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Chapter 18: With Honest Conversation

Posted on 2008-08-01

Darcy walked distractedly through Netherfield's gardens the following afternoon, his mind recounting his encounter with Elizabeth. Touching his jaw lightly, he remembered how her fingers had felt as their soft tips traced the lines of his face. Darcy had tried unsuccessfully the previous night to put thoughts of Elizabeth from his mind, but he found as the evening progressed, that he was entirely distracted. More than once Miss Bingley caught him staring pensively into the fire, and became annoyed with his inattention to her conversation.

"Really, Mr. Darcy," she had complained. "You are ignoring us completely!"

He had apologized quietly, but no sooner had Miss Bingley began speaking again than his thoughts returned to Elizabeth. He retired early to his chambers with the hope that he could find relief from these unbidden thoughts, only to discover that he saw Elizabeth's face each time he closed his eyes. After several hours, Darcy determined that sleep was not forthcoming, and rose from bed to pen a missive to Colonel Forster requesting to meet with him the following evening. Darcy hoped to warn him of Wickham's past behavior, in the hope that the colonel might aid him in monitoring Wickham's activities in Meryton. As he signed his name to the parchment in front of him, Darcy frowned and remembered Bingley's observation that Wickham was already a favorite among the townspeople. Shaking his head bitterly and sitting back in his chair in exhaustion, Darcy set down his pen and prayed that the colonel would hear his entreaty. As Darcy thought on how much of his history with Wickham he should relate to the colonel, he fell slowly into a fretful sleep.

Rounding the path toward the house and squinting into the sun, Darcy shook his head, remembering his valet's face upon discovering him hunched over the desk that morning. After rising and taking a quiet breakfast, for Bingley's sisters had not yet arrived downstairs, Darcy hid himself away in the library so that he might think on the danger Wickham posed, but was much disappointed when his mind repeatedly turned to Elizabeth. Hoping to abandon thoughts of Elizabeth's eyes sparkling merrily and the mischievous turn of her mouth while teasing him, Darcy fled outside. With greatcoat and walking stick, he ventured out, and lost himself in Netherfield's paths.

Glancing at his watch, Darcy was surprised to find he had wandered aimlessly for nearly three hours, and his hour for meeting with Colonel Forster was quickly approaching. Sighing heavily, he swiped at a bush with his walking stick as he passed by it, sending its branches quivering, and several of its mottled red leaves fluttering to the ground. Turning his frustrated gaze to the sky, Darcy admitted to himself that he had still formed no firm resolve regarding Elizabeth.

‘What is there to resolve upon?' his mind exclaimed. ‘Surely you cannot be entertaining any thoughts of forming any serious design on her?'

Shaking his head in wonder and raking his hand through his hair, Darcy seated himself on a stone bench, but quickly realized it was the same bench where he had sat with Elizabeth. Placing his hand against the cool stone, he remembered Elizabeth's voice quietly relating the story of her illness. Though he listened to the tale wretchedly, and felt the deep ache of pity descending upon him, he developed a profound respect for her as he remembered her remarkable abilities; her intelligence, playing, kindness, and lively spirit, all of which were developed or retained despite the sadness she faced four years ago. Smiling softly, Darcy closed his eyes, and putting his walking stick aside, rested his head in his hands. He listened intently as the brisk November breeze picked up, rattling the leaves that remained on the branches above him as it whistled past his ears. He heard the boughs of the old oaks creak and moan, bending against the strength of the wind. Inhaling deeply, he smelled the musty dampness of the earth beneath his boots and the dry scent of the fallen leaves he knew surrounded him. Darcy remained like this for some time, allowing the sounds and scents of his surroundings to wash over him.

‘Elizabeth,' he thought, remembering the vision of her playing the pianoforte; her fingers striking the keys, while a small smile graced her face.

Opening his eyes slowly, Darcy raised his head and looked around him. He winced at the brightness of the landscape as his eyes took in the golden glow that shown through the trees with the late day sun. Looking back to the spot beside him where Elizabeth had sat, Darcy admitted to himself that he felt a profound sense of peace in her presence; a feeling he had not felt for some time, and after the previous summer, thought he might never experience again. Yet as much pleasure as this realization brought him, it confused him greatly.

‘Whatever am I to do?' he asked himself seriously.

Regardless of his attraction to Elizabeth, he forced himself to recognize the very great difference that existed between them. Her father's estate and wealth was nothing compared to his, and though this mattered little to Darcy, his family would not be so forgiving. While Lady Catherine demanded he marry his cousin, his other family expected he would marry a woman of property and consequence. Gazing down at his hands and turning his ring thoughtfully, Darcy admitted that Elizabeth possessed neither of these attributes. Though he was displeased by Miss Bingley's constant reminders that two of the Bennets' relations were in trade, he could not ignore them, and felt certain his family would not either.

Sighing deeply, he recognized that while these arguments against Elizabeth as an acceptable choice seemed insurmountable, one obstacle was even greater; her blindness. Darcy despised spending evenings in company while in Town, and rarely attended the large parties of the ton, because he knew their potential for cruelty. Though good souls could be found among them, the majority scoffed at outsiders, and barred from their presence anyone whose manner, dress, or familial history they found wanting. For their company, he cared little, but he reluctantly admitted the value of his name would be integral when Georgiana came out into society in a few years time. Unfortunately, marriage to Elizabeth would limit, if not eliminate, opportunities for Georgiana to be received in Town, and Darcy felt himself unprepared to take that risk.

Tearing his frustrated stare from his hands, Darcy looked out over the lawn. His unhappy gaze fell on Bingley's dog racing toward the house, and Darcy laughed softly as he recalled Elizabeth petting the animal happily. Despite the objections to Elizabeth, he could not deny that he missed her heartily when she was not near him, and felt that her opinion was among those he valued most. He knew that someone with Elizabeth's vivacity and easy manner would be just the person to return Georgiana's spirits, and he thought how much his sister would be delighted with Elizabeth's playing. Smiling slightly, Darcy admitted that to be loved by Elizabeth Bennet, would be something very great indeed.

Darcy started at this last thought, and his dark eyes widened in surprise, for it was the first time he acknowledged how deeply he had come to care for her, and that he wished she would return his affection. Shaking his head in an effort to clear his mind, and releasing the breath he had been holding, Darcy stood from his seat. As he moved to retrieve his walking stick, he noticed his hand quake slightly with the force of his realization, and taking it up, he gripped it tightly in an effort to quiet his racing heart. After willing his breathing to slow, he pulled his watch from the pocket of his waistcoat, and noting the time, began walking toward the house so that he might prepare to meet with Colonel Forster.

Entering the house, Darcy laid his walking stick aside and thanked the butler who helped him out of his greatcoat. Just as he turned to ascend the stairs, he heard Miss Bingley's voice greeting him, and he cringed at the sound.

"Mr. Darcy!" she exclaimed happily as she swept into the hall. "We have been looking everywhere for you!"

Darcy bowed slightly and said, "Forgive me, madam. I was touring the park. I am certain I informed your brother of it."

Ignoring his declaration, Miss Bingley smiled as she approached him and declared, "You were gone for so long, Mr. Darcy. You must be an excellent walker."

"I am no great walker," he stated simply, thinking how he might escape above stairs.

Looking at him admiringly, Miss Bingley professed that he must be and continued, "My brother tells me you will not be with us for dinner this evening. We shall miss your company terribly."

"Then you have my most sincere apologies," Darcy said politely.

Assuring her that he had some urgent business to attend to before his departure, he bowed slightly and walked quickly to the stairs. When Darcy reached the landing, he heard Miss Bingley sigh in exasperation before retreating to the parlor to rejoin her sister. Shaking his head at her unwavering pursuit of him, he continued toward his chamber. As Darcy passed a footman outside his room, he asked that his valet be sent to him immediately. Only when Darcy closed his door firmly behind him did he allow his thoughts to return to Elizabeth. He leaned his head against the heavy wood of the door and sighed deeply. Realizing he would meet with her at the ball in two days time, he shook his head in frustration.

‘How can I be in her presence now?' he asked sadly, his hands pressing against the door in frustration.

Unable to answer such a question, Darcy shut his eyes tightly and thought on what action he might take. His reason urged him to return to London as soon as possible, regardless of the ball, but he suddenly heard Elizabeth's light laughter and saw her green eyes flashing in challenge. Smiling slightly, he acknowledged that the thought of leaving Hertfordshire and Elizabeth's company made him ache. These thoughts were interrupted by the light knocking of his valet, and straightening himself, Darcy moved back from the door to bid him enter.

His valet entered quickly, and immediately busied himself with readying his master's riding clothes. As his valet bustled about behind him, Darcy stared intently into the fire, watching the flames whirling wildly as his mind turned rapidly in confusion. He immediately dismissed the thought of leaving for London, feeling he could not leave without an explanation or without insulting Bingley by departing before the ball.

‘Besides,' he thought unhappily. ‘I would not see her harmed in any way, least of all by me.'

Unbuttoning his waistcoat distractedly and accepting the dark green one offered to him by his valet, Darcy thought, ‘I must take care to conquer this.'

Accepting the riding boots his valet held out, Darcy turned to prepare himself for his meeting with Colonel Forster.

Had Elizabeth known the thoughts or struggles of the gentleman at Netherfield, she would have been much comforted. Instead she repeatedly admonished herself for her behavior. Her initial elation over the discovery that Mr. Darcy was not engaged gave way to mortification, for she could not believe she had been so bold as to trace his face. It was a practice she only employed on her family and Charlotte, those in her circle she conversed with daily and cared for deeply. Elizabeth could not determine what possessed her touch Mr. Darcy's face, but she felt certain he would despise her for it.

‘Thoughtless,' she scolded herself. ‘Entirely thoughtless! What must he think of me now?'

Feeling herself unequal to the task of remaining with her family following dinner, Elizabeth had retreated to her room. She paced agitatedly, her mind recounting his words as he departed.

"Miss Elizabeth, it was a pleasure to see you again," he had said.

Elizabeth thought that he did not sound displeased or disgusted with her, but reasoned his composure was undoubtedly because he was far too much of a gentleman to act otherwise. Sighing in frustration, Elizabeth fell heavily onto her bed. Closing her eyes, she could not help but remember the strength of his jaw and the noble arch of his brow. Smiling softly, Elizabeth admitted Jane was correct; Mr. Darcy was indeed handsome. Opening her eyes and furrowing her brow unhappily, she realized that the means by which she discovered this fact may have materially damaged her in his estimation. Undoubtedly he found her behavior untoward and disturbing, as so many others would.

‘Nothing you have ever done has alarmed or unsettled him,' her mind whispered. ‘He has been your friend.'

Elizabeth admitted reluctantly the truth in this thought, but worried that she had altered their friendship irrevocably. She felt sure that he would not be comfortable in her presence after such an event, and prayed that he would not discourage his friend from visiting Jane in order to avoid meeting with her. These troubling thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking at her door.

"Come in," Elizabeth called.

Jane entered the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Sitting beside her sister, Jane asked, "Are you well, Lizzy? You were not yourself at dinner."

Elizabeth groaned in frustration and stood from her seat, for she was tired of the question and felt unable to answer it truthfully. Moving toward the window, she placed her forehead against the cool glass and closed her eyes.

‘I am not myself,' she thought bitterly. ‘I am acting as impulsively and childishly as Lydia.'

Sighing softly, Elizabeth replied, "I am well, Jane, if only a little tired."

Jane's brow furrowed slightly, feeling certain that something occurred the previous day to unsettle Elizabeth in such a way. Realizing her sister was unprepared to discuss whatever it might be, Jane attempted to distract her.

