Better For Loving You ~ Part Two, Section VII

    By Helen

    Beginning, Part Two, Section VII, Next Section

    Chapter 27

    Posted on March 16, 2010

    "Richard?" Darcy appeared suddenly in Richard's room. "Have you seen Georgie anywhere?"

    "I believe she is with Mrs Greene," Richard replied, turning and beginning yet another lap; his doctor had given him a number of exercises to complete and Richard was strictly following the regime to rebuild his muscles and regain his strength.

    "Again?" Darcy sighed; leaving his cousin to his task he made his way to Mrs Greene's room where he did indeed find his sister. "Good afternoon ladies," he greeted cheerful; his housekeeper returned his greeting in her usual manner but Georgiana only muttered something inaudible and went back to the piece of paper she was studying.

    "Problems?" Darcy asked quietly, looking at Mrs Greene for an answer.

    "We are finalising the seating arrangement," she stated in a neutral tone. Darcy's brow rose.

    "Surely there is no difficultly," he replied; before he could say more his sister impatiently exclaimed,

    "Of course there are difficulties William! It would be difficult enough with a Duke, a Marquess, an Earl and a Baron in attendance, but when you take into account everything else...!"

    "What else is there to be taken into account?" Darcy asked in one of his more obtuse moments in life.

    "The Gardiners," Georgie replied with exasperation. "And Lord Casterton. What do you think uncle would say if he found himself sat beside a tradesman, or Lord Casterton?"

    "In truth, I care not whether he is happy with the arrangements," Darcy replied honestly, ignoring the way Mrs Greene's brows shot up. "Just put people where you think they will enjoy sitting Georgie, and leave it at that," he told her calmly.

    "But," Georgiana tried to protest.

    "Trust me," Darcy assured her firmly. "Uncle is not coming to make trouble; and if he does, well, he knows where the door is."

    "Yes, brother," Georgiana agreed finally. She looked down at the table plan and smiled after a moment. "I suppose you would like Elizabeth beside you?"

    "I would," Darcy replied, smiling also. "And Lord Casterton as well."

    Georgiana wrote their names in. "And I will have Sophia and Richard next to me."

    "Perhaps Miss Bennet could be beside Elizabeth," Darcy suggested, "I think they have missed one another's company. And her grace and Mrs Gardiner will be happy next to one another."

    Georgiana nodded, much happier now. "I shall have it finished in no time." She sighed and smiled ruefully. "Thank goodness this is only a small party; I should never have managed were it any larger. I need a bit more practice at this," she admitted with a light laugh.

    "You have a few years yet, do not worry," Darcy assured her. "And I'm sure Elizabeth will be happy to help you learn."

    Georgiana smiled again and Darcy asked, "And what have you decided to serve our guests?"

    Georgiana explained the menu and Darcy smiled affectionately when she confessed to having enquired as to Elizabeth and Lord Casterton's particular preferences. He laughed when she mentioned that they were to have apple crumble as one of the puddings.

    "We shall have to see how it compares to the crumble at Willoughby," he noted. "It is Lord Casterton's favourite and very good, though personally I prefer the one we have at home."

    Georgiana laughed, "How can you sound so serious about a pudding, brother?"

    "Oh, it is a very serious business," Darcy teased. "A point of pride in fact."

    Georgiana shook her head and shooed her brother away, promising she would join him once she had finished the arrangements. Mrs Greene resumed her seat and watched her master go with something akin to amazement; if this change was the result of his engagement to Miss Casterton, she must have been a very special lady indeed!

    "Well?" Richard asked when Georgiana finally appeared and joined them for a light lunch. "All sorted?"

    "Yes, though we have an odd number," Georgiana replied frowning slightly. "It is most inconvenient."

    "And yet, not the end of the world," her brother replied calmly. "Where have you decided to put us all?"

    "Umm, let me see," Georgiana thoughtfully replied. "To your right are Elizabeth, Miss Bennet, Mr Bingley, Aunt and Uncle Fitzwilliam and Sophia, and to my right are Richard, Lord Fraiser and his father, Lady Fraiser, Mrs Gardiner, Mr Gardiner and Lord Casterton. The space is between uncle and Sophia."

    "That sounds just right," Richard complimented her. "I am looking forward to this evening," he admitted with an enthusiastic grin. "I think we shall all have a fine time."

    "Indeed, as do I," Darcy agreed with a smile. He turned to his sister and told her, "I have every confidence in your abilities as hostess, poppet. I have no doubt the arrangements will be just perfect."

    "I hope so," Georgiana replied shyly, glowing with pleasure as a result of her brother's praise.

    "There is one other thing I require your help with," Darcy admitted after a moment; when he had Georgiana's attention he confessed, "There will be a waltz at the ball on Friday and I was wondering if you would assist me in re-learning the steps?"

    "I should be happy to," Georgiana replied easily before sighing and noting dreamily, "How romantic it will be for you to waltz with Elizabeth."

    "You will have your turn eventually Georgie," Richard assured her lightly. "Though you shall have to find yourself a gentleman immune to your brother's glower," he noted with a chuckle on perceiving Darcy's look.

    The trio finished their lunch and Georgiana suggested she and Darcy go to the music room to practice; Richard, not willing to pass up the chance to laugh at his cousin's attempts, followed them and made himself comfortable in a chair at the side of the room. Darcy resolutely ignored him and focused on what his sister was telling him.

    "Elizabeth and I are roughly the same height which is fortunate as you will not have to adjust your steps over much," Georgiana was saying as she arranged her brother into the correct position.

    "I never thought to ask, but how do you know all this Georgie?" Darcy asked, looking down at her; his sister abruptly pushed his chin back up and he huffed in indignation.

    "You must learn the position first otherwise it will all go wrong later," she instructed him firmly causing Richard to stifle a laugh. "And Mrs Annesley taught me," she added lightly. "The husband of one of her friend's is a dance tutor or something like that. She thought that learning this dance might cheer me up after..." Georgiana did not have to say the rest as both men understood.

    Darcy allowed himself to be pushed and pulled into the correct position without further complaint; when his sister finally stepped back he looked down, only with his eyes mind you, and asked, "Is that it?"

    "Yes," Georgiana pronounced happily. She stepped into her place in her brother's arms. "You see, you are the frame and you lead me round."

    "I see," Darcy replied, shooting a quick glance at Richard who was smiling at Georgiana's manner.

    She went on, "I put my hand here on your shoulder and you put your arm around me- not too tight- and then take my other hand. And there we have it," she smiled up at her brother. "Is it coming back to you now?"

    "Yes," Darcy admitted, smiling. He was about to look down but his sister was too quick for him and she nudged his chin back up.

    "Ah, no looking at your feet. You don't want to offend Elizabeth's feelings by looking at the floor instead of her do you?"

    "I think it's a choice between offending her feelings or hurting her feet," Richard noted with a chuckle from his chair. "Which do you suppose she cares most about?"

    "I am not going to trample my betrothed's feet," Darcy stated confidently. "Am I?" He looked to his sister for support.

    "Not when I'm through with you," Georgiana replied with a grin. "Even if we have to practice every day between now and the ball."

    "You're a treasure, poppet," Darcy smiled, pressing to kiss her forehead fondly. "Now, what do we do next? I vaguely remember some steps..."

    And so the lesson continued with Darcy soon recalling his earlier lessons under Georgiana's patient guidance, both smiling at the occasional humorous quip from their audience.

    "I think that will do for today," Darcy announced when he had had enough of spinning.

    "You shall be quite proficient with a little more practice brother," Georgiana predicted confidently. "Elizabeth's feet and feelings will be quite safe."

    Darcy chuckled, "I only hope I do not disgrace myself on the night and trip over my own feet."

    Richard snorted at the picture presented and Georgiana frowned delicately at him; "You shouldn't laugh so Richard; how would you feel if such a thing were ever to happen to you?"

    "I would never be in the position for such a thing to happen," Richard replied, attempting to sound unconcerned as he indicated his left arm. "No waltzing for me."

    "Oh, that's nonsense," Georgiana retorted playfully, pulling him to his feet and taking his right hand; she put her right hand on his shoulder and told him, "Now, just raised your arm and support my elbow."

    Richard hesitated a moment before doing so, smiling uncertainly when Georgiana looked at him and gently said,

    "You see? It works this way too; the direction will feel wrong because everyone else leads with their left whilst you're leading with your right, but with practice you'll be able to waltz just as well as William. Though of course you will have to find a lady who can dance the steps backwards," she admitted thoughtfully before shrugging and dismissing the concern. "Shall we try?"

    Richard nodded and Georgiana slowly lead him through the slightly altered steps; Darcy watched their progress in silence with a soft smile until he noticed Richard tread slightly on Georgiana's foot and couldn't resist teasing his cousin a little.

    "I think you've missed your calling in life Georgie," Richard joked when she had him leading her around the room with something approaching grace.

    "I do enjoy it," she admitted after a light laugh. "Though only because I'm with you and William; I couldn't dance like this with anyone else."

    "Afraid for your toes?" Darcy teased, having heard her comment.

    Georgiana shook her head. "No; it is just so...intimate. I should be too embarrassed to dance so close with a gentleman I'm sure."

    Darcy nodded and looked approving of his sister's sentiment but Richard just chuckled and brought them to a stop. He knew that one day she would find herself a good man to marry and then they'd see if she would really be embarrassed about dancing in his arms!

    "When are you going to present Elizabeth with her gift?" Georgiana asked her brother, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

    "Sometime in the week," Darcy replied; he had purchased the set of pearls he had seen Elizabeth admiring, although only after ascertaining from his sister that Elizabeth's new choice of ball gown would still be well complemented by them.

    "Oh, she will look so beautiful," Georgiana enthused; Darcy glared at her playfully though he knew that, despite her refusal to tell him anything about Elizabeth's gown, she was not trying to tease him.

    His curiosity, you see, had been piqued the day before when Maria, Elizabeth, Georgiana and Sophia had returned from shopping and, whilst Elizabeth looked quietly pleased, the other ladies had all enthused about the lovely dress she had chosen. He would see for himself soon enough, he knew, but still couldn't help but try to imagine what she would look like. It seemed a long time since the ball at Netherfield and he found himself looking forward to Friday and an evening dancing with his beloved.

    Bingley looked up from his work and stifled a sigh at the sight of his sister; she walked to his desk with a determined stride and Bingley knew that they were destined to have another argument. She and Louisa and Hurst had all arrived yesterday as planned and Caroline had promptly and vocally made her displeasure about Darcy's engagement known. She did condescend to congratulate him over his own engagement, no doubt having learned her lesson whilst waiting for him to invite her back from Scarborough, but she had not managed to say one positive thing about Darcy and Eliza Casterton (as she persisted on calling Darcy's betrothed, in a tone which said a thousand words). Bingley knew deep down that she was no doubt mortified by the news, having persisted so long in her delusion about Darcy and herself, but could not help feeling that she had no one but herself to blame; there was also the fact that he quite liked Miss Casterton (and knew of course that Jane loved her as a sister) which made Caroline's objections and insults particularly hard to countenance.

    "Charles," Caroline began, "I really do not see why you persist in denying me. I am not tired in the least and am perfectly able to attend this evening; your refusal is most vexing. I insist you let me go with you!"

    "You may insist all you like, sister," Bingley replied calmly, "but I shall not be persuaded. Are you prepared to offer Darcy and Miss Casterton your congratulations?" He asked bluntly before his sister could launch into another tirade for which he had no patience.

    Caroline's face twisted into a picture of distaste and scorn and Bingley had his answer; "Until you are prepared to be civil, I shall not take you within a mile of Darcy House; and even then, I should wait for Darcy to issue an invitation."

    "Oh, Charles!" Caroline hissed, stamping her foot. "Why do you...?! You know as well as I that Mr Darcy and dear Georgiana would welcome me; you are just trying to..."

    "Actually, it was Darcy who suggested you would be tired," Bingley interrupted.

    "Well, of course," Caroline agreed disingenuously. "Mr Darcy is a gentleman and his concern shows great consideration."

    Bingley snorted, "Darcy was indeed being considerate Caroline, but not of your feelings; he came up with the excuse to avoid giving offence to me," he revealed, "and to spare his betrothed the necessity of enduring your company. He does not want you there, Caroline," he stated bluntly. "And I am inclined to agree with him. You would only cause trouble."

    Caroline flushed, though from anger or mortification Bingley could not tell; he waited for the inevitable explosion of outrage, wincing slightly at her strident tones as she began abusing Miss Casterton whom she wrongly blamed as the cause of Mr Darcy's sudden dislike.

    "Miss Casterton had nothing to do with Darcy's decision," Bingley countered in a slightly raised voice so as to be heard over his sister. "Darcy simply acted to ensure her comfort and well-being, not as a result of any request of Miss Casterton's. He knows you well, sister, and has no desire to welcome you into his home at this time."

    In a fine display of offended dignity, Caroline span on her heel and stormed across the room; before she could wrench open the door, however, Bingley called out to her,

    "There will be other dinners, Caroline, eventually. And until then there is the concert and the ball for you to look forward to; though I hope this experience will be a lesson to you and you will behave accordingly on those occasions."

    The slam of the door was his only reply and Bingley sat back in his chair with a heavy sigh; he held out little hope that his sister would mend her ways in so short a time and knew he was going to have to exert a considerable effort to keep her in hand. He smiled grimly at the realisation that he should probably have tried to do so earlier, and the knowledge that it was the events of the past year that had really opened his eyes to the truth of his sister's character, and his own. He was, to use a worn out phrase, a new man, however, and was quite resolved to follow this course, determined to ensure the happiness of those he loved and cared about even if it meant having to endure his sister's temper.

    The remainder of the day passed by quickly, and it was soon time for the guests to arrive for dinner at Darcy House. Darcy, handsome in a blue coat, his sister, lovely in a white dress with blue overlay and Richard, looking more comfortable in his civilian garb than hitherto, all awaited the first guests with pleasant anticipation and warmly welcomed the four Fraiser's and the two Casterton's when they arrived. The addition of six people all at once somewhat unsurprisingly resulted in a good deal of polite commotion, but still Darcy and Elizabeth somehow managed to have a quiet moment to themselves to exchange greetings. Pressing a kiss to the back of her gloved hand, Darcy complimented his betrothed,

    "I must say again how much I like this colour on you, my love," he said, his eyes admiring her form clad in a gown of gold satin with delicate white embroidery, her neck adorned with an elegant but simple diamond necklace. He smiled as he teased, "It complements your complexion."

    Elizabeth laughed delightedly, "Mrs Thomas would be pleased to hear that you think so. And to think that before this week I believed that I only need defer to my tastes when deciding on the colour of my gown," she teased in reply, now quite able to find amusement in her interactions with the aforementioned lady.

    "I happen to admire your taste very much," Darcy informed her with a warm look. "I have never seen you looking anything but lovely. And you look beautiful this evening," he added quietly.

    "Thank you," Elizabeth replied with a becoming blush. Unfortunately for the pair neither were allowed to monopolise the attention of the other for any longer as Georgiana came then to greet Elizabeth and then led her over to the other ladies. Darcy watched her go for a moment before joining the rest of the men and properly extending his welcome to them.

    After a quarter of an hour they were joined by Jane, the Gardiners and Bingley and all those already present went through the process of greeting the new arrivals once more, the welcomes as warm as could be expected. Jane, Elizabeth thought, looked very well in a of pink and white whilst Mrs Gardiner looked lovely in a green gown which matched the colour of her eyes; indeed, coupled with Maria's gown of plum silk and Sophia's white dress with pink trimmings Elizabeth thought that all of the ladies were in fine looks that evening, an opinion obviously shared by the gentlemen who looked with pride upon their daughters, wives, siblings and betrotheds.

    As he stood conversing with the gentlemen, Darcy couldn't help noticing that Bingley was somewhat quieter than was usually his wont and eventually managed to take him aside and ask,

    "You seem out of sorts my friend; does something trouble you?"

    "Caroline returned yesterday as planned," Bingley revealed in an undertone, not wanting to air his troubles in front of all those present. "And did not respond well to not being allowed to attend this evening."

    Darcy looked distinctly uncomfortable at the thought that he had caused this trouble for his friend, although his face hardened a moment later when Bingley admitted,

    "I think it a good thing that you did not invite her to attend this evening; she said some things about Miss Casterton which I have no desire to repeat."

    "Her anger is most unreasonable," Darcy replied stiffly. "I never gave her any reason to think that I...to hope that she and I would..."

    "I know, Darce," Bingley assured him calmly. "I know. And so does Caroline, I'm sure. At least I hope she knows," he added with unintentional humour. "Surely no one could be that delusional."

    "I suggest we leave off this conversation now Charles," Darcy replied with a slight smile. "Before I say something to offend you, having avoided doing so so well before now."

    Bingley chuckled good-humouredly. "You are right, let us not concern ourselves with this. I know well that Caroline was not invited for fear she would spoil the evening; let us not allow her to do so even in her absence."

