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Chapter 21: A Timely Arrival

Posted on 2008-08-21

Darcy was only a little comforted when he felt Elizabeth's hand relax on his arm as they rejoined Bingley and Miss Bennet. Though she smiled brightly as he escorted her to a seat next to her sister, he could not dismiss the feeling that she was still unsettled by their unhappy meeting with Wickham. Once he had seated himself next to Mr. Hurst, Darcy looked around the room to ascertain where Wickham's party sat, and finding him and the other officers sitting across the room, studied Wickham unhappily. Darcy's dark eyes did not waver from Wickham's form, nor did he notice Bingley's presence next to him until Bingley addressed him.

"He has come after all then," Bingley stated flatly, following his friend's gaze across the room.

Jolted from his thoughts, Darcy started slightly before looking toward his friend. He nodded and invited Bingley to sit. Tearing his eyes from the table of officers, Bingley took the chair next to Darcy, a frown replacing his usually merry expression.

Bingley studied Darcy for a moment and said, "Would that I could have him removed from the house."

Darcy smiled slightly at the image and declared, "Thank you, my friend, but I would not wish you to create such a scene during your own party."

Bingley sighed in resignation and settled back into his chair. Glancing to the other end of the table, he smiled and watched as Jane laughed softly with her sister.

Darcy watched his friend, and shaking his head in wonder, said seriously, "You are staring, Bingley."

Bingley started slightly, and blushing, turned his attention to his meal. Darcy smiled at his friend's discomposure, and reached for his wine.

Elizabeth had determined to put Wickham from her mind, and she talked happily with Jane. She smiled as she listened to her sister quietly detail her conversations with Mr. Bingley, and Elizabeth imagined Jane blushed becomingly.

"He is such an amiable man," Jane finished, a small smile spreading across her face.

Elizabeth smiled broadly and lightly chuckled, "So you have said; twice."

Jane blushed and replied softly, "Oh, Lizzy."

Elizabeth patted her hand and declared, "I am sorry for teasing you, my dear sister. That was very wrong of me."

"You take delight in teasing me," Jane said smiling slightly.

"I confess that I do," Elizabeth answered her eyes dancing merrily.

The two sisters laughed, but were interrupted by their younger sisters' unceremonious appearance. Catherine laughed heartily as Lydia dropped with a sigh into the chair next to Mrs. Hurst.

"Lord, I am so fat!" she exclaimed loudly. "I find I am having a very fine time despite Papa's cruelty."

Jane quietly admonished her sister, but Lydia would not be hushed, for she continued, "Are you enjoying yourself, Lizzy? I saw you speaking with Mr. Darcy."

Elizabeth turned quickly toward her sister, and frowning in annoyance, declared evenly, "My evening would be far more pleasant if you learned to control your voice."

Unaffected by her sister's admonishments, Lydia added, "I cannot imagine what you found to talk to him about. He seems so very serious and boring."

Much to the relief of her elder sisters, Lydia declared she had a great desire to speak with Maria Lucas and she and Catherine hurried off in search of her. Having no doubt that Lydia's exclamations were heard by everyone at the table, Elizabeth paled in mortification. She listened as Mrs. Hurst quickly stood from her seat, and she imagined that the woman hurried away in order to speak with her sister. Elizabeth felt under the table for Jane's hand, and finding it, clasped it beseechingly. Seeing the sadness and apprehension in Elizabeth's eyes, Jane understood and turned to ascertain if Mr. Darcy had indeed heard Lydia's heedless words. Jane noted the gentleman's heightened color and unhappily determined that he had heard everything.

Turning back to Elizabeth, Jane whispered, "I am afraid so, Lizzy."

Elizabeth inhaled sharply and closed her eyes sadly, feeling heartily ashamed that her family seemed set against Mr. Darcy and treated him with such prejudice. Shaking her head, Elizabeth was surprised to hear her father greet the gentleman happily. Turning toward the sound of his voice, Elizabeth listened in wonder and gratitude as her father settled into a seat near Mr. Darcy.

"Are you having an enjoyable evening, Mr. Darcy?" Mr. Bennet asked, smiling agreeably at the young man in front of him.

Darcy looked momentarily taken aback, unsure how to receive the address after hearing Miss Lydia speak so, but he nodded slightly and declared, "I am indeed, sir."

"Good," the older gentleman said. "There are many amiable, intelligent souls in Hertfordshire."

Darcy watched in wonder as Mr. Bennet looked after his youngest daughters and added, "And many silly souls also, but we intelligent souls give very little credence to their words."

Darcy looked incredulously at the curious man in front of him and asked himself, ‘Is it possible he speaks of more than just his daughters?'

Almost as if Mr. Bennet sensed Darcy's question, he said firmly, "You must forgive us, Mr. Darcy, but we residents of Hertfordshire are always a little distrustful of strangers."

Looking toward the table of officers and settling his gaze on Wickham, Mr. Bennet added, "And I find that some strangers are not deserving of trust."

Following the direction of Mr. Bennet's gaze, Darcy smiled slightly and replied softly, "I understand, sir."

Turning back to the young man, Mr. Bennet smiled happily and declared, "I had no doubt you would; you seem an intelligent man."

Darcy thanked Mr. Bennet for the compliment, and glancing quickly toward Elizabeth and wondering if she listened, said, "I understand from Bingley that you enjoy chess."

Mr. Bennet's smile broadened as he declared, "I do indeed; I find great enjoyment in a game that requires its players to speak as little as possible."

Darcy smiled at the similarity in his own opinion of the game, and said, "I wholly agree with you, Mr. Bennet. I find I cannot abide cards because opponents are encouraged to speak too much."

"I was incorrect, Mr. Darcy," said Mr. Bennet seriously. "You are not an intelligent man."

Darcy's brow furrowed, and laughing dryly at the young man's affronted expression, Mr. Bennet added, "You are a very intelligent man."

Raising his eyes to Elizabeth, Darcy noticed that she bit her lip to refrain from laughing at her father's teasing.

‘She is so much like him,' Darcy thought, shaking his head, a small smile softening his mien.

Turning toward her father, he declared, "I hope to have the opportunity and pleasure of playing a match with you sometime in the future, Mr. Bennet."

"Excellent," Mr. Bennet said happily. "Let us play tomorrow then."

Darcy quelled his urge to laugh at the man's eagerness, and nodding, agreed to be at Longbourn the following day after luncheon. Mr. Bennet stood from his seat, and wishing Darcy a good evening, departed to rejoin Sir William Lucas. Darcy watched the gentleman, and shook his head in wonder, for in all his years among society he had never met a man who was such a mixture of sharp wit and odd sensibilities. Smiling, Darcy glanced toward Elizabeth, and noticing she smiled contently, hoped she approved of his speaking with her father.

Noticing that his guests had all been served, Bingley rose and declared jovially, "I have a great desire for a song."

Looking toward Miss Bingley where she stood with Mrs. Hurst, he asked, "Caroline, will you play for us?"

Miss Bingley smiled, and looked prepared to accept, but glancing quickly at Elizabeth, answered, "Thank you, Charles, but we have a far greater musician in our company."

Mrs. Hurst looked toward her sister in surprise, her brow furrowing curiously. Several guests looked excitedly around the room, wondering who this proficient musician might be to be so recommended by Miss Bingley.

Smiling in satisfaction, Miss Bingley called, "Miss Eliza Bennet; will you do us the honor?"

Elizabeth blushed when she heard herself addressed by Miss Bingley, and felt unnerved by the prospect of playing in front of so many people. Jane pressed her sister's hand to comfort her as Bingley, unaware of Elizabeth's discomfort, joined in his sister's entreaties.

"Indeed, Miss Elizabeth," he said happily. "We would be delighted if you will play for the company."

Moving toward her, Bingley took her hand and guided her toward the pianoforte. Elizabeth heard several individuals whispering, and could only conclude that they spoke of her needing to be escorted to the instrument. She thanked Mr. Bingley for his assistance as she settled herself on the bench. Breathing deeply, she began playing, and conversations hushed as the clear chords of Elizabeth's first notes filled the room.

Darcy watched Elizabeth as her fingers moved across the keys, and he smiled at the proficiency with which she played. To his right, he noticed a few women gesturing toward Elizabeth and leaning near each other to whisper. Frowning slightly at their discourtesy, Darcy glanced behind him and noticed two more women were also speaking quietly.

"Mrs. Rochfort tells me she is completely blind," one declared in surprise.

The other nodded gravely and answered, "Yes, I heard as much from Mrs. Penning. I wonder at her being able to play so well."

"Think of what her life must be," the first said seriously. "I imagine she has ample time to spend on practicing."

Darcy could take no more when he heard this, and frowning darkly, he settled back in his seat to return his attention to Elizabeth's performance. As he did, his annoyance grew when he noticed Miss Bingley smiling in satisfaction as she listened to a group of gentlemen discussing their surprise over Elizabeth's being able to play at all. Darcy looked in alarm back toward Elizabeth to ascertain if she heard the hushed discussions in the room, and immediately realized she had, for the vibrant color of her cheek had diminished, and her mouth was set in a grim determined line.

Elizabeth breathed deeply as she listened to the whispers and speculation. Refusing to give them the satisfaction of allowing her fingers to falter, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the notes. Her fingers moved quickly over the keys, and she took comfort in the feeling of the hard ivory beneath her fingers. She struck the final chords of the song forcefully, bringing to them a far darker emotion than was written. Folding her hands in her lap, Elizabeth smiled brightly, despite the rising heat in her cheeks and the annoyance she felt. She listened as her acquaintances clapped with alacrity and implored her to play again. Yet beyond their applause, she heard the polite light clapping of those she did not know, who were clearly surprised by her talent.

Her smile faltering slightly, she thought, ‘They act as they always will.'

Elizabeth was comforted when she heard Mary and Jane quickly approaching her, and standing from her seat, she extended her hand which Mary took happily.

"You played beautifully, Elizabeth," Mary declared proudly as Jane nodded vehemently.