"Papa has retreated to his library," she began gently. "And Mama is entertaining Mr. Collins in the drawing room. Will you come with me to speak with our father?"

Elizabeth turned toward her sister, and realizing she had nearly forgotten their resolve to speak with him regarding Mr. Wickham, she quickly assented. Jane smiled and thanked her, and the two sisters returned downstairs.

Darcy quietly thanked the young maid for his hat and riding crop before stepping out into the night air. The young maid wished him a good evening, and closed the door quietly behind him.

Looking back at the door, Darcy shook his head and whispered harshly, "Foolish man."

Making his way to his horse, Darcy thought unhappily on his meeting with Colonel Forster. When he arrived he had been pleased to discover that Colonel Forster had spent the better part of his day visiting the merchants of Meryton, and ascertaining how much, if anything, Wickham owed them. Though he did owe a fair amount at the inn, Colonel Forster reflected that most of the young soldiers did as well, and the rest of Wickham's debts were not substantial enough to cause him any worry.

Stroking his horse's nose and remembering this, Darcy scoffed and said, "They will be!"

Darcy mounted his horse, and once settled in his saddle, rode swiftly toward Netherfield. Leaving the main road, he cut across a field and felt the tall reeds slapping furiously against his boots as he raced away from Meryton. Darcy was unsettled and disappointed, for though he informed Colonel Forster of Wickham's transgressions, leaving out only that the young woman of fortune Wickham attempted to elope with was Georgiana, the colonel seemed unaffected.

"Is it not possible, Mr. Darcy," Colonel Forster had reasoned, "that Mr. Wickham seeks to reestablish himself by entering my regiment? He has done no harm in Hertfordshire. Certainly he has a fondness for cards, but all the young men nowadays do."

Darcy had quickly disagreed, but before he could argue, the good colonel continued.

"I thank you for your warnings, Mr. Darcy, and I will think on them thoroughly, but at the present time, I can see no reason to restrict Mr. Wickham's activity or remove him from duty. To do so without cause or proof of present misconduct would be slanderous," Colonel Forster declared seriously.

As Darcy rose to depart, he urged Colonel Forster to write to his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, so that he might verify Wickham's history. The colonel agreed, and promised he would also monitor Wickham's debts while in Meryton. Darcy proceeded to the front hall, but halted when the colonel addressed him a final time.

"I must speak truthfully, Mr. Darcy," he had begun. "I find Mr. Wickham to be a fine young man. Though I do not doubt you, I believe he has reformed himself. If that is the case, he should be commended for his efforts."

"Foolish man!" Darcy bit out again as he raced swiftly across the field, remembering Colonel Forster's final resolve.

In Darcy's experience, Wickham had never reformed himself, and most likely, never would. From their earliest acquaintance, Wickham was a petulant child, but his pleasing manner caused all those around him to indulge him. Darcy was thrown into Wickham's company quite often as a child, and he was soon drawn to Wickham's adventurous nature, becoming happy to call him a friend. At one time, Darcy had been jealous of Wickham's easiness in company, but by the time they had reached Cambridge, Wickham's behavior was dissolute. Darcy determined there was nothing in his old friend's nature that he envied or wished to emulate, and Darcy worked tirelessly to shield his family from Wickham's behavior. Darcy's own father could not see Wickham for what he was, and Darcy respected his father far too much to reveal what Wickham had become. Only after the previous summer did Darcy recognize the possible consequences of such secrecy, and admonished himself daily for allowing such harm to come to Georgiana. With honest conversation, he could have prevented it, but his pride and misguided sense of loyalty to the friendship he once shared with Wickham kept him from speaking openly.

Now, as he neared Netherfield and saw the torches along its drive burning brightly, Darcy felt utterly defeated.

‘Bingley was right,' he thought bitterly. ‘The entire town is enchanted by Wickham.'

Dismounting, and listening to his horse's heavy breathing, Darcy apologized quietly for running it so hard. After stroking its strong neck lightly, he handed the reins to the groom and ascended the stairs to Netherfield's entrance. He determined to speak with Bingley immediately so that they might discuss what else, if anything, could possibly be done with regard to Wickham.

Elizabeth knocked lightly on the door to her father's library. On hearing him bid them enter, Elizabeth slowly moved toward her usual seat. Jane closed the door quietly behind them, and took a seat near the fire.

"Jane, Lizzy," Mr. Bennet greeted happily. "What brings you here? Keen to escape your cousin's descriptions of Rosings?"

He waggled his eyebrows and laughed softly to himself. Elizabeth smiled at her father's joke, and admitted there was some truth in it. Turning toward Jane, she nodded slightly and Jane addressed their father.

"We would speak with you, Papa," Jane began gently, "about Lydia and Kitty."

Mr. Bennet looked at his eldest girls, and his brow creasing slightly, asked, "Whatever have they done now?"

"They have not done anything, Papa," Elizabeth answered. "We are only concerned for their unguarded behavior when in company of the regiment."

"Ah, yes, the soldiers," Mr. Bennet said as he reclined comfortably in his chair. "I find it absolutely fascinating that a camp full of soldiers can cause such upheaval."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, but said seriously, "As fascinating as it may be, sir, you must check their behavior."

Jane nodded her agreement as Elizabeth continued, "Though Mama indulges their wildness and sees no fault in it, we feel we must make you aware of the evils that have already arisen because of it."

"Already arisen?" Mr. Bennet asked curiously. "Come now, Lizzy. Have they already frightened away one of your lovers?"

Elizabeth blushed at her father's joke, and Jane quickly declared, "We speak of general evils, not particular evils, Papa."

"I see," Mr. Bennet said simply.

Breathing deeply, Elizabeth composed herself and asserted, "Surely you must see that their behavior calls the respectability of our family into question. Kitty follows wherever Lydia leads, regardless of how foolish the adventure, and together, they will disgrace all their sisters."

Jane looked at her father gravely and studied his reaction. Mr. Bennet looked on skeptically, feeling that his youngest daughters, though foolish, would never act in a way that deserved serious reproach.

"It is only childish silliness, my dears," Mr. Bennet declared gently. "Kitty and Lydia will soon grow out of it."

Realizing her father was unconvinced by their entreaty, Elizabeth declared, "Silliness it may be, Papa, but such naivety can easily be taken advantage of."

Jane nodded slightly and added, "And we have reason to believe there is one in Colonel Forster's ranks that would do so."

Mr. Bennet's brow rose in surprise and he asked, "Whatever do you mean Jane?"

Elizabeth turned toward her father and said, "Jane is right, Papa. We have heard a report that one man in the regiment is not to be trusted, and unfortunately, Kitty and Lydia are quite taken with him."

Rising from his seat and moving toward the fireplace, Mr. Bennet stated firmly, "Tell me everything, Lizzy."

Mr. Bennet listened in wonder as Elizabeth related Mr. Darcy's history with Mr. Wickham. Though she had felt uncertain about doing so, she even informed her father of Mr. Wickham's near-elopement with Miss Darcy.

"It is shocking that a person could act so heartlessly toward someone they once considered a friend," Elizabeth finished quietly.

Jane watched her father's color heighten as he paced anxiously across the hearth. She recognized in this action, her father's agitation; a habit he shared with Elizabeth.

Turning to his daughters, Mr. Bennet said seriously, "This report is disturbing indeed. May I ask how you heard of it?"

Jane looked toward Elizabeth in alarm and Elizabeth blushed furiously as she admitted, "Mr. Darcy told me, sir."

Mr. Bennet looked at his second eldest in surprise and asked, "Mr. Darcy told you such a history? However did that come about?"

Elizabeth turned her face toward the ground and declared, "I suppose he noticed our sisters' partiality toward Mr. Wickham when we all met in Meryton and sought to put me on my guard."

"All of us on our guard," Jane added clumsily.

Mr. Bennet nodded distractedly, surprised by the acquaintance that had formed between Elizabeth and the serious young man from Derbyshire. Unsure of what to make of it, he studied Elizabeth intently, noting the slight blush that graced her cheeks.

‘She has been distracted as of late,' Mr. Bennet thought.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, he realized he had far more pressing matters to contend with.

"I have no doubt of the sincerity in Mr. Darcy's informing you of this unhappy business," Mr. Bennet declared. "He would not have related such a story, especially one which involved his sister so intimately, so easily, unless he felt it imperative."

Elizabeth turned hopefully toward her father, comforted that he seemed willing to believe Mr. Darcy. She remained silent as her father continued.

"Indeed, Mr. Darcy appears to be a sensible young man," Mr. Bennet said as he walked back and forth in front of his daughters. "I cannot imagine a gentleman as sedate as him would embellish on anything."

Mr. Bennet laughed softly at this, and shaking his head, declared, "I will speak with your sisters tomorrow. Regardless of which young man is telling the truth, I have allowed Lydia and Kitty far too much freedom."

Jane and Elizabeth stood from their seats and quickly thanked their father before leaving to return above stairs.

Elizabeth pressed her father's hand gently and said quietly, "Thank you, Papa."

Mr. Bennet smiled softly and returned the pressure of her hand before bidding them both a good night. As Jane closed the door firmly behind them, Mr. Bennet stared intently into the fire. His thoughts returned to the mysterious Mr. Darcy, the man all of Hertfordshire seemed to despise, but his eldest daughters seemed not to fear in the least. Resolving to observe the young man closely when they were next in company, Mr. Bennet returned to his desk.

‘I will have to challenge him to a match after all,' he thought pleasantly as he opened the book he had put aside when his daughters joined him.

As expected, the youngest Miss Bennets were heartily displeased when their father announced the following afternoon that they were no longer to travel into Meryton with the sole purpose of visiting the regiment, and could only visit the colonel's residence when invited by Mrs. Forster.

Elizabeth smiled in approval when her father added, "And you will limit your conversations with them at the ball. I will not have Mr. Bingley's guests thinking my daughters the silliest creatures in the country, though they might be."

Catherine wept unhappily and coughed nervously as Lydia loudly bemoaned her father's unjust declarations.

"It is not fair, Papa!" she exclaimed heatedly. "Mama, tell him it is not fair!"

Lydia turned to her mother dejectedly, and Mrs. Bennet patted her hand gently saying, "Surely your father does not mean it. He is only teasing us."

Mr. Bennet's mouth set firmly, and he declared, "I assure you, Mrs. Bennet, I am being completely serious."

Mrs. Bennet looked toward her husband in alarm and asked, "Would you ruin all of your daughters' chances for marrying?"

Mr. Bennet smiled slightly and answered, "I do not see my demanding a little sense and decorum from my youngest daughters as ruining their chances at future happiness."

Mrs. Bennet threw her fork to plate and joined her daughters in their complaints. Jane quietly thanked Mr. Bennet, and turned to Mr. Collins, who had been attempting for some minutes to gain her attention.

Mr. Collins smiled widely and declared, "I shall hope to be honored with your hand some time during the evening, Cousin Jane."

Jane paled slightly and nodded her assent, but was prevented from speaking, for Mr. Collins continued with alacrity.

"Indeed, Mr. Bennet, I hope to be honored with the hands of all your fair daughters during the course of the evening," he announced loudly. "While a clergyman has little opportunity to dance, I must admit, though I do not wish to flatter myself, that I am a fine dancer."

Mr. Bennet smiled broadly and declared happily, "That is very good of you, Mr. Collins. My youngest daughters will be especially in need of partners since they are not permitted to dance with the officers."

At this announcement, Lydia wailed loudly and Catherine sniffled hopelessly into her napkin. Mr. Collins looked at his young cousins in alarm, for he could not begin to comprehend the depth of their despair in hearing themselves barred from the regiment's company.