    Darcy easily agreed and they set aside the topic of Caroline Bingley as he and Bingley joined their respective ladies who welcomed them with matching smiles and engaged them in much more agreeable conversation. Somewhat inevitably the conversation turned to that of weddings with Jane admitting with a shy, blushing smile, as Bingley beamed with pride, that she was looking forward to the wedding which seemed to have come around very quickly. Indeed, they would be returning to Hertfordshire in under a fortnight's time and would be married three weeks after that.

    As she listened to Jane speak of her wedding with such anticipation, Elizabeth stifled a sigh at the thought that her own was still so far away. Glancing at Darcy she saw him looking at her with a soft and understanding expression and knew that he was undoubtedly thinking the same thing. In truth, she had momentarily considered a double wedding with Jane and Mr Bingley but had quickly realised that she could not imagine allowing Mrs Bennet to plan her wedding with any amount of equanimity, and the arrangements would necessarily have to be on a larger scale than Jane or Mr Bingley would require. She would not have her friend made nervous or uncomfortable at her own wedding and so resigned herself to waiting a little longer to be wed.

    When Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam were announced, Darcy was aware of the slight hush which fell over those already assembled and quickly went to welcome his aunt and uncle, wishing to avoid any potential awkwardness. He was determined that everyone enjoy this evening, as it was meant, after all, to be a celebration. Elizabeth for her part was as equally determined as her betrothed that the evening be a success and, with that in mind, went to join her father.

    Lord Casterton only barely noticed his daughter coming to his side as he was too busy attempting to control his affront upon seeing Lord Fitzwilliam. Despite his daughter's protests, Maria had informed him of the details of Lady Catherine's visit and of the abuse, both verbal and physical, that Elizabeth had suffered at the lady's hand. He had been (somewhat unsurprisingly) furious and whilst he was able to own that Lord Fitzwilliam had done right by apologising to Elizabeth, his protective fatherly feelings were still up in arms about the insult paid to his daughter by the man's sister. Indeed, for a brief moment a part of him had even felt angry at Darcy for inflicting such a woman upon his daughter, but his rational side and Darcy's efforts to comfort Elizabeth had made him forget his anger towards the younger man soon enough. That being said, however, Lord Casterton found that he was still less than willing to welcome Lord Fitzwilliam when the man's sister had treated his daughter with such violent disrespect.

    Obviously reading his thoughts, Lord Casterton felt Elizabeth wrap her hand around his arm, giving it a slight squeeze as she entreated him in an undertone, "Please, papa, be nice."

    Lord Casterton glanced down at his daughter, saw her pleading expression and sighed heavily, allowing some of the tension to flow out of him. "I will try my best," he promised her after a long moment with an affectionate pat to her hand, inwardly rolling his eyes at the knowledge that he could deny her very little when she looked at him in such a way.

    With the initial welcomes out of the way, Darcy was about to lead his aunt and uncle to greet the Fraiser's when his uncle stopped him with a request.

    "Might you reintroduce me to your betrothed, Fitzwilliam?" Seeing Darcy's confusion he explained, "I should like to start again, with a clean slate as it were. And you must introduce me to her father, of course," he added.

    "Certainly, uncle," Darcy granted easily; he was not worried that Maria and Lewis would take offence at this failure to "preserve the distinction of rank" as his aunt Catherine would likely have said, and he led his aunt and uncle to where Elizabeth and her father stood. He calmly introduced Lord Casterton before stating, his tone warm and quietly proud,

    "And this is his daughter, Miss Casterton, my betrothed. Lord Casterton, Miss Casterton, may I introduce my uncle, the Earl of Matlock and my aunt, the Countess of Matlock, whom I believe you already know."

    Elizabeth, who had quickly caught on, curtseyed gracefully and favoured Lord Fitzwilliam with a soft smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord; and lovely to see you again, my lady. Are you well?"

    "Very well," Lady Fitzwilliam replied before asking with gentle concern, "And yourself, Miss Casterton?"

    "I am perfectly well," Elizabeth assured her lightly, smiling.

    She looked to her father who had yet to say anything, noticing then that he and Lord Fitzwilliam were looking at one another quite intently. She shared a look with Darcy who shrugged his shoulders almost imperceptibly and waited to see what each gentleman would say or do. He was not entirely unconscious of the fact that many others in the room were discreetly attempting to do the same thing.

    "We have met before, I believe," Lord Casterton commented eventually. "Though quite some years ago now."

    "Yes," Lord Fitzwilliam replied; there was a brief silence before he ventured, "We are members of the same club, I think."

    "Yes," Lord Casterton agreed; feeling his daughter give his arm a none-too-subtle squeeze he tried better to exert himself. "Is Wiltshire still a regular feature?" He asked with a slight smile.

    "Yes," Lord Fitzwilliam actually chuckled and both Elizabeth and Darcy began to relax. "The same time, the same game, the same chair, every day."

    "He must be getting on in years now," Lord Casterton mused lightly. "He was there when I first joined."

    "And I," Lord Fitzwilliam replied. Realising they had left the others out he explained, "Wiltshire is prodigiously fond of piquet."

    "And his chair, apparently," Elizabeth quipped playfully.

    "Although only at a certain time of day," Darcy added and they shared a smile.

    Lord Fitzwilliam looked for a moment as though he did not know quite what to make of his bantering nephew and Lord Casterton suppressed a smile before taking pity on the man and asking him his thoughts on a recent development in Parliament. It was as impersonal a subject as could be imagined and one on which they could converse with some semblance of ease, enough at least to put Darcy and Elizabeth's fears to rest. They remained as a group for a few minutes more before Darcy offered to finish the rest of the introductions and led his aunt and uncle away. When they were left alone, Lord Casterton looked down at his daughter expectantly and chuckled upon perceiving her glowing smile.

    "I did well, I take it," he teased lightly, smiling when she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

    "Thank you, papa," she replied happily. "Though you shall always be my favourite, they are to be my family as well soon and I should like at least for us all to be civil to one another."

    Lord Casterton nodded and agreed to do his bit on his daughter's behalf, well knowing that her future happiness could be affected by his own actions. Attempting to push his feelings over the matter of Lady Catherine aside, he resolved to treat Lord Fitzwilliam as he would anyone else; he would try to be the better man in this situation, no matter what it took.

    Darcy finished escorting his aunt and uncle around the gathered guests, leaving them to talk with their son whilst he returned to Mr and Mrs Gardiner who stood with Elizabeth. Mrs Gardiner had previously made a very good impression upon him and so far this evening he was similarly impressed with Mr Gardiner; he was a sensible, gentlemanlike man, greatly superior to his sister in manners as well as education. Indeed, Darcy could hardly credit the thought that the man before him was related in any way to Mrs Bennet, as every expression, every sentence of the gentleman marked his intelligence, his taste, and his good manners. He was on the whole very impressed by Mr Gardiner and the pair soon became quite engrossed in a discussion of business, unaware that both Elizabeth and Mrs Gardiner where watching their interaction and were secretly pleased; the former with her betrothed's behaviour towards a man she knew he would have dismissed in the past, the latter with her husband's steadiness of character which allowed him to shine in such illustrious company which, she admitted to herself, they were not at all used to keeping.

    Dinner passed very pleasantly for all those present. The seating arrangement seemed to everyone's liking and Georgiana blushed several times at the compliments bestowed upon her by the diners about the arrangements, the table decor, the choice of courses and the evening in general. Sat beside his lovely Elizabeth and her father Darcy was quite happy and content, and was certainly gratified by the effort he could sense his uncle was exerting to appear agreeable. Lewis in particular responded to these efforts and Darcy bit back a few amused smiles at Lord Fitzwilliam's obvious pleasure at finally being duly recognised by the Duke.

    There was a slightly tense moment during the evening when Lewis revealed that he was Elizabeth's godfather and Lord Fitzwilliam looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, but fortunately he recovered quickly and simply replied, "Indeed, I had no idea," before turning the conversation to another topic. At this, Elizabeth arched her brow at Darcy who simply shrugged, leant over and whispered, "I like it no more than you, but if it means his acceptance of our marriage..." Elizabeth nodded slightly and told herself that she should be happy to be accepted by Lord Fitzwilliam no matter his motivation.

    As the meal was coming to an end and there was a slight pause between the courses, Lord Casterton realised that this was the perfect moment and rose to his feet, surprising his daughter and Darcy but neither the Fraiser's or the Gardiner's as they watched him reach for his glass and clear his throat.

    "If I may beg your indulgence for a moment," he began easily, smiling at his company, "I should like to quickly say a few words. We are here this evening, friends and family alike, to celebrate the engagement of my daughter and Mr Darcy," he smiled fondly as Elizabeth and Darcy looked at one another with obvious love and affection. "They had an auspicious beginning, to be sure, and since then have had to overcome many obstacles to reach this point; but they have done so, not always together, but certainly with the other always in mind. As their love has flourished so have they, changing, bettering themselves so as to seem almost unrecognisable from the couple who first met that night at the Meryton Assembly. But they truly deserve each other and the love they have found together, and I hope you will join me in toasting to their health and happiness." He cleared his throat slightly and looked back to the rest of the company. "If you could all please raise your glasses." He waited for everyone to do so before intoning with a proud smile, "to Darcy and Elizabeth."

    As all their friends and family toasted their happiness, Elizabeth tried to stifle the ridiculous urge to cry as Darcy took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his eyes eloquently speaking to her of his love and devotion. Lord Casterton resumed his seat and Darcy, still holding Elizabeth's hand, rose himself and thanked his soon to be father-in-law. Turning to the rest of his guests he smiled and said,

    "And may I also thank you all, on behalf of Elizabeth and myself, for being here tonight. I know I speak for us both when I say that this evening would not have been the same without all of you here, as you are all in your own ways, whether family or friend, important to us. We hope you have enjoyed your evening thus far, as we have, and can only look forward to many more like it in future."

    "Hear, hear," Richard called from his end of the table as Darcy resumed his seat. He grinned, raising his glass in a silent toast to Darcy and Elizabeth who were so lost in each other as to barely notice the gesture.

    Georgiana and Sophia, who had listened in silence to both Lord Casterton and Darcy, now watched as Elizabeth and Darcy spoke quietly to one another, their hands still clasped and their faces close, the very picture (to their young hearts at least) of love and affection. Much to the amusement of Richard and Alex, who sat nearby, both girls sighed simultaneously and cooed, "Oh, how romantic."

    Elizabeth and Darcy's quiet moment was interrupted by guffaws from both Richard and Alex and the protestations of Georgiana and Sophia from the other end of the table; the couple shared a slightly bemused smile before turning their attention back to the other guests, though their hands remained clasped underneath the table.

    At the conclusion of the meal, everyone decided to forego the usual separation of the sexes and Darcy, with Elizabeth on his arm, and Georgiana, on the arm of Lord Casterton, led everyone to the music room. Lady Fitzwilliam waited for her husband to escort her, hanging back a little so that they were left alone for a moment in the now quiet dining room.

    "Well?" She asked, looking at her husband expectantly. She was very pleased with him thus far and suspected that his remaining objections were slowly falling away.

    "She is a lively little thing," Lord Fitzwilliam commented, though not in a critical manner. "And certainly seemed to keep everyone well entertained."

    Lady Fitzwilliam nodded, "She undoubtedly sparkled this evening; I think she is in her element in such a setting, surrounded by good friends and family. Her conversation is intelligent though, and really rather witty, wouldn't you say?"

    "Oh yes, quite," Lord Fitzwilliam agreed; his wife smiled at the compliment he easily paid to Miss Casterton. "She is perhaps a tad more impertinent than is entirely proper," he noted before adding, "though I can see that Fitzwilliam likes it."

    "He does," Lady Fitzwilliam affirmed. "I cannot remember seeing him as happy, as content as he was this evening. She is truly perfect for him."

    Lord Fitzwilliam hummed thoughtfully but did not contradict his wife, a fact which she found most significant. She waited patiently, their long years of marriage having taught her the meaning of the expression he currently wore, knowing that he was coming to an important conclusion. Finally, all her efforts at persuasion, subtle and otherwise were rewarded when he stated,

    "Very well. I shall ask him to accompany me to my club tomorrow; perhaps afterwards we could have Fitzwilliam bring her to the townhouse so that we can introduce her to the rest of the family."

    Lady Fitzwilliam gave her assent to his plan before leaning up and pressing a brief kiss to his cheek; "Thank you, my dear."

    "You're welcome," Lord Fitzwilliam replied gruffly, though he patted her hand in a tale-tale manner. Theirs may not have been the greatest of romances, or the most felicitous of marriages, but they still held one another in some affection and did not enjoy being at odds. They both lived for their family, and both (though Lord Fitzwilliam would never admit it) simply wanted to see all their children and relations happy.

    "Perhaps, my dear," Lady Fitzwilliam suggested lightly as they eventually went to join the others. "You could think about asking Lord Casterton to accompany you tomorrow as well."

    Her husband winced at the suggestion but once again recovered well as he replied, "Perhaps. I shall think about it."

    "It would please our nephew," Lady Fitzwilliam pointed out calmly. "And Miss Casterton. And you could always invite Lord Fraiser as well."

    Lord Fitzwilliam well knew what his wife was trying to do by making such a suggestion and frowned down at her as he stated, "I shall think about it. Now stop pushing me Margaret," he added, though not unkindly.

    "Yes, dear," Lady Fitzwilliam replied, patting his arm soothingly. Lord Fitzwilliam huffed and, just as they reached the music room, complained,

    "And to think that everyone believes that I am the stubborn one."

    "Ladies are not stubborn Henry," Lady Fitzwilliam informed him primly. "We are simply convinced of the rightness of our convictions."

    Lord Fitzwilliam was left smiling with admiration as his wife left his side to join the others and he considered again what a very fine lady she was; glancing over at Darcy, stood together with his betrothed, Lord Fitzwilliam realised then and there that he had no desire to deny his nephew the experience of marriage to a good woman and firmly set aside any lingering doubts he may have had. He had long felt a sense of responsibility towards Anne's son and, stood watching him interact with Miss Casterton, knew that his sister would have been happy to see her son so content. Heaving a sigh of resignation, no, acceptance, he straightened his shoulders and walked directly over to the couple.

    Darcy and Elizabeth, both somewhat surprised by Lord Fitzwilliam's sudden appearance, looked at him expectantly.

    "I have been remiss," he stated formally before relaxing enough to actually smile at Elizabeth and his nephew. "I have not congratulated you on your engagement. Please allow me to do so, and allow me also to welcome you to the family, Miss Casterton. I am certain you shall be a fine addition."

    "Thank you, my lord," Elizabeth replied, blushing slightly at the compliment. Darcy remained silent, though he appeared gratified by his uncle's words.

    "I was saying to your aunt that we should lunch together at my club sometime soon, Darcy. What do you say?"

    "I should like that very much, sir, thank you," Darcy replied, knowing that this was Lord Fitzwilliam's way of publicly proclaiming his approval of the match.

    "And Lord Casterton of course, he should join us, if he so chooses," Lord Fitzwilliam added.

    "I am sure he should like that very much," Elizabeth assured him on behalf of her father, inwardly determining that her father would like to accompany Lord Fitzwilliam regardless of his feelings on the matter. There was a time for him to be protective of her and her feelings, but this was not it and she would not allow him to reject Lord Fitzwilliam's overtures.

    "Good, good," Lord Fitzwilliam replied. He looked between the couple for a moment, seemed about to say something more before excusing himself and moving away.

    Elizabeth and Darcy looked at one another, then at Lord Fitzwilliam, and then back at one another.

    "This is turning into a wonderful evening," Elizabeth said eventually, sighing happily.

    "It certainly is," Darcy agreed.

    They turned together and looked over those present, listening and watching, delighting in the company of their friends and family and both entertaining the same thought; that if this was what life would be like once they were married, there could be no complaints.

    Chapter 28

    Posted on March 24, 2010

    The following day Darcy, Lord Casterton and Alex joined Lord Fitzwilliam for lunch at his club. Lewis had intended to accompany them but Maria was suffering from quite a severe headache and he did not wish to leave her alone; he therefore sent his son in his stead. Richard, who had also wished to join them, instead had to remain at Darcy House for his weekly appointment with his doctor and was not wholly surprised when his mother arrived just in time to be present for it; he knew that she was still very worried about his condition, despite the improvement of the past few weeks, and she evidently wanted to speak to Dr Dowson herself. The doctor's calm reassurance that her son was well on his way to recovery was just what she needed to hear and left her in a much better frame of mind; her mood was only improved when Richard suggested, as the pair took tea together, that they could perhaps make tentative plans for his return to his parent's townhouse within the next week. He felt that it was time and suspected it would please his mother, a suspicion confirmed by her delighted reaction.

    Whilst the gentlemen entertained themselves, Elizabeth was visiting with Lady Hanley and Lady Anderson; she was meant to have accompanied Maria and had initially thought it best to remain at home in case her friend had need of anything, but Maria had encouraged her to go anyway, and so she had. She had a very nice time with the two duchesses; Lady Anderson was so motherly that she was impossible not to like, and Lady Hanley was a woman after Elizabeth's own heart when it came to her enjoyment of books and politics and current affairs. She was delighted to realise that the Hanley's estate was in the county bordering Derbyshire and would be less than a day's travel away once she was married; though Lady Hanley was twenty years her senior, Elizabeth felt that she had found herself a wonderful friend. She was also pleased to hear that both ladies and their husbands intended to attend the concert the following evening and, when it came time for her to return home, departed with pleasant anticipation for the following day.