Mrs. Bennet, who sat next to her husband and Lady Lucas, both of whom clapped appreciatively and smiled happily at Elizabeth's performance, looked about the room with worry. At first Mrs. Bennet had been gratified by Miss Bingley's asking Elizabeth to play, for she welcomed any opportunity that allowed her daughters to exhibit, but as the song progressed, Mrs. Bennet noticed the stares and whispers of the guests who were unfamiliar with Elizabeth. Flushing with embarrassment, she listened to the remainder of the performance anxiously, willing Elizabeth not to make any errors.

Now as she listened to Mr. Bingley join in the entreaties for Elizabeth to play a second piece, Mrs. Bennet stood quickly from her seat and moved toward her second eldest.

Smiling brightly at the company, she declared, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Bingley, but I believe Elizabeth has delighted us long enough."

Elizabeth paled at her mother's remark, and her breath caught in surprise, as she turned toward her.

"Allow the other young ladies time to exhibit, Elizabeth," Mrs. Bennet added as she smiled, before moving back to her seat.

Feeling suddenly lightheaded from her shock over her mother's declaration, Elizabeth nodded slightly, and thanking Mr. Bingley for his request, humbly declined playing again.

Darcy watched wretchedly as Elizabeth leaned closely to Miss Mary Bennet and requested that she help her back to the table. Looking toward Mrs. Bennet, Darcy was gratified to see Mr. Bennet whispering harshly at her, his brow knitted in annoyance. Darcy could not help but approve of Mr. Bennet's rebuke of his wife's behavior, for he found her easy dismissal of her daughter, in public no less, to be quite disturbing. Darcy returned his eyes to Elizabeth and watched as she sat gracefully upon her seat before thanking her younger sister for her assistance. Miss Bennet sat down quickly beside her sister and studied her worriedly. Though Elizabeth sat composedly and smiled pleasantly at her two sisters, Darcy perceived in her eyes a sadness that had not been present before.

Unable to witness such an emotion in her and do nothing, Darcy breathed deeply and called for Elizabeth's attention. She started at the sound of his voice, but smiling, turned toward him.

As Darcy looked into her eyes he knew not how to begin, and only when her brow arched expectantly and he felt the others at the table watching him, he declared, "You play remarkably well, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth blushed at the compliment as Darcy added, "I have never heard another that could equal your talent."

Several guests heard this praise as the usually resolutely silent Mr. Darcy addressed the daughter of a country gentleman. Those that knew him, knew he took great pride in his sister's talents as a musician, and that Miss Darcy's proficiency at the pianoforte was well-known. For him to acknowledge that Miss Elizabeth Bennet's playing surpassed that of his sister was a wonder indeed.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth replied softly.

She was grateful for his speaking, for she felt the attention of the company diverted from her. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth quieted her unease, and raising her chin, smiled in gratitude toward Mr. Darcy.

Feeling his eyes on her, Elizabeth added, "You are very kind, sir."

Darcy smiled slightly, pleased that her spirits were returning, and glancing around them, noticed that the guests who had watched Elizabeth so curiously during her performance, had turned their attention back to their earlier conversations or found new subjects of interest.

"You are welcome, Miss Elizabeth," he answered calmly.

Miss Bingley watched this exchange, and noticed, most unhappily, that Mr. Darcy's gaze remained on Elizabeth. She had hoped the exposure of Elizabeth's blindness to the company would unsettle Mr. Darcy's obvious admiration, but Elizabeth's flawless performance and his staunch approval of it unseated Miss Bingley's hopes.

Pursing her lips in annoyance, she said unhappily to her sister, "I am heartily tired of the Bennets."

Mrs. Hurst looked toward her sister, and noting the direction of her gaze, declared, "You cannot believe Mr. Darcy has any serious intentions toward Eliza Bennet."

"Serious intentions?" Miss Bingley scoffed. "No, of course not, but you cannot deny he has formed a sort of friendship with her."

"Perhaps," Mrs. Hurst observed as she studied the pair. "But why should that be worth your concern? It is surely harmless."

Miss Bingley appeared at a loss for an answer before stating firmly, "It is surely unacceptable."

Glancing toward her brother, who talked happily with Jane, she added, "As is our brother's continued attentions toward our dear friend."

Mrs. Hurst nodded slightly and declared, "I had noticed our discussion with him did little to affect his admiration for her."

"Then we shall leave for London as soon as possible," Miss Bingley said firmly.

Mrs. Hurst looked toward her sister in wonder and exclaimed, "That is somewhat extreme, Caroline!"

"But I feel it is the only course," she answered. "Besides, I feel Mr. Darcy will support us in explaining to Charles why Jane Bennet, sweet as she is, is such an unsuitable choice."

Smiling broadly as if struck by an idea, Miss Bingley added, "And I am certain Mr. Darcy is very anxious to see his sister again."

Mrs. Hurst acquiesced, and the two sisters agreed to speak with Mr. Darcy at the earliest opportunity the following day.

When Bingley's guests' hunger had been thoroughly satiated by the fine food Miss Bingley had ordered from Netherfield's kitchen, they moved happily back to ballroom, their eyes alight with good humor and their thoughts filled with entertaining gossip. Elizabeth and Jane walked slowly among the jovial guests, their arms linked while they laughed softly.

"You are very wicked, Lizzy," Jane quietly admonished as her sister smiled brightly.

Elizabeth pressed a hand to her chest and declared innocently, "I had no idea our cousin would be so enchanted by Charlotte."

"He did not leave her side for the entirety of the meal," Jane added thoughtfully.

"Poor Charlotte!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "I certainly did not mean for her to be shackled to him for the whole of the evening. I only meant to distract her from asking me about Mr. Darcy."

Jane smiled slightly and declared, "I believe our dear friend receives his attentions with pleasure."

Elizabeth turned in surprise toward her sister, her brow rising in amazement, and said, "Certainly you are mistaken, Jane. Charlotte is a practical creature and Mr. Collins a ridiculous one; surely she only tolerates his company."

"Yes, Lizzy, Charlotte is practical, which is why I would not so readily dismiss the idea that she may appreciate Mr. Collins' attentions toward her regardless of how ‘ridiculous' he may be," Jane stated seriously.

Elizabeth thought on Charlotte's situation for a moment, remembering Charlotte was a full five years older than Jane, nearing an age when she would become a burden to her parents and an old maid in the eyes of society.

Sighing in frustration, Elizabeth asked, "Why is it that a man may marry whenever he pleases, and we are rushed off to the market at the earliest opportunity?"

Jane smiled and remained silent as Elizabeth continued, "At least you will not have to worry like the rest of us, Jane."

Elizabeth smiled brightly and arched her brow mischievously as Jane bid her to be silent.

Shaking her head at Elizabeth's antics, Jane added softly, "I cannot deny I take great pleasure in his company."

Grinning slightly, Elizabeth declared, "And no one can doubt that he takes great pleasure in yours."

Jane blushed becomingly as they reached the entrance to the ballroom. Hearing the laughter and conversations that echoed out into the hallway, Elizabeth felt suddenly apprehensive, remembering the whispered comments of the other guests as she played. She stayed their progress, and Jane turned worriedly toward her before moving herself and Elizabeth to a small settee against the wall in the crowded hallway.

"What is it, Lizzy?" Jane asked, studying her sister's countenance.

Perceiving the worry in Jane's voice, Elizabeth smiled comfortingly and said, "I am well; I only feel myself not ready to rejoin the party."

"Then let us remain here for a moment," Jane declared evenly.

Elizabeth shook her head and said, "No, Jane; I would not have you sacrifice the rest of your evening simply to satisfy my whim."

Jane looked doubtfully toward the entrance of the ballroom and answered, "I will not be at ease without you, Lizzy."

"Nonsense," Elizabeth declared as she patted Jane's hand lightly. "Off you go; I will join you soon enough. I need only a little time to collect myself."

Studying Elizabeth's face, Jane slowly stood from her seat and asked, "Shall I return for you then?"

Smiling confidently, Elizabeth said, "There is no need. I am not far from the ballroom, and am certain I can find my way there easily. Besides, I remember this hallway from our stay."

Elizabeth laughed lightly and added, "Truly, Jane; you worry far too much about me."

Realizing her sister desperately wished for solitude, Jane could do naught but comply. Smoothing out her skirts, Jane declared seriously, "If you do not return to the ballroom in twenty minutes, I am coming in search of you."

Elizabeth shook her head and exclaimed, "And I am certain you shall find me, for you are so very good at finding all my hiding places!"

Jane smiled slightly and said, "I am serious, Lizzy."

"I know," answered Elizabeth, turning her face toward her sister. "Go now and enjoy your Mr. Bingley's company."

Admonishing her sister lightly, Jane leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth's forehead before following the remainder of the guests to the ballroom. Elizabeth sighed slightly listening to the sounds of slippers and heels shuffling on the marble diminish. Finally hearing nothing but the distant clang of silver and crystal as the footmen cleared the tables in the dining room, erasing from them any sign of the festivities, Elizabeth stood from her seat. She had passed through this hallway several times during her stay, and remembered Mr. Bingley remarking how lovely he thought it was, for it had several sets of doors leading out onto the terrace. Moving forward with her arms outstretched, Elizabeth ventured to the other side of the hallway and ran her fingers along the cool stone of the wall until she felt one of the door frames. Smiling in triumph, she moved her hand farther along until her fingers encountered one of the door's chilled glass panes. Laying her forehead against the glass, Elizabeth breathed deeply and remembered Mr. Darcy's kind praise of her earlier.

‘He sought to give me comfort,' she thought happily. ‘Perhaps he could not bear seeing me discomforted by such comments.'

Shaking her head lightly, she reflected that should Jane and Charlotte be correct in their estimation of the meaning of Mr. Darcy's attentions to her, he would witness far worse receptions of her blindness. Following her illness, her acquaintances embraced her fully, caring nothing for her loss of sight, and maintaining that even without it, she was still just ‘Lizzy.' Even the merchants of Meryton, who she encountered infrequently, welcomed her happily into their shops and spoke amiably with her each time she visited. Elizabeth had often felt that such kindness was borne of their pity for her, but she could not fault them for it.

