained of yesterday; you do not think she is sickening do you?"

"I am sure she is fine," Lewis assured his wife; his friend seconded that opinion before saying,

"I shall go and look in on her; it may be that she is simply still asleep. She appeared very tired yesterday," he noted quietly, remembering his daughter's failure to join them for dinner and her request for peace and solitude. Clearly, all was not well with her.

"Shall I have a tray sent up?" Maria asked, doing just that when Lord Casterton agreed that it was a good idea.

Making his way to his daughter's room, Lord Casterton softly knocked upon the door. "Lizzy? It is me; are you awake?"

"Come in father," he heard Elizabeth quietly call.

He stepped into the room, gently shutting the door behind him before walking over to where Elizabeth sat looking out of the window. She was in her robe and nightgown, her hair still in its braid which she absentmindedly wound and then unwound from around her finger. Sitting down beside her Lord Casterton tucked some hair behind her ear and studied her closely, noting the dark circles under her eyes.

"You did not sleep well last night," he surmised, asking when she shook her head in response. "Does your headache remain?"

"I never had a headache," Elizabeth confessed quietly. "At least, not really. Certainly not at first. I just needed to be alone. I'm sorry if I worried you."

"What is it, my dear?" Lord Casterton asked concernedly. "What troubles you?"

"Do you ever feel," Elizabeth began after a long silence during which she attempted to organise her thoughts. "Do you ever feel that you have conditions placed upon you? That things in life are granted only on a conditional basis?"

Lord Casterton frowned with confusion as he struggled to reply, "I...I suppose. I'm not entirely sure what you mean Lizzy."

"I mean, father, that nothing is ever simple," Elizabeth stated morosely. "Almost nothing," she amended quietly, her hand stroking the cover of William's gift to her. She looked at her father once more, "Do you never feel that you are living life according to someone else's rules; someone else's conditions? That your friends are only your friends because you behave how they want you to? That you are accepted only because you conform to the standards that have been deemed acceptable?"

Elizabeth waited a long time for her father to say something before realising he wasn't going to and rising agitatedly, pacing back and forth. "Don't you ever feel it father? Do you never chafe under all the restrictions, the countless conditions?"

"Whose conditions?" Lord Casterton asked concernedly, watching his daughter pace.

"Everyone's!" Elizabeth exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "Friends, strangers, loved ones; everyone. Always judging and demanding and imposing their will, making us jump through hoops and pretend to be something that we're not; doesn't it drive you mad father?!"

"Eliz..." Lord Casterton began, but Elizabeth wasn't finished.

"Do you know, yesterday, father; god, yesterday, what a farce! I have never felt so worthless, so degraded in my whole life. And it was my own fault!" She exclaimed tearfully. "That's the worst part; I let them do it! I let them treat me like some doll they'd been given to play with, to give a new name and new clothes because my old ones just weren't good enough. Because I'm not good enough; because I don't meet their conditions."

By this point Elizabeth was crying openly and her father quickly enfolded her in his arms.

"It is just so hard, papa, knowing that to everyone I will always be lacking in some respect."

"That is not true," Lord Casterton argued stubbornly.

"Isn't it?" Elizabeth countered. "They never mentioned you, papa. Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam, yesterday, when they were introducing me, they never mentioned you. Not once. Like your name was a dirty word. Am I supposed to be ashamed of you?" She asked, sobbing. "Am I supposed to love you less, simply to satisfy them?"

Lord Casterton winced, his own throat tightening as he witnessed his daughter's distress. He had long ago hardened himself to such truths but it pained him to see what his daughter was being made to suffer; he did not want to have to tell her that nothing could be done, that there was no use, as he had no desire to see her made miserable and bitter about life, not when her happiness was at stake.

"I love Maria and Alex and Uncle Lewis, I do, but still I feel, and I hate myself for it, but still I feel as though they feel the same way about us as everyone else; that they believe us lacking in some way but chose not to hold it against us, because we are their friends. Do you see what I mean, father?" She asked, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Or am I simply ungrateful? Do I expect too much?"

"No, you do not," Lord Casterton replied with a heavy sigh. "I well know what you mean. Lewis is like a brother to me, but I have always felt that his friendship comes with certain conditions, just as you say. And I feel myself an ungrateful beast for wanting more," he admitted with a grim smile, "when he has been such a good friend to me all these years."

"It is the same with me," Elizabeth agreed softly. "I know that Maria meant well yesterday and I am grateful to her for all she has done and is trying to do, but still, I just wish she would not try and mould me into something I am not. And I do not like feeling as though there is nothing I can do to stop it," she admitted with a sigh, "though I would not risk hurting her feelings, not for the world."

"And yet, to continue on in silence is an offense to your own feelings," Lord Casterton replied quietly. Elizabeth accepted the truth of that before admitting,

"I think it is this place, this city; it changes people. There are so many eyes constantly upon you, watching your every move, making you feel as though you cannot escape." She rolled her eyes as she sardonically quoted, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."

Lord Casterton smiled mirthlessly in agreement with her observation; Elizabeth was quiet a moment before she confessed,

"I want to go back home papa, where it was just the two of us and Emily and the Bennets. How long must we stay here do you think?"

"I don't know," Lord Casterton replied honestly. "Some time at least. But what about your betrothed?" He reminded her lightly. "Surely you would not wish to leave him."

Elizabeth shook her head even as she confessed, "I am so afraid of disappointing him."

"How could you?" Lord Casterton countered. "I have seen the way that man looks at you Elizabeth; you would have to be a fool not to see how much he loves you. Surely you do not doubt him?"

"No, never," Elizabeth averred. "He makes me feel free to be myself," she admitted, smiling tearfully. "I feel such contentment when I am with him, knowing that I need not hide my faults because he loves me in spite of them. His love for me seems unconditional, if only because his one condition is for me to be myself."

"Then why this worry, this fear of disappointing him?" Lord Casterton asked gently.

"His family," Elizabeth confessed. "I feel such pressure, such a desperate need for them to like me, to accept me so that William will be happy. That is why I allowed Lady Fitzwilliam to have her way yesterday; I so wished to say something, but I knew that I could not. And then at William's townhouse..." she trailed off, shaking her head as tears once again threatened.

"What happened at Darcy House?" Lord Casterton prompted.

"I felt myself pulled in two separate directions father," Elizabeth admitted in a small voice. "On the one hand there is William and his love for me as I am, whilst on the other there is Lady Fitzwilliam and the rest of William's family and who they expect me to be as the future Mrs Darcy. How am I to reconcile the two? How am I to remain the woman William loves whilst fulfilling my duty to his family and his good name? I do not know what to do," she admitted tearfully. "All I want is for William to be happy but I do not know how to ensure that he is."

"Elizabeth," Lord Casterton sighed. "Do you not see what is happening? You said yourself that you did not want to be moulded into someone else, and yet this is not you. Where has my daughter gone?" He asked pointedly. "The one who would stand up for herself and made no apologies for who she was; the one who made me proud to be her father and who made Darcy fall hopelessly in love with her. Hmmm?? Where has she gone?" Lord Casterton asked, tilting his daughter's chin up so that he could look into her eyes. "She is not going to let them beat her, surely? Please tell me she is not going to let them win."

"I am so tired of fighting father," Elizabeth admitted, her eyes weary and sad. "Fighting, fighting, always fighting. I just want people to accept me as I am. I just want to be, for a little while at least."

"Then that is what we shall do," Lord Casterton replied after a long moment, using his handkerchief to wipe away her tears, realising what needed to be done to restore his daughter's spirits. At her confused look he explained, "You shall spend the day with myself and your betrothed, both of whom accept and love you just the way you are."

"Papa," Elizabeth argued, albeit with not much conviction, "We cannot simply abandon Maria and the others."

"We can and we will," Lord Casterton replied resolutely. "And I shall be speaking to Lewis and Maria as well; I will do what is in your best interests Elizabeth," he told his daughter firmly. "Even if it is at the risk of offending them; you are too important to me for me to see you made so unhappy, my dear," he added softly.

Elizabeth looked at her father for a moment before nodding. "A day with you and William sounds lovely."

"Good," Lord Casterton replied, smiling slightly as he added, "And as I am feeling particularly generous today, I shall allow you and Darcy some time alone together. I can see that you still require his reassurance," he noted, quite resigned to the secondary role he now played in his daughter's life. "Maria is sending up a breakfast tray; whilst you eat and get dressed I shall send a note to Darcy. How does a trip to Hyde Park sound to you?"