Mr. Bennet, however, seemed unaffected and smiled pleasantly, stating, "I am certainly looking forward to the evening. Are not you, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth shook her head to admonish her father's good humor at such a time, but could not keep herself from smiling. She was surprised when Lydia addressed the company.

"I cannot see why Lizzy should be pleased to go, Papa," she said unhappily as she swiped at her tear-stained cheeks. "She cannot even dance."

Jane reared angrily on her youngest sister and pinched her arm harshly to silence her bitter complaints. Elizabeth's eyes flashed with annoyance, and she turned toward her sister.

"I can dance, Lydia, as you well know," Elizabeth said evenly.

Lydia snorted thoughtlessly and added, "But not in company. However would you manage that, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth was silenced by this and turned her attention to her plate. She could not deny the truth in Lydia's statement. While she would know the steps and music by heart, Elizabeth could not join Mr. Bingley's guests in the amusement, for one misstep by someone in the company could cause her to stumble, and Elizabeth would not risk the embarrassment.

"I shall not be dancing either, Elizabeth," Mary declared seriously. "I cannot think of a more frivolous form of entertainment."

Lydia let out an exasperated sigh as Elizabeth patted Mary's hand in thanks. With the ball only a day away, her anxiety of being in the company of strangers increased greatly. Jane and Charlotte had promised to remain with her throughout the evening, but Elizabeth quickly informed them that she would not have them pass up any opportunities merely to satisfy her own comfort. She believed she could conduct herself calmly in front of the company, but felt herself not yet prepared to meet with Mr. Darcy.

Sighing slightly, Elizabeth imagined him dressed elegantly in black evening attire, his crisp white collar touching his strong jaw and his hair falling carelessly across his forehead. Though she tried repeatedly, she could not rid herself of such thoughts, and she hoped desperately that he would still greet her as a friend.

On the morning of Mr. Bingley's ball, Miss Bingley walked among the many tables in her dining room, assessing the bright linens and shined silver. She straightened a few pieces of china, and smiled in satisfaction as her eyes scanned the lightly lit room. When several footmen entered with urns filled with flowers, Miss Bingley inspected the jewel-toned blooms before directing them to place them on the tables across the room.

Following closely behind them, she called loudly, "Remember service should begin promptly at eight, Thomas."

One of the footmen bowed to acknowledge her order, and departed quickly so that he might speak with the kitchen staff. Miss Bingley meandered through the rows of tables, and looked up when she heard her brother and sister enter.

"Caroline, you have most certainly outdone yourself," Bingley exclaimed happily. "I cannot even recognize this room!"

Miss Bingley smiled smugly and said, "Thank you, Charles. It is always such a dark room. I wish you would spend some of your money to make changes to it. The windows are absolutely dreadful."

His smile not faltering, Bingley answered, "When it is my own home, I will, but until then I feel it will suffice."

Miss Bingley pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, and turned her attention to a particular arrangement of flowers as her brother seated himself at a table nearby.

"I suppose the future Mrs. Bingley should also have a hand in decorating," he continued, good humor filling his voice. "Is it not important to allow the lady of the house a say in its style?"

Mrs. Hurst laughed lightly at her brother and declared, "Indeed it is, Charles. In fact, you will have very little say in it at all."

Bingley shrugged slightly and smiled broadly, exclaiming, "And nor should I wish to! I have a frightful understanding of what is fashionable."

Mrs. Hurst shook her head, a small smile gracing her face, as Miss Bingley said seriously, "Of course the woman you choose, Charles, will most likely have a property of her own."

Bingley's smile fell slightly and his brow furrowed as he asked, "She will?"

Miss Bingley paused in her assessment of a deep red blossom, and turning toward her brother, declared, "It would be best, Charles."

Looking toward Mrs. Hurst, she gave her a look that urged her to join the conversation. Mrs. Hurst nodded slightly, and sat down quickly beside her brother.

"Indeed, Charles," Mrs. Hurst said as she took his hand. "You will certainly want a wife of some property and consequence in society."

"Listen to Louisa," Miss Bingley rejoined. "While we are comfortable in society, it would do no harm to widen the circle of our acquaintance to more established families."

Bingley glanced at each of his sisters and removed his hand from Mrs. Hurst's grasp. Gazing down at the floor, he was displeased by Miss Bingley's next declaration.

"Your nature is far too good and easy, Charles," she asserted. "You must take heed, or you will give hope to a young lady who is far from suitable for you."

Bingley looked up in surprise, and frowning unhappily, stood from his seat.

"Thank you for your concern, dear sisters," he said quietly before he turned and left the room.

Once the sound of his footsteps in the marble corridor outside died away, Mrs. Hurst turned toward her sister and asked, "Do you believe that did any good, Caroline?"

Miss Bingley looked after her brother's retreating form and declared, "We shall know this evening, Louisa."

Elizabeth walked slowly through the field, running her fingers along the rough and gnarled wood of the fence that stretched next to her. She rarely took this walk, for it was far from the view of the house and she needed to depend on the old fence to find her way. It wound along the border of her father's property, and though the seclusion of it had often intimidated her, its peaceful and undisturbed atmosphere suited her needs just now, for Longbourn was entirely in uproar.

Elizabeth shook her head, remembering Lydia and Catherine's clamoring about above stairs; searching for and arguing over slippers and gloves. Her mother followed them about, fussing over the arrival of their gowns and insisting they change though the ball was still hours away. Jane, who had always been a calm and rational creature, was surprisingly nervous. She had retreated to the kitchen with Hill in order to escape her mother's fretting, so that she herself might calm down, while Mary sequestered herself in the parlor, playing as loudly as possible on the pianoforte in an attempt to drown out the cries and pounding footsteps of her younger sisters.

Elizabeth smiled softly, recalling how her father had fled the house early that morning to visit Sir William Lucas, and he had not yet returned.

‘Intelligent man,' Elizabeth thought, laughing quietly at her father's habitual dislike of anything that disturbed the tranquility of his small estate.

He could not have been pleased when he discovered he was soon followed by Mr. Collins, who was so troubled by Lydia's talk of laces and stockings at breakfast that he could no longer remain in the house. His absence suited Elizabeth perfectly, for since his arrival, he had often insisted on being in her company, reflecting that it was his ‘duty as a clergyman' to bring comfort to someone such as herself. The previous evening, he had been most adamant about escorting her to supper, insisting that it was no trouble at all.

"Truly, cousin Elizabeth," he had said gently. "You need not be ashamed of accepting my arm. I am most sympathetic to your plight, and applaud your efforts to retain some semblance of independence. Is it not my obligation as a man of God to be of use to you?"

Elizabeth had forced a smile at Jane's gentle request, and politely thanked her cousin before accepting his arm.

As he walked with her to the dining room, Elizabeth asked, "Are you certain her ladyship would approve of your attending the ball, Mr. Collins?"

Mr. Collins turned toward her in alarm, panicked by the prospect of displeasing Lady Catherine, and asked, "Why ever would she disapprove?"

Elizabeth declared with great concern, "You have said that a clergyman has very little opportunity to dance. I had only wondered if your church would disapprove of the amusement."

Mr. Collins nodded slightly as he considered her words, but soon smiled and said, "Your thoughtfulness is appreciated, dear cousin, but I believe her ladyship would not be offended by my attending a ball of this type. Indeed, Lady Catherine is so magnanimous that I feel certain she would encourage me to attend!"

Elizabeth groaned, remembering how she had unintentionally given Mr. Collins an invitation to speak of Lady Catherine's benevolence for a full half hour. Smiling wryly, she anticipated hearing from Jane if Mr. Collins was as proficient a dancer as he had claimed.

"At least he will not insist on dancing with me," Elizabeth thought cheerfully, stopping and leaning her elbows on the upper rail of the fence.

Elizabeth's own anxieties over attending the ball had lessened, replaced with the growing anticipation of meeting again with Mr. Darcy. She had resolved to remain composed, and allowing his behavior to be her guide, hoped that she would have the opportunity to apologize for her behavior the other day. Though Elizabeth knew she should feel nothing but remorse, she could not. She could envision him more vividly, and imagined him among the guests at Mr. Bingley's ball; a fine figure moving among the crowd.

Elizabeth sighed, and shaking her head, whispered, "Such thoughts will only bring you pain, Elizabeth."

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the brisk breeze as it reddened her cheeks, its coolness calming her unsettled mind. Smiling at the gentle rustling of the tall reeds, she opened her eyes when she heard the approaching sound of a horse.

A day's time was not enough to abate Darcy's disappointment over Colonel Forster's response to his warnings. As a man who had rarely been refused anything, and whose word was often trusted above others, Darcy felt slighted. Only now did Darcy recognize the frightening power of Wickham's appearance of goodness, and the effect of his own reticence and discomfort in company. The colonel's dismissal of Darcy's fears regarding Wickham proved to Darcy that the people of Hertfordshire would not trust him so easily. When he arrived back at Netherfield, he immediately sought out Bingley and related his meeting with the colonel.

"I cannot believe he so easily ignored your warnings, Darcy!" Bingley had exclaimed in wonder.

Darcy shook his head and said sadly, "I fear it is my own fault, Bingley. I have given no one in Hertfordshire a reason to trust my word above Wickham's."

Bingley rose from his seat, and pacing anxiously in front of the fire in his study, asserted, "But you have not been unkind. I cannot see why they would distrust you."

"I have not been kind either, Bingley," Darcy added quietly.

Bingley looked as if he wished to argue, but realizing the truth in his friend's statement, sat heavily upon the seat across from Darcy.

"I will ban the man from my house," Bingley said seriously.

Darcy laughed lightly and declared, "You cannot ban the colonel simply because he ignores my advice, Bingley."

"I did not mean Colonel Forster," Bingley replied. "I shall not have Wickham in my house. I will see that Caroline rescinds his invitation immediately."

Darcy smiled at his friend in thanks, but said, "I appreciate your loyalty, my friend, but the invitation was for Colonel Forster's entire regiment. To not include Wickham in it when he is so universally liked would be unwise indeed."

Bingley frowned in disappointment and mumbled, "Then I pray he does not come. He must know you will be in attendance. Perhaps we will be lucky, and he will not attend so as to avoid any unpleasantness."

Rising from his seat, for he was growing tired, Darcy declared, "We can only hope, Bingley. Should he come though, I promise I will do nothing that will embarrass you."

Bingley smiled slightly and said seriously, "You could only embarrass me, old man, if you insist on not dancing, and instead stand about in that stupid silent manner of yours."

Darcy laughed at the memory of his friend's words as he lightly urged his horse into a swifter gallop. He had escaped from Netherfield before luncheon, for Miss Bingley had insisted several times that he join her in the dining room to provide her with his opinions regarding the tables.

"You simply must help me, Mr. Darcy," she had said, smiling brightly up at him. "Charles is not helpful at all, and I am certain you have far better taste than him."

Darcy shivered slightly, remembering how she had clung to his arm. He had no doubt that Miss Bingley would solicit his company that evening, and assure her guests of the closeness of her relationship with the Darcy family. Out of loyalty to his friend and politeness, Darcy had engaged her hand for a set though he wished heartily that he might dance with another.

‘Elizabeth,' he thought, a small smile appearing on his face.

Though he had been unsettled by their previous meeting and his thoughts following it, he could not deny that he wished nothing more than to see her again. Regardless of how much he attempted to quiet his desire for her, he could not be rid of it, and something made him feel as if he did not want to be. Despite his efforts, he could not help but look forward to seeing her that evening, and imagined how well she would look in her gown.