    Lord Casterton had only agreed to accompany Darcy as a result of his daughter's persuasion and had subsequently not had very high expectations for the meeting; he was therefore greatly surprised when the experience turned out to be, if not enjoyable, certainly quite pleasant. He had feared Lord Fitzwilliam would either attempt to hide him away in a corner or, worse still, pretend as though they were suddenly the best of friends, but in the end he did neither; they simply found a themselves a table, sat down and talked quite easily between themselves. When they were approached by other gentlemen, as was inevitable really, they all behaved quite normally, greeting old friends, introducing new ones, answering questions politely and openly without bending over backwards to please or appearing too combative or defensive when some of the gentlemen, as had been expected, made some subtle comments that were designed to ruffle feathers and test their resolve. Instead they presented a calm, united front which also, most importantly, appeared to be quite sincere; any hint of pretence would have been enough for those looking for an excuse to declare that it was all an act and openly deride the Casterton's. As it was the sight of Lord Fitzwilliam, Darcy and the younger Lord Fraiser sat together with Lord Casterton, with every appearance of friendship, was enough to make some men think twice before saying something they might later regret.

    When lunch finished, the gentlemen all went their separate ways as Lord Fitzwilliam and Alex left for business appointments and Lord Casterton and Darcy returned to the Fraiser's townhouse, although not before Darcy made a quick stop at home to collect his gift for Elizabeth, intending on presenting it to her that afternoon. They arrived to the sound of muted laughter and enquired as to the whereabouts of Lord Casterton's daughter and Darcy's sister, the latter of whom had come to spend the day with Lady Sophia.

    "I believe they are in the music room," Warner informed them as a burst of laughter reached them before being quickly stifled, no doubt in a bid to avoid disturbing Maria upstairs.

    "Do you know if your mistress fares any better?" Lord Casterton asked.

    "She was able to enjoy a light lunch," the butler replied, "but is, I believe, still resting."

    Lord Casterton nodded and he and Darcy walked in the direction of the music room; as they did so Darcy asked, "Does her grace often suffer such headaches?"

    "Not very often," Lord Casterton assured him. "And she is usually well again within a few days. Lewis still fusses over her each and every time, though," he added with a warm smile.

    "I do not blame him," Darcy replied, glancing up the stairs briefly. "It must be distressing to see his wife suffer and not be able to help."

    "It is the way of life sometimes, Darcy," Lord Casterton stated wisely before adding, "though I am sure his presence is of comfort to her."

    Upon entering the music room they were greeted by the sight of Elizabeth and Georgiana waltzing around the room whilst Sophia sat by and watched, laughing occasionally as they had to quickly sidestep the furniture which they had not bothered to move back. Lord Casterton chuckled at the sight, drawing the attention of all three ladies.

    "You're back!" Elizabeth greeted them happily; she and Georgiana came to an abrupt stop and she had to put a steadying arm out to prevent Georgiana from tripping over her feet. "Did you have a nice time?"

    Both men knew of course what she was really asking and Lord Casterton reassured her by saying, "Very much so; it was quite pleasant."

    "How is uncle?" Georgiana asked her brother, hoping that the progress made the night before had been furthered.

    "He is quite well," Darcy assured her. "As is our aunt; she visited Richard earlier and they have decided he shall return home with them within the week."

    "Oh," Georgiana breathed, her face falling slightly. "I hope he does not think he has to leave," she said after a moment.

    "I am certain that is not the case," Elizabeth reassured her, smiling at Darcy. "It is only natural that he should wish to return home. And I am sure Lady Fitzwilliam will be very happy to have him there."

    "Yes, of course," Georgiana agreed easily, obviously realising that she was right. "He is recovering so well," she enthused happily. "We practiced waltzing yesterday, didn't we brother?"

    "You certainly did," Darcy agreed; hearing Lord Casterton laugh he looked at the other gentleman expectantly.

    "It seems to me that you are all taking this waltzing business very seriously," he pointed out with a grin. "So much fuss over just a dance!"

    "You may tease us now, papa, but just wait until you have trodden on your poor partners foot, or tripped over your own; then we shall see who is laughing!" Elizabeth predicted gaily.

    "That eventuality can be easily avoided, my dear," her father countered playfully. "One of the many benefits of being a man; I may sit out as many dances as I please."

    "But surely you would not leave Emily without a partner?" Elizabeth asked with all the appearance of innocence as she took Darcy's arm and led him to the centre of the room, clearly intending to dance with him. She kept her eyes focused on her betrothed and so missed her father's stunned look as he replied,

    "Emily? I was not aware that she was attending the ball."

    "I received word this morning," Elizabeth replied lightly. "She has decided to come to town to spend some time with a friend and will be here in time for the ball. Isn't that wonderful? It shall be lovely to see her again."

    "Oh, yes, lovely," Lord Casterton agreed; Darcy looked between her father and Elizabeth and whispered, "What are you about?"

    "Nothing," she whispered in reply with an impish smile. In her usual tone she asked, "Would you like to waltz with me, William?"

    Darcy smiled broadly at her request and, putting aside the other issue, held out his hand, "I should like it very much."

    As Elizabeth and Darcy moved into position, Georgiana approached Lord Casterton and shyly offered, "Would you like me to show you the steps?"

    Lord Casterton knew he only had two choices; either he accept Miss Darcy's offer and essentially eat his own words or decline and miss a perfect opportunity to dance with Emily because he had had no practice. Knowing he was trapped he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his daughter (who was too busy laughing at something Darcy had said to pay him any notice) wondering if that had been her intention.

    "My lord?" Georgiana prompted when he still had not replied after a fair few moments.

    With a sigh of defeat Lord Casterton smiled ruefully and admitted, "Yes, dear, I think that would be for the best. Though please do not tease me too mercilessly, given my earlier comment."

    "Oh, do not worry my lord;" Georgiana replied lightly, "I shall leave that to Elizabeth."

    Lord Casterton laughed at her unexpected joke and gave himself over to her instruction; Elizabeth saw all this with a secretly pleased smile and Darcy upon perceiving it shook his head.

    "I believe I remember some time ago that you denied the charge of being a matchmaker, my love," he reminded her quietly.

    "I'm not matchmaking," Elizabeth protested, looking up at him. "I'm just..." At Darcy's arched brow she sighed and pouted. "I should let them alone?" She guessed.

    "You should," Darcy replied evenly before adding, "Though your intentions are good."

    Elizabeth nodded; it seemed only then that she realised what they were doing and she smiled brilliantly, a light blush suffusing her cheeks. "This is wonderful," she sighed happily. "Dancing like this with you."

    In truth they were hardly dancing, simply going through the steps very slowly and carefully, given the limited space, but she was still in his arms and Darcy was inclined to agree with her assessment; it was indeed quite wonderful. And very enticing. She smelled delightful, fresh and light and distinctly feminine as he drew her body closer than was strictly necessary, or proper, and savoured the brush of her breasts against his chest, cursing their layers of clothing. Somehow he managed to resist the urge to lower his eyes, aware of what delights he would see but conscious of the presence of the others, particularly Lord Casterton. Despite his determination to remain a gentleman he could feel his control slipping and Elizabeth was not helping matters; she had pressed herself even closer and the hand that had been resting on his shoulder had slid behind his neck, her fingers stroking the skin above his collar. Taking a shaky breath Darcy made the fatal mistake of looking down at her face; her glowing eyes were the final straw and his control finally snapped. He quickly glanced over at Lord Casterton, saw that he was busy and took his chance.

    "I have a gift for you," he said quite suddenly. "Come with me."

    He took her hand and they quickly stole out of the room whilst Lord Casterton was preoccupied paying attention to what he was supposed to be doing, the saying about old dogs and new tricks playing in his mind.

    "William!" Elizabeth gasped as they escaped the music room, hurrying her steps to keep up with his long strides. "Where are we going?"

    "In here," Darcy replied, going to the nearest door, opening it to check the room was unoccupied, quickly drawing her inside and shutting the door behind them, all without being seen by any of the servants.

    "William," Elizabeth began, sounding amused by his behaviour.

    She was about to ask for an explanation but did not get the chance before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her suddenly, passionately, just like he had the first time he'd kissed her. A moan sounded from deep within her and she wound her arms about his neck, pressing her body against the length of his, arching herself into him as waves of desire washed over her and made her tingle from head to foot. One of his hands tangled in her hair whilst the other slipped down and held her hips pressed firmly against his own; she gasped at the sensation and Darcy slid his tongue between her lips, tasting her before retreating only to return again and again, shaking with desire as he held her crushed to him, revelling in the touch and taste and feel of her, the enticing noises she made at the back of her throat as she clung to him, just as lost in the moment as he. The longer it went on the harder it became for him to stop, but eventually, somehow, the voice in the back of his mind broke through the haze of passion and he gradually lightened the kiss until their lips were just brushing each other's before eventually pulling away, knowing that he had to do so before things went too far. Things had already gone too far, he realised when he saw the state of Elizabeth's hair and her swollen lips, but god knew they could have gone a lot further.

    Elizabeth's breathing was shattered and she kept her arms around his neck, holding onto him for support; feeling his chest rising and falling she realised she wasn't the only one breathing heavily. He was watching her, his heated stare reminding her of all the times he had watched her in the past and she shivered with the realisation that this was what he had been thinking about. The knowledge that her seemingly stern, formal, cold Mr Darcy was such a passionate man underneath made her feeling warm and privileged and she kissed him lightly before laying her cheek against his shoulder. They stood holding one another in silence until Darcy eventually said,

    "I did actually have a gift for you."

    Elizabeth couldn't help it; she laughed. He chuckled as well before drawing back slightly and reaching into the inner pocket of his coat. He drew out a jewellery case and held it out to her. She took it hesitantly and looked from it to him, "What's this?"

    "For the ball," he replied. "Won't you open it?" He asked when she continued to simply look at the box.

    Elizabeth hesitated for a brief moment before carefully opening the lid; she gasped with recognition upon seeing the contents. "But this is...!" She looked up at Darcy who was smiling at her reaction.

    "I saw you looking," he confessed. "Do you like it?" He asked when she remained silent.

    Elizabeth reached out to stroke the matching set of pearl earrings and necklace and whispered, "It's beautiful. Thank you."

    "You're welcome," Darcy replied quietly, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Georgie assured me they would go well with your gown."

    "They're perfect," Elizabeth admitted, still looking at her gift. She pulled her eyes away and smiled up at him. "You are spoiling me with gifts," she noted, though she didn't sound displeased.

    "I would hardly say two books and some pearls count as spoiling you," Darcy argued fairly.

    "Perhaps not," Elizabeth conceded. She handed Darcy the pearls quite suddenly and told him, "Wait here for a moment."

    "Where are you going?" Darcy asked, turning as she went to leave the room.

    "You are not the only one allowed to give gifts, my love," she replied over her shoulder as she disappeared into the hallway, leaving the door partially open and Darcy quite alone. He looked about the room and decided to take a seat whilst he waited; he had was sat patiently when Lord Casterton suddenly appeared, looking for all intents and purposes rather angry.

    "Darcy you...!" He stopped upon seeing that Darcy was alone and looked around in confusion. "Where is Elizabeth?"

    "I believe she has gone to her room to fetch something," Darcy replied evenly; he knew of course what Lord Casterton had expected to find them doing and tried not to look as though they had been doing exactly as he suspected.

    "You should not have left the music room," Lord Casterton told him, still sounding angry though looking less so.

    "I know," Darcy admitted. "I wished to present Elizabeth with her gift," he held up the jewellery case as evidence.

    "I see," Lord Casterton breathed; he still looked somewhat suspicious but compelled himself to ask, "Did she like it?"

    "Very much so," Elizabeth replied before Darcy could, coming back into the room. She had obviously tidied her hair because she looked quite normal now, except for maybe her rosy lips which Darcy hoped her father would not notice. "It's beautiful. Have you seen it?"

    She took the box from Darcy and gave it to her father to have a look; he made the appropriate noises of appreciation before saying, "Well, come along now, we should rejoin the others."

    "May I give Mr Darcy his gift first, papa?" Elizabeth asked lightly.

    Lord Casterton looked between the pair for several moments before replying. "Five minutes and no more. And Darcy?"

    "Yes, my lord?" Darcy replied calmly, though inwardly he was holding his breath. Lord Casterton sounded angry again.

    "Don't try anything like this again son, I won't tolerate it."

    "No, my lord," Darcy replied, chastened. He looked at Elizabeth who flushed with embarrassment and looked at her feet. "Forgive me."

    Lord Casterton glared at him one last time before leaving them alone; there was an uncomfortable silence broken eventually by Elizabeth who looked at the wrapped box in her hand and said, "Would you mind if I waited to give this to you? Now doesn't seem like the right moment."

    "Elizabeth," Darcy breathed; she sounded so guilty that his heart clenched and he reached out to lightly touch her shoulder. "Forgive me, I should not have..."

    "It was my fault..." Elizabeth argued.

    "...I should have known better..." Darcy went on.

    "...I encouraged you..." Elizabeth pointed out.

    "...he warned me before..." Darcy admitted.

    "I didn't mean to get you in trouble," they said simultaneously and then looked at one another with surprise.

    Elizabeth smiled and Darcy chuckled slightly and the awkward moment passed; he looked at the box in her hand and said, "I'm intrigued about my gift; can't I open it now?"

    "No, I think I'll keep it for now," Elizabeth replied; she laughed lightly at his disappointed expression and gave him a quick kiss. "You should go back to the others; I'll join you after I've put this away again."

    Darcy nodded and allowed her to walk ahead of him. Out in the hall she looked around to check they were alone before saying,

    "William?" He looked down at her. "I'm not sorry for getting you into trouble." She blushed at her own boldness.

    Darcy gave her a heated look. "Neither am I."

    Elizabeth smiled, bit her lip and then fled up the stairs before they did anything to get themselves into even more trouble. Darcy watched her go, unconsciously admiring the swap of her hips as he thought to himself that the next few months were going to be something of a trial.

    Louisa Hurst looked at her sister with surprise.

    "You wish to pay a call on Miss Bennet?" She repeated, not sure she had heard Caroline right. "Why?"

    "Honestly, Louisa," Caroline replied impatiently, "why does one usually call upon ones friends? I simply wish to see Jane; it has been far too long."

    Her lack of sincerity was extremely apparent but Louisa was so used to it by now that it barely registered; she merely tried to discern what ulterior motives her sister had.

    "Well?" Caroline demanded. "Are you coming or do I have to go by myself?"

    "I shall accompany you," Louisa acquiesced with a sigh, thinking that she had better go if only to curb the worst of her sister's behaviour. She would have liked to look forward to the prospect of the concert that evening but found herself dreading instead what Caroline would say; her sisters anger over Mr Darcy's engagement had still not abated and Louisa knew that she would not let it go lightly.

    And so the Bingley sister's prepared themselves to pay a call upon Miss Bennet, little knowing that Jane already had a visitor, a much more welcome visitor at that; Elizabeth had come to call and she and Jane, along with Mrs Gardiner, were quite happily ensconced in the Gardiner's parlour, discussing wedding preparations and trousseaus.

    "It is just me, Jane," Elizabeth asked she leant forward and selected another biscuit, smiling at Mrs Gardiner's indulgent look. "Or do you feel slightly foolish purchasing a new wardrobe when they one you already have is perfectly sufficient?"

    Jane smiled at her friend's observation before admitting, "I confess I should be happy to have some new gowns."

    "Oh, yes, certainly," Elizabeth agreed lightly, "so shall I. But I already have more pairs of slippers than I know what to do with, and my nightgowns are all perfectly serviceable- I do not see that I have need for more, though according to Maria I do."

    "I am inclined to agree with her grace, Lizzy," Mrs Gardiner remarked with a smile. "And I think you may be missing the point; you must purchase your trousseau so that your wardrobe reflects your new status, as Mr Darcy's wife."

    "But Mr Darcy likes my current wardrobe," Elizabeth argued, though she was only teasing.

    "Lizzy," Mrs Gardiner replied with a light laugh. She shook her head slightly and said, "You must admit that there are some purchases you must make, some changes too."

    "Yes, true," Elizabeth agreed easily. "I shall undoubtedly need a new coat so as to survive the harsh northern climate," she pointed out playfully.

    "Yes," Mrs Gardiner agreed before following through on her point, "but I daresay you shall need other things as well. For instance, though your existing nightgowns may be "serviceable", I doubt you will be happy with them once you are married."

    "Why not?" Elizabeth asked as Jane also looked at her aunt curiously.

    "Because your husband shall see you wearing them," Mrs Gardiner pointed out simply. "And from my own experience a new bride likes to look her best at all times; especially in the privacy of her chambers."