"Wonderful," Elizabeth replied, trying to check her tears; she was quite amazed at her emotionality lately, she was never this prone to tears. At the same time, however, she felt better for having voiced her concerns, as though a weight had been lifted.

"Now, now, none of that," Lord Casterton intoned briskly, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "We are going to enjoy today and I do not want to see anymore tears from you, my dear."

"Yes, papa," Elizabeth agreed, smiling at his tone; she laughed lightly when her father cheered upon seeing her smile.

"There, better already," he said, affectionately chucking her under the chin before taking his leave.

Once in the hallway outside of his daughter's chambers, however, Lord Casterton's affected cheer abruptly evaporated, giving way to anger and guilt. Heading quickly to his chambers he dismissed his man and began pacing to and fro, unconsciously imitating his daughter's agitated actions as he thought over all that she had said. He too had long felt much the same way as she apparently did but had forcefully shoved such thoughts aside, preferring to ignore them and pretend that everything was fine. He had not realised in the process that Elizabeth was suffering also and could have kicked himself for his ignorance. With a sigh he attempted to think of how to broach the subject with their hosts, wishing at the same time that he was at home with Thomas and Emily, the only friends he had who made him feel...normal.

Whilst her father was attempting to master his feelings, Elizabeth rang for Sophia and asked that her favourite yellow dress be laid out, endeavouring to put her confused feelings aside and focus on the coming day. The tray Maria had ordered for her soon arrived and she sat down to drink her tea and eat some toast, nibbling idly on the crust as she tried to formulate her explanation and apology for William; she knew very well that she owed him both. What she would say to Lady Fitzwilliam about her loss of composure in the carriage she did not know, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks as she thought of it.

As Elizabeth sat and allowed Sophie to work her magic on her hair, across town her very agitated betrothed was warring with himself over whether or not he should call upon her or wait for some sign that he was welcome. He had been greatly perturbed by their encounter the day before (though her parting words had somewhat soothed him) and the combined efforts of his sister and cousin, as well as a surprise visit from Bingley had not been enough to take his mind off what had happened; or rather, had not been able to prevent him from wondering what had happened, little that he knew about it. His first fear had been that someone had said or done something to Elizabeth whilst the ladies were out, but a moment's thought had convinced him that this could not have been the case; after all, Maria or his aunt would have seen fit to inform him of such an incident, surely? The other option, far more troubling than the first, was that he himself had said or done something to upset her, but an entire night spent thinking over their interactions had not provided him with the answers he sought; he did not in all honesty know how he could have upset her.

Fortunately, shortly after he had broken his fast and was sat with his sister and cousin, a note arrived for him from Lord Casterton. At first Darcy was disappointed that it was not from Elizabeth herself, but upon reading the contents of the note he felt profound relief and began to smile. His two companions noticed this and after exchanging a silent look with Georgiana, Richard indicated that she should be the one to question her brother.

"What does Lord Casterton say, brother?"

"He invites me to spend the day with Elizabeth and himself," Darcy replied, still smiling.

His happiness in response to the note seemed to his relations quite disproportionate to the cause and they shared another glance; surely there was more?

"And is Elizabeth well?" Georgiana prodded lightly.

"I believe so," Darcy assured her, his mind already focused on the prospect of a whole day spent in relative privacy with Elizabeth. Their stolen moment yesterday in the bookshop had reminded him how long it had been since they had truly been alone; since coming to town he had realised that he had taken for granted their time in Hertfordshire. "You do not mind if I join them, do you?" He thought to ask his sister and cousin.

"Not at all," Georgiana replied easily; Richard smiled and joked,

"Oh no, by all means disappear and leave us to our own devises; we don't need him to entertain us, do we Georgie?"

"That is what I thought," Darcy dryly replied, "though I thought I had better check."

"What are your plans for the day?" Richard asked, nodding to the note Darcy held.

"A trip to Hyde Park," Darcy read aloud, "and a few games of chess."

"Sounds delightful," Richard teased with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"I thought so," Darcy agreed, purposefully ignoring his cousin's tone. He rose to his feet, "I take my leave then; I shall return later on, not too late though. I hope you have a good day poppet," he noted with an affectionate kiss to his sister's cheek. He cuffed Richard good-naturedly on his good shoulder as he passed him, "Do behave yourself whilst I am gone."

As Richard choked on a laugh and attempted to think of a suitable retort Georgiana smiled sweetly at her brother and wished him a good day; once he had quit the room, she turned to her still chuckling cousin and noted,

"I must confess that as much as I enjoy the changes I see in him, they still require some getting used to."

"Oh, certainly," Richard agreed with a grin. "Besotted is not a word I would ever have expected to use in reference to your brother."

Georgiana smiled slightly, sensing that her cousin was somewhat missing the point. "It is more the fact that he has smiled more this past week than he had done throughout the whole year prior which amazes me."

Richard sobered as he accepted the truth of her observation. "I never thought of him as unhappy at the time, but seeing him like this, I cannot help but wonder whether he was."

"I think happiness is relative," Georgiana replied thoughtfully. "And comes in degrees. You can believe yourself to be perfectly happy in life, only to discover an entirely new measure and source. I believe that is what has happened to William; he has found a new happiness."

Richard regarded his younger cousin proudly, making her blush as she misinterpreted his look. "At least, that is what I think," Georgiana stammered uncertainly; she had not totally overcome her inherent shyness, though she was certainly getting there.

"I think that you are perfectly right," Richard replied evenly. "And I shall be forever grateful to Elizabeth for bring him such happiness. It was, I think, long overdue."

Upon his arrival at the Fraiser's townhouse, Darcy was somewhat surprised at being led straight to the library by a footman who had obviously been awaiting his arrival. When he questioned the man, conscious of the need to greet the duke and duchess, Darcy was simply told that Lord Casterton had requested to see him as soon as he arrived and would take him to greet the Fraiser's himself. Somewhat bemused, Darcy followed the servant, further surprised when instead of opening the door for him the footman bowed and departed, leaving Darcy quite alone outside of the library. Shaking his head at the bizarre day he was having Darcy knocked, waiting to be called to enter, hesitatingly opening the door upon hearing a female voice bid him come in. Upon perceiving Elizabeth and Elizabeth alone standing within, he quickly entered and shut the door behind him.

Moving further into the room and closer to his betrothed, seeing that they were indeed quite alone, Darcy looked at Elizabeth and asked with obvious confusion, "Where is your father?"

"Are you not pleased to see me?" Elizabeth teased impertinently, smiling in the playful way which Darcy loved so much. "After all the trouble I went to to secure this time alone."

"Of course," he replied warmly, stepping closer. He reached up and stroked her cheek, smiling down at her, caught up in her dancing eyes. "I am always pleased to see my wonderful Elizabeth," he breathed, somewhat relieved that the playful, vivacious woman he knew and loved seemed to be back.

"You flatter me," Elizabeth demurred, her voice soft as her fingers found their way to his cheek and followed the line of his strong, smooth jaw.

"Did we not establish that to do so is my prerogative?" Darcy reminded her, his hand curving around to the small of her back and drawing her inexorably closer.

"I suppose we did," Elizabeth practically purred as Darcy's fingers stroked the skin at the nape of her neck.

"My love?" Darcy murmured as he bent his head and slowly lowered his lips towards hers.

"Mmmhmm?"

"May I kiss you?"

"Please do," Elizabeth was just about able to reply before Darcy did just that.

At leisure to truly savour this moment Darcy took his time and paid equal amounts of attention first to her lips, and then her neck and then the curve of her shoulder, his lips soft and warm and causing a tingling sensation in the pit of Elizabeth's stomach. As he returned once more to her lips, stroking and shaping them in a leisurely but thorough manner Elizabeth's fingers threaded into his hair as her other hand slid up from his toned stomach to his chest, slipping beneath his coat; she could feel his heart pounding and felt a rush of pleasure at the thought that he was as affected as she. Emboldened by this discovery she touched her tongue to his lips, as he had done to hers, slipping it into his mouth when he gasped at her action; he response was ardent as pulled up her and against his body, wringing a moan of pleasure from her as he deepened their kiss and she felt the evidence of his desire.