"Stop it," he whispered, admonishing himself for his thoughts. "You will never make it through the evening if you think like that!"

Urging his horse forward, he watched the landscape blur around him, his speed making the trees and field almost indistinguishable. He knew not where he rode, but lost himself in the fields that bordered Netherfield's land. Darcy looked out over the reeds ahead of him, and noticing he approached a rugged fence, slowed his horse to a trot. Darcy guided his horse next to it, and as he wondered if the height might be too much to jump, he noticed a form on the opposite side of the fence not far from him. Shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun, he noticed quickly that it was Elizabeth.

Darcy started at the realization, and for a moment hesitated in approaching her, but his want to speak with her again overcame his worry. Directing his horse forward, Darcy greeted her quietly.

"Good day, Miss Bennet," he said evenly.

Elizabeth drew a sharp breath at hearing the voice of the subject of her thoughts. Smiling nervously, she curtseyed lightly.

"Good day, sir," she declared, willing her voice to remain steady. "It is a fine day, is it not?"

Darcy nodded and said, "It is indeed."

Elizabeth listened to him dismount and approach her, and she smiled broadly when she felt his presence in front of her.

Hoping his greeting her was a sign that he was not affronted during their previous meeting, she stated happily, "You are very far from Netherfield, Mr. Darcy."

Realizing he had missed her voice acutely, Darcy smiled and answered, "And you are very far from Longbourn, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth sighed heavily and admitted, "Though I am pleased your friend is having a ball, I find the preparations for it very overwhelming."

Darcy smiled slightly and confessed, "I am overwhelmed by them as well, Miss Bennet."

He was delighted to see her arch her brow mischievously before asking, "Forgive me, Mr. Darcy, but are a man's preparations as great as a woman's?"

Darcy shook his head and declared, "They are not, Miss Bennet, but Miss Bingley's most certainly are."

Elizabeth smiled at his good humor and was delighted when he said dryly, "I felt myself very intimidated by all her talk of linens, and her asking me if I preferred ivory to white."

Elizabeth laughed openly at this, smiling at the image it evoked, and said, "I am certain it will be a very pleasant evening."

Darcy looked to her face and said quietly, "I believe it will, Miss Bennet."

The two fell silent and Darcy took the opportunity to tie his horse's rein to the post beside him. Returning to Elizabeth, he stood facing her as he studied her silently.

Taking a deep breath and removing his hat, he declared, "Miss Bennet, I would apologize for the abruptness of my admission the other day."

Elizabeth's brow creased in confusion, and she said seriously, "There is nothing to apologize for, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy looked at her face, and noted that the color had returned to her cheeks and the paleness he had noticed the other day had vanished.

Gripping the rail with both hands and looking toward the ground, Darcy answered, "I had spoken briefly with Wickham, and when he told me of his telling you I was engaged to my cousin, Anne, I could not let you believe such a thing."

Elizabeth blushed slightly and said, "I should have known not to give credence to Mr. Wickham's words so easily."

Darcy paled slightly, and looked quickly toward Elizabeth, saying, "You believed him then."

Turning her face toward the ground, Elizabeth declared, "I confess I did."

Darcy nodded slightly, feeling his anger toward Wickham burn within him, and stated evenly, "I am sorry he imposed upon you in such a way, Miss Bennet."

Hearing the irritation in his voice, Elizabeth quickly added, "He had imposed upon me, but he did not injured me. I do not know what he sought by making such a claim."

Darcy straightened and turned to lean his back against the rail. Crossing his arms and looking at Elizabeth over his shoulder, he declared, "Mr. Wickham is very much aware of my aunt's desire for a marriage between myself and my cousin."

Elizabeth bit her lip fretfully at this intelligence, believing it to reveal the possibility that someday he would marry his cousin if his family wished it. She remained silent, and pushing herself away from the fence, walked some steps from it before stopping. She wrung her hands unhappily, and untying the ribbons of her bonnet, tugged it off in frustration. Noticing her movement, Darcy quickly climbed over the fence and walked toward her.

Stopping but a foot from her and studying her intently, he said gently, "But I have never desired it."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and remained still, listening to the breeze blow against the tails of Mr. Darcy's greatcoat. Darcy blushed at his admission, unable to understand how Elizabeth evoked such an honest openness in him. Feeling all of his earlier resolves crumbling in her presence, Darcy shook his head in wonder, and walked back to the fence to lean heavily against it.

Elizabeth listened to his retreat, and counting her steps back to the fence, quickly declared, "I feel I must apologize as well, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy looked at her in surprise and asked, "Whatever could you have to apologize for, Miss Bennet?"

Feeling the rough wood of the fence rail beneath her fingers, Elizabeth settled against it and turned toward her companion.

Directing her face toward the ground to hide the blush she was certain colored her cheeks, she said, "For offending you the other day with my shocking behavior."

Darcy shook his head slightly, but was prevented from answering as Elizabeth began to pace in front of him, saying quickly, "I am most heartily disappointed with myself, sir, and had no wish to give offense. It is something I have only ever done with my family and Charlotte, my closest friend. I do it so that I might see who I am speaking with, rather than creating fanciful pictures of them in my mind."

Darcy smiled slightly at this, remembering her teasing of him, and felt honored that she sought to truly know him. He watched as she walked in front of him, her dark brown curls falling across her forehead and her small hands gripping her bonnet and twisting it in agitation. Wishing to calm her, Darcy laid a steadying hand on her arm. Elizabeth halted her step abruptly at the feeling of his fingers on her forearm and turned her face toward him, her eyes wide with wonder.

"I was not offended," Darcy said simply, his hand maintaining its hold on her.

Elizabeth shook her head and declared, "Please, Mr. Darcy. There is no need to be kind to me; anyone would have been offended by my behavior."

Darcy unconsciously stroked his thumb across Elizabeth's wrist, hoping to quiet her anxiety. Only when Elizabeth shivered at the touch, did Darcy recognize the impropriety.

Releasing her swiftly, he sighed heavily and stated quietly, "I am not everyone, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth blushed, and Darcy silently admonished himself for his candor. Feeling himself no longer his own master, he determined it best to change the subject.

"Are you anticipating the ball, Miss Bennet?" he asked, clearing his throat and willing his voice to be even and calm. "When we last met, you were not very happy with the prospect of being in company."

Elizabeth silently thanked him for the distraction and answered, "Nor were you, sir."

Darcy allowed himself to smile slightly, and he declared, "Indeed I was not. I have never been fond of balls."

"Do not speak badly of them, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said lightly, "for I have never been to one. You will surely prejudice me against them if you speak badly of them."

Darcy turned toward his companion and replied, "I shall say nothing then, madam, for fear of harming your enjoyment of the evening."

Elizabeth smiled and thanked him, before asking, "Do you not dance, Mr. Darcy? Surely that must serve to lessen your discomfort, for it prevents you from having to come up with polite topics for conversation with strangers."

"Do you believe people should not talk during dancing, Miss Bennet?" he asked, smiling at her returned spirits.

Elizabeth turned her face thoughtfully toward the sky before answering, "I believe people would be much more proficient dancers if they did not talk at all during a dance or spoke very little."

Darcy smiled at such a somber picture and declared, "You feel they should talk by rule then."

Elizabeth nodded and said, "Perhaps that is best. I believe many people would be saved from mortification if they only paid more attention to their feet."

Darcy laughed lightly and Elizabeth continued, "I do not dance for fear someone who is inattentive to their steps will move into me."

Elizabeth blushed slightly for her admission, but turned her face confidently toward Darcy, waiting for his answer.

"Then perhaps it is a rule Mr. Bingley could enact this evening, for I would much rather see you dance than hear others talk," he said lightly.

Elizabeth smiled broadly at his answer, and fell silent.

Feeling that she would soon be missed, Elizabeth said, "I should return to Longbourn. My mother will wish me to begin dressing."

Darcy's brow rose in surprise and he declared, "But surely it is at least four hours before you will depart for Netherfield."

Elizabeth laughed and nodded, "Yes, but I told you a lady's preparations were far more excessive than a man's."

Darcy shook his head and asked quietly, "May I escort you back?"

Elizabeth smiled softly and thanked him for his offer, but declared, "Your horse would have to remain here or jump the fence, and I would not wish you to make the poor animal do either on my account."

Darcy nodded disappointedly, and said, "Then I will see you this evening, Miss Bennet."

He bowed deeply and Elizabeth curtseyed before answering, "I look forward to it, Mr. Darcy."

She smiled and bid him farewell, before turning toward Longbourn and placing her hand securely on the fence. Darcy watched her retreat through the tall reeds, and only when she was some distance from him, replaced his hat on his head.

Climbing back over the fence, Darcy glanced once more at Elizabeth's form, before saying softly, "Until this evening, Elizabeth."

Mrs. Bennet's eyes brightened as they took in Netherfield's appearance that night, its windows glowing brightly and the drive filled with carriages and footmen.

Turning happily toward her husband, she exclaimed, "It is a fine prospect, is it not, my dear? Just think; Jane will soon be the lady of this house."

Jane paled slightly, and admonishing her mother for her declaration, said seriously, "Mama, please. You cannot say such things, especially because they are untrue."

Mrs. Bennet turned unhappily toward her eldest daughter and cried, "They are most certainly true! No one who has seen Mr. Bingley in your company can think otherwise!"

Elizabeth patted Jane's hand to calm her and declared, "Indeed, Mama, it will not do to have you act so in front of Mr. Bingley's guests. To make such assumptions in public is not sound."

"Do not speak to me about what is sound or not sound, Miss Lizzy!" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed. "You, who disappeared for hours today; you are just as bad as your father. Well I will not be held responsible for your not looking your best this evening. I told you to dress earlier!"

Mrs. Bennet fanned herself feverishly, as Mr. Bennet rolled his eyes heavenward before descending without a word from the carriage. Mrs. Bennet followed after him, bemoaning Elizabeth's appearance, as a footman arrived to help Jane and Elizabeth down.

Jane squeezed Elizabeth's hand and whispered, "Do not fret over Mama, Lizzy. You look five times as pretty as the rest of us this evening."

Elizabeth blushed slightly at her sister's praise, and thanked her for the compliment. Feeling the footman reach for her hand, Elizabeth accepted it gratefully and step down gracefully from the carriage. Smoothing her skirts, she listened to the crunching of gravel beneath the wheels of the carriages and the ladies' heels. She heard the many conversations and greetings that took place around her, and she felt suddenly how very much out of her usual environment she was. Elizabeth had not attended an assembly in years, let alone a ball, and she felt certain she would embarrass herself during the course of the evening. Just as Elizabeth determined she wished she had never come, she felt Jane link her arm through hers.

"Are you ready, Lizzy?" she asked happily.

Elizabeth breathed deeply, calming her rising heartbeat before answering, "Indeed I am, Jane."

The two sisters turned, and ventured slowly up the stairs toward the entrance of the house.

Darcy stood rigidly as Bingley happily greeted guests beside him, shaking hands jovially and welcoming them into his home. Darcy acknowledged those he knew with a brief nod, feeling himself already weary. He listened as Miss Bingley fawned over a young lady's dress and complimented her profusely. Darcy watched in wonder as the young lady departed and Miss Bingley immediately set to abusing her.

"Did you see that, Louisa?" Miss Bingley asked quietly. "It is always obvious when one has just acquired their wealth; they feel they must show it off on their attire. What was her name again?"

Darcy shook his head in disgust, but turned his attention back to the young girl's retreating form when he heard Mrs. Hurst reply, "That is Miss Mary King, dear sister, and she has just inherited ten thousand pounds."