Straightening, Elizabeth lazily traced her fingers along the glass, feeling cold droplets gathering at their tips before dripping down to the floor. Though Hertfordshire seemed accepting of her, Elizabeth recalled sadly that such kindness was not readily found in London. She and Jane visited her aunt and uncle in Gracechurch Street each winter, and though Elizabeth happily anticipated her time with them, she often felt uneasy visiting shops and attending the orchestra. Even though Jane and her aunt repeatedly assured her otherwise, Elizabeth could not help but feel unwanted in those places. She knew shopkeepers and fellow patrons watched her as she felt the lines of a bonnet or some piece of jewelry before buying it, for she heard their quiet conversations. When she sat amidst an audience and closed her eyes to better appreciate the music, she heard the curious whispers of those around her above the resounding instruments.

Pressing her hand against the glass, Elizabeth thought sadly, ‘No; his world would not accept me willingly.'

Feeling suddenly suffocated, Elizabeth moved her hand down the glass until she felt the curled iron handle, and pressing it down gently, pushed open the door slightly. She immediately felt the chilled night air pierce the heat that rose to her cheeks, and she sighed as her racing mind began to quiet. Elizabeth breathed deeply, feeling the cold air burn her throat and chest, and after some moments, she felt herself again.

Occupied as she was with her thoughts, Elizabeth ignored the footfalls that approached her slowly, and only when the individual was within a few feet of her, did she sense a presence. Her brow furrowing, she turned in the direction of the sound, and her breath caught when she heard the voice that greeted her.

"Good evening, Miss Elizabeth," Wickham said smoothly.

Miss Bingley smiled happily as she moved down the line of couples, feeling gratified by the looks of envy she received from several young ladies. Crossing in front of Mr. Darcy, her smile broadened as she gazed up at him. She watched with pleasure as he too wove his way through the other dancers before returning to his place across from her, his elegant figure moving effortlessly. Miss Bingley pursed her lips unhappily when she realized their set had come to an end.

Darcy sighed as he returned to his place across from Miss Bingley, the final strands of the after-dinner set dissipating. The other couples talked merrily, and Darcy applauded the musicians politely before moving forward to escort Miss Bingley off of the dance floor.

As he approached her, Miss Bingley smiled widely and declared, "I simply cannot understand why you do not dance more often, Mr. Darcy, for you do it so well."

Holding her hand lightly and leading her to the side, Darcy made no answer, but listened as she continued, "It is the mark of every polished society, is it not?"

"And every unpolished society," he answered shortly, releasing her hand and standing in front of her.

Miss Bingley appeared surprised by this terse reply, but glancing about her, she nodded believing she understood him before saying, "Yes, I believe you are right; any savage can dance."

Darcy noted unhappily that she derisively watched the couples gathering on the floor for the next set, many of whom were from Hertfordshire.

Turning back to him happily, Miss Bingley asked, "Are you enjoying the evening despite the ‘unpolished' company?"

Darcy nodded slightly, and acknowledged that he was indeed before she continued, "Mrs. Rochfort was commenting that it was very good of you to take such care with Eliza Bennet earlier. I am certain she appreciated the attention, for Heaven knows she must rarely receive such from anyone of consequence."

Looking toward her in alarm, Darcy remained resolutely silent and his brow furrowed in annoyance.

Heedless of Mr. Darcy's discomfort, Miss Bingley said flatteringly, "I told Mrs. Rochfort that I admired your forbearance."

"My forbearance?" Darcy asked in astonishment.

"Why yes!" she exclaimed. "For a man of your education to speak with Eliza Bennet for near half an hour was charity itself."

"Charity itself," Darcy repeated disbelievingly as his color heightened.

Miss Bingley nodded with alacrity and said, "Indeed you must know about so many fascinating subjects. How good of you to speak with someone whose conversation must be somewhat uninformed. Whatever did you find to talk of?"

Smiling slightly, Darcy declared calmly, "In addition to the lovely preparations you made for the ball... "

Miss Bingley smiled and blushed lightly at this, but was displeased when Darcy continued, "We discussed Miss Elizabeth's knowledge of Latin and Italian literature."

Her smile diminishing at this evidence of Elizabeth's intelligence, Miss Bingley replied simply, "How fascinating."

Clasping his hands behind his back casually, Darcy added, "You should speak with Miss Elizabeth about her opinions on Boccaccio, for they are very interesting."

"I shall, at the earliest opportunity," she answered dryly, remembering her embarrassment during Jane and Eliza Bennet's stay at Netherfield.

Pursing her lips in displeasure, Miss Bingley curtseyed lightly and declared, "If you will excuse me, Mr. Darcy, I must see to my guests."

Darcy bowed low, and feeling a small amount of satisfaction, watched Miss Bingley sweep quickly past him with her chin raised in annoyance. Clearing his throat and quelling his good humor, Darcy saw that she joined her sister in conversation with Lady Lucas. Glancing about the room to ascertain where Elizabeth was, and determining she must still be with Miss Bennet, for the two sisters had left the dining room together, Darcy determined to retire to the library for a brief time.

Moving through the crowd, and nodding briefly at those who greeted him, Darcy felt himself suddenly weary. The din of the conversations rang in his ears, and he shook his head lightly to clear his mind. He admitted to himself that his encounter with Wickham must have unsettled him more than he previously allowed. Brushing past several couples, Darcy noticed unhappily that Wickham was nowhere to be seen.

‘Undoubtedly playing cards somewhere rather than seeing to the comfort of his intended,' Darcy thought bitterly.

He could not shake the unease he felt when Wickham addressed Elizabeth earlier, and he reflected that Elizabeth was more disturbed by it than she revealed. Frowning as he continued toward the large oak doors ahead of him, he admonished himself for not protecting her from such an affront.

‘And what would you have done?' his mind asked.

Darcy realized he did not know, but nonetheless felt an overwhelming desire to see Elizabeth safe. Smiling slightly as he remembered her sharp wit, he reflected that she did not require protection at all, and had she the opportunity, she would have publicly sat Wickham down.

"Which is more than I have ever done," he mumbled unhappily.

On his reaching the doors to the ballroom, two footmen opened them and bowed as Darcy passed. Darcy nodded at them, and moved into the hallway.

"Good evening, sir," Elizabeth said evenly as she managed a small curtsey.

Feeling discomforted by Mr. Wickham's sudden appearance, Elizabeth gripped the door handle more tightly in an effort to quiet her rising heartbeat. She turned her face in the direction of his voice and noticed that he had stopped his progress.

Unable to ascertain his distance, Elizabeth attempted to draw him out, declaring, "I hope you are enjoying your evening."

"I am, indeed," Wickham answered happily, the effects of Mr. Bingley's wine apparent in his heightened color.

Wickham studied Elizabeth intently, and wondered what about this woman could bewitch Darcy in such a way, for he had noticed Darcy's attentions to her throughout the evening. Wickham had remained in the dining room to escape Mr. King, who had spent the entirety of the meal asking him about his finances and scrutinizing his answers carefully. He felt unsettled by such questions, and wondering to what purpose they turned, hoped they would not lead Mr. King to urge his niece to renege on her promise to wed him. Feeling himself in great need of a distraction, Wickham was happy to see Miss Bennet leave Elizabeth alone, for he very much wished to hear of her conversations with Darcy.

Smiling, he said gallantly, "You look to be enjoying the evening as well, Miss Bennet, and if I may say, you look very well."

Elizabeth thanked him for the compliment, and hearing him step slightly closer and wishing to alert him to the impropriety, she declared, "I am quite alone, Mr. Wickham."

"Yes, so I see," Wickham replied. "And so I offer you my services as your guardian until you are prepared to return to the ballroom."

Elizabeth reflected that she felt Mr. Wickham a poor choice of guardian, and smiling politely, said, "Thank you, but that is quite unnecessary. I can find my way back easily."

Wickham watched as she stepped slightly into the door frame and declared, "Of that I am sure, Miss Elizabeth, but perhaps I may escort you on a walk across the terrace. Surely you are in need of some fresh air after your performance."

"Once again, I thank you for your kindness, but that would be most improper," Elizabeth answered coolly, her color heightening in annoyance. "You should return to Miss King and her uncle; I am certain you will be greatly missed."

Frowning at this reminder of Mr. King, Wickham answered flatly, "They can do very well on their own."

"As can I, Mr. Wickham," Elizabeth said evenly as she turned to move out onto the terrace and away from him.

Smiling politely, she declared with finality, "I wish you a good evening."

Wickham moved after her, and grasping her hand to stay her progress, said boldly, "But I have dearly missed our conversations, Miss Elizabeth."

Her brow furrowed unhappily as he added, "I have been prevented tonight from speaking with you, for you seemed much occupied."

Elizabeth started slightly at this allusion to Mr. Darcy, and declared firmly, "I am very sorry then, but I ask that you release my hand."

Twisting her wrist in an effort to free herself, she inhaled sharply as Wickham's grip tightened and he moved to raise her hand to his lips.

"Of course, madam," he said softly as he leaned his head toward her knuckles.

Elizabeth attempted once again to snatch her hand away and stated coldly, "I have granted you no permission for such familiarities; release my hand!"

Wickham smiled, and watching the fire of annoyance in her eyes, yet still retaining his hold on Elizabeth's hand, straightened and declared softly, "My apologies, Miss Elizabeth, but your presence overwhelms all rational thought."

Elizabeth paled slightly at his caressing tone, and her breath caught when a voice behind Mr. Wickham bit out angrily, "She asked that you release her."

Wickham's jaw tensed as he recognized the speaker, and dropping Elizabeth's hand, he turned to see Darcy striding swiftly towards them.

"Leave now," Darcy declared firmly as he halted in front of them, his breath coming swiftly, and his color heightened by his agitation.

Grinning slightly, Wickham declared, "Good evening to you too, Darcy."

Ignoring Wickham's insolence, Darcy's dark eyes studied Elizabeth intently, and determining she was unharmed, settled again on Wickham. On exiting the ballroom, Darcy had noticed Wickham's figure in the dim hallway, and surmising his companion must be Miss King, determined to ignore the unhappy scene. Recalling the anguish in Georgiana's tears and her broken spirit, Darcy continued sadly toward the library, but as he neared it, he heard Elizabeth's voice ring out clearly in anger. Paling with fear, he rushed toward the pair.