Both were aware in the back of their minds that there was still much they had to say to one another but for the moment at least all they desired was this, this physical affirmation of their love for one another. Forgotten were their troubles, their worries and concerns; forgotten too was the world outside of this room. It was just the two of them, kissing, holding, discovering new depths of pleasure and passion whilst at the same time reaffirming their commitment to one another, giving and taking, sharing everything.

Neither would have been able to say how long they had been thus engaged when a knock at the door startled them and they guiltily jumped apart, both breathing heavily as they eyed the door with some trepidation. If the unexpected interruption had not already cooled their ardour, the sound of Elizabeth's father's voice certain did,

"I believe I told you this time was for talking, Elizabeth," he sternly said from behind the door. "You have five minutes."

"Yes, papa," Elizabeth replied, glad she didn't sound quite as breathless as she felt. "We shall join you directly."

"Good girl," Lord Casterton replied; they heard his steps retreating and both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well," Darcy breathed as Elizabeth flushed pink with embarrassment. "That was...unexpected."

"I'm sorry," Elizabeth replied contritely. "He did warn me earlier...I just..."

"Forgot?" Darcy suggested helpfully, smiling. "Became somewhat preoccupied?"

"You are wicked," Elizabeth replied laughingly at his rakish grin.

"You provoked me," he retorted. "How am I to resist such temptation as this?" He asked huskily, tilting her face up and bending to kiss her rosy lips. "Or this?" He kissed the curve of her neck.

"William," Elizabeth sighed, feeling herself falling under his spell once more. Her father's reminder could not be ignored though and she reluctantly made to pull away. "We mustn't. Father will come for us if we do not join him soon."

Darcy drew her back towards him and Elizabeth, thinking he was about to kiss her, made to protest only to realise that all he meant to do was hold her; she willingly went into his arms, tucking her head under his chin into the place which they both had come to think of as hers. They were silent for a long moment until Darcy sighed contentedly and admitted,

"I have missed this; I have missed you."

"I was not aware of having been anywhere," Elizabeth teased quietly, tilting her head so that she could see his face as Darcy replied,

"The real you," he clarified. "The one I met in Hertfordshire."

"Well, I'm back now," Elizabeth assured him, tightening her arms and resting her cheek against his chest. "No more pretending."

They stood for a few moments thusly until Elizabeth drew back and took his hand, leading him to a settee.

"I owe you an apology, and an explanation," Elizabeth told him once they were seated. "For yesterday. I refused to tell you what was troubling me and I know that I hurt you; I'm sorry for not confiding in you," she said quietly, stroking the hand which held hers.

"I was just worried about you," Darcy replied intently. "You seemed so distressed."

"It was a very trying day," Elizabeth admitted with a sigh and a small smile as she noted, "And I had been looking forward to it so much."

"What happened?" Darcy asked, his face hardening in response to the affront he feared she had suffered.

"Nothing terrible," Elizabeth assured him calmly, attempting to soothe his ruffled feathers, touched by his obvious protectiveness. "It will no doubt seem silly to you..."

"Elizabeth, please," Darcy countered, "I could never so easily dismiss anything which had caused you to be unhappy. Please tell me what happened."

And so she did, every detail, including how much she disliked her chosen dress and why his simple manner of introducing her to Mr Greene had earned him such a smile from her. When she confessed to her tears upon seeing his gift his face fell in dismay and she hurriedly reassured him,

"Oh, please, do not think that I disliked it," she exclaimed. "Indeed, that could not be further from the truth."

"Then why were you crying?" Darcy asked, clearly not understanding.

"Because it was such a perfect gift," Elizabeth replied intently. "Perfect for me, at least. Do you not see?"

"No," Darcy replied honestly; Elizabeth laughed lightly,

"Oh, I cannot blame you; I hardly understand it myself," she admitted before sobering and saying, "All I know is that after spending the day being made to feel inadequate, to see that you had bought me that book seemed to me a sign of your acceptance, of your love for me just as I am; inappropriate literary tastes included," she added teasingly as Darcy, understanding now what she meant, regarded her with loving tenderness. "I am not quite sure why it reduced me to tears," she confessed softly, "but I was very touched by such a thoughtful gift. I shall treasure it."

"It is a relief to know you did not despise it," Darcy replied with a lopsided smile. "And I do love you," he added, taking up her hand and kissing it softly, "just as you are."

"Thank you," Elizabeth whispered, her eyes dancing. She sighed contentedly when Darcy softly kissed her. He had just pulled away when there was a light knock on the door and Lord Casterton appeared; he smiled warmly upon seeing them sat together, both looking happy and at ease.

"Good morning Darcy," he greeted his friend, shaking the offered hand. He glanced between the pair and asked, "Is everything well?"

"Much better," Darcy replied, smiling tenderly down at Elizabeth as she nodded her agreement.

"Good," Lord Casterton noted, pleased. "In which case, shall we go and speak to our hosts and then depart? We need to address some of the...issues raised yesterday," Lord Casterton added for Darcy's benefit.

"Of course," Darcy replied; feeling Elizabeth's eyes upon him he looked down at her.

"Father and I can speak to them if you would rather," she began to offer; Darcy prevented her from saying more,

"No, I shall join you. It concerns me as well, does it not?"

"Very well," Lord Casterton intoned. "Come along then, they are in the drawing room."

The trio found Maria and Lewis thankfully alone and the couple knew straight away from Lord Casterton's serious expression that something was amiss. They were somewhat surprised to see Elizabeth with Darcy by her side but they set aside such considerations when Lord Casterton addressed them.

"Lewis, Maria, I, we," he amended with a glance at the couple beside him. "We need to discuss something with you. It is nothing serious," he added quickly when Maria began to look worried. "Only some concerns which we feel must be addressed now, before they do begin to cause real trouble."

"Very well," Lewis replied. "Of what concerns do you speak?"

Elizabeth felt that it was her responsibility to attempt to explain. "It is about yesterday. Maria, when we were out I wonder whether you happened to notice the manner in which you introduced me to your friends?"

"The way I introduced you?" Maria repeated, somewhat surprised. "No, I do not recall..."

"I thought that would be the case," Elizabeth admitted with a smile. "You see, every time you introduced me it was as Uncle Lewis's goddaughter and Mr Darcy's betrothed; Lady Fitzwilliam also introduced me in the same way. Neither of you mentioned my father," she pointed out gently. "Not once."

She gave Maria a chance to say something, to deny all knowledge or attempt to explain; her grace merely shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her chair and had the grace to look somewhat chastened. Elizabeth went on.

"I appreciate very much what you were trying to do, Maria, I really do but I believe I should like it if in future you could introduce me properly; I am not ashamed of my father," she stated, smiling over at him, "and see no reason why I should be. And whilst I may well be marrying soon," she added with a smile for Darcy this time, "until then I am still his daughter and would prefer to be introduced as such. Please?" She added, not wanting to insult or hurt Maria's feelings.

"Of course," Maria replied surely. "Of course you wish to be introduced properly, I understand completely. I just thought that...but I am sorry if I upset you, my darling, it was not my intention at all!"

She looked so distraught at the prospect that Elizabeth simply had to cross to her and press a kiss to her cheek, just as desirous of avoiding upset as her grace. The held one another for a moment before Maria released the younger girl and looked between her and the two silent gentlemen watching the scene play out.

"Was there anything else? We only wish for you to enjoy your time here," she said, looking up at her husband who nodded. "And your happiness is very important to us. Truly," she stated, sensing Elizabeth's hesitation, "you must tell us if anything else is making you unhappy."

"I believe Elizabeth has some reservations about her dress," Darcy revealed when it was clear that Elizabeth was struggling to make the confession herself. "For the ball," he clarified, seeing Lewis' mystified expression.

"Your dress?" Maria repeated; she looked at Elizabeth expectantly.

"I, um, I wasn't quite sure about the, um, style," Elizabeth admitted hesitantly; she was quite surprised when Maria suddenly gasped as realisation hit her.

"Oh gracious! Your dress, of course! I thought that you were quiet when we were discussing it but you were just...! And Lady Fitzwilliam and I decided everything; oh, Lizzy, why did you not say anything?!"

"I did try," Elizabeth pointed out quietly.

"You did, you did," Maria agreed agitatedly. "And we completely ignored you. Of my dear darling I am so sorry. I was just so caught up in the preparations that I took your silence for ascent; and with Lady Fitzwilliam there to agree with me...my goodness," she sighed dramatically, "what a to do! Well, I shall take you back to Mrs Thomas on Saturday and you shall decide everything," she declared resolutely. "And I shall not say a thing, you have my word."