Darcy ignored Miss Bingley's reply, and realizing the girl was Wickham's intended, studied her intently. He frowned as he took in her petite figure and young face.

‘She cannot be much older than Georgiana,' he thought unhappily.

These thoughts ended abruptly as his eyes were arrested by the appearance of Elizabeth. Darcy's breath caught as he took in her appearance, her cheeks glowing happily, and her eyes dancing merrily as she talked quietly with Miss Bennet. His heartbeat quickened as he took in how remarkably well she looked in her gown; its simple style suited her frame perfectly and the light beading along the edge of its sleeves traced delicately along her upper arms. Darcy smiled slightly, reflecting that the color of the gown complimented her very well.

Taking note of Darcy's silence and the direction of his gaze, Miss Bingley looked toward the entrance and frowned slightly when she noticed the Bennets.

Her eyes widening in surprise, she exclaimed, "Why, Eliza Bennet has come as well; how very shocking!"

Darcy's face darkened as he asked, "Why is it shocking, Miss Bingley?"

Miss Bingley looked sadly toward Elizabeth and declared, "I simply cannot imagine she will enjoy herself when the dancing begins, for she must sit to the side."

Darcy was about to answer, but was prevented by Bingley sharply silencing his sister.

"Oh, Charles," she answered innocently. "I was only expressing my concern."

Before Bingley could admonish her further, they were greeted very loudly by Mrs. Bennet as Mr. Bennet bowed respectfully.

"Good evening, Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet," Bingley said happily.

Bingley's eyes brightened when Mrs. Bennet quickly ushered Jane forward. Jane blushed becomingly and quietly greeted him.

"I am happy you all could join us this evening," declared Bingley, his eyes remaining on Jane's face.

Mr. Bennet led Mrs. Bennet and his daughters away so that other guests could greet their host. Elizabeth noticed that Jane gripped her hand tightly, and she patted it gently to comfort her.

"I am well, Lizzy," Jane whispered in response. "I am only glad that is over."

Elizabeth smiled happily and declared, "I am certain he could not take his eyes off you. Surely you look radiant tonight."

Jane blushed slightly and swatted Elizabeth's arm before saying, "Stop it, Lizzy. You are sounding like Mama."

"Heaven forbid!" Elizabeth exclaimed, turning toward her sister in surprise.

The two sisters laughed softly, but quieted when they heard Mr. Bingley approaching them happily followed by Mr. Darcy.

Bingley bowed lightly and declared, "Miss Bennet, you are looking very well this evening."

"Thank you, sir," she said softly.

Blushing, she turned her eyes from Bingley's face and quickly added, "Your home is beautiful. You have quite outdone yourself."

Bingley smiled brightly and confessed, "I had little to do with it, though Caroline will be happy with the compliment. May Darcy and I escort you and your sister inside?"

Jane nodded happily and took Bingley proffered arm. The two walked off into the crowded ballroom leaving Darcy and Elizabeth behind.

For a moment Elizabeth felt panicked and lost, uncertain if Mr. Darcy was indeed in front of her. Silently scolding Jane for leaving her, Elizabeth's anxiety only lessened when she heard Mr. Darcy addressing her.

"Good evening, Miss Bennet," he greeted quietly as he bowed low.

Elizabeth smiled in relief, and curtseyed before answering, "Good evening, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy stepped nearer to her and taking in her appearance once again, declared, "If I may say, you look remarkably well tonight, Miss Bennet. Your preparations were not wasted."

Elizabeth laughed lightly at his reminding her of their earlier conversation and she said, "I am happy to hear that, Mr. Darcy. Thank you."

Darcy nodded lightly, and asked, "May I escort you inside? I have no horse to prevent me this time."

Elizabeth smiled broadly, and answered, "You certainly may, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy took her gloved hand and guided it to the crook of his arm, reflecting on how much he had missed the feeling of it. Elizabeth smiled, and the two walked slowly through the crowd

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Darcy felt Elizabeth's fingers tense on his arm as he began to move toward the entrance of the ballroom. His brow furrowing in concern, he looked toward her, and noticed that she bit her lip fretfully and that the vibrant color of her cheeks had slightly faded.

"Miss Bennet, are you unwell?" he asked quietly.

Elizabeth raised her face to him, and shaking her head, declared, "No, not at all. I am only a little overwhelmed."

Darcy halted their progress and asked, "Would you wish to remain here a little longer?"

"Yes, thank you, sir," she answered, smiling in gratitude. "There is so much to take in."

Darcy nodded slightly, and smiling at her excited tone, said, "Miss Bingley has certainly outdone herself. I believe half of the country is here."

"It sounds as such," Elizabeth declared, listening to the din of the excited conversations and greetings that were taking place around her.

She smiled, hearing her mother happily speaking with Lady Lucas, and her father laughing dryly with Sir William. Elizabeth released a contented sigh, feeling for the first time as if she would enjoy herself. Her shoulders relaxed, and her color began to heighten pleasantly.

Darcy's gaze on her never faltered, and he watched with pleasure as Elizabeth slowly became at ease. He had hoped she would enjoy the evening, for her earlier apprehensions worried him. Though he could not remain with her for the entirety of the evening, as it would raise far too much speculation, he hoped he could at least ensure that she was at no time distressed. Darcy smiled slightly when he saw Elizabeth's smile widen as the dissonant sounds of the orchestra preparing their instruments for the evening could be heard. She stood transfixed, her eyes dancing merrily, and her head turning in the direction of the sound.

Happy with the prospect of hearing the musicians play, Elizabeth turned toward her companion and said, "I believe I am ready now, sir."

"Very well, Miss Bennet," he said simply.

The two continued on, weaving carefully through the throng of guests who still waited in the hall, hoping to meet with their acquaintances. Darcy looked toward Elizabeth to ascertain if she was made anxious by the crowd, but was pleased to see she moved among them gracefully. The only hint of her unease was the slight tentativeness of her steps.

Darcy smiled softly at her confidence and declared, "You seem much more at ease than you did this afternoon, Miss Bennet."

Blushing slightly at the memory of her apprehension, Elizabeth turned toward her companion and said lightly, "I suppose I determined that the opinions of strangers were of no consequence."

Darcy studied her for a moment, weighing the truth of her words. Looking ahead of him, he noticed the crowded ballroom; members of London's polished society meeting with Hertfordshire's country populace. Yet as he looked more closely, he distinguished the hushed tones from the happy ones as some individuals assessed the attire and station of those around them. Frowning slightly, he admitted to himself how little their opinions meant. Stepping somewhat ahead of Elizabeth, he guided her through a particularly narrow gap between two couples.

Looking back toward her, Darcy said, "You are perfectly correct, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, but the look soon disappeared, only to be replaced with a small frown. She turned her face to the right, concentration etching itself upon her brow.

After a moment, she answered quietly, "Thank you, sir, but I fear there are few people in the world who would agree with me."

Darcy's brow furrowed curiously, and he looked over Elizabeth's head into the crowd. He immediately noticed a small group of women looking their way, and gazing in wonder at Elizabeth. Darcy took in their appearances, and immediately concluded they must be among the company that had traveled from London to attend. As Darcy and Elizabeth drew closer to them, Darcy heard them speaking.

"She is blind, you say?" the youngest of the group asked in a hushed tone.

An older woman nodded gravely and declared, "She is indeed, my dear."

The young woman craned her neck to get a better look at Elizabeth, and whispered lightly, "How very curious then that she should be here. Who is she?"

"No one of importance, I would imagine," the third woman declared, fixing her spectacles more securely on her nose so that she might see Elizabeth more clearly.

At this, Darcy looked at them fully, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance. Noticing for the first time who Elizabeth's companion was, the three women curtseyed low, and the youngest smiled brightly.

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy," the young woman greeted politely, a small blush appearing on her face.

Feeling himself incapable of speaking civilly with any of the women, Darcy merely nodded slightly to acknowledge their greetings. Looking coolly at them for a final time, Darcy continued on, but listened as the women immediately returned to their gossip.

"Whatever possessed Mr. Darcy to escort her in?" the young woman asked, distress evident in her voice.

One of the older women, who Darcy surmised was the young woman's mother, declared, "Mr. Darcy is among the very best of gentlemen, my dearest. He undoubtedly felt pity for the poor girl. Fear not; I do not believe such a person can hold his interest for long."

"And we must be certain to place you in his way this evening, dear," the second woman rejoined as she placed a comforting hand on her young companion's shoulder. "To be mistress of Pemberley would surely be something!"

The young woman pursed her lips unhappily, and nodded in resignation.

Darcy shook his head in wonder at their presumption, and once he and Elizabeth were at a sufficient distance from the women, said seriously, "Such people are of no importance, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth smiled slightly at the irritation in his voice and declared, "I have heard far worse, Mr. Darcy, and learned long ago not to give any credence to such words."

Darcy looked to Elizabeth in surprise, his jaw tightening at the idea of such cruelty.

Elizabeth seemed unaffected by the women's words and declared dryly, "I hope I am not so very dull as they say; I would not wish to bore you, sir."

Delighted with the mischievous arch of her brow, Darcy recollected, "I believe I told you at Netherfield that I could never find you uninteresting, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth smiled, remembering his kindness on the day she had told him of her illness.

Blushing slightly and hoping to cover her discomposure, she answered lightly, "Well if I should cease to entertain, you may abandon me immediately."

Darcy laughed quietly, and on glancing up, noticed Miss Charlotte Lucas walking quickly toward them.

"Elizabeth," she greeted happily when she was in front of them.

Darcy relinquished Elizabeth's arm as Charlotte reached happily for her hands.

Elizabeth smiled brightly, and clasping her friend's hands, said, "I hope you are enjoying yourself this evening, Charlotte."

"I am," Charlotte answered as she took in Elizabeth's appearance. "You look lovely."

Elizabeth blushed, and thanked her friend for the compliment. Charlotte turned for the first time toward Elizabeth's companion, and curtseying lightly, greeted the gentleman.

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy," she said politely.

Darcy bowed low and greeted her quietly. Charlotte studied him for a moment before returning her attention to her friend.

"My mother and father are very anxious to see you," she declared. "Will you come with me to them?"

Elizabeth nodded lightly, though disappointed with the prospect of leaving Mr. Darcy's presence so quickly.

Turning toward him, Elizabeth said, "If you will excuse me, Mr. Darcy."

"Of course, Miss Bennet," he answered. "I look forward to seeing you later in the evening."

Elizabeth smiled and curtseyed lightly before being led away by her friend. Darcy watched as the two women retreated across the room to where they were greeted happily by Sir William Lucas and his wife. Feeling bereft of Elizabeth's company, Darcy glanced around him, taking in the sea of faces. His tall form easily allowed him to search the room for Bingley, and he was not surprised to see him talking happily with Miss Jane Bennet and others. Slightly envious of his friend's ease, Darcy reflected how comfortable he felt with Elizabeth at his side. His usual anxieties over greeting strangers seemed to diminish when she took his arm, and he did not fear the prospect of entering the ballroom where he anticipated being the object of much speculation as he always was. Glancing back to where Elizabeth spoke animatedly with Sir William, Darcy suddenly felt himself alone, and unknowingly retreated behind his solemn mask of authority and disapproval.

Squaring his shoulders, Darcy walked rigidly to the far corner of the room where he retrieved a glass of wine and talked to no one. Finding Elizabeth's figure again, he watched Sir William and Lady Lucas depart, leaving Elizabeth to speak with her friend. Despite every resolve he made the previous day, and regardless of every rational argument against her, Elizabeth enchanted him. Darcy smiled softly, and reflected that Elizabeth's presence had become very necessary to him.