    "Oh, yes...I see what you mean," Elizabeth managed to reply whilst she and Jane both flushed crimson at the thought.

    Taking pity on the pair and wishing to relieve their embarrassment, Mrs Gardiner smiled and turned the subject; "Are you both looking forward to the concert tonight?"

    Thankful for the change of subject, Elizabeth and Jane both seized upon it and spoke quite animatedly of their hopes for the evening; they only ceased to do so when they were interrupted by the appearance of a servant announcing the arrival of Mrs Hurst and Miss Caroline Bingley. Elizabeth and Mrs Gardiner only had time to share a slightly troubled look before the two unexpected arrivals swept into the room.

    Caroline had worn an ingratiating smile upon her entry into the room but, seeing Elizabeth standing between Jane and Mrs Gardiner, her expression abruptly turned to one of barely concealed anger and Louisa was left to attempt to pretend nothing had happened. She elbowed Caroline when she forgot to curtsey and kept a wary eye on her as all the ladies straightened and Jane introduced the sisters to her aunt, whom they had not yet met.

    Indicating that they should take a seat, Mrs Gardiner resumed her own and waited for her guests to settle themselves before enquiring, "How was your journey to town; not too tiring I hope?"

    Caroline was too busy glaring at Elizabeth to reply and so Louisa said, "No, not too tiring. We left with plenty of time and stopped quite regularly; the journey was quite pleasant in the end."

    Mrs Gardiner nodded and paused, giving Louisa or Caroline a chance to make their own attempt at conversation. The former did so, turning to Jane with a smile that seemed genuine as she said,

    "May I congratulate you, Miss Bennet, on your engagement to our brother? I know I did so in my letter but I should like to say in person how much I anticipate your joining our family."

    Elizabeth could see Caroline's muscles tensing as she bit back a derisive comment but Jane was blissfully unaware as she thanked Louisa for her congratulations and expressed her own pleasure at her engagement to Mr Bingley. Mrs Hurst nodded and then elbowed her sister again, prompting her, "We are both pleased to welcome Jane into the family, aren't we Caroline?"

    "Very pleased," Caroline just about managed; she pulled her face into something resembling a smile as she added, "I am sure we shall enjoy being sisters."

    Jane merely smiled in her usual serene way, though Elizabeth couldn't help noticing that she did not agree with Caroline's comment. Obviously she had learned her lesson when it came to Miss Bingley and was not about to allow herself to be fooled by her insincerity again. Mrs Hurst at least seemed genuine and Elizabeth was pleased that at least one member of Mr Bingley's family was pleased about his choice of wife.

    Mrs Gardiner showed herself to be a consummate hostess as she somehow managed to keep the conversation going, deftly steering it away from dangerous topics and smoothing over any potential awkwardness when Caroline's expression became particularly unpleasant, or her stubborn silence quite marked. Elizabeth as an avid observer of people and their habits couldn't help finding interest in the display - here was Caroline, the daughter of a tradesman, and here was Mrs Gardiner, the wife of a tradesman. Society held the former above the latter because of their differences in wealth and their distance from the source, and yet when it came to their manners all the money in the world could not have saved Caroline from an unfavourable comparison to Mrs Gardiner. It struck Elizabeth as quite unfair and she remained quiet with her thoughts; at least until the subject which Mrs Gardiner had so studiously tried to avoid was brought up. Louisa had asked Jane who was going to be bridesmaid at her wedding and Jane had artlessly replied, with a smile for her friend, that,

    "Lizzy will be with me at my wedding, and I shall be with her at her own."

    Caroline immediately stiffened and Louisa hurried to say, "Yes, may I congratulate you as well, Miss Casterton. I hope you and Mr Darcy are very happy together."

    "Thank you, Mrs Hurst," Elizabeth replied sincerely, ignoring the lady's sister by sheer force of will. A part of her simply wished for Caroline to let loose and say what she obviously wanted to, if only so she could fight back. "I am sure we shall."

    "Are you to be married in Hertfordshire?" Louisa asked, knowing she was tempting fate but not wishing to insult Miss Casterton by dismissing the subject too quickly. She had more sense than her sister and had no desire to alienate her brother or Mr Darcy by objecting to the match.

    "Yes, in November," Elizabeth nodded. "I hope you and your husband will be able to attend; and you as well, Miss Bingley, of course," she added dutifully though it was obvious to everyone she did not mean it.

    "We would be delighted," Louisa replied just as her sister made an alarming sound, something between a growl and a strangled screech, and sneered at Elizabeth.

    "You will forgive me if I do not rush to make a note of it in my diary," she stated maliciously.

    "You do not wish to attend?" Elizabeth asked steadily, though a sense of anticipation was rising within her; she was such an odd creature, she thought absently, to be eager for a confrontation.

    "I sincerely doubt, Miss Eliza," Caroline replied derisively, "that there will be a wedding. Mr Darcy will realise his mistake long before then."

    Jane paled, Mrs Gardiner frowned, Louisa glared and Elizabeth; well, Elizabeth just smiled as she pointed out, "You insult him more than you do me by saying such a thing Miss Bingley. My betrothed is a man of honour and as such would never renege on his commitment to me."

    "You need not sound so awfully smug," Caroline snapped back. "It is clear enough that you have forced his hand without your gloating about it."

    "Caroline!" Louisa objected furiously. "Stop it at once."

    "I cannot pretend to understand you, Miss Bingley," Elizabeth replied, her tone hard. "What are you implying?"

    Caroline's eyes narrowed. "You know very well what I...how did you do it?" She asked suddenly, her voice rising with each accusation. "Did you fool him into meeting you alone and have it witnessed? Did you go to his chambers and wait for him there? Or did you throw yourself at him like some common...?!"

    "That is enough!"

    Mrs Gardiner's clear, uncompromising voice rang out and effectively silenced Caroline; she starred at Elizabeth, her face red with anger as Elizabeth stared back, her own anger making her voice shake as she heatedly stated,

    "I did none of those things. I did not have to. I never even contemplated such things. And I cannot believe that you did," she concluded furiously, angry on behalf of William more than herself. "How could you even," she bit off the rest of what she were about to say and abruptly strode over to the window, wanting to put as much distance between herself and Caroline as possible.

    "I think it best if you take your leave," Mrs Gardiner stated coldly, looking pointedly at Miss Bingley. "And if you would mind not calling again, I would appreciate it."

    Caroline blanched and then flushed pink, unable to believe she had just been so rudely dismissed by the wife of a tradesman. She looked at her sister but Louisa was too ashamed to even look at her and abruptly Caroline rose and stormed from the room; they could hear her demanding her things from a servant as Louisa slowly rose to her feet and looked between Jane, Mrs Gardiner and Elizabeth.

    "I am so sorry," she said quietly, truly sounding it. "I cannot believe she...Miss Casterton, please accept my apology."

    "You have nothing to apologise for, Mrs Hurst," Elizabeth assured her as she turned away from the window. "And I daresay it was to be expected."

    Jane, who until then had kept her silence, quite distressed by the scene which had played out before her, found her voice and told Louisa, "I think it might be best if we allowed Caroline a few days to calm down before we see each other again."

    "Yes, I agree," Louisa nodded. She turned to Mrs Gardiner. "I apologise again, Mrs Gardiner."

    "As Elizabeth said," the lady replied, "You have no reason to apologise to us. And please know that you are still very much welcome here, should you decide to call."

    "Thank you," Louisa quietly replied. She eventually took her leave and reluctantly followed after her sister, leaving the three remaining ladies to breathe a sigh of relief.

    "My goodness," Mrs Gardiner sighed, falling heavily back into her chair.

    "Are you alright, Lizzy?" Jane asked her friend, looking at her with troubled eyes.

    "I'm fine," Elizabeth assured her, though her smile lacked its earlier cheerfulness. "It's just awful to think that William could have been...that she could have..." she shook her head and smiled humourlessly. "Thank goodness he kept his wits about him."

    "Yes, indeed," Mrs Gardiner agreed, of the same opinion as Elizabeth; clearly, Caroline had fully intended to marry Mr Darcy, not matter what it took.

    "Do you know who I worry about the most, though?" Elizabeth said after a few moments of silence; "You, Jane," she told her surprised friend. "How are you going to manage with such a sister?"

    "I shall simply have to have as little to do with her as possible," Jane replied before she even had a moment to realise what she was saying; she blushed as Elizabeth and Mrs Gardiner looked at her, impressed. "Oh dear, that wasn't very charitable."

    "It was no less than she deserved, Jane, my dear," Mrs Gardiner pointed out sagely. "Though I have a feeling you shan't be required to have that much to do with her, as you say. I doubt your betrothed will look kindly upon her after this episode," Mrs Gardiner pointed out when Jane looked confused.

    "No, I suppose not," Jane admitted; she looked at Elizabeth who had been silent and seemed somewhat lost in thought. "Lizzy?"

    "Hmmm?" Elizabeth looked up and smiled wanly. "Forgive me, I was just thinking." Her smile faded as she again pictured William having to contend with the machinations of women like Caroline Bingley and how miserable it must have made him.

    "It must have been difficult for him," Mrs Gardiner sympathised, guessing the direction of Elizabeth's thoughts, "having to cope with so much unwanted attention; and yet, I think in a way it might also have been a good thing," she added thoughtfully. "It would have certainly made him realise what he did and did not want his future wife to be like. Each new encounter would have strengthened the impression until finally, he met you, and realised that you were just what he had been waiting for."

    Elizabeth laughed delightedly; "What a lovely idea! An idea only though, I fear, considering how we did not get along at first."

    Mrs Gardiner smiled and shrugged, "That is just my theory."

    Elizabeth smiled and admitted to herself that it was a very nice theory and perhaps even had an element of truth to it; after all, had she not secretly been waiting to meet someone like William, who would love her as she wished and care for her as she needed him to? Maybe he had been waiting for someone too.

    "Are you certain you do not wish for me to remain here with you?"

    Maria smiled and patted Elizabeth's hand with reassurance as she replied, "Quite certain my dear. I shall have my husband to keep me company and I should not wish to keep you from your Mr Darcy, especially not when you are looking so lovely," she complimented fondly, admiring Elizabeth's gown of cream and red* and the beautiful diamond and ruby necklace adorning her slender neck.

    "I shall bring you a programme," Elizabeth promised as she rose to her feet, certain now that she would not be missed. "And I hope you continue to feel better."

    "I shall be right as rain by tomorrow," Maria predicted easily. "And ready to finalise the preparations for the ball. I cannot wait to see you in your dress!" She enthused, and then winced slightly at a stab of pain.

    "Oh!" Elizabeth quietly exclaimed. "You should rest; I am disturbing you."

    "Silly girl," Maria chided affectionately. "Not at all. But you should be on your way else you will be late."

    Elizabeth realised that Maria was right and took her leave, passing Lewis on her way down the hall as he returned to his wife's chambers, wishing him a pleasant evening. Her father and Alex were awaiting her in the front hall and she hurried to join them, skipping down the steps in such a flurry that Lord Casterton felt compelled to caution her lest she trip and fall.

    "Oh, heaven forbid," she replied as she descended the last few steps and moved towards Warner, who held her cloak out to her. Pulling on her gloves and picking up her reticule she looked at her father, smiled and pronounced, "There, I'm ready."

    "You look lovely," he complimented her with an affectionate smile. "Now, let us be on our way."

    The three climbed into the Fraiser's carriage and relaxed back into the plush cushions for the ride to the concert's venue. They chatted away quite happily between themselves, Elizabeth quite excited about the planned entertainment and only a little nervous about this, her first official public appearance with William. When the carriage pulled up outside their destination and Alex and her father descended, she took a moment to compose herself and take several relaxing breaths. She was here to enjoy the music and the company of William and their friends, she told herself; whatever else happened would happen, and there was no point in worrying about it. It almost worked.

    Darcy, Richard and Georgiana had arrived first and had been joined shortly afterwards by the Gardiners, Miss Bennet, Bingley, the Hursts and Miss Bingley; Caroline had immediately attached herself to Georgiana and Darcy wondered whether he was imagining the tension between Miss Bennet, Mrs Gardiner, Mrs Hurst and Caroline. He stood speaking with the rest of his party and to the occasional acquaintance that came to say hello, all the while keep half an eye on the doorway, waiting for Elizabeth to appear. When she eventually did so, on the arm of her father, he was so busy admiring the sight of her and attempting to catch her eye that it took him a few moments to realise that a hush had fallen over the room and all eyes had turned towards the door. Stiffening with discomfort on their behalf, he detached himself from his group and strode over to greet the Castertons. He bowed to Lord Casterton and Alex before taking Elizabeth's hand and bowing over it, smiling warmly at her.

    "Hello, my love."

    "Hello," Elizabeth replied with a delightful blush. "I'm sorry we're late; it's my fault."

    "I confess to having waited impatiently for you arrival," Darcy teased in response, "but I would hardly say you are late. Come, we are all over here."

    He led the trio back to where the rest of their party stood, noticing instantly the way Elizabeth tensed upon perceiving Miss Bingley stood beside Georgiana; a glance at Lord Casterton revealed that he did not look happy about the lady's presence either.

    "Is something wrong?" He asked in an undertone, looking between the pair.

    Lord Casterton opened his mouth to reply but Elizabeth got their first. "It's nothing," she assured him lightly; she tossed her head slightly and with the gesture seemed to throw off whatever discomfort there had been. "I confess I did not realise there would be quite so many of us!"

    Darcy resolved to let the moment pass, though a quick glance exchanged with Lord Casterton signalled his intention to find out the truth eventually.

    Gradually more and more people began to arrive and the news that Lord Casterton and his daughter were present was soon spread throughout the entire room. He was thought to be looking much as he ever had, though understandably older, and a little too thin; Lord Casterton, however, was not the object of most interest. It was Elizabeth who people strained to see, whose dress and hair was assessed in the closest detail, whose manner was scrutinised and every overheard word or laugh dissected. This was Lady Viola's daughter and the question on everyone's mind was; just how like her mother was she?

    Of all this Elizabeth was blissfully unaware. She was too busy enjoying herself, laughing with Richard and Alex, excitedly discussing the evening's programme with Georgiana, glowing under the warmth of William's admiring gaze. She remained by his side throughout the whole time they were waiting to be seated, her hand resting lightly on his arm, his hand on top of hers. They occasionally exchanged smiles and quiet words as they waited, oblivious to the round of whispers this set off every time they did so; Mr Darcy smiling? Unheard of!

    Initially no one watching thought much of the company the Casterton's appeared to be keeping, with the exception of Darcy and his family, and the Marquess of course. When the Hanley's arrived, however, and immediately joined Lord Casterton and his daughter, this gave some people pause; imagine then the response when the Anderson's arrived and joined them as well! That five of society's most prominent families should choose to be in company with the Casterton's, to treat them with every appearance of friendship; considerations of Elizabeth's choice of gown and any resemblance to her mother were immediately set aside in light of this amazing development.

    People, like sheep, tend to follow a leader**. Of course that is not to say that the whole room suddenly decided to welcome the Casterton's with open arms; far from it. But all it took were some friends of the Anderson's to approach them for an introduction to Elizabeth and her father, and the mood in the room seemed to shift slightly. True, there were those who kept their hostility as a habit too deeply ingrained to alter, or those simply too stubborn to let it go; there were others still who were malicious simply for the sake of being malicious, for whom Elizabeth was just the latest in a long line of targets. But some of those present decided that perhaps, perhaps, if the Anderson's and the Fraiser's and the Hanley's and the Fitzwilliam's and the Darcy's had welcomed the Casterton's back, perhaps they should too.

    Elizabeth and Lord Casterton could not help but be aware of the increase in people approaching them, but were not fool enough to let it go to their heads. Neither felt uncomfortable with how the change had come about either; it was simply the result of their being friends with influential people, rather than any false attempt to gain acceptance. Remaining true to themselves and those who loved them, they felt, was more important than gaining the favour of these people and they behaved the same way they always did, leaving it up to their new "friends" to decide if they had made a mistake or not.

    Whilst Darcy stayed by Elizabeth's side, introducing and being introduced, pleased (but not fooled) by the change in attitude some people were demonstrating, another person stood by watching with silent fury, practically choking on her humiliation.

    Caroline could not believe what she was seeing.

    That Elizabeth had seemingly accomplished in one night what she had been trying for years to do was simply too much to bear. Caroline could hardly stand to look as Elizabeth was surrounded by Dukes and Duchess, by Earls and Countesses, could hardly stand listening as they talked and laughed as though Elizabeth were the most amazing, wittiest person they had ever met! Hardly! How could this have happened? Yes, her father was a Baron but what about her mother; how could people have forgotten so easily that this was Lady Viola's daughter they were fawning over?! Perhaps they simply needed reminding, she thought with sudden clarity, looking around the room for any of her friends. She spotted Mrs Jenkins, the very lady who had first revealed the truth about the Casterton family to her all those months ago, and hurried over to her. Her sister watched her go with a worried feeling, wishing again that she had had a chance to talk to her brother before they had had to leave for the evening. Somehow knowing what Caroline was intending to do, Louisa pulled Bingley aside and quickly related to him the events of earlier on in the day and alerted him to the danger.