"There is no need to go quite that far; I should still appreciate your advice Maria," Elizabeth replied with a smile.

Maria smiled and patted Elizabeth's hand. "You are a good girl. And I'll wager you have been worried about this all night, haven't you?" She guessed, smiling knowingly when Elizabeth flushed and looked down. "That is just like you," she noted fondly, tucking a stray curl behind Elizabeth's ear in a motherly gesture. "Trying to avoid hurting anyone's feelings even at the expense of your own."

"I did not want you to think me ungrateful," Elizabeth replied.

"There was no danger of that, my dear," Lewis assured her fondly. "And I should much rather you speak your mind than make yourself unhappy on our account."

"As would I," Maria seconded, smiling kindly at Elizabeth. "Was there anything else?" She asked.

When Elizabeth hesitated Lewis looked to his friend, "Michael?"

"We very much appreciate all that you have done for us, both of you," Lord Casterton began carefully. "But we feel that perhaps it would be better if things were allowed to follow their own course; if we were allowed to behave as usual and,"

"We were not quite so heavy handed in our attempts to have you conquer the ton?" Lewis guessed, having lately wondered himself whether playing to the demands of others was really what would make everyone happiest.

Lord Casterton smiled, "Well, I was going to phrase it more tactfully than that but...," he joked causing his friend to chuckle.

"Very well," Lewis agreed. "You know better than anyone what will make you happy; who are we to tell you that you are wrong? But I am glad you told us," he admitted. "We mean well but I should have been sorry to have forced you into something you did not want to do."

"I daresay one of us would have kicked up a fuss before long," Lord Casterton predicted light-heartedly. "It simply took us a little while to rediscover our voices."

"So, where do we go from here?" Lewis asked, looking between the pair expectantly, overlooking Darcy for the moment.

"Well, we are going to Hyde Park," Lord Casterton replied cheerily. "And then Elizabeth and Darcy are going to have their long overdue chess match. There's no need for drastic measures, my friend," he reassured Lewis. "Just no more pretence."

Lewis nodded, "In that case, I hope you have an enjoyable morning. You should be there long before the fashionable hour, hopefully it won't be as crowded."

"Hopefully," Elizabeth agreed, standing. "I shall just go and fetch my things," she told Darcy and her father, hurrying from the room.

"Did I upset her very much?" Maria asked once they were alone.

"Not very much," Lord Casterton lied seeing no reason to upset Maria as well. "But it is all resolved now, let us put it behind us."

"Yes, you're right," Maria breathed; she smiled at Darcy. "I am looking forward to the dinner on Sunday."

"As am I," Darcy replied with a slight bow of his head. "My sister is somewhat anxious about hosting you all but I am confident she will do very well."

"Have you heard whether your aunt and uncle will attend?" Lewis asked.

"My aunt intends to," Darcy replied before admitting, "I am uncertain about my uncle as of yet."

"I suppose we shall see them at the ball at any rate," Lewis noted, reminding Darcy of something; he turned to Lord Casterton and asked,

"I was wondering, my lord, whether you would permit me to present Miss Elizabeth with a gift for the ball, a necklace and some earrings? I would understand of course if you wished to reserve the right for yourself, I know it will be a special occasion."

"I believe you have earned the right, sir," Lord Casterton replied kindly. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I do," Darcy averred, hearing Elizabeth's footsteps outside and falling silent. He smiled at her return and waited patiently whilst she wished Maria and Lewis a good day.

"Have a lovely time, dear," Maria told her, kissing her cheek. Husband and wife watched the trio go before turning to one another.

"Well," Lewis noted with a wry smile. "Our endeavour seems to have come to a premature end."

"It was perhaps foolhardy to even attempt it," Maria admitted. "Not only because they do not wish it, but because they are a force to be reckoned with when either one is threatened."

"Indeed," Lewis agreed with a chuckle, "quite fierce. And with the addition of Darcy, well!"

Maria smiled. "Things will be better this way, I'm sure. They will be happier, and we can stop worrying about what might happen."

"And you get to go shopping once again," Lewis noted cheekily, laughing when his wife smacked his arm. "You still haven't told me anything about your own gown," he noted after a moment.

"And I shan't tell you a thing," Maria replied coyly. "You shall have to wait and see."

"I know I shall not be disappointed, whatever you have chosen," Lewis stated, drawing closer to his wife. "Few things can compare to the sight of you in a ball gown, my dear. Except perhaps the sight of you out of your ball gown," he whispered in her ear.

"Lewis!" Maria chided, mindful of the servants and their children and the hour of the day. She was made to forget the rest of her protest by her husband would not let the servants or their children or the hour of the day prevent him from kissing his wife as he wished to.

"What a beautiful day," Elizabeth breathed, looking up at the clear blue sky.

She was on the arm of her betrothed and walking beside her father, surrounded on all sides by flora and fauna whilst a light breeze and the bright sunshine combined to create a day that was neither too hot or too cool. Her spirits could not help but be raised by such a circumstance and she breathed deeply, a contented smile gracing her features as the trio ambled along the paths.

"I doubt we shall see many more like it," her father predicted. "It shall be autumn soon enough."

"Then I am glad we are here to make the most of it," Elizabeth replied lightly. "I cannot remember the last time we were here," she admitted, looking about her. "They used to bring me and Alex when we were young," she added, looking up at Darcy. "As a special treat."

"Georgiana has always enjoyed it here," Darcy replied, "though I confess I have done my best to avoid it. At a certain hour, at least," he added with a smile.

"You did not fancy a ride down Rotten Row then?" Elizabeth playfully enquired. "Doffing your hat to the ladies you passed."

"No, I did not," Darcy replied. "There are much better places to ride at any rate," he added, intending to appear obtuse.

Elizabeth laughed, "But sir, you are missing the point. To see and be seen, Mr Darcy, that is why people go there."

"And I had no desire to be seen as a person who cared about being seen," Darcy replied playfully, smiling over at Lord Casterton when that gentleman chuckled,

"That makes perfect sense to me, though I feel that it should not."

They continued on their walk, following the path which led them around the lake, occasionally passing other couples or groups, none of them known to either Darcy or the Casterton's. They conversed easily and happily with one another, at leisure to take their time and make the most of the park whilst it was still relatively quiet.

"Elizabeth?" Darcy spoke up after several moments of companionable silence. "Have you heard of the Philharmonic Society?"

"I don't believe I have," Elizabeth replied. "Father, have you?"

"I seem to vaguely remember hearing about them," Lord Casterton mused, looking to Darcy to explain.

"They are a musical society," Darcy elaborated. "Formed earlier this year. I believe their purpose is to promote the performance of music. Their first concert was in March and by all accounts was a great success; they are hosting another on Tuesday and I wondered whether you should like to attend."

"Will it not be difficult?" Elizabeth asked. "If they are popular?"

"Not if Lewis and Maria decided they wished to go," Lord Casterton pointed out sagely.

"Oh, yes, I suppose so," Elizabeth breathed, frowning slightly. It did not seem right somehow taking advantage of their friendship with Lewis and Maria in such a way.

"Please forget about that for a moment," Darcy asked gently. "Do you wish to go? I think you would enjoy it."

"I am sure I would," Elizabeth replied honestly. "Doesn't it sound nice, father?

"Certainly," Lord Casterton agreed.

"Then we shall go," Darcy declared. "I do not believe that they are so well known that it will be a problem for us all to attend," he assured Elizabeth. "And I know that Bingley is planning on asking Miss Bennet and the Gardiners to accompany him," he added, pleased when Elizabeth smiled.

"I shall look forward to it," she said. "It has been so long since I have attended a performance."

"We shall have to go to the opera whilst you are here," Darcy suggested quite eagerly. "And the theatre as well. And perhaps an exhibition or two; Georgiana particularly enjoys them and seems to know about all the best ones."

"That all sounds wonderful," Elizabeth replied, and indeed it did, the prospect of spending time with William and their friends and family doing what they wanted to do a very welcome one.

"Before then, however, is the ball," Lord Casterton reminded them, both of the event itself and of his continued presence; he inwardly shook his head at the couple beside him, a picture of young love. "And I learned something of interest last night which I believe shall interest you also."