Charlotte watched as her mother and father moved away to speak with Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, and taking Elizabeth's hand, she immediately addressed her.

"Lizzy, however did you end up entering with Mr. Darcy?" she asked quietly.

Elizabeth turned toward her friend curiously and answered simply, "Mr. Bingley escorted Jane inside."

Charlotte nodded, and releasing Elizabeth's hand, said seriously, "I noticed that as well, but that was not as wholly unexpected as was your appearance with Mr. Darcy."

"I suppose Mr. Darcy is far too good a gentleman to abandon a blind woman to shift for herself," Elizabeth declared lightly, hoping her humor would distract her friend from her rising blush.

"Indeed," Charlotte answered quietly, watching Elizabeth closely. "I do not believe Mr. Darcy's attentions are merely charitable."

Elizabeth willed her voice steady and asked, "Whatever do you mean?"

Charlotte glanced across the room, and noticed Mr. Darcy looking toward Elizabeth as he so often did. Her suspicions confirmed, she smiled slightly and turned back to Elizabeth.

"I believe Mr. Darcy is in love with you, Lizzy," Charlotte whispered. "I have told you he watches you often, and tonight is no different."

Elizabeth laughed nervously and declared, "You are surely reading too many novels, Charlotte. Where has my rational friend gone?"

"I am as rational as I have ever been," Charlotte answered. "And you know I never read novels."

Elizabeth shook her head and stated firmly, "You cannot believe that Mr. Darcy has any intentions regarding me."

She bit her lip to quell the rising ache in her chest and added softly, "It is entirely impossible."

Charlotte studied Elizabeth, and perceived that a look of sadness filled her eyes.

"Is it truly so impossible, Lizzy?" Charlotte asked gently. "You are a woman of steady character and education who is... "

"Without property or sight," Elizabeth whispered harshly, preventing Charlotte from continuing, and praying she would not, for the thought of how unsuitable a match she was for Mr. Darcy brought her pain.

"He is an intelligent man," Charlotte began after some moments. "If he is at all entertaining thoughts of courting you, you can be certain he has considered what arguments there would be against the match."

Looking back toward Mr. Darcy, Charlotte happily noticed his gaze had yet to waver from Elizabeth.

Smiling, Charlotte added, "Considering how he watches you this evening, I imagine he has determined to ignore those arguments."

Elizabeth blushed at the knowledge that his eyes were on her still. She was certain she felt his gaze earlier when she had entered the house, and she shivered slightly at the sensation. Shaking her head to rid herself of such thoughts, Elizabeth forced herself to think wisely.

"I wish you would not tell me these things, Charlotte," she declared seriously. "I feel they will do nothing, but help to disappoint me."

Charlotte took Elizabeth's hand again and squeezed it gently, stating, "Forgive me, but I must disagree with you."

Before Elizabeth could answer, she heard the plodding steps of her cousin approaching them. Thankful for his arrival, for Mr. Collins' presence would surely prevent Charlotte from continuing, Elizabeth turned toward him happily.

"Mr. Collins," she greeted brightly when he stopped in front of them. "Are you enjoying yourself, sir?"

Momentarily taken aback by his cousin's pleasant greeting, Mr. Collins clumsily answered, "I am indeed, Cousin Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked toward her friend and said, "Mr. Collins, may I introduce my dear friend, Miss Charlotte Lucas. I do not believe you were able to make her acquaintance earlier today."

Shaking her head at Elizabeth's cleverness, Charlotte curtseyed lightly and greeted Mr. Collins.

"Good evening, Miss Lucas," Mr. Collins declared with alacrity as he bowed, smiling happily at Charlotte. "If you are not engaged for the first set, would you do me the honor, Miss Lucas?"

Charlotte blushed slightly before answering, "I am not engaged, sir."

Mr. Collins beamed at this intelligence, and stepped forward to claim Charlotte's hand. Charlotte hesitated a moment before taking it and stepping closer to Elizabeth.

"You are incorrigible, Lizzy," Charlotte whispered before following Mr. Collins to the middle of the room where the couples were gathering.

Elizabeth's smile widened and she declared, "Jane tells me so every day."

"What do I tell you every day, Lizzy?" asked Jane as she made her way toward her sister.

Elizabeth turned happily toward the sound of her sister's voice and said, "I am afraid you will not be dancing the first with Mr. Collins, dear sister."

Jane sighed in relief, but remembering herself, asked in concern, "Is he unwell?"

Elizabeth shook her head, and nodded in the direction Charlotte and Mr. Collins had departed. Jane looked toward the dance floor, and noticed Mr. Collins talking animatedly to Charlotte, who stood across from him. Catching Charlotte's eye, Jane gave her a look of apology and sympathy. Charlotte shrugged lightly and looked pointedly at Elizabeth. As the music began, Jane turned toward her sister.

"You are very wicked, Lizzy," she said, though her slight smile belied her relief of being free of Mr. Collins' company for at least one dance.

"I am not wicked," Elizabeth said lightly. "He asked Charlotte on his own. I merely introduced them."

Jane shook her head, and looked toward the dancing couples again only to see Mr. Collins step unceremoniously into a lady. He apologized profusely before Charlotte called his attention back to his steps. Mortified for their dear friend, Jane bit her lip fretfully.

"How is our cousin faring? Is he as proficient a dancer as we expected?" Elizabeth asked, her voice filled with good humor.

"Oh, Lizzy," Jane said in wonder as she watched Mr. Collins proceed down the line of couples in the wrong direction. "I hope he has forgotten that he wished to ask me to dance."

Elizabeth laughed heartily at this, while Jane blushed slightly at her admission before giggling lightly herself. The two sisters spent some minutes in this way until Elizabeth asked Jane to tell her of the styles and colors of some of the gowns.

Jane looked around for a person of their acquaintance, and as her eyes settled on Mrs. Long, she declared, "Mrs. Long looks very well in pale yellow, although I believe she has elected to add too much lace."

Elizabeth nodded and inquired, "And what of Mr. Bingley's sisters? I am certain they look elegant this evening."

Though she disliked them, Elizabeth could not speak cruelly of them in front of Jane, for Jane's gentle sensibilities would be much unsettled by Elizabeth's opinion of them. Jane glanced over to where Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst stood speaking with a large group of well-dressed women. She told Elizabeth of Miss Bingley's elaborately embroidered gown that complemented the colors of the season.

"She looks very well this evening," Jane finished pleasantly.

Elizabeth smiled slightly and added, "I am certain she does, for she must wish to impress Mr. Darcy."

Jane looked toward Miss Bingley again, and noted that she glanced often toward where Mr. Darcy stood.

"She does seem determined," Jane declared softly. "I feel sorry for her though."

Elizabeth turned toward her sister, and arching her brow, asked, "Because she is determined to engage herself to Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes, but also because his interest seems to lie in quite another direction," Jane said as she studied Mr. Darcy, who stood speaking with Mr. Bingley on the other side of the room.

Elizabeth sighed, and shook her head, before turning her face toward the floorboards to hide her rising blush.

"You and Charlotte seem quite determined to engage me to Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said quietly, her voice betraying her frustration.

"Charlotte has said so also?" Jane asked as she looked to Elizabeth in surprise.

"She has indeed," Elizabeth answered, remembering her conversation with her friend.

Jane studied her sister for a moment, noticing the unhappy line of Elizabeth's mouth, and declared, "And yet you are still certain he is indifferent to you."

Elizabeth raised her face toward Jane and said sadly, "I do not say that he is indifferent because I wish it; I say it because it is so."

Before Jane could argue, Elizabeth added, "Men of Mr. Darcy's situation in life do not marry women like me. Please, Jane; I do not wish to discuss it further."

Jane knew that Elizabeth's request was a serious one, and resolved not to push her further on the subject for the rest of the evening.

Hoping to help her sister's spirits return, Jane remarked, "I believe our father's discussion with Lydia and Kitty has done much good; they are both behaving very well."

Elizabeth smiled slightly and declared, "That is only because they are sulking, and they cannot dance with any redcoats. Have you seen any of the regiment, Jane?"

Jane nodded and said, "I have indeed. Mr. Denny asked me to make Mr. Wickham's particular apologies to you."

"He has not come then," Elizabeth said hopefully.

"Mr. Denny said some business prevented Mr. Wickham's coming," Jane declared. "Though he added that he believed Mr. Wickham's business would not have been so pressing had it not been for a certain gentleman also being in attendance this evening."

Elizabeth's jaw set in annoyance as she listened.

Jane watched Elizabeth's color rise and added, "Mr. Denny cannot know what Mr. Wickham is."

"I know, Jane," said Elizabeth quietly. "I will not fault him for forming such an opinion, but would recommend he choose his friends more carefully."

Jane nodded her agreement and offered Elizabeth a cup of punch. Elizabeth accepted it gratefully, and cringed when she heard their mother's strident voice calling them.

"Jane, Lizzy!" Mrs. Bennet cried in exasperation as she motioned wildly for them to approach her. "Jane, bring Lizzy with you at once! I must speak with you both!"

Elizabeth blushed noticeably, for she had no doubt her mother's outburst attracted the attention of those around them. She felt their eyes on her, and imagined they would watch her curiously as Jane led her to their mother. Though she wished she could venture across the room alone, Elizabeth knew that to do so would be folly indeed, for she would undoubtedly stumble.

"I am sorry, Lizzy," Jane whispered as she linked her arm through Elizabeth's.

Elizabeth raised her head and declared, "Fear not, Jane; I am not ashamed. I only wish she would not act so."

Jane patted Elizabeth's hand in empathy, and the two sisters slowly made their way through the crowds. Both noticed that conversations ceased as they passed, and Jane watched unhappily as several individuals turned their eyes to Elizabeth. On reaching their mother, Mrs. Bennet immediately addressed Elizabeth.

"Whatever have you done, child?" she exclaimed as she fanned herself feverishly.

Elizabeth's brow furrowed, and she turned curiously toward her mother to ask, "To what do you refer, Mama?"

Sighing in exasperation and looking toward Mrs. Philips for aid, Mrs. Bennet cried, "Mr. Collins and Charlotte Lucas, you silly girl! Why ever did you introduce them?"

Elizabeth smiled slightly and admitted, "It would have been untoward if I did not, Mama. Would you have me act so in front of Mr. Collins? Would you have me insult Charlotte?"

Mrs. Bennet looked at her second eldest and said firmly, "Of course not, but I would not have you throw Charlotte Lucas in his path."

"They are only dancing a set," Jane quietly reasoned.

Turning unhappily toward Jane, Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, "Let us hope he does not form a serious design on her, or Longbourn will be lost to us forever! One of your sisters should be dancing with him, not Charlotte Lucas! Of course I would not have you do so, Jane. You must remain available for Mr. Bingley."

Jane started in alarm, knowing that the company near them had certainly heard her mother's assertion. Jane quietly admonished her mother, hoping to quiet any further declarations. Much to Jane's mortification, Mrs. Bennet was not so easily hushed.

"Can you imagine, dear sister," she said happily to Mrs. Philips. "He has five thousand a year; what pin money Jane will have!"

Knowing Jane must be suffering acutely, Elizabeth declared unhappily, "Mama, please. You are making a spectacle."

"What have I done?" Mrs. Bennet asked. "I am only happy that I have at least one daughter who will be marrying!"

Elizabeth paled at her mother's remark, and for a moment, remained silent. She felt the sting of her mother's words heartily, for not only did they echo Elizabeth's own fears, but also revealed how unhappy Mrs. Bennet was with Elizabeth's situation.