    "That girl is making quite a sensation," Mrs Jenkins commented after she and Caroline had exchanged greetings, her hawk eyes watching Elizabeth's every move.

    "I do not see why," Caroline replied harshly, "there is nothing remarkable about her."

    "Except perhaps her poor taste," Mrs Jenkins rejoined sourly. "The cut of her dress is so provincial, and that necklace! It is so small as to be inconsequential. Obviously her father can afford no better."

    Caroline voiced her agreement whilst fingering the large emerald necklace that she wore; it was of similar size and style to the ones Darcy and Elizabeth had laughed over that day in the jeweller's, not that Caroline was aware of it.

    "Tis a pity you could not catch him," Mrs Jenkins said after a moment, watching Darcy as he spoke with Bingley and Mr Hurst, noticing that all three men kept looking in Caroline's direction. "Though I always thought you had aimed a little too high."

    "I would have managed it," Caroline argued defensively, stung by the comment, "had it not been for her. She..." she hesitated a brief moment before saying, "She did not play fair."

    "Indeed?" Mrs Jenkins replied, one brow arched. "Would you care to elaborate?"

    "I know that she would meet him, alone," Caroline lied easily. "He would sneak from the house early in the morning and not return for some time. And then when her friend became ill and she insisted on staying with us until she recovered, well..." Caroline lowered her voice and whispered. "Let us just say that her friend was certainly not that ill."

    By this point Bingley and Darcy were advancing towards them and Mrs Jenkins fought to keep her amusement hidden; if Caroline thought she would believe her lies she obviously did not know her at all. Abruptly abandoning the younger woman to her fate she moved away, although not before hearing Mr Bingley say in a harsh undertone,

    "I warned you Caroline that I would not tolerate any rudeness towards Miss Casterton!"

    "I don't know what you mean," Caroline bluffed, surprised by their sudden appearance; they stood shoulder to shoulder in front of her, blocking her view of the rest of the room and the rest of the room's view of her.

    "Louisa told me what you did today at the Gardiner's," Bingley snapped back; Darcy touched his arm in a gesture of caution and he lowered his voice. "And I think we both know why you were talking to Mrs Jenkins just now."

    Flushing with mortification at being spoken to in such a manner in front of Mr Darcy, Caroline raised herself up and hit back, "Am I not allowed to talk to my friends?! Truly, Charles, you have no business speaking to me in this manner. Now if you will excuse me, I shall return..."

    "You are going home, now," Bingley countered, shocking his sister into silence. "Our brother and sister shall accompany you," he told her, "and I shall speak to you tomorrow morning about your future."

    "My future?" Caroline repeated, her voice high and screechy.

    "I presently have no desire to have you in my home," Bingley replied mercilessly, "and I doubt I shall once I am married; I shall decide what to do with you tonight and inform you tomorrow."

    "I, what, I," Caroline attempted to protest; Hurst and Louisa appeared then and led her away, cautioning her to not make it any worse for herself by making a scene.

    Bingley heaved a heavy sigh and Darcy patted him on the shoulder; he knew his friend was not used to dealing so harshly with anyone and was impressed by his resolve.

    "Come, let us return to our ladies," Darcy suggested, turning away; he spotted Mrs Jenkins watching him and, excusing himself from Bingley, walked over to her.

    "Mr Darcy," she greeted him calmly, her eyes speculative.

    "Mrs Jenkins," he replied, bowing slightly. "How are you this evening?"

    "Well enough," the lady replied. "Though wondering what it is you have to say," she added bluntly; she was not one to beat about the bush.

    "Merely that I hope you will dismiss whatever Miss Bingley told you as the lies of a jealous woman," Darcy replied; he was just as capable of being to the point when the moment required it.

    "Of course," Mrs Jenkins assured him. "She was lying then?" She asked audaciously.

    Darcy refused to rise to the bait and, without dignifying that question with a response, turned and walked away. When he returned to Elizabeth's side she wrapped her arm around his and asked, "Where has Caroline gone?"

    "Away," Darcy replied succinctly; he glanced over at Bingley and saw he looked much calmer in the company of his own betrothed. "Hopefully for good this time. You should have told me what happened earlier today," he added quietly.

    "I did not wish for it to affect our evening," Elizabeth replied before admitting, "In truth, I did not expect her to even be here."

    Darcy nodded, "Charles was unaware of what she had done, else he would have left her at home."

    "Well, she is gone now, I suppose," Elizabeth sighed; Darcy reached out and gently tipped her chin up.

    "Please don't let this ruin your evening," he murmured softly.

    "I won't," Elizabeth assured him; she closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath and when she opened them again Darcy could see that she had set the issue aside.

    Whilst Darcy and Elizabeth rejoined the conversations going on around them, Richard and Alex stood together, looking between Darcy and Elizabeth on their right and Bingley and Jane on their left. They shared a look and Alex gave voice to what they were both thinking,

    "They're a pair of lucky dogs, aren't they?"

    Richard chuckled and nodded his agreement before pointing out, "I don't know what you're complaining about; I can see plenty of lovely ladies looking your way."

    "But not the lady I had hoped would be interested," Alex replied quietly, coming as close to admitting his disappointment over Elizabeth as he dared. Richard nodded his understanding before saying,

    "Well, you know what they say,"

    "There's plenty more fish in the sea?" Alex guessed with a grin.

    "Exactly," Richard replied. "And you at least are in possession of every possible advantage when it comes to attracting a lady."

    "A title and piles of money?" Alex replied cynically.

    "And both arms and an unblemished face," Richard pointed out steadily; the stares and horrified looks he had received had not gone unnoticed, though he had tried to ignore them.

    "Touché," Alex quietly replied, kicking himself for his insensitivity. Compared to the man beside him he did indeed have it easy.

    Seeing he had made the younger man uncomfortable, Richard smiled and lightly declared, "Come, do not trouble yourself. It is not a hopeless cause; after all, if my stiff, dour cousin can capture a lady as lovely as Miss Casterton then there must be hope for us yet!"

    Alex chuckled and was about to reply when a voice from behind them drew their attention; they turned to find Lady Anderson together with Mrs Peters and another gentleman who the latter lady introduced as her brother, Mr Clarke. Whilst Alex kept him and Lady Anderson entertained, Mrs Peters and Richard spoke quietly to one another.

    "It is lovely to see you again, Mrs Peters," Richard stated with a smile as he realised with a start that he wasn't just being polite.

    "And you, Colonel. Have you been well?"

    "Quite well," Richard assured her easily. "I shan't be running anywhere any time soon, but I daresay I shall manage a dance or two come Friday."

    Mrs Peters smiled warmly, obviously happy for him and he suddenly found himself asking, "May I be so bold as to claim a set with you, madam?"

    "I should be delighted," Mrs Peters replied. "I shall dance the first with my brother, but the second shall be yours."

    "Thank you," Richard replied with a slight bow; he made a mental note to have Georgiana help him practice. "Let us hope I do not disgrace myself!" He joked lightly.

    "I am certain we shall get by just fine," Mrs Peters assured him; Alex, having heard the tail end of their conversation piped up,

    "Have you prepared yourself for the waltz? It shall be the first time anyone has danced it this season and is causing quite a stir, from what I have heard."

    "I confess I know little of the dance," Mrs Peters admitted lightly.

    "Nor I," Mr Clarke seconded.

    "It is not as difficult as it appears," Richard stated, surprising his companions. "Though I can only perform it very slowly, and backwards," he admitted with a slight chuckle.

    "Backwards?" Mr Clarke repeated; Lady Anderson discreetly stepped on his foot and he looked down at her, shocked.

    "The man usually leads with his left," Richard told him evenly with no trace of bitterness.

    "Ah, I see," Mr Clarke breathed, understanding now the duchess's unusual behaviour.

    The call for everyone to go through to the performance area sounded then and the gentlemen all offered the ladies their arms and led them through to find a seat. Darcy, Elizabeth, Georgiana, Jane, Bingley and Mr and Mrs Gardiner all sat together in one row whilst Lord Casterton, Alex, Richard, Mrs Peters, Mr Clarke and the Anderson's took up the seats in the row behind. Darcy smiled to himself at Lord Casterton's choice of seat, knowing that the elder man would be watching him closely throughout the performance; in truth Elizabeth seemed far more interested in the music than she was in him and they did no more than discuss the programme until a member of the society appealed for quiet and introduced the performers for the evening. Everyone applauded politely when he stepped aside and the musicians took up their instruments.

    They began with a new composition by Mr Beethoven, Piano Sonata No. 27 in E minor, Opus 90 which unlike most typical sonata's only had two movements, before moving on to his better known Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor; they concluded the first section with the first two movements of his Violin Sonata No. 5 in F major, Opus 24 which was one of Elizabeth's favourite pieces of music. Darcy watched her throughout its performance, smiling at her captivated expression. Next came two pieces by Boccherini, his String Quintet in E, Op. 11, No. 5 with its particularly pleasing third movement followed by his Cello Concerto No. 9 in B flat Major. This concluded the first half of the performance and there was to be a ten minute interval before the second half began again; as soon as she had finished applauding the musicians Elizabeth turned to William delightedly,

    "Oh, wasn't that wonderful! The chief violinist is exceptional."

    Darcy agreed that it was indeed quite wonderful but he could not quite match her enthusiasm and so Elizabeth turned instead to Georgiana; the two fell into discussing the performance with much vigour, leaving Darcy to speak with Lord Casterton and Alex behind him.

    The second half began with a performance of Bach's before changing in style and tone for a performance of two movements of Vivaldi's Oboe Concerto in C major, and then changing again for the performance of his Concerto No. 1 in E major and concluding with the performance of his Concerto No. 2 in G minor, a particularly stirring piece which when it finished left a hush over the audience until applause eventually broke out.

    "Did you enjoy that?" Darcy asked, leaning over to be heard above the noise.

    "When can we come again?" Elizabeth replied eagerly and Darcy laughed.

    "Whenever you wish," he promised, taking her hand and kissing it; seeing how much she had enjoyed herself, he knew he meant it.

    Chapter 29

    Posted on 2010-04-21

    The day of the long awaited ball finally arrived and the Fraiser's home became something of a madhouse as the servants, under Maria's direction, attended to the final preparations- the irony of Maria organising her own surprise birthday ball was not lost on any of them, but she was quite determined to see to everything herself. Feeling herself in the way, Elizabeth decided to follow her father and Lewis's lead (who had both made themselves scarce for the day) and took refuge in the library. She was quite comfortably ensconced in one of the winged chairs by the fire, her gift from William open on her lap, when she heard the door to the library open and the sound of scurrying footsteps. Leaning forward and peering around the side of her chair, she was surprised to see Fredrick sitting on one of the window seats, his knees drawn up to his chest and his head bowed.

    "Fred?" She said softly; the young boy startled and turned his face away, scrubbing furiously at his eyes. Concerned, Elizabeth laid aside her book and approached her young friend who was obviously upset. "What's wrong?"

    "Nothing," Fred denied, keeping his face averted. He would have sounded convincing if he hadn't sniffed just after issuing his denial.

    Elizabeth sat down across from him and looked out the window, watching the occasional person walk past as she waited for Fred to speak to her; her patience was rewarded when Fred sniffed again and tearfully blurted out,

    "Mrs Warner told me off."

    Elizabeth was somewhat surprised by this reply, almost certain that the Fraiser's calm and collected housekeeper had never said a cross word to anyone, let alone her employers son. "Did she?" She replied carefully, hoping for more information.

    Fred nodded.

    "I wanted to see mama but when I went to the ballroom a footman bumped into me and the water in the bowl he was carrying went all over the floor," he revealed, sniffing again.

    "And that was when Mrs Warner told you off?" Elizabeth guessed; the poor thing looked so pitiful that she couldn't help feeling sorry for him, even if she did have her doubts about the so called "telling off".

    "Yes," Fred replied before quietly adding, "she said I mustn't get in the way, but I only wanted to see mama. I haven't seen mama in ages."

    "You saw her this morning, surely," Elizabeth tried to point out lightly; she was surprised when Fred shook his head and more tears appeared in his eyes.

    "She didn't come to see me like she usually does," he replied. "Neither did papa. And you did not want to walk with me like usual either," he added.

    Elizabeth felt a twinge of guilt as she realised that in all the hustle and bustle, Fred had been, quite unintentionally, forgotten. Before she could apologise on her own behalf, Fred went on.

    "Alex and Sophia are too busy for me as well," he confessed quietly, to his shoes. "When I finished my lessons I asked if they would play with me and they both said no. They said they were too busy. Too busy for me, anyway."

    "Fred..." Elizabeth began, intending to assure him that that was not the case; Fred beat her to it, however, as he asked,

    "Am I a bother Lizzy?"

    "Of course not!" Elizabeth exclaimed, somewhat worried that he should think so.

    "Then why does no one want to spend time with me?" Fred asked forlornly.

    Elizabeth opened and closed her mouth a few times as she attempted to find the words to explain that everyone was just busy at the moment but that that didn't mean they didn't care; she realised, however, that they all had been remiss and should have made time for Fredrick in the same way that they had made time for each other and their friends.

    "I do," she eventually replied positively, smiling as she added, "And I have a brilliant idea; just wait here one moment whilst I go and get what we need."

    She hurried to her feet, turning at the door to shoot the little boy an encouraging smile before stepping out into the hallway and enquiring as to Alex's whereabouts. Apparently he was in his room and, after a quick stop off at her own to collect what she needed, she knocked on the door and waited until she was called to enter. Alex was sat with his feet propped up on the low table, a book in his lap.

    "Decided to take refuge, Liz?" Alex joked when he saw who his visitor was.

    "Not exactly," Elizabeth replied. "You're not busy, are you?"

    "Not at all," Alex agreeably replied. "Do you need something?"

    "Yes," Elizabeth stated. "I'm taking Fred outside to play blind man's bluff and we need another player."

    Alex grimaced. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind..." he admitted.

    "Tough," Elizabeth replied, not to be gainsaid. "You said yourself that you're not busy and your brother needs some attention; he was almost in tears earlier. He's feeling a bit neglected."

    Alex instantly frowned and Elizabeth was somewhat mollified by his brotherly concern.

    "I suppose we have all been rather preoccupied these past few days," he admitted, sounding contrite; he rose to his feet as he added, "And it is easy to forget about the little scamp when he's tucked away upstairs with Mr Fletcher."

    "I know," Elizabeth replied; she smiled and nudged her friend when he came close enough. "But this will be fun; you used to love this game."

    "When I was fifteen, Liz," Alex replied dryly; he rolled his eyes and added, "Here's to hoping that none of my friends happen to be passing by; I'd never live it down."

    "You're trying to make your brother happy," Elizabeth pointed out. "Where's the shame in that?"

    "Alright, alright," Alex held his hands up. "Stop trying to make me feel guilty; I'm coming, aren't I?"

    "Yes, you are, thank you," Elizabeth replied, favouring him with a beaming smile.

    They reached the library and found Fred waiting patiently where Elizabeth had left him; when she explained what they were going to do he instantly broke out into a huge grin and then practically herded them from the room and out of the house, into the warm sunshine. Elizabeth and Fred elected Alex to be the blind man first and after a few token protests he agreed and tied the scarf Elizabeth had brought over his eyes.

    "It seems I've lost the knack," he chuckled after a few minutes of stumbling around unsteadily, greatly disorientated.

    "Oh, there's no doubt about it," Elizabeth cheerfully replied before dancing out of the way to avoid his outstretched hand. She stifled a giggle as Alex collided with a bush and exclaimed in surprise and affront.

    "You're supposed to warn me when I'm about to hit something!" He objected as Fred laughed gaily.

    "I forgot," Elizabeth replied lightly, winking at her little accomplice as they managed to lead Alex towards a rather large puddle. Unfortunately he caught on to their little game and unexpectedly lunged to the side, catching Elizabeth unawares.

    "Ah!" She yelped with surprise, laughing as Alex wrapped both arms around her to keep her from escaping.

    "Haha, got you!" He exclaimed, whipping off his blindfold with one hand whilst holding her secure with the other. "Not so rusty after all, eh?"

    "Apparently not," Elizabeth replied, smiling up at him. When he looked from her to the puddle and back again, she couldn't help laughing at his expression.

    "Why you...!" He looked between Fred and Elizabeth. "You wanted me to get my boots soaked, didn't you?"

    "I don't know what you mean," Elizabeth lied straight-faced as Fred dissolved into giggles.

    "Like hell you don't," Alex retorted; he suddenly grinned and Elizabeth was instantly wary.

    "Alex, what...?" Feeling him tightening his arms, preparing to lift her, Elizabeth's eyes widened as she realised what Alex was about to do. "Oh, no! No, Alex, don't you dare! I am not going in that puddle!"

    Alex laughed as he effortlessly lifted her off the ground and she helplessly kicked her feet.

    "Alex, no! My slippers! Please! Oh Fred, help me," she entreated though she was laughing so much at the silliness of it all that her pleas were hardly intelligible.