Now, Darcy's mouth set in a grim line, and his jaw strained with rage as he remembered the image of Wickham so near to Elizabeth. Stepping menacingly toward Wickham, he said, "Leave this house at once, or I will remove you myself."

"That would be a most unwelcome scene," Wickham answered lightly. "Everyone is having such a fine time; and could you really bear to embarrass Bingley in such a way?"

Darcy's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he declared, "It would be avoided if you left on your own accord."

Wickham watched in amusement as Darcy moved to stand in front of Elizabeth, shielding her from view.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy; always a gentleman," Wickham said, a slow smile appearing on his face as he recalled Darcy's behavior at the inn.

Darcy glanced quickly over his shoulder, and noticing Elizabeth's eyes swam with unshed tears, his gaze softened. He berated himself for not recognizing she had not returned to the ballroom with her sister, but his anger toward himself dissipated when Wickham continued.

"However would I explain my absence to my intended?" Wickham asked.

Turning his unhappy gaze on Wickham again, Darcy walked determinedly toward him. Stopping mere inches from Wickham, Darcy's brow knitted furiously and he declared evenly, "I am certain the company will understand the reason for your departure when I have explained it to them."

Wickham paled slightly when Darcy added quietly, "And I do not believe your friends will be so eager to lend assistance this time."

Wickham studied Darcy, troubled by the calmness in his voice, for in it Wickham recognized the same intensity he had heard following his being discovered at Ramsgate. Wickham had felt then that it was only Darcy's fierce love for his sister that restrained his temper. Noticing now the rigidity of Darcy's shoulders and how his hands strained as they curled angrily, Wickham reflected that only Elizabeth's presence had engendered the same restraint. Looking toward Darcy once more, Wickham recognized the danger in his situation, and without another word, pushed past Darcy and Elizabeth.

Darcy watched Wickham retreat down the hallway, and releasing the breath he had been holding, willed his racing heart to slow. He resolved to speak again with Colonel Forster at the earliest opportunity, but for now, felt Elizabeth needed his full attention.

Elizabeth listened to the exchange in wonder, and she breathed deeply as Mr. Wickham's footsteps retreated down the hallway. She felt comforted by the knowledge that Mr. Darcy was so near, and she closed her eyes to focus on the warmth she felt from his form. Clasping the hand Mr. Wickham had held to her chest, Elizabeth willed it to stop shaking and laid her chin upon her joined hands. She started slightly when she felt a light touch on her arm and Mr. Darcy's voice softly calling her.

"Are you well, Elizabeth?" he asked gently, his voice filled with concern as he unconsciously used her Christian name.

This fact was not lost on Elizabeth, and opening her eyes in wonder, she answered quietly, "I am."

Darcy studied her face, but feeling her arm quake beneath his fingers, declared in alarm, "You are trembling; hold my arm."

He reached for her left hand, and guiding it to his forearm, held it there in the hope of steadying her. Elizabeth managed a small smile of thanks, and Darcy watched her unhappily, for the color had yet to return to her face, and her eyes were still saddened. Darcy bit his lip thoughtfully and wished heartily he had been there sooner, or that he had dealt with Wickham differently in the past. Above all, he prayed that she was well, for he felt he could not endure if he had allowed Wickham to wound her spirit as he had Georgiana's. Darcy was startled from his troubled thoughts by Elizabeth's addressing him.

"I must thank you for your timely arrival, sir," she said softly, her left hand tightening on his arm as she pressed her right hand to her cold cheeks to determine if any tears fell from her eyes, for she felt certain they soon would.

Darcy shook his head lightly and declared bitterly, "Please do not thank me; my arrival was not timely enough. I am heartily sorry for it."

"No!" Elizabeth exclaimed surprising him. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Darcy watched as she moved away from him, wringing her hands in agitation and turning her face from him to hide the few tears that trailed down her cheeks.

His heart ached, and his rage against Wickham was renewed when she added shakily, "I do not know what might have happened had you not come."

Shutting his eyes against an unbidden image of Wickham caressing Elizabeth's hand, Darcy shook his head to clear his mind. Striding quickly to where Elizabeth stood, Darcy moved in front of her and tentatively took her hands in his. He held them gently, not wishing to startle her, but hoping to give her some comfort. Elizabeth turned her face toward him in surprise, feeling the unhappy events that occurred only moments ago leave her mind as she concentrated on the gentleman in front of her. Her breath caught as she felt the warmth of his hands radiating through her gloves.

Watching Elizabeth's eyes and feeling his heart beat more quickly, Darcy declared softly, "You have my word that he will not impose on you again."

Elizabeth nodded mutely, and directed her face toward the ground in an effort to hide her rising blush.

Darcy watched her carefully and asked, "Is there anything I can do for your present relief? May I fetch your father or sister for you?"

Raising her eyes, Elizabeth declared quietly, "No; I would not want to alarm them."

"But surely you wish to return to Longbourn," Darcy replied, feeling certain she would feel unequal to remaining any longer.

Elizabeth shook her head vehemently and said, "He has not injured me. I would much rather stay here."

Blushing slightly and reflecting on the feeling of her hands in his, she added quickly, "At the ball."

Darcy shook his head slightly at her determination and unconsciously pressed her hands beseechingly, wishing she would not conceal her troubled mind from him. Elizabeth smiled at the pressure, and returning it, turned her face up toward him.

"Indeed I am well, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth declared softly.

Darcy was prepared to argue, but heard the doors of ballroom open. Dropping Elizabeth's hands, though he felt loath to do so, Darcy tore his gaze from her face and looked down the hallway to see Miss Bennet and Bingley walking toward them. Miss Bennet smiled her greeting, but upon noticing her sister's paleness, frowned and moved toward her.

"Lizzy?" she asked worriedly, taking Elizabeth's hands in her own.

Feeling their coldness and noting Elizabeth's resolute silence, Jane looked toward Mr. Darcy in question.

"We have come to fetch you, Miss Elizabeth," Bingley said pleasantly. "I feel you are missing far too much of the evening's entertainment."

Glancing at Darcy, he added pointedly, "As are you, my friend."

Darcy turned his serious gaze to Bingley, and Bingley immediately perceived in it that all was not as it should be. Looking again toward Elizabeth, he saw that her customary merriment was missing.

His brow furrowing in concern, Bingley asked, "Miss Elizabeth, you are unwell?"

"I am well; I... " she began, but paused for she did not know how to relate the circumstances in which Mr. Darcy had found her.

Darcy watched as Elizabeth turned toward him imploringly, and taking this as invitation to speak, Darcy said evenly, "Miss Elizabeth has been made to suffer Mr. Wickham's insupportable behavior."

Jane inhaled sharply, and searching Elizabeth's face, she asked, "Is that true, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth smiled to comfort her sister and declared, "He did no harm, Jane. He would not relinquish my hand, but Mr. Darcy happened upon us."

Jane released the breath she had been holding, and looking to Mr. Darcy in relief, said, "Thank you, sir."

Darcy merely nodded in reply as Bingley, whose color heightened angrily, declared, "I shall have him removed from my house directly."

Fearing such a scene, Elizabeth shook her head and was comforted when Darcy stated, "That will not be necessary; I believe he has already departed."

This statement did nothing to appease Bingley's agitation, and moving toward Elizabeth, he said, "I am heartily sorry, Miss Elizabeth."

Shaking his head in wonder, he added softly, "To have such a thing happen in my house."

Jane placed a steadying hand on his arm and declared, "My sister is well, sir; you must not blame yourself."

Bingley managed a small smile in gratitude of her words, but Darcy's frown was not mitigated. He listened to Miss Bennet's words, and though he owned the truth that no one was to blame for the unhappy event but Wickham, he could not fully acquit himself of responsibility. He was shaken from his silent admonishments of himself by Bingley inviting the women to repair to the library so that Elizabeth might collect herself.

"Indeed I insist," Bingley continued when Elizabeth maintained that she did not wish for him to go to such lengths.

Without another word, Bingley turned on his heel to fetch a footman and they could hear him giving orders that more candles be brought to the library immediately.

"I cannot bear to think what might have happened had Mr. Darcy not happened upon you," Jane said in wonder, her brow knitting unhappily.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, and hoping to quell her sister's worry, even though her own mind was unsettled, said lightly, "I believe I would have hit Mr. Wickham."

Jane and Mr. Darcy looked in wonder at her following this proclamation, and feeling their amazed stares, she added quietly, "Though I suppose that would have been very untoward."

Darcy glanced at Miss Bennet before returning his gaze to Elizabeth, and declaring in disbelief, "But very deserved."

Elizabeth nodded distractedly as Darcy watched her in admiration of her strength.

She was surprised when he added quietly, "You are remarkable, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth turned toward him in surprise at his admission, and Darcy blushed noticeably, for he could not believe his candor. Raising his eyes to Elizabeth's face, Darcy took in her light blush and slight smile.

Jane watched the exchange in wonder, and studying Mr. Darcy intently, she perceived in his gaze an undeniable care for her sister. Smiling at this, Jane reflected how grateful she was for Mr. Darcy, and hoped he recognized his own feelings, if he did not already. Hearing footsteps behind them, Jane turned to see Mr. Bingley walking toward them followed by several footmen with candles. He stopped in front of them as the footmen proceeded into the library.

"Shall we, Miss Elizabeth?" Bingley asked gently.

Elizabeth nodded and managed a small smile as Mr. Bingley guided her hand to his arm before escorting her down the hallway. Jane and Mr. Darcy exchanged a brief look of relief as they followed behind the pair.

Mr. Bennet smiled as he listened to his cousin give Sir William a detailed report of how Rosings appeared at this time of year. Sir William appeared dumbfounded by the young curate's penchant for such lengthy descriptions, but his natural good humor prevented him from expressing it. He looked in wonder toward Mr. Bennet, who responded with a slight smile and a sympathetic pat on his shoulder.