Heedless of her daughters' discomfort, Mrs. Bennet continued happily, "As Mr. Bingley's wife, Jane will be able to throw the younger girls into the paths of other rich men. Though I do not know what she can do for Lizzy."

Mrs. Bennet shook her head sadly as Mrs. Philips laid a comforting hand on her arm.

Jane inhaled sharply at her mother's declaration, and whispered harshly, "Mama, please."

Elizabeth laid a steadying hand on Jane's arm, and shook her head slightly. Jane bit her lip fretfully, and was thankful when their mother declared she must speak with Lady Lucas.

"I simply must ask her about the lace on her gown!" she exclaimed as she and Mrs. Philips quickly departed.

Jane looked immediately toward Elizabeth to ascertain how she received their mother's remarks, and was only slightly comforted when Elizabeth claimed she was well.

"Lizzy, I am so sorry," Jane continued quietly as she took Elizabeth's hand. "You know she does not mean to be cruel."

Elizabeth nodded slightly, and not wishing to worry her sister further, smiled and declared, "I suppose she is right though. I shall die an old maid, and until then teach your ten children to embroider cushions very ill indeed."

Jane smiled slightly and shook her head at Elizabeth's joke, but was prevented from answering by Charlotte's rejoining them.

"Charlotte, you look very well," Jane declared as their friend approached them.

Charlotte thanked Jane, and Elizabeth could not help but ask, "How do you find our cousin?"

Shaking her head at Elizabeth's impish grin, Charlotte declared, "He is not as unbearable as you would have him be, Lizzy. His conversation is very wholesome and intelligent."

"And there is much to be had of it," Elizabeth added happily.

Charlotte smiled, and agreed before adding, "He really is an appallingly bad dancer though."

"Charlotte!" exclaimed Elizabeth and Jane in surprise.

For a moment Charlotte looked guilty for her admission, but soon began laughing lightly. Elizabeth and Jane joined her, and the three women continued to discuss the young curate's talents as a dancer.

‘She is happy,' Darcy thought as he caught a glance of Elizabeth laughing quietly with her sister and friend.

Smiling slightly, he returned his attention to his friend. Darcy's smile disappeared as he listened to Bingley relate Miss Bingley's conversation with him that morning. Fearing his friend was merely attracted to another pretty face, and that Miss Jane Bennet did not sincerely return his friend's affections, Darcy had resolved to watch them throughout the evening. What he had perceived was that Miss Bennet was far more reserved than his friend, and guarded her actions and emotions well. Darcy could not help but admire her for it, for so many a young woman would have immediately sought to engage Bingley's open manner, if only to be mistress of Netherfield.

"I believe Caroline has nothing but the best of intentions," Bingley continued sadly. "But I cannot agree with her that Miss Bennet is an unsuitable match."

Looking toward Darcy and fearing his answer, Bingley asked tentatively, "Do you agree with her, Darcy?"

Darcy glanced at his friend, and noted how pale he looked as he waited for an answer.

Darcy looked again toward Elizabeth and her sister and declared, "I cannot deny that her connections are wanting."

Bingley looked down disappointedly as Darcy continued, "But that can easily be overlooked for Miss Bennet's ease and grace in society would surely recommend her."

His eyes brightening, Bingley smiled and asked, "I have your blessing then?"

Darcy arched his brow and said, "You do not need my blessing, Bingley."

Bingley nodded and stood straighter before declaring, "But I should like to know I have it all the same."

"Then you have it, my friend," Darcy answered. "I would caution you though, not to proceed so rashly."

Bingley blushed slightly and confessed, "Am I so very obvious?"

His blushed deepened as Darcy nodded and said seriously, "You have never been very good at conducting yourself rationally around ladies, Bingley. Make certain that your intentions are serious, or you risk harming Miss Bennet."

Bingley nodded gravely as Darcy thought on his own words, turning to look again at Elizabeth.

"You have not danced yet, Darcy," Bingley said cheerfully, his good humor returning. "I told you I cannot abide when you stand about in this manner."

"You know I take no pleasure in dancing," Darcy declared dryly.

Smiling broadly, Bingley added, "Yes, but you do it so well. Will you not stand up with at least one of the ladies present?"

Thinking there was only one woman he would like to stand up with, Darcy smiled and said, "You are wasting your time with me, Bingley. Go enjoy Miss Bennet's smiles."

Bingley acquiesced and departed, and Darcy watched him happily greet the Miss Bennets and Miss Lucas. A few moments later, Miss Bennet smiled as Bingley led her toward the dance floor and Darcy bit back his laughter at seeing Miss Lucas approached once again by Mr. Collins. Smiling, he noticed Elizabeth press her friend's hand in sympathy before Mr. Collins led Miss Lucas away. Darcy studied Elizabeth, and noting that she looked slightly apprehensive, walked determinedly toward her.

Elizabeth listened as the music began and the couples reassembled; the silk and satin of the ladies' gowns swishing as they hurried to their positions. Elizabeth could not but feel guilty for introducing Charlotte to Mr. Collins, for he returned to request her friend's hand for another set. Elizabeth smiled slightly at the alacrity with which Mr. Collins addressed her friend, but felt a small pang of regret as he led Charlotte away. She wished heartily that she could join Jane and Charlotte in the entertainment, but contented herself with listening to the proficiency with which the musicians played. Sighing lightly, and placing her hand against the wall behind her, she settled against it.

She smiled as she heard the laughter that filtered through the room, and tried to discern the voices of her family or acquaintances from the din that surrounded her. Hearing none nearby, Elizabeth began to feel somewhat apprehensive, but smiled when she heard the familiar sure footfalls of Mr. Darcy approaching her.

Darcy stopped in front of her, and bowing low, declared, "I hope you are enjoying yourself, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth's smile widened, and she turned her face in the direction of his voice before saying, "I am indeed, sir. Balls are not so very bad, despite what you may say about them."

"I never said anything about them," Darcy answered lightly, remembering their conversation that afternoon. "I only said that I have never been fond of them."

Elizabeth nodded and declared, "You are right, Mr. Darcy. You must forgive my memory."

Darcy moved to stand next to her, and Elizabeth took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she listened to his movements and felt his presence next to her. She blushed at the feeling of his arm so near to hers, but shook her head to repress such thoughts. Neither could think how to begin, and the two fell into a companionable, albeit uncomfortable, silence.

After some moments, Elizabeth gathered her courage and declared, "I believe we must have some conversation, Mr. Darcy. I could say something about the music, and you could say something about the number of couples."

Darcy smiled slightly and asked, "Are we to talk by rule then also, even though we are not dancing and do not have to pay attention to our steps?"

"Your memory is impeccable, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said, blushing at this evidence that he had listened to her so attentively that afternoon. "That is an enviable trait."

Darcy played idly with his ring and observed, "Thank you, Miss Bennet, but I believe not everyone would agree with you."

Noticing Elizabeth's brow rise in curiosity, Darcy added quietly, "I am afraid it has caused some to call my temper resentful; my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever."

Elizabeth could not help but imagine he spoke of Wickham, and hoping to distract him from those unpleasant memories, Elizabeth declared lightly, "Then you do not have as impeccable a memory as I believed."

Intrigued by her teasing tone, Darcy asked, "How so, Miss Bennet?"

"If you did you would be far less eager to think resentfully. I believe I told you when we were together at Sir William Lucas' party, that I believe you should only think on the past as it gives you pleasure," she said smiling.

Darcy bowed his head to hide his laughter, and once he had collected himself and his serious expression replaced his wide smile, he looked toward Elizabeth and stated, "I believe it is you who possesses an impeccable memory. You are perfectly right, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, happy in his presence, until she heard bounding steps approaching her, and the boisterous laughter of her youngest sisters. Paling slightly, Elizabeth braced herself for their greeting.

Halting abruptly in front of Elizabeth and heedless of Mr. Darcy's presence, Lydia exclaimed, "Oh Lizzy, you will never guess who has arrived."

"I hardly know, Lydia," Elizabeth answered quietly. "For heaven's sake, null your voice."

"It is Mr. Wickham!" Kitty added happily.

Elizabeth turned in surprise toward her sister as Lydia declared, "We thought he would not come at all, for I heard Denny telling Jane that Wickham would not be in attendance. Is it not wonderful, Lizzy?"

"Will you appeal to Papa for us, Lizzy?" Kitty asked hopefully.

Lydia nodded and exclaimed, "You simply must, Lizzy! We have been ever so well-behaved! It is not fair he will not let us dance with the regiment."

"I most certainly shall not," Elizabeth said firmly.

Darcy watched as the youngest Miss Bennet crossed her arms indignantly and looked angrily at Elizabeth. Troubled as he was by the appearance of Wickham, Darcy's mind was more occupied by Mr. Bennet's refusal to allow his daughters to converse with the soldiers. He studied Elizabeth as her younger sisters continued to appeal to her. Elizabeth shook her head vehemently, and recognizing this was her final resolve, the young Miss Bennets stomped away.

Elizabeth took a deep breath, and turning toward Mr. Darcy, who had remained silent for the entirety of her unhappy exchange with her sisters, said, "Forgive my sisters, Mr. Darcy. They are much disappointed this evening."

Darcy looked after the young Miss Bennets and asked, "Your father has forbidden them from speaking with the officers?"

Nodding slightly, Elizabeth answered quietly, "He has indeed."

Darcy looked toward Elizabeth, and wondered if her father's decision was at her urging.

‘At least there is one intelligent man in Hertfordshire,' Darcy thought, still disappointed with Colonel Forster's dismissal of his concern.

Looking out across the room, Darcy's gaze was suddenly arrested by the form of Wickham entering. His confident smile in place, Wickham greeted Colonel Forster and his wife gallantly, and Darcy watched unhappily as Wickham moved toward the young Mary King. Bowing low and greeting her and her uncle, Wickham secured her hand at his elbow and smiled broadly. Rubbing his hand against his chin in agitation, Darcy sighed heavily as he watched the scene.

Elizabeth immediately perceived the discomfort in Mr. Darcy's sigh and asked, "Are you well, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy tore his gaze from the couple across the room, and looking to Elizabeth, declared, "My mind is only a little troubled, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth nodded slowly and said, "Mine is as well."

Elizabeth listened as Darcy moved abruptly away from the wall, and she turned worriedly in his direction.

Gazing at her, Darcy asked quietly, "Will you take a turn about the room with me, Miss Bennet?"

At Elizabeth curious expression, Darcy added, "Miss Bingley assures me that it is quite refreshing."

Smiling, Elizabeth nodded and raised her hand, which Darcy took and guided to his arm. Looking at her face and enjoying the feeling of her form so near to his, Darcy smiled. His anxiety over Wickham's appearance diminished and his racing mind quieted in the comfort of her presence.

Placing his hand over Elizabeth's, Darcy said quietly, "Thank you, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed slightly, but she smiled and asked, "Whatever for, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy looked thoughtfully down at his hand as it covered her own before returning his gaze to her face and declaring, "The honor of your presence."

Blushing at his admission, Elizabeth only nodded slightly for she felt herself unequal to answering him with equanimity. The couple was too much occupied with thoughts of each other to notice they were being watched intently by several of the party.

Miss Bingley smiled in satisfaction as her guests congratulated her on her preparations and complimented her tastes. The two women in front of her and Mrs. Hurst were among London's most fashionable, and Miss Bingley felt particularly honored by their presence and gratified by their approval.

"Thank you, Mrs. Allen," Miss Bingley declared calmly. "We are so happy you could be with us this evening."

The older woman smiled slightly and asked, "Will you be returning to London soon? You must find this country society somewhat tiresome."