    The sound of a throat clearing interrupted their hilarity and both Alex and Elizabeth turned their heads to find Darcy stood a few feet away, watching them with an unreadable expression. Elizabeth simply smiled in reaction to seeing him, honestly believing that there was no reason to question her or Alex's behaviour. Her friend knew better, however, and it was clear that Darcy had his suspicions, judging by the way he kept a careful watch on Alex as he set Elizabeth back down and moved away.

    "Perfect timing, Mr Darcy!" Elizabeth complimented him merrily. "You have saved my slippers from a sorry fate."

    "I am at your service, madam," Darcy replied teasingly; he smiled at Elizabeth when she came to greet him and impulsively bent and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

    "Can we play again?" Fred requested eagerly and Elizabeth smiled playfully at Darcy as she asked, "Will you join us, sir?"

    "I should be delighted, thank you," Darcy replied with much politeness, making Elizabeth laugh. "I believe that it is your turn to be it."

    Alex approached with the scarf and Darcy took it from him with a quiet, "allow me", circling around Elizabeth and slowly lowering the material into place; seized by a wicked impulse, he leant down so that his lips were so close they were almost brushing her ear and whispered, "This is giving me ideas."

    "About what?" Elizabeth asked, oblivious.

    "Us- after we are married, with this scarf, in our bedchamber- alone."

    Elizabeth gasped softly and her cheeks suffused with colour as she realised his meaning and Darcy smiled to himself, pressing a whisper soft kiss to her neck before completing his task and grasping her shoulders and turning her around.

    "You are wicked," she whispered to him, sounding both amused and intrigued.

    Darcy chuckled to himself but did not reply; he led Elizabeth forward a few steps and then released her before stepping back, quite content to watch as she played with Fred. Alex also stood back and, after a few moments of deliberation, moved to stand with Darcy. He squared his shoulders, silently waiting for the other man to say something, expecting jealously and perhaps a warning or threat, prepared to defend himself and make light of Darcy's concerns.

    "Perhaps in future you might be more circumspect in your behaviour towards Elizabeth," Darcy suggested eventually, careful to keep his voice low so that they would not be overheard. "If anyone else had seen you they might have gotten the wrong idea, and considering her mother's reputation, the consequences could have been very painful for Elizabeth."

    Alex was momentarily surprised; he had expected Darcy to play the part of the jealous lover, not the rational, concerned friend. He realised though that Darcy was probably right and that he had been too incautious, too caught up in pleasing himself to consider any possible repercussions. For a moment he attempted to defend himself by reasoning that Elizabeth had forgotten herself too, but knew that whilst her own actions were innocent, his own were not entirely so.

    Darcy was still awaiting a reply and so Alex nodded and told him, "I will be more careful in future."

    Unexpectedly, Darcy chuckled.

    "I suppose you are probably expecting me to insist that you refrain entirely from such behaviour; indeed a part of me would like to," he admitted before softening and adding, "but I trust Elizabeth completely, and I know how much she values your friendship- I will not deny her what makes her happy for the sake of my own peace of mind."

    Alex nodded again but remained silent for a long moment before looking at Darcy and saying, "I think you are a better man than I am, Darcy."

    Darcy smiled again. "Not better," he replied, "simply sure of the woman I love."

    Lord Casterton stood in front of his mirror, tugging at his neck cloth. He had already dismissed his man and knew he would have to repair the damage himself, but still couldn't stop the nervous action. Neither his waistcoat or coat escaped unmolested either as he tugged and pulled and shrugged and shifted himself about; he was phaffing, basically, to keep his mind off what was to come. It was not with much success, however, as from his current location he could hear the steadily increasing sounds of the guests gathering in the ballroom below; this did nothing to help with his lack of composure.

    With a rueful smile at his reflection, Lord Casterton amused himself with what his friend would say if he saw him now. He had already suffered the ignominy of Lewis catching him as he practised the waltzing steps Miss Darcy had taught him and had no desire to add to his humiliation, or his friend's amusement. The truth was, he had never in all his years been in such a state over a social event and knew that it was not just the prospect of appearing before the ton once more which had upset his usually calm existence.

    Emily had indeed come to town as she had told Elizabeth she intended to and it had been truly wonderful to see her again. After so many years of seeing one another several times a week, the separation of several months had felt interminably long to Lord Casterton and he had been delighted to be once more reunited. Emily had seemed equally pleased to see him, he had thought with a feeling that had surprised him, though her attention had been somewhat monopolised by Elizabeth and Maria and they had not had much time to talk between themselves. Tonight though, Lord Casterton hoped, they would get that chance.

    Although not before he got his neck cloth sorted, he grumbled to himself, attempting to repair the damage. He was on the verge of calling his man back when there was a soft knock at his door and Elizabeth stuck her head inside.

    "May I come in, papa?"

    "Of course," he replied; she stepped inside the room, took one look at his neck cloth and smiled.

    "Would you like me to help you?" She offered, coming forward.

    "Please," Lord Casterton replied with a resigned sigh, tilting his chin up so that she could work easier.

    They were silent for a moment until Elizabeth quietly asked, "Are you nervous, papa?"

    "Are you?" He replied; she had finished her task and he lowered his chin and looked at her carefully.

    "A little," she admitted, chewing her lip. He reached out and stopped the nervous action as he confessed,

    "Me too."

    Elizabeth smiled and nodded, consoled by the knowledge that she was not alone in feeling somewhat overwhelmed by what was to come. She chuckled slightly when her father said,

    "But as I have said many times before, my dear, I have no doubt that as long as we stick together, we can handle whatever they throw at us."

    "Literally and figuratively?" Elizabeth teased.

    "Of course," her father replied easily; he took a step back to look her over, realising then that she was ready to go down. His chest swelled with fatherly pride as he quietly complimented, "Elizabeth, my dear, you look absolutely breathtaking."

    "Oh," Elizabeth breathed; she blushed and then smiled happily. "Thank you papa."

    Lord Casterton admired his daughter a moment longer, thinking that she was truly a woman now, before smiling and admitting, "I cannot wait to see Darcy's reaction when he sees you."

    Elizabeth flushed but smiled impertinently as she replied, "Neither can I."

    "Life in town does have some advantages, I suppose," Lord Casterton noted with a slight smile as he admired her fine gown.

    "Yes," Elizabeth agreed stroking the material of her dress before admitting, "Though I believe I shall always prefer the peace and quiet of home. Town is far too disquieting; I miss the contentment of the country."

    "As do I," Lord Casterton sighed. "Fortunately you are marrying a man who no doubt feels the same way."

    "Yes, fortunately," Elizabeth replied with a smile.

    Squaring his shoulders and giving himself one last once over in the mirror, Lord Casterton offered his arm to his daughter, "Shall we go and join the others?"

    "Yes, I suppose it is time."

    Elizabeth took her father's arm and inwardly steeled herself, suspecting that the evening was going to be more challenging than enjoyable. With the sounds of the growing number of guests echoing throughout the house they went to meet Lewis and Maria who were waiting for the majority of their guests to arrive before going down, whilst Alex was already downstairs receiving people. Having exchanged compliments and handed out drinks, Maria finally looked between Elizabeth and her father and asked,

    "Well? How do you feel?"

    Lord Casterton and Elizabeth shared a brief glance before Elizabeth smiled and lied, "Confident."

    Downstairs Alex was stationed at the door to the ballroom, receiving each guest with a smile and welcoming words, his charm unfaltering; when Darcy and Richard presented themselves, however, he allowed his mask to slip ever so slightly as he greeted the two cousins with a tired smile and a roll of his eyes. Once the usually niceties were exchanged, feeling that they were in the way, the two men stood to the side, waiting for a slight lull in the stream of guests to speak more with Alex.

    "Your parents are already present, Colonel," he supplied helpfully, glancing over his shoulder. "They arrived not long ago. And Bingley and his betrothed are here as well."

    "And Elizabeth?" Darcy asked quietly; he had glanced over those present and had not seen her, but the room was already very crowded. "And Lord Casterton?"

    "Upstairs with my parents," Alex replied. "They will come down soon, before my parents present themselves."

    Darcy nodded, but before he could reply the attention of all three men was drawn to the latest guest to arrive who was approaching Alex with a decidedly superior air; Darcy and Alex frowned angrily at her whilst Richard stifled an amused smile at her audacity and waited to see how the situation would unfold.

    "Mrs Thornton," Alex bit out. "What a surprise."

    Darcy of course knew why he was angry to see the woman (she had after all insulted Elizabeth) but he wondered, with a quick glance at Alex, why the younger man was angry, or rather, on whose behalf- his mother's or Elizabeth's?

    "Good evening my lord," Mrs Thornton replied with a curtsey. She straightened and went to introduce the girl beside her, "I do not believe you have met my daughter, she is only just out. Melissa..."

    "I cannot say I have had the pleasure," Alex interrupted; he shot the girl an apologetic look before turning his attention back to Mrs Thornton and stating firmly, "As far as I am aware, madam, you were not invited this evening."

    "Oh, my lord!" Mrs Thornton laughed airily, though it had a brittle quality and Darcy noticed the tension around her eyes. "That was all just a misunderstanding. Surely you are not serious?!"

    "I am perfectly serious," Alex replied resolutely. "As was Lady Fraiser when she withdrew your invitation. I hope you enjoy your evening, madam," he went on, sounding charming again. "However you chose to spend it."

    Mrs Thornton stood staring at Alex in silence and all three gentlemen watched as she flushed and then whitened and looked both furious and mortified. Without a word she seized her daughter's forearm and stormed away, dragging the poor girl behind her. A line of people had gathered whilst she and Alex had been speaking and all were there to witness her total humiliation; the cacophony of voices which broke out as soon as she had passed out of the front door was a clear sign that no-one would leave the ball tonight without having heard of the incident.

    "Well," Richard breathed, his voice tinged with laughter. "That certainly showed her."

    "Is it wrong that I enjoyed that?" Alex asked with a grin.

    "Not at all!" Richard assured him easily whilst Darcy smiled his agreement. It felt wrong, but he could not help feeling relieved that he and Elizabeth would have one less person to deal with tonight.

    Moving into the ballroom, Darcy and Richard spotted Bingley and the rest of his party and went to meet them, repeatedly stopping along the way to greet and speak to their friends and acquaintances. When they finally made it to where Bingley was and had bowed to the ladies, neither man could help noticing that Caroline Bingley was conspicuously absent. Glancing at his friend, Darcy arched his brow in silent enquiry.

    "She is on her way to Scarborough," Bingley stated decidedly. "To stay with our aunt again."

    "For how long?" Richard asked.

    "Indefinitely," Bingley replied.

    Though he sounded resolved it was also clear that Bingley had not liked being forced to take such a step; Darcy was about to say something supportive when Miss Bennet appeared at Bingley's side, taking his arm and smiling in her serene way. His friend was immediately set at ease by his "angel" and Darcy smiled at Jane.

    "Good evening, Miss Bennet; it is lovely to see you again."

    "And you, Mr Darcy, Colonel," she replied softly, looking between the cousins.

    "May I say you look lovely this evening," Richard complimented her charmingly, admiring the classic cut and style of her dress.* He noticed Bingley standing to his full height and laughed. "Easy, man, I am allowed to pay a compliment, surely."

    "Well, yes," Bingley allowed; he grinned ruefully and then looked admiringly at Jane. "You do look particularly lovely tonight."

    Jane blushed furiously and whispered something in reply; leaving the couple to it, Richard and Darcy turned their attention to the Gardiners. They shook hands with Mr Gardiner and bowed to his wife, both thinking that the stylish and fashionable couple looked perfectly at home in their present company.

    As they were stood as a group, speaking amongst themselves as more and more guests continued to arrive, Bingley and Darcy were approached by their three friends, Staunton, Williams and Carlisle. The five gentlemen greeted one another and fell into easy conversation, oblivious to the fine picture of male refinement and beauty that they presented, all tall and handsome in their evening clothes. Needless to say, many eyes were upon them, some simply admiring but many speculative and calculating. Fortunately, all five men were very good at ignoring the unwanted attention.

    "Well, come now Darcy," Staunton demanded playfully, "where have you hidden your lovely betrothed? I am still waiting to meet her, you know."

    Williams seconded the notion and Carlisle looked smug as he told his friends, "I have already met Miss Casterton."

    "You dog, when?!" Williams demanded.

    "Two days ago; Sarah and I bumped into Darcy and Miss Casterton as we were all taking a stroll in the park," he replied, referring to his sister.

    "Well?" Staunton asked, "What was she like? Pretty special, of course, to have captured this one," he joked, cuffing Darcy on the arm who glared back good-naturedly.

    "I daresay you shall find out for yourself soon enough, both of you," Carlisle stated with a grin, ignoring the protests of his two friends as he turned to Darcy and added, "Though I congratulate you again, Darcy."

    "Thank you," Darcy replied, refusing to rise to the bait and satisfy his other two friends in their curiosity about Elizabeth; as Carlisle had said, they would just have to see for themselves.

    Seeing some other friends a little way across the room, Darcy excused himself from the others and began to make his way through the throng, bumping shoulders and stepping on the occasional toe (with sincere apologies) as he tried to reach his friends, thinking that the whole event was turning into something of a crush. Unfortunately, just as he had almost reached his goal, he was unhappily forestalled by the appearance of Lord Grenfell, whom he had not had the displeasure of seeing since their slight disagreement at their club.

    "Darcy," the elder man greeted him pointedly.

    "My lord," Darcy returned shortly, in no humour for the encounter. He was jostled from behind and had to step closer to the earl who had apparently been imbuing liberally, if the alcohol on his breath was anything to go by.

    "Is your betrothed not with you?" Lord Grenfell asked with a look in his eye that put Darcy on edge, leaning to the side (and stumbling) as he tried to see past Darcy's shoulders.

    "She and Lord Casterton will be joining us shortly," Darcy forced himself to reply composedly.

    "You shall have to introduce me," Lord Grenfell pronounced with a leer. "I have heard reports of her beauty." Darcy stiffened with anger even before the lech added, "It is no wonder you could not help yourself."

    Darcy, about to tell the man to keep his opinions to himself, was prevented from doing so by the sudden appearance of his uncle who glared at Lord Grenfell angrily as he demanded in an undertone,

    "You are not implying what I think you are implying, Grenfell, are you?"

    "Ho ho," Lord Grenfell exclaimed with much amusement. "What do we have here? Are you back to playing happy families once more?" When Darcy and Lord Fitzwilliam glanced at one another he laughed. "Yes, I know what you are about. You don't fool me with this pretence."

    "Well fortunately for us, Grenfell," Lord Matlock replied calmly, "you are a fool and a drunken one at that, so no one will pay you any notice. Come, Darcy, let us not waste anymore time here," he pronounced briskly, and he and his nephew turned away and began to return to where the rest of their party were still stood, Darcy forgetting his earlier intention to greet his friends.

    "I hope you will forgive my stepping in, Fitzwilliam," Lord Fitzwilliam said, raising his voice slightly to be heard over a particularly boisterous group of people. "I appreciate that you would wish to respond to Grenfell, but I feel that this is not the place. There is already more than enough for people to gossip about without adding further fuel to the fire."

    Darcy agreed that his uncle was right before adding, "Though you needn't have worried, uncle; I was just going to tell him to mind his own business and keep his thoughts to himself. I have no desire to cause a scene."

    "Of course," Lord Fitzwilliam replied with a shake of his head. "Forgive me, I should have realised."

    They rejoined their group, Lord Fitzwilliam taking his place beside his wife as she spoke with their son and Darcy going back to his friends. He gave every appearance of paying them complete attention but in truth his eyes were more often than not fixed on the doorway, waiting for the moment Elizabeth appeared. When she finally did so, Darcy was glad that he had been so attentive.

    "...wouldn't you say, Darce?" Bingley looked at his friend expectantly, elbowing him slightly when there was no reply. "Darcy?"

    Following his cousin's line of sight, Richard smiled and pronounced, "I'm afraid he'll have little time for you now gentleman."

    Staunton and Williams both leaned over to see what Darcy was looking at and both smiled upon perceiving it; they then looked at each other with matching expressions of glee.

    "He's besotted!" Staunton exclaimed.

    "I never thought I'd see the day," Williams replied.

    Darcy was quite oblivious to all this as he stood watching as Elizabeth and her father slowly made their way towards him. Elizabeth was smiling at him, her cheeks slightly flushed, her hair styled into a sleek chignon with loose tendrils playing about her face. She wore the pearls he had given her and her hair was adorned with matching [url="http://www.whiteaisle.com/hairaccessories_files/HS25051_Lg.jpg"">pins which contrasted beautifully with the rich mahogany of her hair. Her gown was of blue silk, gathered at the tops of her shoulders and breasts before the bodice plunged down into a V which was deep but not immodest**. The waistline, sleeves and hem of the dress were adorned with cream ribbon and seed pearls which were complemented perfectly by the necklace and earrings and, somehow, Darcy made a mental note to thank his sister for her assurances that it would be the case.

    Richard, having watched Darcy watching Elizabeth for what he felt was long enough, leant over and muttered, "Breathe, man, breathe."