"What was that, father?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"A waltz shall be included in the order of dancing," her father replied with a twinkle in his eye; he turned to Darcy. "Can you dance the waltz sir?"

"Very badly," Darcy admitted. "Georgie made me learn the fundaments so that I could dance it with her many months ago. Can you, my lord?"

"Not at all," Lord Casterton confessed cheerily. "And I know you do not either, my dear," he added with a smile at Elizabeth.

"Well, no matter," Elizabeth replied easily. "I shall simply have to ask Maria for lessons, and you two shall have to ask Lewis," she added playfully. "I can just imagine you now, waltzing around his study in each other's arms."

"Elizabeth!" Lord Casterton exclaimed laughingly as Darcy chuckled at the picture she painted. "We would never do something so foolish, would we Darcy?"

"I should hope not," Darcy managed to reply, still somewhat amused.

"Would you not?" Elizabeth pretended to pout as she looked at her betrothed. "Not even if it meant being able to waltz with me?"

"I would not answer that if I were you, son," Lord Casterton advised wisely, shaking his head at his daughter. "For no matter what you say you cannot win."

Darcy smiled and accepted Lord Casterton's advice, quirking his brow at Elizabeth, waiting for her to say something in response. She merely smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"It is no matter," she noted airily. "I can easily dance with another gentleman who knows how to waltz."

Darcy instantly frowned and Lord Casterton laughed. "Oh, Lizzy!" He chided her. "That is one thing you should not tease Mr Darcy about; trust me."

Elizabeth knew her father was right and set about consoling her betrothed, stroking his arm with a gentle hand and softly saying, "I was only playing, my love. I will waltz with no one but you."

"Even if it means suffering my poor attempts at it?" Darcy replied, smiling tenderly down at her, not really annoyed at all.

"Even then," Elizabeth assured him, pleased when he nodded and pressed a brief kiss to her forehead in reply.

Lord Casterton watched their interaction for a moment before looking up at the sun and noting, "I believe it is lunch time; shall we return home and see about some tea and cake?"

Darcy and Elizabeth both agreed that some light sustenance would be most welcome and the trio exited the park and walked the short way back to the Fraiser's townhouse. They were met by a characteristically excitable Fredrick who quickly monopolised Darcy's attention, having overcome his earlier shyness of that gentleman, the knowledge that Darcy was related to a real life Colonel a significant factor in his acceptance by the young boy. The returned also to find that Maria had some guests and all were happy to greet Lady Anderson, Miss Stone and Mrs Peters. Elizabeth was sorry to have missed their arrival and she quickly took up a seat and the ladies fell into friendly conversation; Lord Casterton and Darcy easily agreed to let them be and went to join Lewis, Alex and Lord Earle in the billiard room. During the course of a game with Alex, Darcy was somewhat surprised to discover that Elizabeth knew well how to play.

"Oh, yes," Alex said in response to Darcy's look. "I taught her years ago. Liz only ever plays with me though," he added as he took his shot. Whether he was intentionally goading Darcy was known only to himself, but it certainly seemed the case to Lord Casterton and Lewis. "She was quite out of practice after so many years apart, but I soon brought her back up to scratch."

"Do you enjoy chess?" Darcy asked, somewhat incongruously it appeared to the other gentlemen. Inwardly he was attempting not to picture Alex helping Elizabeth with her technique, knowing what close contact it would have entailed.

"No!" Alex replied cheerfully, though he sounded dismissive. "Can't stand the game."

"I see," Darcy replied calmly; he took his shot and watched uninterested as the ball fell smoothly into the pocket. "I do," he added as he straightened. "It requires a certain amount of sophistication that appeals to me. I believe that is why Elizabeth enjoys it so much as well."

Lord Casterton bit his lip and turned his face so that no one would see his smile. Touché, Darcy, he thought amusedly. The subject of their conversation appeared then at the door and Alex called for her to join them. "We can have a game once Darcy and I have finished this one," he proposed cheerily.

"Thank you, but we have already arranged to have a game of chess," Elizabeth replied smiling at Darcy, who resisted the urge to smile triumphantly at the Marquess.

Elizabeth remained for a moment before returning to the ladies, asking Darcy to come for her when he had finished his game with Alex. He quickly did so, happy to allow Alex victory in favour of time spent with Elizabeth and soon was ensconced in the library with her and her father, facing his betrothed across the chessboard.

"This has been a long time in coming," Lord Casterton remarked from his seat beside the fire. "Almost a year."

"Yes," Elizabeth agreed having made her first move. "Let us hope it does not disappoint," she added with a smile at Darcy.

"As long as we promise not to go easy on one another, I am sure it shall be very enjoyable," Darcy predicted.

"Oh do not worry, my love, I intend to beat you soundly," Elizabeth replied merrily, causing Darcy to chuckle.

"In that case," Darcy smiled, "let us play on."

Chapter 26

Lord Fitzwilliam turned the page of his paper, took a sip of his coffee and resumed his perusal of the day's news. His wife was beside him drinking her tea and reading some correspondence, an air of peace surrounding them after so many days of tension. They had reached something of a truce recently, largely due to Lady Fitzwilliam having seen their son and her emotional response to it. She had arrived home and, needing some comfort, had promptly sought Lord Fitzwilliam out and fallen into her surprised husband's arms. Since then they had set aside their disagreement, their concern for their son overriding all other considerations as they relied upon one another for support.

"My dear," Lady Fitzwilliam said softly. "I was considering going to Darcy House to see our son this afternoon; will you come with me?"

Lord Fitzwilliam sighed, his brow furrowed as he folded his paper and set it aside. "I should dearly like to see him," he admitted, "but this situation with Darcy..."

"Our nephew would never prevent you from seeing Richard," Lady Fitzwilliam told him. "He would never be so cruel. And surely you would not allow your disagreement with Darcy prevent you from seeing your son?"

"No," Lord Fitzwilliam agreed, laying his hand atop his wife's. "I shall join you," he agreed quietly as she turned her hand over and gripped his fingers.

"Thank you, my dear," Lady Fitzwilliam replied quietly.

Lord Fitzwilliam nodded briskly and turned back to his paper, hiding behind its broad pages as he attempted to ignore the nagging question at the back of his mind; how had his sister reacted on receipt of his letter? Little did he know that he would find out much sooner than he realised.

Elizabeth, her spirits much restored by her enjoyment of the day before, arose at her usual time and took Fred for a quick walk in the park before joining everyone for breakfast. She had arranged for Jane and Mrs Gardiner to come for tea and was looking forward to seeing her friends, conscious of the fact that they had had little chance to speak properly during their shopping trip. William was to call later in the afternoon as well for a rematch (their very drawn out game of the day before had ended in a stalemate) and he was to bring his sister and cousin with him; all in all she looked forward to the coming day with much anticipation.

Jane and Mrs Gardiner came in good time, the latter bringing with her her eldest son who was but two years older than Fredrick and a very willing playmate for the young lord. The two boys disappeared upstairs whilst Maria, Sophia, Elizabeth, Jane and Mrs Gardiner sat down for tea and conversation, the two Hertfordshire ladies taking time to share any news of home with Elizabeth particularly eager to hear of her friends back in Hertfordshire whom she had been surprised to miss as much as she did. They had all been quite happily occupied thusly for some time, sat together in a room facing out towards the park, when the attention of Elizabeth was caught by the faint sounds of a carriage; at a pause in the conversation she rose and went to the window only to see that the equipage in question had pulled up outside the Fitzwilliam's townhouse rather than the Fraiser's. Resuming her seat, she explained what she had seen to indulge Maria's curiosity before returning to the conversation at hand, all but forgetting about the Fitzwilliam's visitor.

Talk eventually turned to the ball, their dresses, the expected guests, and the delight of Jane and Elizabeth at the prospect of standing up with their respective betrothed. Elizabeth, reminded of her conversation of the day before with her father and William, turned to Maria and asked whether indeed the waltz would be danced.

"Of course," Maria replied. "It is a wonderful dance and not at all as scandalous as people say. I look forward to it very much."

"I am afraid you shall have to teach me the steps, Maria," Elizabeth confessed with a light laugh. "All I know is that it involves a lot of spinning."