Mrs. Hurst nodded gravely and admitted, "We do indeed, Mrs. Allen. It is rather confined and unvarying for our taste."

"Yes, I was just saying to Mrs. Rochfort," Mrs. Allen said, gesturing to the woman to her right, "that I could never abide the country for long."

Mrs. Rochfort, who was a woman of imposing stature and character, added coolly, "The scenery is lovely, but I have always found its inhabitants wanting."

Miss Bingley nodded and declared, "I could not agree more, madam."

Mrs. Allen craned her neck to look about the room, and catching sight of Mr. Bingley talking happily with a pleasant looking young woman, she said, "Your brother seems quite content here."

Raising her spectacles to her eyes, Mrs. Rochfort followed Mrs. Allen's gaze and stated seriously, "He does indeed. Tell me, Miss Bingley, who is that he is speaking with? She seems a genteel sort of girl."

Miss Bingley looked over her shoulder nervously, and noticing her brother talking animatedly with Jane Bennet, answered unhappily, "That is Miss Jane Bennet; an acquaintance we have only recently made."

Mrs. Allen smiled slightly and said, "She is certainly very pretty. Who are her parents?"

Unhappy that the ladies were giving such attention to Jane Bennet, Miss Bingley answered firmly, "They are no one of consequence. Her father owns a very small estate that borders our own."

"Ah, pity then," Mrs. Rochfort declared quietly.

"Yes, a great pity," Mrs. Allen added, nodding her head sadly. "She looks as if she could do very well for herself, if only she had a sufficient dowry."

Miss Bingley smiled tightly for she was beginning to find the company of the two women quite tiresome. She looked out over the room, scanning the smiling faces and dancing couples. Miss Bingley watched as Mrs. Bennet directed Lady Lucas' attention toward her eldest daughter and Mr. Bingley, pointing at them with alacrity. Shaking her head in disgust, Miss Bingley searched the far side of the room in the hopes of seeing Mr. Darcy. When she caught sight of his tall form, she paled slightly and inhaled sharply in surprise.

Mrs. Allen pressed Miss Bingley's hand gently and asked, "Are you unwell, my dear?"

Before Miss Bingley could compose herself or respond, Mrs. Rochfort followed her gaze and her brow rose in wonder as she noticed Mr. Darcy walking leisurely through the groups of guests with a rather beautiful young woman.

"Whoever is that with Mr. Darcy?" Mrs. Rochfort inquired, gazing at the couple with interest. "I am sure I have never seen her before."

"Nor have I," Mrs. Allen added, her concern for Miss Bingley replaced by her curiosity over seeing the master of Pemberley smiling contently for she could not remember ever seeing him smile.

Mrs. Hurst looked toward her sister in alarm, and noticing the flush of annoyance that covered her face, she said quickly, "That is Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"Another Bennet girl?" Mrs. Rochfort asked. "Their parents must be very happy to have such fine looking daughters."

Tearing her gaze from Mr. Darcy and Eliza Bennet, Miss Bingley said tightly, "They are not so very fortunate, Mrs. Rochfort."

"Yes, you mentioned they are not very well-off," the woman answered, her stare not yet wavering from the young couple across the room.

Looking to her sister for a moment, Miss Bingley declared, "It is not just that, madam."

Mrs. Rochfort and Mrs. Allen turned curiously to Miss Bingley, and noticing that she looked sadly toward Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Mrs. Allen asked anxiously, "Whatever is it then?"

Biting her lip fretfully, and willing her voice to sound distressed, Miss Bingley said, "Miss Eliza Bennet is blind."

Mrs. Allen covered her mouth in surprise, and Mrs. Rochfort turned her gaze back to the young woman. Her cool gray eyes narrowed behind her spectacles as she studied Elizabeth.

"How very tragic," Mrs. Allen said, genuine sadness filling her voice.

Miss Bingley nodded gravely and added, "It is, especially because she is such a lovely girl."

Mrs. Hurst eyed her sister suspiciously as Mrs. Allen declared, "It was very good of you to invite her, for I cannot imagine she receives such kindness often."

Miss Bingley answered, "Yes, I understand she is not much in society."

Mrs. Rochfort scoffed slightly and said seriously, "As it should be; I imagine she has a very limited understanding of the world. What could she and Mr. Darcy possibly be talking of? What would possess him to choose to be in her company?"

Mrs. Hurst very much wished to say that Elizabeth Bennet, despite her situation, was very intelligent, but was prevented by her sister declaring, "Mr. Darcy is a very fine gentleman. I am certain his sense of charity outweighed any discomfort he might feel in her presence."

Looking toward her sister in surprise, Mrs. Hurst colored slightly, but remained silent. She was gratified that it was not long before Mrs. Rochfort and Mrs. Allen excused themselves and departed.

Turning toward her sister unhappily, Mrs. Hurst asked, "Whatever are you doing, Caroline?"

Miss Bingley's eyes followed Mrs. Rochfort and Mrs. Allen as they greeted a small group of women, and she smiled in satisfaction as the two women gestured toward Elizabeth.

"I have done nothing, Louisa," Miss Bingley said lightly.

Mrs. Hurst pursed her lips in annoyance, and moving closer to her sister, whispered harshly, "That was very cruel, Caroline. Our brother will not be pleased when he hears of it."

Mrs. Hurst swept quickly away, but her sister seemed unaffected by her reproach. Miss Bingley watched her sister retreat across the room before turning her attention back to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled as Mr. Darcy told her of the lavish decorations Miss Bingley had chosen to adorn the walls of Netherfield's ballroom. She could picture the gathered garlands that adorned the windows and the fine arrangements of flowers in their silver containers as he described them.

"Bingley tells me we will be very impressed with the dining room," Darcy said pleasantly as he looked toward Elizabeth. "Apparently Miss Bingley has done much with it."

He was gratified to see her smiling happily back at him as she declared, "It all sounds so lovely."

"It is... very lovely," Darcy said quietly as he studied Elizabeth's face.

Elizabeth blushed slightly, hearing the emotion in his voice and wondering if he spoke of more than just the appearance of the room.

‘Stop it, Lizzy,' her mind reprimanded her. ‘You are letting Jane and Charlotte's romantic sensibilities run away with you.'

Shaking her head slightly, she willed her voice steady and asked, "Do you not dance this evening, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy looked toward the dance floor where the couples moved gaily and the musicians played, and declared, "Bingley asked me the same question, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth arched her brow and said, "Even your host believes you should be dancing then."

Darcy smiled slightly and answered, "I suppose he cannot understand why I do not find much amusement in it."

"You do not like to dance?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

Looking back to Elizabeth, Darcy said, "I did not say that, Miss Bennet. I only said I do not find much amusement in it. I suppose I would much rather spend a half hour in intelligent conversation than moving about a dance floor."

"You sound like my father," Elizabeth declared happily. "He avoids dancing at all costs and has been known on more than one occasion to find his way to his host's library rather than enjoy the company of the other guests. I wonder if he has fled to Mr. Bingley's library."

Darcy surveyed the room, and discovering Elizabeth's father in earnest conversation with Mr. King, declared, "No, it does not seem so, but I doubt Netherfield's limited library would hold his interest for long."

Smiling, Elizabeth said lightly, "You seem very critical of Mr. Bingley's library, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy blushed slightly and admitted, "I suppose that I am."

"Netherfield's library is nothing to Pemberley's then?" Elizabeth asked keen to hear more of Mr. Darcy's home for she had only heard Miss Bingley's opinions of it.

Darcy smiled and said proudly as they weaved past several guests, "Pemberley's library is the work of many generations."

Elizabeth laughed lightly and declared, "I shall take that as a ‘yes' then."

Darcy was about to inquire what other works she enjoyed, but was prevented by Bingley's approach. He stopped his and Elizabeth's progress as Bingley and Miss Bennet moved toward them.

"We have found you at last," Bingley said happily. "I hope your first ball is to your liking, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled and declared, "It is indeed, sir. I am having a very fine time."

"Wonderful!" Bingley exclaimed. Looking toward Jane, he added, "I have never had a pleasanter evening."

Jane blushed slightly and asked, "Will you join us for dinner, Lizzy? We were just about to go into the dining room."

Elizabeth smiled and Darcy answered, "We would be delighted."

Jane smiled brightly at Mr. Darcy for she had noticed how quickly he had joined Elizabeth after she and Charlotte departed to dance. Pleased that her sister looked so content, Jane took Mr. Bingley's arm and followed him from the room.

Darcy moved with Elizabeth into the throng of guests that also made their way toward the dining room. He could not help but hold Elizabeth's arm a little more tightly to him, for he worried she might be made anxious by the crowd. She turned her face toward him, and smiled her gratitude, but her smile quickly faded when she heard a familiar voice greet her from behind. Darcy felt Elizabeth start as her fingers tensed on his arm. He knew immediately who had addressed her, and he squared his shoulders and stood taller as the easiness and peace he felt only a moment before melted away. Stopping their progress, and moving somewhat out of the way of the rest of the company, Darcy turned around and stared into the face of his old friend.

"Ah, Darcy," Wickham said casually, "I hope you are keeping Miss Elizabeth entertained this evening."

Though his jaw tensed angrily, Darcy quelled his annoyance and replied coolly, "Good evening, Wickham."

Wickham smiled slightly, and turned to introduce the young woman at his side, declaring, "May I introduce my intended, Miss Mary King."

Not wishing to offend or alarm the young woman in front of him, Darcy bowed respectfully and greeted her quietly, saying, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss King."

Elizabeth curtseyed lightly, and forcing a smile, declared, "Congratulations on your engagement, Miss King."

Both Darcy and Elizabeth were much unsettled when Miss King's tremulous voice thanked them, for it reminded them how very young she was.

Smiling broadly and turning toward Darcy, Wickham said, "You still will not congratulate me then, old friend?"

Darcy tore his gaze from Miss King's young face and looked in surprise at Wickham, unable to believe he would speak so in front of the two women.

Darcy watched as worry and confusion filled Miss King's eyes, and not wishing to reveal the content of his discussion with Wickham to Elizabeth, Darcy said reluctantly, "Of course I congratulate you, Wickham."

Wickham smiled in triumph, but his smile diminished when Darcy leveled his unhappy gaze on him. Glancing down, Wickham saw Darcy's hand curl tensely, his knuckles turning white at the pressure.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," Miss King declared softly. "If you will excuse us, we must rejoin my uncle."

Wickham nodded distractedly, still disturbed by the force of Darcy's anger, and added, "I am certain you will have a pleasant evening, Darcy."

Recovering slightly and looking appreciatively at Elizabeth, Wickham bowed and added, "Miss Bennet's company is among the very best."

Elizabeth could do nothing but curtsey as Mr. Wickham and Miss King moved away. She felt unsettled by his addressing her, and the knowledge that his gaze was on her. She shivered slightly and hoped that her discomfiture was not noticeable to those around her.

Darcy gazed at Wickham's retreating form, his dark eyes flashing in resentment. He was heartily disturbed by the way Wickham looked at Elizabeth, and his jaw tightened angrily as he recounted Wickham's words addressing her and the implication they held.

‘How dare he,' Darcy thought furiously.

Darcy's unhappy thoughts were interrupted when he felt Elizabeth's hand quake slightly, and he turned immediately toward her, his gaze softening.

"Are you well, Miss Bennet?" he asked worriedly, studying her face.

Elizabeth nodded and said quietly, "I am well; I am only sorry for her."

Seeking to give Elizabeth comfort, Darcy placed his hand over Elizabeth's and declared, "Let us return to Bingley and your sister."

Elizabeth nodded slightly, and breathing deeply, managed a small smile as Darcy led her into the dining room