"There are thirty-five oaks lining the west garden alone!" Mr. Collins exclaimed happily. "What do you say to that?"

Sir William remained speechless as Mr. Bennet declared dryly, "They must be an impressive sight for you to devote time to counting them."

"They are indeed, sir," Mr. Collins responded with alacrity before expounding upon the beauty of Rosings' maples.

Mr. Bennet sighed heavily as his cousin continued, and turning his eyes toward the room, searched the crowd for his second eldest. He had hoped to congratulate Elizabeth following her performance, but his wife's heedless declaration prevented him. Although he often chose to ignore his wife's ridiculous behavior, for she had been thus since the day he met her, he had found her dismissal of Elizabeth utterly unsettling. After telling her such, Mr. Bennet turned worriedly to ascertain Elizabeth's reaction and was surprised to discover Mr. Darcy addressing her. Mr. Bennet watched with interest as Mr. Darcy looked attentively toward her and praised her talent, while Elizabeth blushed becomingly.

‘Now that is interesting indeed,' Mr. Bennet thought as he scanned the room for Mr. Darcy's tall figure, feeling certain that Elizabeth would be by his side.

He had seen Mr. Darcy in Elizabeth's company several times throughout the evening, and he could not help but find such attentiveness puzzling. The young pair talked animatedly at length, appearing not to notice the curious gazes they drew as they passed. He had watched in disbelief as the serious young man from Derbyshire smiled openly at some witticism of Elizabeth's. Smiling, Mr. Bennet had reflected that he was happy to see Elizabeth enjoying herself so thoroughly, but in the next moment wondered at Mr. Darcy's intentions.

Furrowing his brow thoughtfully he asked himself, ‘Could my Lizzy really invoke tender feelings in such a gentleman?'

His mind rationalized that such an idea was impossible; Mr. Darcy's situation in life was so decidedly above their own that an alliance between him and Elizabeth would be viewed by society as highly reprehensible. He realized sadly that for such a man to attach himself to a woman of Elizabeth's situation would be inconceivable. With this unhappy thought, his eyes traveled to the front of the room where he noticed Mr. Bingley enter with a smiling Jane on his arm followed closely by Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

Mr. Bennet watched in amusement as Mr. Bingley and Jane walked leisurely about the room before greeting Charlotte Lucas happily. Shaking his head lightly and laughing to himself, he looked back toward Elizabeth and her companion. Much to his dismay, though she smiled, Elizabeth looked pale; the usual gaiety that danced in her eyes was missing and was replaced with a timidity Mr. Bennet had not often witnessed in her. Mr. Darcy held Elizabeth's arm securely against his side, and even as he spoke softly with her, his eyes looked about the room alertly. Mr. Bennet's brow rose in surprise, unsure of what to make of such protectiveness, but his ruminations were interrupted by Mr. Collins' repeatedly inquiring after his opinion of plane trees.

"Plane trees?" Mr. Bennet asked distractedly as he tore his eyes from his daughter and Mr. Darcy. "Can one have an opinion on them?"

Mr. Collins looked surprised at this question and exclaimed, "Yes they certainly may! Lady Catherine has decided emphatically against them."

Mr. Bennet shook his head in wonder as Mr. Collins related Lady Catherine's distain for the unfortunate species of tree, and promptly returned his attention to Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Studying them intently, he resolved to attempt to draw Mr. Darcy out during his visit on the following day.

Elizabeth smiled as she listened to Jane say her farewells to Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst. She shook her head lightly at Miss Bingley's enthusiastic invitation for Jane to join them for tea within a few days. Securing her cloak about her shoulders, Elizabeth smoothed down its ribbons before turning to take her leave of the two sisters.

Curtseying lightly, she declared, "Thank you for the lovely evening."

Miss Bingley smiled politely and said, "I am happy you enjoyed yourself, Miss Eliza."

"We were pleased you could join us," Mrs. Hurst added sincerely.

Elizabeth smiled slightly at the genuineness in her voice, and turning toward her, replied, "It was an honor to be here."

Linking her arm through Jane's, Elizabeth smiled a final time before following her parents outside. She and Jane descended the stone stairs slowly as Mr. Bingley's jovial voice rang through the crisp night air saying farewell to several guests as their carriages pulled away. Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from laughing at his seemingly boundless energy when she heard him hurry toward them.

"I hope you have enjoyed yourselves," he said happily. His eyes saddened for a moment as he turned to Elizabeth and added, "I hope your first ball was a pleasant experience overall."

Elizabeth smiled at him, and assuring him that she had a fine time, declared, "I believe I will have to attend more balls in the future."

Bingley's smile returned and he quickly offered to hand Elizabeth and her sister into their carriage. Elizabeth smiled and folded her hands patiently in front of her as she listened to him speaking gently with Jane as he led her toward the carriage. Shaking her head lightly, she was startled when a voice addressed her gently from over her shoulder.

"May I, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy asked softly as he moved behind her.

Elizabeth shivered slightly at his proximity, feeling his chest only inches from her back. When Jane told her he was not standing with Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst in the entrance, she feared she had lost him in the departing crowd, or that he retreated to the solitude of the library. She nodded her acceptance and felt him move to her side before taking her hand.

Darcy studied her face, memorizing its features and noting that her eyes had yet to regain their liveliness. Moving her hand to his elbow, he declared, "I too hope you enjoyed your evening."

"I have," she asserted, turning her face up to his and smiling brightly.

Placing his hand over hers as they approached the carriage, he said, "I shall see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow?" Elizabeth repeated curiously, halting their progress.

Darcy smiled and declared, "Indeed; your father has challenged me to a chess match."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise, but soon the mischievous glint returned to them. Darcy watched with pleasure as her mouth turned up into a delightfully impish grin.

"Perhaps if you have time, we may also play," she said happily, the unease of earlier fully diminishing.

Bowing slightly, he answered, "I would be delighted, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled broadly as he handed her into the carriage, and she noticed that he retained her hand a moment more than was proper. Blushing slightly, she listened as he closed the carriage door.

Backing away from the carriage and rejoining his friend, Darcy bowed a final time and declared, "Until tomorrow then."

Elizabeth smiled as she settled back into her seat next to Mary. She nodded distractedly as Mr. Bingley wished them all a safe journey before the driver urged the horses forward.

Mary eyed her sister and asked, "What is tomorrow?"

Elizabeth grinned slightly, and reflected that despite her unpleasant encounter with Mr. Wickham, she had enjoyed herself immensely.

Darcy ascended the staircase wearily as he raked his fingers through his hair. Upon reentering the house, he had immediately proclaimed a great need to retire, and much to Miss Bingley's displeasure, retreated quickly above stairs. Closing the door to his chambers heavily behind him, Darcy leaned against it and rubbed his neck, feeling the tense muscles there move beneath his fingers. Pulling impatiently at his cravat, he removed it and tossed it onto the chair near the fire. Walking toward the hearth, Darcy looked pensively into the flames and reflected that their furious churning resembled the state of his mind. Laying his hand against the mantle, he gripped it tightly as another image of Wickham with Elizabeth invaded his thoughts. Darcy covered his mouth with his other hand and willed his breathing to steady. Straightening, he moved toward the chair, and snatching up his cravat from the cushion, sat heavily upon it.

He bit his lip thoughtfully, admitting to himself that he did not know how deeply he cared for Elizabeth until he saw her threatened. In that moment, however brief, he feared for her, and unhappily reflected what his life would be without her.

Closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair, he whispered, "I love her."

His mind reeled, and leaning forward, he laid his head in his hands. Darcy admitted he could not be without her, and had come to depend upon her presence. Clasping his hands together and leaning his chin upon them, he smiled at this revelation. Just as he was resolving how he should act the following day, an urgent knock came at his door.

"Come in," he called in annoyance, displeased to be disturbed at such a time.

His valet quickly entered, and bowing briefly, declared, "An express has just arrived for you, sir."

Darcy thanked him, and accepting the missive, tore open its seal. His dark eyes roved over its opening lines before widening in surprise. His mouth opened wordlessly as he comprehended its contents and he turned quickly toward his valet.

Paling slightly, Darcy exclaimed urgently, "Rouse the groom and have my horse saddled at once!"

Bowing respectfully, the man hurried from the room to carry out his master's orders. Darcy watched him go, and finally urging himself into action, moved quickly to the chest below the bed to fetch his greatcoat and riding crop. Pushing the letter distractedly into the pocket of his waistcoat, he walked swiftly toward the adjoining closet for his riding clothes

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Darcy rushed down the stairs, his boots making resounding pounds against the wood with each step. Pulling on his gloves distractedly, he arrived at the bottom and walked swiftly to the drawing room, where he knew Bingley had retired with his sisters and Mr. Hurst. As he entered, the party looked at him in astonishment, taking in his attire and heightened color.

"Darcy, whatever is the matter?" Bingley asked worriedly as he stood from his seat near the fire.

"Nothing is the matter with me," Darcy said seriously and added, "But I must leave this instant on an urgent matter."

Bingley's brow furrowed while Miss Bingley swept from her seat, and walking gracefully toward Darcy, declared, "Surely this business can be delayed until the morning. It is well past midnight; it would be a danger to you to ride out now."

"I thank you for your concern, but my business cannot be postponed," he replied evenly. "Bingley, will you see me out?"

Bingley nodded slightly and said, "Of course, Darcy."

Bowing his farewell to the company, Darcy turned quickly on his heel and departed from the room. Bingley looked toward his sister, and shrugging lightly, followed his friend.

"I always thought him a singular fellow," Mr. Hurst declared before returning his attention to his goblet of wine.

Miss Bingley frowned, for this unexpected event would prevent her speaking with Mr. Darcy in the morning regarding their plan to remove to London. Stomping her foot angrily, she moved back to the settee and sat heavily upon it.

Meanwhile, Bingley followed Darcy into the entrance hall and watched in wonder as his usually calm friend agitatedly pushed his arms into the sleeves of his great coat.

"Will you ride to Longbourn tomorrow, Bingley?" he asked as he adjusted his collar and accepted his hat from the footman.