When Jane and Mrs Gardiner also confessed their ignorance of the steps Maria was seized by an idea and asked that they move to the music room; once there they ask a footman to push the furniture back and Sophia and Elizabeth took turns to play a waltz whilst Maria taught the remaining ladies what to do. At first somewhat reluctant, soon Mrs Gardiner and Jane were laughing and spinning around the room, mastering the steps with ease as Maria and Elizabeth formed another couple and followed them round.

"You see," Maria said cheerily. "Isn't it delightful?"

Both Jane and Elizabeth agreed that it was indeed, both thinking of their respective gentlemen and what it would be like to dance with them and flushing prettily.

"I do not think I could stand to dance it more than once in an evening," Elizabeth exclaimed once they had all come to a stop. "It would make one so dizzy!"

"I feel dizzy just watching you," Sophia admitted with a light laugh from her place at the pianoforte.

The impromptu lesson having concluded, the ladies sat down and called for some refreshments, quite parched as a result of the unexpected exercise. Sophia favoured them with a performance and all were quite content spending their time in such an agreeable manner.

When Georgiana espied the Fitzwilliam's carriage from the window and saw both her aunt and uncle descend from it she quickly hurried to tell her brother of their visitors. He and Richard were both in his study and greeted this intelligence with matching expressions, one brow raised and a look which spoke of their surprise.

"Has the stubborn old dog come round?" Richard mused, looking to his cousin for his opinion.

"I suspect this visit has more to do with you, cousin," Darcy replied thoughtfully. "Your father cannot but be concerned for your welfare."

"I shall not be persuaded to abandon you," Richard stated firmly. "Not if he continues in his opposition."

"Richard," Darcy rebuked his cousin. "He is here to see you, I am certain. The disagreement is between me and him," he stated calmly. "Please do not let it come between you and your father anymore than it already has."

"Very well," Richard sighed, realising Darcy was probably right.

A servant appeared, announcing the arrival of Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam and Darcy asked that they be shown in. He stood and came around his desk, standing beside Richard and awaiting the arrival of his aunt and uncle. Lady Fitzwilliam entered with a warm smile for her son and niece and nephew whilst Lord Fitzwilliam looked stern and, somewhat surprisingly, decidedly uncomfortable.

"Aunt," Darcy came forward and greeted Lady Fitzwilliam with a kiss to the cheek. He turned to his uncle and offered his hand, "Uncle."

"Darcy," Lord Fitzwilliam replied, shaking the proffered hand. "How are you?" He compelled himself to ask.

"Very well, thank you sir," Darcy assured him. He stepped aside so that his aunt and uncle could greet his sister and then, finally, their son.

"Hello again mother," Richard warmly greeted her, kissing her cheek whilst his eyes remained on his father.

"Hello darling," Lady Fitzwilliam replied. "How are you?"

"Very well," Richard assured her; he looked at his father and waited, unable to miss how pale he looked. "Father?"

"Son," Lord Fitzwilliam croaked; he stuck out his hand for Richard to shake. "Are you well?"

Richard smiled slightly, "Very well, sir, as I said," he joked lightly. It was with considerable surprise that he found himself pulled into a fierce embrace by his father. Shooting Darcy a slightly alarmed look, he gingerly patted his father on the back and waited to be released.

"It is such a relief to see you looking so much improved, son," Lord Fitzwilliam admitted when he drew back, sounding quite emotional. He cleared his throat and seemed to remember himself. "A relief indeed."

Lady Fitzwilliam watched all this with tears in her eyes, certain that their family would all be back together soon enough, under one roof as they were meant to be.

"Shall I ring for tea?" Georgiana asked, gently interrupting the moment.

"That would be nice, dear, thank you," Lady Fitzwilliam replied.

"Let us go to the sitting room," Darcy suggested lightly. "It will be more comfortable."

As Georgiana gave directions to a waiting footman Richard offered his mother his arm and led her from the room; this left Darcy and his uncle alone, looking at one another in silence.

"Your aunt has become something of a champion for your betrothed," Lord Fitzwilliam admitted after a long moment. "She has been quite relentless in her attempts to change my opinion."

"And has she had much success?" Darcy asked evenly, knowing inwardly that his uncle making such an admission meant a great deal.

"Some," Lord Fitzwilliam replied succinctly. He studied his nephew for a long moment. "I still have many reservations," he stated firmly before admitting, "but I see now that I may have been too quick to declare my opposition."

"I think, my lord," Darcy replied thoughtfully, "that the only way you will be able to decide fairly is to meet Elizabeth and her father yourself; if you still have reservations then, at least your opinions will be better informed."

"You think me prejudiced," Lord Fitzwilliam surmised. "Well, perhaps I am," he admitted. "I shall consider it," he promised, "but for now I simply wish to spend time with my son. Is he truly well?" He asked his nephew intently.

"He improves more and more every day," Darcy assured him, "and his spirits have been, if not always high, certainly not as affected as they might have been."

"Thank you for taking such good care of him. You are a good man, Fitzwilliam," Lord Fitzwilliam praised him, patting his shoulder.

"Thank you, sir," Darcy replied respectfully, leading his uncle to join the rest of their family. He was surprised when his uncle stopped him in the hallway.

"I have to tell you, Fitzwilliam," Lord Fitzwilliam began; he sighed and admitted, "I wrote to my sister of your engagement."

Darcy took a fortifying breath and nodded. "I thought you might have done so," he admitted. "I should have done it myself but I confess I was looking to put it off, at least until you..." he trailed off and rubbed his forehead. "I shall write to her myself later and hope she is not too disappointed."

"There is not much chance of that," Lord Fitzwilliam replied with a snort. "You knew the plans she had for you and Anne."

Darcy stiffened and his uncle tried to reassure him, "I am not criticising you; Anne is sickly girl and would not have been a fit wife for you. I do not blame you for looking elsewhere."

Darcy nodded before suggesting that they really should join the others; Lord Fitzwilliam agreed and the two men sat down with their family, making an effort to maintain the tentative peace which seemed to have been declared.

After Jane and Mrs Gardiner and her son had departed, Elizabeth found herself with some time on her hands whilst Fred and Sophia attended to their lessons, Maria met with her housekeeper and Lewis, her father and Alex were all out attending to business, making arrangements for a new suit of evening clothes and spending time at the club, respectively. She chose to spend her time writing letters, having lately received one from her friend Charlotte Collins and also needing to reply to one from Julia Gregory. She also wrote to Emily, telling her friend all about her time in London, the highs and lows and the plans they had for the concert and the opera. She made a point of mentioning her father often and included many questions for her friend so that she had plenty to tell his lordship when the reply came, knowing that her father would be thankful for the intelligence. She would never interfere, but she was not above giving them a little helping hand every now and then.

The quiet of the house was suddenly disturbed by a commotion at the door and Elizabeth, somewhat curious, laid aside her half finished letter and made to stand, intent on seeing who it was that had arrived. She could hear raised voices and was quite astonished when the door to the parlour was unexpectedly thrown open and a tall, austere lady entered followed closely by a beleaguered Warner who attempted to protest and apologise at the same time.

"Madam, truly I must protest! I apologise Miss Casterton, this lady..."

"You!" The lady exclaimed in outraged. "You are Miss Casterton!?"

"Who are you?" Elizabeth replied, caught off guard and forgetting her manners. "And why have you forced your way into this house?"

"How can you...?!" The lady choked, obviously mortally offended. "Do you know who I am?" She asked imperiously.

"I have not the slightest idea who you are," Elizabeth replied honestly. She nodded to Warner who retreated from the room, obviously relieved to be allowed to do so.

"I am Lady Catherine de Bourgh," her ladyship replied. "Mr Darcy is my nephew. Now what do you have to say?" She asked, looking superior.

"A pleasure to meet you, your ladyship," Elizabeth stated sardonically, dropping an extremely impertinent curtsey. She was in no mood to pander to her ladyship when she had behaved so rudely.

"Oh, you, you...! You are as disgraceful as I expected to find you. Worse! Oh, are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?" She lamented with great anguish.

"I have not the pleasure of understanding you, your ladyship," Elizabeth replied resentfully.

"Miss Casterton," her ladyship spat in an angry tone as though her name left a bad taste in the mouth. "You ought to know that I am not to be trifled with. However insincere you may choose to be, you shall not find me so. A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago regarding you and my nephew and I instantly resolved on setting off for this place, that I might make my sentiments known to you."

"I would say that you have made your sentiments very clear," Elizabeth remarked angrily, her temper at a rolling boil.