    Darcy did so, drawing in a shaky breath as he held Elizabeth's gaze and waited for her to come to him. When she was within reach he stepped forward, taking her hand in his and staring down at her in mute admiration.

    Somewhat worried by his silence, Elizabeth looked up at him with wide eyes. "My love?"

    "Elizabeth," Darcy croaked. He cleared his throat but he still sounded hoarse as he tried to say how beautiful she looked. In the end though he could not find the right words and only managed, "You look..."

    Elizabeth certainly got the gist of what he was trying to say and was as pleased by his speechlessness as she expected she would have been by whatever he might have managed to say. She smiled up at him, her eyes dancing as she softly replied, "Thank you."

    Darcy managed a smile, still overwhelmed with love and pride and admiration for this beautiful, amazing woman who was going to be his wife.

    By this point Lord Casterton felt he had been silent long enough and pointedly cleared his throat, smiling to himself when Darcy forcibly had to tear his eyes away from Elizabeth to greet him. He happily allowed the younger man to take his place at Elizabeth's side and followed as they went over to greet the rest of their friends.

    When it was time for him to introduce Elizabeth to his friends, Darcy managed not to look as self-satisfied as he was at that moment feeling, though his pride was undeniable; Williams and Staunton expressed their delight at meeting her, good-naturedly questioned her taste in men and congratulated their friend wholeheartedly whilst denying that he had done anything to deserve such a beauty. Consequently, Elizabeth was quite charmed with them and said as much to Darcy.

    "Not too charmed I hope," he teased in reply whilst gently moving her out of the path of a couple bustling past.

    "Not so much that you have cause for concern," Elizabeth replied in kind; she looked about herself and noted, "There really are a lot of people here, aren't there!"

    "Yes," Darcy agreed. "More than were invited, I suspect. It is usual for an event like this," he added when Elizabeth looked surprised. "Everyone is eager to attend, if only so that they can say that they did so."

    "There is one advantage to it being so crowded, I suppose," Elizabeth mused.

    "And what's that?" Darcy asked, leaning closer as he was struggling to hear her.

    "We shall be harder to spot," she replied lightly.

    Darcy was not so sure and said so; when pressed he revealed, "I sincerely doubt that anyone will fail to notice you, my love, looking as you do."

    "Oh dear," Elizabeth teased, "shall I go and change?" She picked up her skirts with the impression of going to do just that.

    "Not so fast," Darcy replied, drawing her firmly back to his side; she laughed gaily at his action and he grinned down at her.

    Lord Casterton was stood observing all this and was surprised from his occupation when a voice behind him said, "I always said that they were meant for one another."

    He turned to find Emily stood smiling at him and looking very pleased with herself.

    "You did," he agreed happily; he bowed low as she curtseyed gracefully.

    "I cannot remember the last time I saw you thus attired, Michael," Emily noted, admiring the cut of his formal coat. "It brings back memories of our youth."

    Lord Casterton chuckled at the notion and turned to the side slightly as he joked, "I don't cut quite the dashing figure that I did then though, do I?"

    "Do not attempt to draw me into a comparison of the affects of age, Michael," Emily warned him good naturedly. "I assure you, I would win."

    "You look lovely," Lord Casterton assured her. "Truly. That has always been your colour," he added warmly, admiring her carmine coloured gown***.

    "Thank you," Emily replied with a sweet smile.

    "Where is your friend?" Lord Casterton remembered to ask. "She is well, I hope."

    "Oh, yes, quite well," Emily assured him easily; she rolled her eyes and added with exasperated fondness, "And in her element this evening; she does so enjoy a good gossip."

    "And you do not?" Lord Casterton asked whilst chuckling at her tone.

    "Not quite so much," Emily replied honestly. "And not when I have no idea who I am supposed to be gossiping about is," she added with an amused smile. "Just a moment ago I was stood with her and her friends and one of them told me, sotto voce, that Mrs Wilson was seen going into Richardson's on Leadenhall Street as though it was the most delicious on dit of the season, but I'm afraid that what is so special about this Mr Richardson and his shop on Leadenhall Street and Mrs Wilson going into it quite escapes me!"

    As Lord Casterton laughed his agreement, Mrs Gardiner, who was within earshot, addressed them with a smile, "I believe I can help you there; Mrs Wilson is a lady well-known for her efforts to conceal her real age, rumour has it even from her husband. And Mr Richardson's shop on Leadenhall Street sells, somewhat tellingly I think you shall agree, spectacles."

    "Ah, I see," Emily replied as Lord Casterton teased Mrs Gardiner that he had had no idea that she was such a gossip.

    "Heaven forbid," the lady decried, smiling still. "I happen to know the lady in question through her husband's business with my own."

    "Yet another reason I do not like gossiping," Emily pointed out with a light laugh. "You never know who is listening!"

    Their conversation was interrupted then by the call of Warner announcing the arrival of Lewis and Maria; the whole room quieted for a moment as they stepped inside, the Duke tall and handsome with his petite and beautiful Duchess on his arm. He bent his head and smiled at something she said to him, both seemingly unfazed at being the subject of so much attention, and then turned his attention to the first people who had approached them. Conversations resumed and the noise level gradually rose to its previous proportions.

    Elizabeth, whilst looking for her father, spotted Emily instead and abandoned her betrothed's side in favour of greeting her friend. Lord and Lady Fitzwilliam were stood nearby with their son and she introduced Emily to the trio, her happiness at having her friend with her quite obvious to all of them.

    "Your gown is simply beautiful, Lizzy," Emily complimented her sincerely. "The fabric is exquisite."

    "Maria and Lady Fitzwilliam must take the credit for that," Elizabeth replied with a playful twinkle in her eye as she smiled at the latter lady. "They both have very good taste, I think."

    "Your own taste leaves nothing wanting, my dear," Lady Fitzwilliam responded kindly. "Your choice is much better than ours was."

    Elizabeth dipped her head in silent thanks and as she straightened felt William come to stand beside her. She smiled up at him and he favoured her with a warm look before addressing her father.

    "I thought perhaps we could...circulate," he suggested, for lack of a better word. "If you would like," he added, looking down at Elizabeth to gain her opinion.

    Lord Fitzwilliam guffawed; he quieted his laughter at a stern look from his wife but still looked amused when he said, "You are making the suggestion to mingle with the crowd, Darcy?! Voluntarily? Did I take a knock to the head and not realise?"

    Elizabeth, delighted to discover that Lord Fitzwilliam had a sense of humour, and a wicked one at that, turned to him and impertinently replied, "Either that, my lord, or your nephew apparently did."

    Darcy smiled and attempted to defend himself as the others laughed, "It is not so very remarkable!"

    "Oh, no," Richard agreed glibly, "only contrary to your behaviour for the past ten years; not remarkable at all."

    "Don't be facetious," his mother lightly scolded him; she smiled at Darcy and said, "Forgive us our teasing. It is good to see you eager to introduce your future family."

    "Thank you, aunt," Darcy replied pointedly, glaring at Richard and his uncle, both of whom just chuckled. He offered his arm to Elizabeth. "Shall we?"

    Taking his arm and excusing herself from her company, smiling as her father did the same, with particular solicitude in Emily's case, Elizabeth allowed Darcy to lead her slowly through the crowds, which seemed to have thinned somewhat, no doubt as a result of the terrace doors and the card room being opened. Everyone knows, after all, that dancing is only one of many things one can get up to at a ball.

    "Do you know, my love," Elizabeth remarked lightly after they had spent some moments speaking to the Hanley's, accompanied this evening by the their two eldest daughters and their fresh faced son. "You have forgotten something."

    "I have?" Darcy replied, sharing a look with Lord Casterton who followed a step behind them, playing chaperone. The elder man shrugged his shoulders.

    "Yes," Elizabeth replied succinctly, enjoying her little game. "Or rather, you have forgotten to ask me for something," she hinted.

    Utterly confused, Darcy stopped their progress and looked down at his smiling betrothed, waiting for her to explain his oversight; she did not, simply continued to smile at him, looking vastly amused about something. A glance at Lord Casterton revealed that he at least had figured out what on earth Elizabeth was speaking of but before Darcy could appeal for help the musicians took up their instruments, signalling to all those present that the gentlemen should claim their partners and all the couples should assume their places for the first set.

    Whilst Lewis and Maria, the Fitzwilliams, the Gardiners and Jane and Bingley were moving to do just that and her father was looking around for Emily, Elizabeth sighed and, letting go of Darcy's arm, lightly picked up her skirts.

    "Where on earth are you going?" Darcy asked with not much of his usual composure.

    "To sit down of course," Elizabeth replied impertinently. "It is what young ladies usually do when they have not been asked to dance," she added, laughing when after a moment William simply took her hand and led her to stand next to Jane and Bingley.

    The couples all assumed their places and the set began, and as they passed one another for the first time Elizabeth arched her brow and told Darcy, "I hope you do not think that you have won this argument, sir."

    "I was not aware that we were having an argument," Darcy replied as they circled one another.

    "That is very convenient for you, I'm sure," Elizabeth responded playfully. "But I shan't allow you to manhandle me into dancing with you again," she informed him pertly. "You shall have to ask me, or I shall dance with the next gentleman who does."

    They were separated by the dance for some time, throughout which Darcy kept his eyes firmly on Elizabeth. When they came together once more he smiled and said, "I have to ask?"

    Elizabeth laughed at his audacity. "It would flatter my vanity, at least, if you bothered to."

    "You misunderstand me," Darcy informed her, but they were once again separated before he could explain.

    "How so?" Elizabeth asked when they briefly crossed one another.

    "Pardon?" Bingley replied, thinking she was speaking to him.

    "Not you, Bingley," Darcy told his friend, over Jane's head. He and Elizabeth finally came together again and she repeated her question.

    "I did not mean that I felt that I did not have to ask," Darcy replied tenderly, smiling down at her and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Rather that I have no desire to dance with anyone but you and assumed you felt the same."

    His sincerity was apparent and Elizabeth fairly melted in response to his reply; she favoured him with a smile, the one which Darcy felt she reserved solely for him, and replied, "I do feel the same. I was only teasing you..."

    "I know," Darcy assured her. "But I apologise all the same for my assumption."

    "As you cannot have all my dances, which ones shall I reserve for you?" Elizabeth asked lightly some moments later.

    "Can I not?" Darcy replied, looking put out.

    "No!" Elizabeth replied laughingly. "As lovely a notion as that is, we cannot dance solely with one another; it would cause a spectacle. And I have already promised to dance with your cousin and Alex, and Uncle Lewis as well."

    "Well," Darcy sighed, somewhat mollified. "As long as your other partners are family or friends." He shook his head and admitted, "I do not like the thought of your standing up with other men, Elizabeth."

    The dance was concluding and Elizabeth smiled to herself at William's admission of jealousy, not entirely immune to feeling a certain amount of feminine satisfaction as a consequence. They bowed and curtseyed to one another before he stepped forward and offered his hand, which she took and pressed with her own, looking up at him and assuring him,

    "I will not lie and say I shall detest every dance not danced with you; my character being what it is, I believe I shall always enjoy a ball and dancing and meeting new people no matter the circumstances. But I assure you, my love, that our dances shall be the most valued and I shall spend the entire night anticipating the moment when I may dance in your arms."

    In reply, Darcy bent and kissed her hand before straightening and asking, "Miss Casterton, may I have the honour of dancing the next with you?"

    "Yes, Mr Darcy, you may," Elizabeth replied; she was surprised when Darcy went on.

    "And may I also have the honour of dancing the supper set, the waltz and the final set with you?" He asked.

    "You may," Elizabeth replied again; she smiled and playfully told him, "There, you see, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

    "No, not difficult at all," Darcy agreed with a chuckle before they once again went to assume their places for the dance.

    Having opened the ball together, Lord Casterton and Emily moved to the side and then observed the younger couple.

    "They seem very happy together," Emily remarked, looking at her friend for his reaction.

    "They are," Lord Casterton replied simply, smiling a tad wistfully.

    "He will be a good husband to her," Emily predicted confidently. "She shall want for nothing."

    "As opposed to the years she spent with me?" Lord Casterton asked; this had been on his mind for some time.

    "You did right by her, Michael," Emily replied softly. "Her affection for you is proof enough of that. But the love and devotion of a father and the love and devotion of a man are very different things; Elizabeth needed to experience the latter and doing so will help her become a fine woman."

    Lord Casterton nodded and then suddenly said, "I'm glad you're here, Emily. I've missed you, and Thomas as well." He sighed and admitted, "I've just missed home in general, really, I suppose. London, I think, is for the young- it certainly isn't for me. I shall be greatly relieved when we return to Willoughby so that I can resume my quiet, untroubled existence- I was perfectly happy there without all of this," he concluded with a gesture encompassing the noise and the dancing and all the people.

    "I've missed you too," Emily replied gently. They shared a smile before resuming their observation of the couples preparing to dance.

    On the other side of the room, Richard was bowing to Mrs Peters. He complimented her on her appearance, asked after her brother and then reminded her of her promise to reserve the second set for him.

    "I remember, Colonel," she assured him calmly, offering him her hand. He led her to stand a few couples down from where Darcy and Elizabeth were stood and she couldn't help observing, "Your cousin and his betrothed appear to be enjoying themselves thus far."

    Richard looked at Darcy and then back at his partner, "They are happy to be together, I think. They originally met whilst Darcy was staying with a friend on the estate neighbouring the Casterton's and I think they both miss the privacy being in the country afforded them."

    "That is very understandable," Mrs Peters replied with a smile. "Any young couple in love is eager for time alone."

    "Yes," Richard agreed. "Though I think they feel the added pressure of being the subject of so much curiosity."

    "Then we should let them be," Mrs Peters suggested; her eyes swept over Richard's form and she asked, "How does it feel to be out of your red coat?"

    "Odd," Richard admitted with a grin.

    "I should imagine. And your leg?" His partner asked gently, "How is it?"

    "Never fear, madam," Richard replied gallantly. "I shan't disgrace us; my cousin Georgie has been helping me practice."

    "I never doubted you for a moment, Colonel," Mrs Peters replied, and Richard believed her. "I simply do not wish for you to overdo."

    "There will be little chance of that," Richard replied unthinkingly; his partner looked at him for an explanation and he sighed as he pointed out, "I shall hardly be a much sought after dance partner, Mrs Peters. Not everyone is as kind and considerate as you."

    "I do not think myself considerate at all, sir, at least not in this instance," Mrs Peters contradicted him. "A charming, engaging, friendly gentleman asked me to dance and I accepted; in doing so I was, if anything, thinking of my own enjoyment which, I think you will agree, is inherently selfish."

    Richard smiling and shook his head, "You are purposefully missing the point, madam. I shall likely limp through half the steps and shan't be able to perform those requiring two hands properly; when combined with the unfortunate state of my face such failings will no doubt make dancing with me something of a chore, rather than a pleasure. That is why you are kind, and why most other ladies here tonight shall be giving me a wide berth."

    Just as the musicians sounded the first notes of the dance, Mrs Peters replied, "Well, I can see that you are determined to set yourself down so I shan't argue with you, though I think you a silly fool."

    Richard, in reaction to her reply, missed a step but everyone watching put it down to his recent injury; his partner of course knew better and smiled cheekily, making Richard grin and eventually laugh as well.

    Elizabeth followed her dances with William by dancing first with Lewis, then with Richard and Alex and then finally with William once more for the supper set. By the time that set concluded she was very much in need of some refreshment and light repast and gratefully allowed William to escort her in to dine; they found her father and Emily and sat down with them, joined by Jane and Bingley and their relations. Sitting down certainly helped Elizabeth regain some of her strength but Darcy could tell, as she conversed with their friends and family, that she had yet to recover completely. When there was a break in conversation he leant closer and enquired as to how she was feeling; she smiled ruefully and replied,

    "I should have known you would notice. I shall be fine soon enough; running around all day with Fred and dancing all evening has simply left me feeling a tad over exerted. And I did not sleep well last night," she admitted quietly to him.

    "Shall we go outside for some fresh air, when the dancing resumes?" Darcy suggested, thinking that the cool night would help revive her.

    Elizabeth agreed it was a fine suggestion before turning back to their companions. Despite her early tiredness she was having a wonderful time and had been agreeably surprised by the lack of unpleasantness so far; she only hoped, with all her fingers crossed, that the rest of the night would be just as enjoyable.

    When everyone had finished eating and began slowly filtering back into the ballroom, Elizabeth and Jane briefly excused themselves to visit the room Maria had set aside for ladies in need of a quiet moment or a bit of a primp. Finding the room empty they moved to one of the mirrors and Elizabeth helped her friend re-pin a section of hair which had come free; whilst she was occupied with her task, with her back to the door, several other ladies entered, speaking amongst themselves.

    "Honestly, where on earth did he find her? Did you hear her at supper?"

    As the other girls laughed maliciously one pointed out, "But Harriet, you must remember she is from the country; you can't expect her to have manners."