Bingley's brow knitted in confusion and he answered, "I suppose I have not thought about it; why do you ask?"

Stepping urgently toward his friend, Darcy said anxiously, "You must make my apologies to Mr. Bennet; I was to meet with him tomorrow. Please acquaint him with my reasons for leaving so suddenly."

Bingley smiled slightly and declared, "However can I do that when I am not even sure why you are going?"

Darcy blushed slightly, and fixing his hat upon his head, replied quietly, "My apologies; there has been a fire at Pemberley."

Seeing Bingley's eyes widen in concern, Darcy quickly added, "Not at the main house, but one of the farms. My steward writes that the damage is most severe."

Bingley relaxed slightly and stated seriously, "I fear Caroline is right; you will surely harm yourself riding out now."

Walking toward the door, and shaking his head as he descended the stairs to the drive, Darcy answered, "You forget that I am a far better horseman than you, Bingley."

Bingley rolled his eyes heavenward before admitting to the truth of his friend's statement. The two men stood silently as the groom hurried forward with Darcy's stallion. Stepping forward, and patting the animal's powerful shoulders, Darcy took the reins from groom and nodded his gratitude.

"You will tell Mr. Bennet the cause of my absence?" Darcy asked.

Studying his friend intently, Bingley noticed a beseeching look in Darcy's dark eyes and a trepidation in his voice he had never before witnessed. Nodding slightly, he declared, "You have my word."

Darcy thanked him, and reaching for his hand, clasped it firmly.

"Farewell, Bingley," he said before turning to his horse and raising himself into the saddle.

Bingley smiled sadly and replied, "God's speed, Darcy."

With one serious parting look, Darcy reared his horse and urged it into a swift gallop. Bingley watched in wonder as his friend's form disappeared into the darkness at the end of the drive.

Shaking his head, he said softly, "Be well, my friend."

Looking once more over the dark lawn, Bingley turned slowly and made his way back inside.

Elizabeth smiled slightly as she ran her fingers over the delicate beading of her dress' bodice before laying it across the chair and smoothing its creases. Sighing slightly, she quickly plated her hair and wrapped her shawl more securely around her. Moving toward her bed, she sat upon it and drew her knees up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around them, she laid her chin atop them and reflected on the evening's events.

"What an evening indeed," she said softly.

Drawing a shuddering breath, she recalled Mr. Wickham's voice as he spoke to her in low tones and the feeling of his fingers holding tightly to her own. She closed her eyes to the image, and refused to allow herself to think on what might have happened, focusing instead on the relief that followed. She felt comforted upon hearing Mr. Darcy's clear and steady voice approaching them, and she smiled at the memory of his form standing steadfastly in front of her.

Laying her forehead against her knees, she remembered his resolute silence when they retreated to the library. He and Jane had followed closely behind as Mr. Bingley escorted her into the comfortable room. Elizabeth smiled remembering the sounds of Mr. Bingley bustling about the room to see about her comfort; seating her near the fire, pouring her a glass of wine, and asking repeatedly if she required anything else.

"You are certain I cannot fetch your father, Miss Elizabeth?" Mr. Bingley had asked, worry etching his brow.

Elizabeth had smiled and professed, "I am well, Mr. Bingley. I would not have him worry over nothing."

Jane, who sat next to her on the settee, took her hand gently and inquired tentatively, "And he did not harm you, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth had read into her sister's question and the thick silence of the room as Jane and Mr. Bingley waited anxiously for the answer.

Blushing, she had answered softly, "He did not compromise me in any way."

"Thank God for Darcy," Bingley breathed in relief.

Elizabeth had smiled slightly at this statement, feeling the truth of it. Though Mr. Darcy made no answer, she felt his eyes on her as he shifted in his seat across from her. She sipped her wine slowly, reflecting on the silent gentleman in front of her. Soon after, Mr. Bingley had inquired if she felt herself well enough to return to the ballroom, and answering in the affirmative, Elizabeth rose from her seat. She was surprised to feel Mr. Darcy immediately take her right hand and secure it on his arm. She inhaled sharply at the contact as a profound sense of peace settled over her and she thanked him quietly.

‘He remained with me for the rest of the evening,' she reflected, and sighing in frustration, she allowed herself to fall back upon her quilt.

Pressing her hands to her cheeks to quiet the rising heat of them, she thought on his coming tomorrow. She smiled at the knowledge that her father did not judge him harshly as so many had, and though she recognized that this was mostly in part of her father's knowing Mr. Darcy's history with Mr. Wickham, the idea was no less pleasing. For her father to challenge anyone other than herself to chess was something very rare indeed.

Elizabeth was startled from her thoughts by a soft rapping at her door, and realizing it could be no other than Jane, she bid her enter. Jane entered the room, and closing the door quietly behind her, made her way to Elizabeth's bed to sit beside her.

Gazing down at her sister, for Elizabeth's face was still turned toward the ceiling, Jane declared, "You were very pensive on the journey home."

"I suppose so," Elizabeth said distractedly. "I had much to think on; it was such an evening."

Jane nodded and asked worriedly, "You are certain you are well, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth smiled, and turning her face toward Jane, declared, "I am."

Rising from her position, and tucking her feet beneath her, she added, "I know you expect me not to be, but I am well. I cannot think of Mr. Wickham's behavior without abhorrence, but it is not all I think on."

Jane bit her lip thoughtfully and said, "You think of Mr. Darcy."

Elizabeth blushed slightly, and nodding her head reluctantly, she confessed, "I do."

"He was very attentive to you this evening, even before Mr. Wickham's unfortunate actions," Jane declared as she reached for Elizabeth's hand. "Surely you must understand why Charlotte and I believe as we do that Mr. Darcy cares for you."

Sighing heavily, Elizabeth said bitterly, "Perhaps he does, but what would be the result of it? An alliance with me would surely ruin him."

"Do not say such things, Lizzy," Jane declared sadly. "It would do no such thing, and in my opinion, he would be blessed to have you."

Elizabeth smiled at her sister's assertion, and clasping her hand tightly, said, "You are so very good, Jane; I do not deserve you."

Jane smiled brightly and answered, "Of course you do; you are everything that is worthy and lovely."

Elizabeth nodded, reluctantly accepting her sister's praise as Jane added quietly, "You and Mr. Darcy make a very fine pair."

Turning in surprise toward Jane, Elizabeth exclaimed, "And you say I am wicked!"

Jane smiled innocently and declared, "I speak as I find."

Elizabeth laughed lightly, and said seriously, "I do not know how I can bear his being here tomorrow. He has done me such a service that I cannot watch Mama and our sisters treat him cruelly."

"Surely Papa's receiving him in the first place will temper their behavior," Jane stated hopefully.

Nodding slightly, Elizabeth declared, "I hope so."

Darcy rode swiftly, the brisk night air stinging his cheeks and reddening them as his horse's powerful steps pounded on the dirt below. Darcy was agitated; despite his unswerving loyalty to his position as master of Pemberley, he was loath to part from Elizabeth. He prayed fervently that Mr. Bennet would share the reason for his unexpected departure with Elizabeth, for Darcy did not want her to feel herself abandoned by him.

‘You have made her no promise,' his mind reasoned.

But I have!" he exclaimed aloud, as he urged his horse into a faster gallop.

In all his actions he had told her of his love for her, and even if she did not return his affection, he felt himself irrevocably tied to her. He reflected that even if she refused him, he would endeavor to be worthy of her. Darcy's eyes widened in surprise at this reflection as he recognized what action he wished to take the following day. He felt that regardless of the arguments against her, he did not wish to leave Hertfordshire without securing Elizabeth's hand. Shaking his head sadly in disappointment, he let out a frustrated shout and twisted the leather reins tightly in his hands.

Realizing he arrived at Oakham Mount, he reared his horse and gazed down into the field below. He studied it, committing to memory the gentle rustle of the high grass as it moved beneath the dim moonlight. He remembered her face above his own when he was thrown from his horse; worry etched on her brow and her green eyes wide with wonder. He shook his head and laughed softly as he remembered how quickly her concern melted following his unfortunate refusal of her aid and how she reproved his heedless riding. Smiling, Darcy reflected happily that he had never encountered another who spoke to him so frankly and without concern for his position.

Turning his eyes across the field toward Longbourn, he determined that he would write Mr. Bennet a note of explanation at the earliest opportunity, and within it, ask Mr. Bennet to extend his apologies to his family. Darcy nodded at this plan, hoping it would assure Elizabeth that his departure from Hertfordshire was not meant as a slight, nor did it have any connection to the confrontation with Wickham.

‘Wickham,' Darcy thought bitterly.

He had hoped to speak with Mr. King as soon as they reentered the ballroom, but discovered from Miss Bingley that Mr. King and his niece departed immediately after dinner. Darcy resolved to request a meeting with him, but his departure now prevented it.

‘I will write him as well,' Darcy decided. ‘His niece cannot marry Wickham.'

Though Mr. King would surely find such a letter from a man he had never been formally introduced to odd, Darcy hoped he would give credence to his words. Breathing deeply, Darcy reflected once again how many things George Wickham had sought to destroy before raising his eyes once more in the direction of Longbourn. Praying silently that he would be able to return soon, he urged his horse forward.

Bingley made his way downstairs the following morning with his mind still filled with his friend's abrupt departure. He was not surprised by Darcy's staunch insistence on leaving immediately despite the danger, for Bingley knew Darcy's devotion to his estate, but by the urgency with which Darcy asked for his excuses to be made to Mr. Bennet.

‘Strange indeed,' Bingley thought as he walked toward the breakfast room.

Though impeccably honorable and loyal toward others, Darcy had never been one to request assistance or approval from anyone. He relied heavily upon himself, and Bingley had always supposed it was due to his father's early death and his guardianship over Georgiana. The vulnerability in Darcy's face as he had asked Bingley's assurance that he would visit Longbourn in his stead was remarkable and the idea that Darcy feared the disapproval of a country gentleman was even more so.

Shaking his head in wonder, he reflected, ‘I have never seen him thus.'