"Do not interrupt me!" Lady Catherine decreed fiercely. "This is not to be borne; were it anyone else but my brother who had informed me of this shameful situation I should have declared it a scandalous falsehood! It will not be allowed to continue; my nephew cannot and will not marry you!"

"And yet," Elizabeth countered, "he has made me an offer of marriage, which I have accepted, despite your ladyship having declared it to be impossible."

"It ought to be so," Lady Catherine argued, circling around Elizabeth and eyeing her from foot to toe. "But your arts and allurements may, in a moment of infatuation, have made him forget what he owes to himself and to all his family. You have drawn him in."

"If I have, I shall be the last person to confess it," Elizabeth replied.

"How dare you!" Lady Catherine shouted. "You disgraceful, shameless, outrageous...! Let me be rightly understood. This match, to which you have the audacity to aspire, can never take place. No, never. Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?" She challenged triumphantly.

"Only this," Elizabeth snapped back, "that if he really is so, he never would have made an offer to me."

Lady Catherine angrily waved away Elizabeth's reply, "The engagement between them is of a peculiar kind. From their infancy, they have been intended for each other. It was the favourite wish of his mother, as well as of hers. While in their cradles, we planned the union: and now, at the moment when the wishes of both sisters would be accomplished in their marriage, to be prevented by you, a strumpet, a shameful harlot! Are you lost to every feeling of propriety and delicacy?"

"Apparently so," Elizabeth sarcastically replied, stinging from the insults. "But what is that to me? If there is no other objection to my marrying your nephew, I shall certainly not be kept from it by knowing of your wishes and opinions. If I am his choice, why may not I accept him?"

"Because honour, decorum, prudence and interest forbid it," Lady Catherine exclaimed furiously. "Yes, interest; for do not expect to be noticed by his family or friends, if you wilfully act against the inclinations of all. You will be censured, slighted, and despised by everyone connected with him. Your alliance will be a disgrace; your name will never even be mentioned by any of us."

"These are heavy misfortunes," replied Elizabeth. "But the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine."

"Obstinate, headstrong girl! You disgust me; I ashamed of you! I shall not be denied, Miss Casterton," she stated fiercely, taking a step closer and bringing their faces into uncomfortable proximity. "I came here determined to carry my purpose and I will not be dissuaded from it. I am not in the habit of brooking disappointment."

"That will make your ladyship's situation at present more pitiable," Elizabeth admitted, "but it will have no effect on me."

"I will not let you ruin all my plans," Lady Catherine threatened. "My daughter and my nephew are formed for each other. They are destined for each other by the voice of every member of their respective houses; and what is to divide them? You?! A shameless excuse for a young woman, devoid of virtue and without family, connections, or fortune. Is this to be endured! It shall not be. If you were sensible of your own good, you would not wish to aspire to the sphere from which your family was rightful cast out."

"Last time I checked," Elizabeth bit out, "my father remained a Baron and a gentleman; as such, as his daughter, I remain of the same sphere as your nephew. Indeed, some might say I am above him."

"You pretend to be a gentleman's daughter," Lady Catherine disparaged, "but who was your mother? A whore, and I'd wager you are no better; you will never be worthy of my nephew! You will disgrace him!"

"Whatever my connections may be," Elizabeth bit out forcefully, her fists balled at her sides "if your nephew does not object to them, they can be nothing to you. And you are much mistaken if you think that by insulting me and threatening me you will make me give him up."

"Unfeeling, selfish girl!" Lady Catherine accused, incensed. "You care nothing for the honour and credit of my nephew! You care not that a connection with you must disgrace him in the eyes of everybody, and you refuse to obey the claims of duty, honour, and gratitude. You are determined to ruin him in the opinion of all his family, and make him the contempt of the world!"

"I have said no such thing," Elizabeth countered angrily. "I am only resolved to act in a manner which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me. And with regards to the resentment and indignation of his family," she added derisively, "I believe you speak solely for yourself Lady Catherine, and I care nothing for your opinion. What is more," she stated coldly, "you have called me a strumpet and a harlot and a whore and I will be telling your nephew about that. I certainly hope you enjoyed your last visit to Pemberley," she added scathingly, "for you will never be welcome there whilst I am mistress."

Maria and Warner burst into the room just in time to witness the resounding slap Lady Catherine bestowed upon Elizabeth's cheek; horrified, Maria ordered Warner to have the incensed Lady Catherine thrown out of the house though in truth the old retainer needed no such order, having already grabbed her ladyship's arm and begun to forcibly drag her from the room.

Visibly shaking with anger, Elizabeth stood and watched Lady Catherine being taken away as Maria fussed about her.

"Good Lord, what on earth...? Who was that lady Lizzy? Are you well? Your cheek is so red! Come, sit down, drink some tea. Warner! Warner!! Oh, where are the men when you need them? Shall I send for your father? Lizzy?"

"Maria," Elizabeth breathed, taking her friend's hand to stop it flapping about. "It was just a slap; I daresay I shall live."

Maria nodded and sighed with relief, "But who was that Lizzy? And why on earth did she assault you in such a way?!"

"That was Lady Catherine de Bourgh," Elizabeth replied, "Mr Darcy's aunt."

That effectively silenced Maria as she struggled for something to say in reply and Elizabeth simply had to smile. She rubbed her cheek to reduce the sting.

"The lady has been escorted from the house," Warner appeared to inform his mistress. "Though she was without a carriage. She seems to be walking across the park."

There was further commotion outside of the house, the sound of a carriage and raised voices and footsteps followed by the appearance of a harangued William. He bowed hastily and with little of his usual grace to Maria.

"Forgive me for the intrusion but I have just seen my aunt outside and wondered whether...I thought I had better check that she had not..."

"Come and introduced herself?" Elizabeth provided helpfully; it really had been a much unexpected encounter and her feelings seemed to be on some sort of a delay. No doubt it would all hit her soon enough.

"Yes," Darcy sighed, "Did she?"

"I'm afraid so," Elizabeth replied succinctly. Maria looked at her in amazement and indignantly stated,

"Your aunt struck Elizabeth, Mr Darcy. Quite forcefully I might add; I witnessed it myself."

Darcy's face instantly darkened even as he came forward and gently took up Elizabeth's hand. "You are well, she did not harm you?"

"I am fine," Elizabeth assured him calmly. "Though you will forgive me if I cannot profess to having enjoyed meeting your aunt."

"What did she say to you?" Darcy asked her in an undertone, pressing her hands.

"Nothing of consequence," Elizabeth replied lightly; despite her threat, she had no intention of revealing the insults that had been levelled at her by Lady Catherine. Certainly not in the presence of Maria at any rate.

Darcy frowned, glanced at Maria and then back at Elizabeth.

"I shall see that my aunt is sent on her way back home, and then I will return. Would you mind if my sister remained here with you?"

"Not at all," Elizabeth assured him. She managed a smile as he kissed her hand and quickly disappeared.

"Elizabeth," Maria breathed, coming to her side. "Warner told me that he heard shouting and,"

"I really do not wish to speak of it," Elizabeth interrupted her. "Please," she said to soften her harsh words. "Not right now at least."

"Very well," Maria agreed; Georgiana appeared then, looking somewhat anxious.

"Oh, Elizabeth, was she very horrible to you?" The younger girl asked, coming to take the hand Elizabeth held out to her.

"Why would you think that?" Elizabeth teased, though she was quite curious.

"Because she is horrible to everyone," Georgiana replied candidly. "And she wants William to marry my cousin Anne."

"Yes, she told me about that," Elizabeth breathed.

"There is no truth to it!" Georgiana hastened to assure her. "William and Anne have never,"

"It is alright," Elizabeth soothed. "I have no reason to doubt your brother."

Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief and Elizabeth looked between her and Maria. "Shall we sit whilst we await William's return?" She proposed lightly, sinking gracefully into the nearest chair when Maria agreed that would be best.

They sat in silence, Elizabeth determinedly refusing to think about the half an hour prior and Georgiana and Maria stealing glances at her, awaiting some form of reaction, sure that one would come eventually.

Across the square, Lord Fitzwilliam was practically wrestling his incensed sister back into her carriage whilst his wife and son attempted to calm his nephew down.

"Unhand me this instant!" The lady screeched. "Edward!"