    "Do you think it was boredom?" The first girl asked hypothetically. "Mr Darcy is a man after all, with certain needs and Hertfordshire is a long way from any Nunnery. She was probably the only thing on offer," she concluded cattily as her companions gasped and giggled at her daring.

    "They were probably caught in flagrante delicto," another predicted confidently and the others nodded their agreement.

    "Well, I say poor Mr Darcy, though it serves him right for involving himself with someone like her in the first place," the girl called Harriet replied. "No, he shall have to marry her and hope that she keeps her commodity private; god knows her mother's was decidedly public."

    "Harriet, you are awful!" One of her friends exclaimed whilst laughing along with the rest.

    The group quit the room, quite oblivious to the two other occupants, one of whom was shaking with anger and mortification and the other quite distressed by what she had heard. Both Jane and Elizabeth had realized early on that Elizabeth was the lady in question but had been stunned into silence by the preceding conversation and the vulgarity of the accusations made; and they accused Elizabeth of having no manners!

    "Lizzy..." Jane began, her voice shaking. She honestly felt like crying in light of such viciousness.

    "It's alright Jane," Elizabeth replied. "Well, no, it's not alright, it's not alright at all. It's awful, but there's no point getting upset about it. I doubt I shall ever see them again, after all, so what does it matter to me what they think?"

    Whether she was trying to convince herself or her friend, Jane didn't know, but she silently nodded her agreement and waited for Lizzy to say more.

    "We shall just forget the whole thing, Jane," Elizabeth stated firmly. "And not breathe a word of it to anyone else," she added, looking at her friend quickly. "Promise, Jane; I don't want anything to ruin tonight."

    "I promise," Jane replied before adding, "though I think you should tell your father, or Mr Darcy."

    "Why?" Elizabeth challenged. "And what would I say? "A girl named Harriet insulted me"- what good would that do?"

    "But, you're upset," Jane tried to argue but Elizabeth cut her off.

    "I'll be fine. Let's go and find the others," she suggested, giving her friend no chance to argue as she was already heading towards the door.

    Re-entering the ballroom, Elizabeth stood up on her tiptoes and spotted William's tall figure stood beside her father and the rest of the party; indicating their direction to Jane, she began making her way around the dance floor, keeping her eyes down, not wanting to speak to anyone right now. She was almost at her destination when a pair of boots suddenly appeared in front of her and she was forced to stop, looking up, startled. A young man was grinning down at her and before she could apologise for their near collision said,

    "Miss Casterton, I believe?"

    "Yes," Elizabeth sighed. "And you are?"

    "Lord Prentice, Viscount Colmworth," the man replied; Elizabeth recognised the name instantly and visibly stiffened as indignation washed over her.

    "I know this is highly irregular," Lord Prentice went on charmingly, "but I wondered if I could have this next dance?"

    Over his shoulder stood a group of equally young men, all of whom had to stifle laughter upon hearing his request. Elizabeth looked back at Lord Prentice who was regarding her with a confident look and coldly replied, "No."

    His composure slipped for a moment before he recovered and smiled, "Ah, it is taken; the next set then?"

    "No," Elizabeth replied again.

    "Taken as well!" Lord Prentice exclaimed cheerfully; the laughter behind him was audible now. "Then may I request your next available set."

    "You may," Elizabeth granted, "but the answer is still no. In fact, were my dance card entirely empty I still would not agree to dance with you, and you can tell your friends I said so. Good evening."

    Picking up her skirts and hoping Jane was still following, Elizabeth hurried through the remaining people and did not stop until she was at William's side; he of course realised straight away that something was wrong and put his arm around her waist. When she rested her head against his chest and clearly restrained the urge to put her arms around him he exchanged a worried look with her father; both men then asked at the same time, "What happened?"

    Elizabeth silently shook her head as all those gathered looked on with concern; fortunately they were such a large group that they could shield the poor girl from any prying eyes whilst she attempted to recover her composure. Jane eventually arrived, having been caught up in the crowd, and was immediately asked for an explanation; she was torn between telling the truth and keeping her word to her friend but was saved from having to decide by Elizabeth herself saying,

    "I made Jane promise not to tell, so please don't press her."

    "Lizzy," her father began; he stopped when Darcy tipped Elizabeth's chin up so that she looked at him and asked,

    "Shall we go outside for a moment?"

    Elizabeth nodded mutely and Darcy looked at Lord Casterton for his permission; the other man hesitated for a moment before nodding resignedly.

    "Come, love," Darcy quietly said, gently leading Elizabeth away.

    The others remained together, watching the couple go with varying expressions of worry. Bingley hovered over Jane, noticing her own distress, and Emily attempted to assure Lord Casterton that Elizabeth would be fine, that she was probably just upset because someone had said something unkind. Lady Fitzwilliam agreed that this was most likely the case and, recruiting her husband and son, set out to attempt to discover if anyone had seen or heard of anything happening. It did not take them long to hear of how Elizabeth had flatly refused to dance with Lord Prentice, or of the bet the arrogant young Lord had had with his friends which had motivated his request- that he was the one now humiliated seemed just punishment. That incident alone, though, did not seem explanation enough for Elizabeth's distress but the trio could not discover any other reason- they hoped Darcy would have more success.

    Darcy led Elizabeth outside onto the terrace overlooking the garden at the back of the house and found that they were the only couple braving the cold night air and free to speak privately. Conscious of wagging tongues, however, Darcy kept them in full view of the ballroom as they stood side by side at the balustrade. They were silent for a long while, appreciating the relative quiet and admiring the clear night sky; Elizabeth asked the name of a few constellations and Darcy supplied them when he could, pointing to others known to him. When Elizabeth eventually sighed deeply and looked over at him, even in the darkness Darcy could see the sadness in her eyes.

    "Everything was going so well," she lamented with a small smile.

    "What happened?" Darcy asked, his hand resting comfortingly on her back. When Elizabeth shook her head he took half a step closer and pressed, "Please, my love, tell me."

    "It is nothing that I have not heard before," Elizabeth replied eventually. "Just some silly girls saying hurtful things."

    "About what?" Darcy asked quietly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear; she leant into his touch and he softly stroked her cheek.

    "Us anticipating our vows," she replied, "and the likelihood of my being unfaithful to you after our marriage." She turned to look at him suddenly and asked, "Do you know what a "commodity" is?"

    Darcy's startled look was answer enough and Elizabeth smiled mirthlessly. "So that is what they are calling it now," she muttered darkly. "Rest assured, sir, mine shall remain "private" rather than "public"- as I believe the saying goes- contrary to what people seem to expect."

    "Elizabeth..." Darcy replied darkly; he was angry that she had been exposed to such language and speculation, not with her. Unfortunately, that was the impression Elizabeth got.

    "I apologise," she snapped back. "If I have offended your sensibilities. In future I shall remember to keep such abuses to myself to spare your feelings."

    "Stop it," Darcy replied rather brusquely, forcibly drawing her stiff body into his arms. "I am not angry with you; I am upset that you have been abused in such a manner, again."

    "I'm sorry," Elizabeth murmured softly, comforted by the warmth of his arms and his steady heartbeat. Ever conscious of her surroundings, however, she reluctantly stepped away. "I did not mean to snap at you."

    "You have nothing to apologise for," Darcy assured her tenderly, stroking her cheek.

    He smiled tentatively and it warmed Elizabeth's heart to be the subject of such care and devotion; feeling particularly fortunate, she managed a sincere smile for her concerned betrothed who smiled in return and suggested that they should perhaps return to the ballroom.

    "Would you mind very much if I remained out here for a moment longer?" Elizabeth asked.

    "Not at all," Darcy agreed easily. "I shall remain with you; unless you wish to be alone...?" He asked, looking at her uncertainly.

    "Of course with you," Elizabeth assured him before grinning and asking, "Although...would it be terribly cheeky of me if I asked you to fetch me a glass of punch? I am thirsty all of a sudden but do not wish to brave the crowds just yet," she admitted truthfully.

    "Of course," Darcy granted. "I shall return momentarily," he assured her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek and disappearing back inside.

    Elizabeth watched him go before turning to look back out over the garden, attempting to arrange her feelings into some sense of order before she had to return inside and pretend that everything was fine. She was upset, of course, by what she had overheard in the powder room, but oddly enough it was the encounter with Lord Prentice which left her so unsettled; how she wished she had truly given him a piece of her mind! The man- boy, really- was insufferable, abusing her father and then seeking to make her the butt of some cruel joke!

    Quite lost in her indignant musings, Elizabeth did not realise she had been joined out on the balcony until she felt the other persons presence directly behind her; believing it to be William, she turned around with a ready smile on her face only to find another, unknown gentleman, standing there. He was a short, fat man and not at all physically intimidating, but he was still too close for comfort and Elizabeth, with the balustrade pressed against her back, tried to sidestep around him; he followed her movement and she glared at him, absolutely in no mood to be further imposed upon tonight.

    "Sir!" She exclaimed, "If you wouldn't mind!"

    "Wouldn't mind what?" The man slurred and Elizabeth wrinkled her nose in distaste as the smell of alcohol wafted over her.

    "Moving!" Elizabeth demanded; she tried to physically pushing him out of the way and was amazed when the man took her arms and had the gall to suggested,

    "Ah, so keen! Knwe you would be...shall we go somewhere a little more private?"

    Even though the man was clearly drunk, Elizabeth still reacted angrily.

    "What?!" She fairly shouted; she shoved the man aside with surprising strength and escaped from out between him and the balustrade. When she was free she rounded on him and said, "You delude yourself sir- any woman who comes within twenty feet of you has obviously taken leave of her senses, or perhaps misplaced her purse. I have done neither, so you can stay the hell away from me!"

    Elizabeth span on her heel, ready to leave the odious man to himself and return to the ballroom; she stopped upon perceiving a woman standing on the balcony, obviously having heard and witnessed the entire exchange, laughing to herself.

    "Well," the woman stated amusedly, looking at the man. "That certainly told you, Grenfell. Now do run along back inside like a good Earl whilst I talk to Miss Casterton." When Lord Grenfell didn't move the woman narrowed her eyes and warned, "Now, my lord, unless you wish everyone to hear how even the allegedly promiscuous Miss Casterton wanted nothing to do with you."

    Lord Grenfell, as Elizabeth now knew he was, surprisingly did as he was told, stumbling back inside and grumbling to himself all the while; this left Elizabeth and the other woman alone.

    "I do so enjoy a good set down," she admitted with a smile. "Especially when the individual is such a ridiculous excuse for a man."

    Elizabeth looked closely at the other lady and recognition dawned, along with a rising sense of dread as she stated, "You're Mrs Jenkins, aren't you."

    "I see my reputation precedes me," Mrs Jenkins replied, turning fully to look at Elizabeth.

    "As does mine, apparently," Elizabeth wryly noted- how else had Mrs Jenkins known who Lord Grenfell was attempting to proposition?

    "Darling," Mrs Jenkins replied indulgently, "everyone knows who you are."

    "That's a comforting thought," Elizabeth muttered, smiling for some reason. She was greatly surprised when Mrs Jenkins replied,

    "It should be. People are curious about you, Miss Casterton; rather that than decided against you, wouldn't you say? This is your chance to make a favourable impression."

    "I have no desire to perform for society, Mrs Jenkins; I refuse to jump through hoops to please anyone," Elizabeth stated decidedly.

    "Even your darling Mr Darcy?" Mrs Jenkins challenged lightly. "His family has long been of the highest standing in society- within limits, of course. Surely you would wish, as Mr Darcy's wife, to carry on that tradition?"

    "I wish nothing more than to make Mr Darcy happy, and to stay true to myself in the process. Mr Darcy is, after all, marrying me," Elizabeth pointed out confidently. "If he had wanted a society wife, he would have chosen someone else."

    Silence met this pronouncement and Elizabeth worried for a moment that she had said the wrong thing (however true it might have been); Mrs Jenkins surprised her yet again by unexpectedly asking,

    "You've met Mrs Thornton, I believe?"

    "Yes," Elizabeth replied carefully, wondering where this was going.

    "I can't stand her, you know," Mrs Jenkins informed her forthrightly. "And it was particularly gratifying to hear of her humiliation this evening, all on your behalf. That alone disposes me to think well of you."

    "The enemy of my enemy is my friend?" Elizabeth deduced. "How flattering."

    Mrs Jenkins laughed at Elizabeth's sarcasm and admitted, "Furthermore, Miss Casterton, I like you - I always have liked a girl with a bit of backbone- and I shall speak highly of you when asked for my opinion."

    "And even when not asked for it, I should imagine," Elizabeth pointed out dryly; she smiled at Mrs Jenkins surprised look and pointed out, "As you said, your reputation preceded you."

    Mrs Jenkins smiled again and nodded her approval; she glanced back into the ballroom and upon seeing Darcy approaching said, "I believe I shall take my leave of you now before your protector arrives; wouldn't want to ruffle his feathers unnecessarily. Good evening, Miss Casterton."

    "Good evening, Mrs Jenkins," Elizabeth replied, curtseying and watching the other lady disappear back inside with a thoroughly bemused expression.

    When Darcy arrived he apologised for the delay and then noticed her look and asked, "Is everything alright?"

    Elizabeth shook her head slowly and replied, "This has been an unusual evening."

    "And the best is yet to come," Darcy replied cheerfully. "The waltz is next," he added at her confused look.

    "Oh," Elizabeth breathed, her eyes alighting with anticipation.

    "Ready to return, my love?" Darcy asked, offering her his arm.

    "As I'll ever be," Elizabeth replied with a smile. As they entered through the French doors she asked, "Do you know Lord Grenfell?"

    "Yes," Darcy replied, his face a picture of distaste. "Unfortunately. Why?"

    "No reason," Elizabeth replied lightly, thinking that she had best keep the encounter to herself and hope that Mrs Jenkins did the same. The man had been drunk, after all, and she did not want William to do anything rash on her behalf.

    Lord Casterton, who had somewhat anxiously been awaiting his daughters return, was greatly relieved to see her smiling and much her usual self as Darcy brought her back over to their group. She took a moment to speak quietly to Jane (apologising for her sharp words and assuring her friend that all was well) before moving to her father's side.

    "Are you well, my dear?" Lord Casterton asked, watching her closely.

    "I'm fine," Elizabeth assured him calmly. "I just needed a moment. It is a beautiful night out there," she added with a smile.

    Lewis and Maria appeared then, both smiling and happy with how the evening was going, enjoying themselves very much indeed, pleased that their guests all appeared to be enjoying themselves as well. Not wishing to spoil their host's moods, Darcy and Elizabeth and the others kept quiet about the less than pleasant moments they had experienced so far and said all the right things about the evening until Lewis and Maria moved onto the next set of guests.

    "They always were masters at this," Lord Casterton noted affectionately.

    "A leading couple if I ever saw one," Lord Fitzwilliam agreed.

    Hearing the current set coming to an end, Darcy smiled down at Elizabeth and said, "Shall we dance, my love?"

    "I would be delighted," Elizabeth replied, smiling at her father before allowing William to lead her away and onto the dance floor where couples were taking the positions for the waltz.

    As the Fitzwilliam's and the Gardiners and Jane and Bingley followed suit, Lord Casterton glanced nervously at the woman at his side and tentatively asked, "Would you like to waltz with me, Emily?"

    "I would love to, Michael," Emily replied warmly, smiling to herself upon perceiving Lord Casterton's relieved look. "Though I fear am I not very good at it."

    "We shall muddle along together," Lord Casterton assured her and, taking her hand, lead her to the dance floor. He spotted Elizabeth smiling at him with obvious approval and pretended to glare at her in reply before turning his full attention back to his partner.

    "I can't tempt you to try it, Mrs Peters?" Richard asked his companion as they stood together on the sidelines.

    "I am afraid not, Colonel," the lady replied with an embarrassed smile. "I would no doubt make a fool out of myself. Please do not feel that you have to keep me company, though," she added. "If you are inclined to dance."

    "I am perfectly happy to remain here with you," Richard replied honestly before masking the sentiment with a joke as he added, "if only to better observe my cousin and any mistakes he might make. His sister and I have made a little wager, you see," he confided with a grin, "though I did not tell you that."

    "Your secret is safe with me," Mrs Peters assured him and the pair remained where they were, quite content to simply watch.

    "Ready, love?" Elizabeth teased as she took the offered hand and stepped into Darcy's arms. "Remember the steps?"

    "Vaguely," Darcy joked, not entirely untruthfully as he was at that moment more focused on Elizabeth than on what they were about to do. "You look beautiful tonight, Elizabeth," he murmured softly.

    "Thank you," Elizabeth whispered, looking up and into his striking blue eyes. Lost for several moments, she eventually said, "None of it really matters, does it?"

    "None of what?" Darcy asked.

    "What people say or think, what they do; it doesn't matter, as long as we have this," she replied softly.

    Darcy smiled tenderly and agreed, "No, none of it matters."

    Too preoccupied with one another, they very nearly missed the start of the dance and stumbled through the first few steps in their bid to catch up; they shared a smile and laughed lightly at themselves as Richard laughed and vowed to collect his winnings from Georgiana at the first opportunity.

    Continued In Next Section

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