Feeling certain there was a reason behind such a change beyond the news from Pemberley, Bingley determined he would make the visit soon after breakfast. Such a plan ensured he would be in company with Miss Jane Bennet again, and he smiled broadly at his plan. Thinking of Jane's fair eyes, Bingley distractedly greeted his sisters as he joined them at the table.

"Good morning, Charles," Mrs. Hurst said pleasantly.

Miss Bingley nodded mutely while Mr. Hurst continued to noisily enjoy his meal. Bingley sat across from Miss Bingley, and his brow furrowed as he noticed her resolute silence.

"Are you well this morning, Caroline?" he asked as he sipped his coffee.

Miss Bingley sighed heavily and declared, "I am only a little saddened by our loss of Mr. Darcy; indeed, I do not know how we will be entertained now."

"Oh come now," Bingley said jovially. "Hertfordshire holds many delights that I am certain you would find amusing. You have not even walked out since our arrival and we have been here almost two months."

Standing from her seat and moving toward the window, she stated broodingly, "I would much rather we were in London. It is lovely this time of year and I grow quite tired of the unvarying company of the country."

"Caroline, we have dined with plenty of families during our stay," Bingley declared in an attempt to placate her.

Miss Bingley scoffed and exclaimed, "Four and twenty, Charles! That is hardly tolerable."

Bingley settled back into his chair in amusement as she continued, "It is so confined here! I simply cannot remain here until Christmas."

"Then you may certainly return to London, dear sister," he said seriously. "I would not keep you if you are truly unhappy here."

Looking toward her sister, Miss Bingley asked, "You would stay on alone?"

Bingley smiled slightly and answered, "I feel I have a good reason to remain."

Miss Bingley inhaled sharply, and moving toward her brother, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, declaring, "Surely you cannot be entertaining thoughts of recommending yourself to dear Jane Bennet."

"I am," Bingley answered pleasantly, his merry smile spreading across his face.

Sinking into the chair next to him, Miss Bingley said softly, "It is as I feared then."

Bingley's brow furrowed in confusion and he looked toward Mrs. Hurst who nodded sadly.

"Dear Charles," Miss Bingley said as she gently patted his hand, "We are afraid we cannot support such a match."

Standing quickly from his chair, Bingley walked toward the fireplace and asked angrily, "You do not approve because of her lack of fortune and relations? May I remind you where our fortune came from, Caroline?"

Miss Bingley stood from her seat and frowned, but recovered and declared innocently, "I would never disapprove on such grounds if sincere affection was involved."

Bingley looked toward his sisters hopefully as Mrs. Hurst added tentatively, "But we cannot be certain Miss Bennet holds any such affection."

"What?" Bingley asked as his brow rose in wonder.

"We observed her all evening and could not find any hint of tender regard," Miss Bingley said softly. "Jane is kind and good to be sure, but I feel it unlikely her heart would be easily touched."

Bingley sank heavily into his chair and Mrs. Hurst asked gently, "Has she given you any encouragement, Charles?"

"She receives my attentions with pleasure," Bingley answered, his color rising. "Surely that must mean something."

Miss Bingley approached him, and standing over him, declared, "Any young lady would receive such attentions with pleasure out of courtesy. Jane is a kind soul; she is attentive and good to everyone."

Paling slightly, Bingley asked, his voice shaking slightly, "You believe she feels nothing for me beyond being indifferent acquaintances?"

Biting her lip fretfully, Miss Bingley nodded, and looking toward her sister in encouragement, willed her to do so too.

Mrs. Hurst nodded sadly and said, "We are truly sorry, Charles."

Studying his sisters for a moment, Bingley declared quietly, "Then I shall endeavor to be worthy of her, and beg her to allow me court her properly. Surely I can win her affections with time."

Miss Bingley looked toward her brother in alarm and exclaimed, "That will not do!"

Collecting herself and noticing Bingley's surprised expression, she added calmly, "Would you have her accept you out of pity, politeness, or something else other than love?"

"Something else?" Bingley asked, his brow knitting in confusion.

Shaking her head sadly, Miss Bingley declared seriously, "It is no secret that Mrs. Bennet wishes her daughters to marry well and views you as a very fine opportunity."

"Indeed, Charles, I overheard her speaking of it last night to Lady Lucas," Mrs. Hurst added quietly.

Bingley's bright eyes dimmed with this intelligence, and he frowned, asking, "You believe Miss Bennet would accept me at her mother's request? You believe her to be so weak-minded?"

"No, not at all," Miss Bingley said quickly. "But we do believe that her gentle nature and care for her family's future would influence her decision."

Bingley drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the arm of his chair and answered reluctantly, "Perhaps I shall join you then."

Miss Bingley fought to quell her rising smile as she declared, "I think that is best, dear brother."

"Yes; I shall join you in London," he said, his hands quaking. "We shall leave at once. Please make the necessary preparations, Caroline."

With that, he wished them a good morning and his voice caught with the effort. Swallowing the rising lump in his throat, he strode from the room.

Mrs. Hurst looked toward her sister and declared, "That was very well done."

"Indeed," Miss Bingley said as she smiled.

Her brow furrowing thoughtfully, Mrs. Hurst asked, "You are certain we are doing the correct thing?"

Miss Bingley resumed her seat, and lightly buttering her toast, said, "Our brother was born for greater things than being a country gentleman. I will see that our things are packed immediately so that we might leave before supper."

"What if he should wish to return though?" Mrs. Hurst inquired worriedly.

"By then we will have allied ourselves with Mr. Darcy, and he will aid us in convincing Charles otherwise," Miss Bingley said firmly.

Mrs. Hurst nodded distractedly and turned her uncertain gaze toward the door before returning her attention to the meal.

"Lizzy!" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed as she saw Elizabeth enter the house from her walk. "Mr. Collins wishes to speak with you!"

Elizabeth's brow furrowed slightly as she removed her bonnet, saying, "I am certain I shall speak with him at breakfast, Mama. I will only be a moment."

Mrs. Bennet looked over her shoulder nervously where Mr. Collins stood listening and declared, "I insist you hear Mr. Collins now."

Elizabeth pulled her gloves from her hands distractedly, confusion over her mother's adamant entreaties making her silent. She could not imagine what Mr. Collins had to say to her that could not be heard in company. Pulling her arms free from her spencer, her eyes widened in surprise as an idea of his intentions struck her.

‘No; it is not possible,' she thought, her worry rising. ‘He cannot possibly mean to propose.'

Laying her spencer aside, she declared firmly, "Really, Mama; Mr. Collins can have nothing to say to me that our family cannot hear."

As Elizabeth attempted to move toward the dining room, Mrs. Bennet moved in front of her to stay her progress. Elizabeth felt her mother's presence before her, and turning her face toward her pleadingly, waited for her answer.

"Be a good girl now, Lizzy," Mrs. Bennet said easily as she smiled brightly at Mr. Collins.

Elizabeth listened in mortification as her mother swept quickly from the room. Moving slowly toward the window, Elizabeth felt for its soft cushion and sat heavily upon it. She bid her racing heart to steady as she heard Mr. Collins move slightly closer.

"Cousin Elizabeth," he began. "I trust that you are surprised by my wishing to speak with you."

"Indeed, sir, I cannot imagine why you have singled me out so," Elizabeth said sincerely, her brow rising in astonishment.

Mr. Collins smiled slightly, and wiping his brow, declared, "Perhaps I should begin with my reasons for addressing you in the first place."

"Mr. Collins, I... " she endeavored to begin.

"Nay, please, madam," he said staying her speech. "My reasons for addressing you are, first, that I think it a right thing for every clergyman to set such an example in his parish; secondly, that I am convinced it will add greatly to the happiness of so many; and thirdly -- which perhaps ought to have mentioned earlier, that it is the particular advice and recommendation of the very noble lady whom I have the honor of calling patroness."

Elizabeth forced herself to smile, but paled as he continued, "It was but the very Saturday night before I left Hunsford, that she said... "

Unable to remain silent any longer, Elizabeth rose from her seat and declared urgently, "Really, Mr. Collins, I believe we should rejoin the family."

Mr. Collins was undeterred by this interruption and pressed on, stating, "She said, ‘Choose properly, choose a gentlewoman for my sake; let her be an active, useful sort of person, not brought up high, but able to make a small income go a good way. Find such a woman as soon as you can and bring her to Rosings where I will be happy to make her acquaintance."

He paused in reverence to reflect on that fine lady's words, and Elizabeth resumed her seat, pressing a hand to her forehead in frustration. She listened unhappily as he moved nearer to her, and prepared herself for his inevitable and astonishing proposal.

Moving to a seat near Elizabeth, Mr. Collins said gently, "Almost as soon as I entered the house, I singled you out as Miss de Bourgh's future companion."

Elizabeth inhaled sharply, and turning in wonder toward her cousin, asked in disbelief, "Miss de Bourgh's companion?"

"Yes, indeed," Mr. Collins said happily as Elizabeth breathed. "I have written to Lady Catherine of you, and she feels, as I do, that despite your infirmity, which I related to her in full, you would be a suitable choice for her daughter's companion. Though at first she was shocked that I should even suggest such a person as you, she has since determined that your intelligence, musical proficiency, and modesty are enough to suffice. She requests that you join me on my journey on Saturday so that you might be in her employ by the Monday following."

Mr. Collins finished proudly, and smiled in satisfaction as he watched Elizabeth for her answer. He had entered Longbourn feeling himself obligated to make amends to the daughters of Mr. Bennet, and as he witnessed Elizabeth's conversations and vivacity, he determined that she would greatly benefit from a position at Rosings, and he had no doubt that her family would be thankful that her future would be so well-secured.

Elizabeth's brow furrowed unhappily, and blushing angrily at his patroness' presumption, she declared, "You are too hasty, sir, for you forget I have made you no answer."

Mr. Collins' brow furrowed in confusion as Elizabeth said evenly, "I thank you and Lady Catherine for the compliment you are paying me by such an offer, but it is impossible for me to accept it."