"Cease, Catherine!" Lord Fitzwilliam bellowed, losing his temper. Effectively cowed, his sister allowed herself to be placed in her carriage, the door firmly closed behind her. "You will return to Rosings this instant and I do not wish to see you again until you are summoned! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Lady Catherine snapped; "But brother, surely you see that we cannot allow this to..."

Lord Fitzwilliam turned his back on his sister and walked away, instructing a groom that she was not to be allowed out of the carriage and was to leave as soon as the horses were ready. He retreated back into the house with the sounds of his sister's shouts of outrage ringing in his ears only to be confronted by his nephew's raised voice.

"How dare she strike my betrothed?!" Darcy fumed, pacing angrily back and forth. "I shall never speak to her again; she will never be welcome at Pemberley!"

"Fitzwilliam," Lord Fitzwilliam breathed, making his presence known. "How is Miss Casterton?"

"She said that she was fine," Darcy replied with a heavy sigh. "Though I could see that she was not. I dread to think what Lady Catherine said to her," he admitted darkly.

"From what I can gather from Catherine's shouts, none of it was complimentary," Lord Fitzwilliam reluctantly confessed. "I apologise Fitzwilliam."

"It was not your fault," Darcy replied absently, attempting to master his anger.

"She is my sister, I am responsible for her," Lord Fitzwilliam countered. "What is more, I was the one who wrote to her; she would not have come had I not done so."

"She would have found out eventually father," Richard pointed out fairly.

"Yes, but the tone of my letter no doubt added fuel to the flames," Lord Fitzwilliam replied. "I stated my objections to the match," he admitted, "and she no doubt came to town believing that I would support her in opposition to the engagement. I brought this on you both, William, and I apologise."

"It is not me to whom you should be apologising," Darcy replied stiffly.

"You are right," Lord Fitzwilliam agreed, surprising everyone. "If I may accompany you, I shall apologise to Miss Casterton and her grace for my sister's actions, and the part I had to play in them."

Darcy agreed that Lord Fitzwilliam could come with him, as well as Lady Fitzwilliam who suggested that she collect Georgiana and bring her back to their townhouse so that William and Elizabeth could have some time to talk privately. They quickly made their way across the park, Warner welcoming them somewhat warily and showing them to the parlour where Elizabeth, Georgiana and Maria sat. The latter two were attempting to carry on some semblance of a conversation whilst Elizabeth just sat, staring out of the window, he fingers picking agitatedly at the tassels of the pillow she had in her lap. She rose along with the other two and curtseyed to Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam when they were introduced though it was clear that the presence of his lordship made her somewhat uncomfortable; no doubt, William thought, because she was worried about hearing yet more objections and insults.

"Miss Casterton," Lord Fitzwilliam intoned respectfully. "I hope you will accept my sincere apology for everything my sister said to you this afternoon and for the unwarranted attack upon your person. She has been sent back to her home in Kent and I can assure you you will not be made to suffer her presence again. And may I also apologise to you, your grace," he added with a slight bow to Maria, "on account of my sister entering your home uninvited and abusing your guest in such an abominable manner."

Maria immediately accepted his lordship's apology but Elizabeth regarded him for a long moment before eventually saying, "Thank you, my lord. I accept your apology, though I cannot help but feel that you had no reason to make it; you are not responsible for the actions of a grown woman."

"Nevertheless," Lord Fitzwilliam replied, "I feel responsible and wished to apologise. I hope no lasting harm was done."

"No, no lasting harm," Elizabeth agreed quietly. She looked away again and they all exchanged glances.

"We should return home," Lord Fitzwilliam said. "Won't you accompany us, Georgiana?"

Georgiana quickly agreed and Maria rose to personally see their guests out, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth alone; he quickly crossed to her and sat down by her side.

"My love," he muttered softly. "Are you well?"

"Better than I would have been had this happened before yesterday," Elizabeth replied shakily. "I doubt I would have been able to cope with this on top of everything else."

"What did she say to you?" Darcy asked, gently coaxing her to turn and face him.

"Oh, the usual things," Elizabeth sighed. "That I would disgrace you, that your marrying me would be a terrible mistake, that I am a whore..."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh yes," Elizabeth replied, a tear slipping from her eye and rolling down her face. "And a strumpet and a harlot; your aunt has quite the vocabulary, I must say," she joked, finishing on a sob.

"Oh, Elizabeth," Darcy breathed, pulling her into his arms. "I am so sorry. I never thought that she would...please forgive me."

"It isn't your fault," Elizabeth said into his coat front as he stroked her back and pressed kisses into her hair. "You can't control what other people say and do. And I daresay she was only saying aloud what others think," she added.

"Stop it," Darcy replied, giving her a squeeze. "You promised me you wouldn't do this to yourself. You are worth just as much as everybody else; more so, as far as I'm concerned."

Elizabeth nodded mutely, rubbing her cheek against his coat and bringing herself under control. They were silent a long moment until she tentatively asked,

"William, why did you uncle apologise to me?"

Darcy explained about the letter that had been sent.

"But do you think...Was he apologising for what had been said, or because it had been said?" She asked quietly. "Does he agree with your aunt but is too well bred to say it, I suppose is what I'm asking."

"My uncle is slowly coming round to the idea of us marrying, I think," Darcy replied thoughtfully. "And whilst he has not been fair to you I do not believe he harbours the same misguided beliefs as my aunt does; I do not think he would have apologised to you if that were so."

Elizabeth nodded. "He looks like you," she noted after a moment. "Or rather, you look like him."

Darcy smiled at her observation and pressed his lips to her temple. "Who do you suppose our children will look like?" He whispered tenderly. "Shall they favour you or me?"

"Both, I imagine," Elizabeth replied sensibly before adding, "though I hope they have your eyes."

"Ah, but I hope they have your eyes," Darcy countered. "We shall have to compromise."

"One of each?" Elizabeth teased, feeling Darcy's chuckle against her cheek. "Surely not. That would be most singular."

"Very singular indeed," Darcy agreed. "Perhaps the girls may have your eyes and the boys mine; how does that sound?"

"Wonderful," Elizabeth breathed contentedly, all thoughts of Lady Catherine practically forgotten; she raised her head and looked up at William. "Shall you like lots of children, do you think?"

"I shall be grateful for each and every child you give me, my love," Darcy replied tenderly. "And shall love them all equally. But three or four would, I think, be most agreeable," he admitted with a smile at the prospect. "Not so many as to detract my attention away from you," he explained with a kiss to her nose which made her smile. "But enough so that they have siblings to play with, and that the house be filled with laughter."

"Do you think we will find it strange, being part of such a large family?" Elizabeth asked thoughtfully, "Provided of course we manage three or four children."

"I think it will be wonderful," Darcy predicted with quiet joy. "Watching our sons and daughters grow, seeing them married and having families of their own."

"We shall have to marry and have a family first, my love," Elizabeth reminded him with a smile.

"Both of which I am looking forward to," Darcy replied lovingly. "Though there is no rush for us to have children; we have the rest of our lives, after all."

Elizabeth nodded. "I think I should like some time with just you before we start a family," she admitted. "To enjoy being your wife."

Darcy knew she meant it in an innocent way and so focused his mind on something other than the imaginings which her words had inspired and his body's response to them. Fortunately his task was made easier by the re-appearance of Maria who had stayed away for as long as she felt able; upon seeing them sat together she smiled, somewhat relieved to have not interrupted anything more intimate.

"Are you well, my dear?" She asked Elizabeth who did indeed look somewhat recovered.

"Quite well, Maria, thank you." Elizabeth assured her.

"I thought it good of your uncle to come and apologise, Mr Darcy," Maria noted with approval. "He did not have to but it was very considerate of him."

"He was anxious to avoid causing any further offense after my aunt's deplorable conduct," Darcy replied frankly. "Indeed, I hope you know she spoke only for herself," he added as much for Maria's benefit as Elizabeth's.

"Of course," Maria replied easily. She smiled at the couple and asked, "Were you not to have another game of chess this afternoon? I thought I had understood that as the reason for your call."

"Indeed," Darcy agreed, "though I think we shall postpone it for another day," he suggested and Elizabeth nodded. "I do not think either of us is in the mood any longer."

"Yes," Maria sighed. "It has been a trying afternoon. Unexpectedly eventful. At least we shall have peace and quiet from now on."

At this Darcy and Elizabeth shared a look which clearly showed that they were both thinking the same thing- if only!

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