Mr. Collins' waved his hand dismissively and declared, "I understand that upon hearing such a plan, you may be compelled to view it as a position of service, and therefore beneath you, but I assure you Lady Catherine will not treat you cruelly. She asks only that the distinction of class be maintained. I am certain she would allow you your own room and she is willing to pay you a reasonable wage."

Elizabeth laughed lightly, and shaking her head, "I am happy to hear Lady Catherine would be such a benevolent mistress, but I assure you I am perfectly serious in my refusal. Nay, were your friend Lady Catherine to know me, I am persuaded she would find me in every respect ill qualified for such a situation."

Mr. Collins stared in wonder, struck silent for a moment by such a firm refusal. Shaking his head and recovering himself slightly, he leaned forward and said gently, "My dear cousin, you must own that it would behoove you to accept what I am offering. You must know that in spite of your manifold attractions, it is most likely that an offer of marriage will never be made to you."

Elizabeth bristled at these last words, and standing quickly from her seat, declared in annoyance, "Thank you for your concern, sir, but I will take my chances."

Mr. Collins gazed at his cousin, clearly surprised by the vehemence with which she spoke, and said, "But your honored parents would certainly wish to see you well settled and you surely would not wish to continue to be a burden to them as you already are."

Biting her lip to quell her anger, Elizabeth shook her head slowly, and turning on her heel, walked determinedly from the room. Mr. Collins looked after her as Mrs. Bennet reentered the room smiling brightly.

"Come, Mr. Collins," she said happily to the man she thought successful in his proposal. "Let us go into the dining room for some breakfast."

Mr. Collins shook his head distractedly and declared, "No, madam, I do not think myself very hungry. I feel myself in great need of a walk."

With that, he turned and made his way out of doors as Mrs. Bennet watched in wonder. Paling slightly as she realized what such a departure suggested, she gathered her skirts and ran quickly after Elizabeth. Entering the dining room, Mrs. Bennet noticed Elizabeth's color heightened as she took her seat silently.

"What have you done, you silly girl!" Mrs. Bennet cried unhappily.

Her other daughters looked toward her in astonishment, but Elizabeth's face remained resolutely turned downward.

Elizabeth's jaw tightened as she declared, "I do not know to what you refer, Mama."

Mrs. Bennet swept into the room fully, and gripping the back of her chair for support, she exclaimed, "You have refused Mr. Collins! Whatever are you thinking?"

Lydia snorted loudly at this and Jane quickly silenced her as Elizabeth nodded her head, and answered simply, "I have."

Mrs. Bennet dropped heavily into her chair, fanning herself feverishly and calling for her smelling salts. Mr. Bennet entered the room quietly, looking in amusement toward his wife and shaking his head at her hysterics.

"My dear Mrs. Bennet, whatever could have unsettled you so that I find you in such a state this early in the morning?" he asked, smiling dryly as he took his seat.

"Oh, Mr. Bennet!" Mrs. Bennet cried, her strident voice breaking with the force of her disappointment. "You must make Elizabeth see reason at once!"

Mr. Bennet's brow furrowed as he asked, "Elizabeth is usually a very reasonable creature; on what subject must I make her see reason?"

Mrs. Bennet rose from her chair, and stomping her foot impatiently, declared, "Mr. Collins' proposal; Lizzy says she will not have him, and if you do not speak to her, Mr. Collins will not have her."

Elizabeth turned toward her mother in surprise, and exclaimed, "Mr. Collins has not proposed to me, madam!"

Mrs. Bennet waved her hand dismissively and said, "You may say whatever you like, Lizzy, but your father will surely see the necessity in your marrying Mr. Collins. You will be mistress of Longbourn and that is all there is to it!"

Mr. Bennet's eyes widened in wonder, and frowning slightly, he turned toward his second eldest and asked, "Is this true, Lizzy? Mr. Collins has proposed?"

Before Elizabeth could answer, Mrs. Bennet stood from her seat and exclaimed, "He has indeed! You must make her marry him or I will never see her again!"

Mr. Bennet shook his head at his wife's declaration and looked expectantly toward Elizabeth.

Elizabeth turned toward her father and answered calmly, "As I said, my mother is mistaken. Mr. Collins has not made me an offer."

"There you have it, my dear," Mr. Bennet said to his wife as he settled into his seat. "That is a very fine thing, for if he had proposed to you, Lizzy, you would unfortunately have to become a stranger to one of your parents."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed in confusion as her father added, "Your mother would not see you again if you did not marry him, and I would never see you again if you did."

Mrs. Bennet cried out in indignation, and fanning herself with her napkin, fell back into her seat. Mr. Bennet smiled broadly at his cleverness and Elizabeth fought to quiet her rising good humor.

"Then why ever did he ask to speak with you alone?" Mrs. Bennet asked suddenly.

Elizabeth colored and said wryly, "He wished to extend an invitation from his noble patroness."

Mrs. Bennet's eyes brightened at this pronouncement, and clapping happily, declared, "Well now; an invitation to Rosings Park. What a fine thing for you, Lizzy, for you could surely use the exposure to some civilized company, what with all of your traipsing about the country. You are turning rather wild."

Elizabeth smiled slightly and answered, "It was not an invitation to improve my society or habits, Mama."

Mrs. Bennet's exclamations were abruptly silenced by this intelligence, and she watched as her daughter added quietly, "Lady Catherine wished me to enter into her employ."

Mr. Bennet laughed openly at this, and feeling his wife's hopes for procuring Mr. Collins as a son-in-law quickly fading, he asked, "In what capacity?"

"Mr. Collins seems to believe me to be of such even temper and gentility as to have recommended me as a fitting companion for Miss de Bourgh," Elizabeth explained evenly, though her annoyance over her cousin's presumption and hurtful observation regarding her future had yet to diminish.

Mrs. Bennet looked stricken and exclaimed, "This is how he seeks to make my daughters an amends!"

Jane gently declared, "I am certain our cousin meant no affront by his offer to Lizzy."

"No, he meant no affront," Elizabeth agreed. "He seemed to believe that you would heartily approve of such a situation, Mama."

Elizabeth turned toward her mother, waiting for her response and hoping she would not be disappointed by it. Mrs. Bennet bit her lip thoughtfully, and studied her second eldest intently, before frowning.

Standing from her seat, she exclaimed, "I will have him turned from this house at once! What an insufferable man to attempt to force one of my daughters into a life of service."

Elizabeth smiled as she heard Mrs. Bennet move toward the door to call for Hill and to see that Mr. Collins' belongings were packed and a carriage prepared.

"Sit down, Mrs. Bennet," he said calmly to stay his wife's progress. "You will do no such thing. Mr. Collins did not attempt to ‘force' Elizabeth into anything."

Looking toward his daughter fondly, he added, "And from what I gather of the conversation, Elizabeth would not have allowed it anyway."

Elizabeth smiled slightly, blushing as she remembered her abrupt dismissal of Mr. Collins.

Mr. Bennet patted her hand lightly and continued, "He is a silly man to be sure, but he is not malicious."

Mrs. Bennet prepared to argue, but sighing heavily, remained silent and fell heavily into her chair. Reaching for Lydia's hand, she said weakly, "Fetch my smelling salts; I fear I may faint."

As Lydia rushed out, Mrs. Bennet added quietly, "If only Mr. Collins would marry one of you, I would not be in such a condition."

"That is hardly something we can control, Mama," Elizabeth answered dryly.

Mrs. Bennet leveled her gaze on Elizabeth and declared, "Perhaps if you were more like your sister, Jane, in your manner and address Mr. Collins would have made you an offer."

Elizabeth shook her head and declared flatly, "I believe, and I feel Mr. Collins would agree, that I am not an appropriate choice for him."

Picking up her fork, she added, "And I would have refused him in any case."

Elizabeth turned her attention to her breakfast as Mrs. Bennet wailed loudly and bemoaned the ungrateful behavior of her daughters. Jane shook her head at her mother's hysterics and attempted to calm her, while Mary and Catherine looked at each other in wonder. Unable to bear his wife's fit any longer, Mr. Bennet rose from his seat.

"I believe I shall return to my library," he said quickly. "If Mr. Bingley's report regarding Mr. Darcy's abilities as a chess player is true, I must prepare myself."

Wishing the company a good morning, he departed. Elizabeth blushed noticeably at this reminder of Mr. Darcy's approaching arrival. She had spent much of the previous night thinking on her encounters with that gentleman, and admitted reluctantly that she desperately wished Jane and Charlotte's suppositions were correct.

‘And what if he does feel for you?' her mind asked seriously. ‘Do you believe a marriage with a man of his wealth to be possible?'

Elizabeth bit her lip fretfully, unable and unprepared to answer such a question, and feeling herself incapable of remaining at the table, she excused herself.

"I believe I shall take a short walk," she explained as she moved toward the door.

Jane answered her distractedly before returning her attention to their mother, and passing the smelling salts Lydia had brought under Mrs. Bennet's nose. Elizabeth smiled, pleased by their being occupied so, and strode quickly toward into the front hall. Securing her gloves and bonnet, she reflected that she wished heartily she would not meet up with Mr. Collins.

Buttoning her spencer she asked quietly, "Whatever would Mr. Darcy say if he knew of Lady Catherine's request of me?"

Laughing lightly at the idea, she stepped out the door hoping that the cool air would calm her anxiety over meeting with Mr. Darcy. In the solitude provided by Longbourn's paths she hoped the hours until luncheon would pass quickly.

Bingley closed the door of his study heavily behind him, and leaning against it, he stared unhappily at the missive in his hands. He fingered the seal idly as he reflected on his sisters' unhappy revelation that morning. Despite the ache of disappointment in his chest and his desperate need to quit Hertfordshire, he had written to Mr. Bennet of Darcy's departure, explaining in it the circumstances of his journey to Pemberley. Though he had been loath to do so, he added his own apologies and expressed an urgent need to leave for London. Breathing deeply, Bingley shook his head sadly and walked toward the drawing room. As he passed the open doors of Netherfield's spacious rooms, he saw his servants carefully covering the furniture and paintings with linen. Stopping in the doorframe of the dining room, his eyes studied the stark white cloths that pooled over each chair and the long table. Thinking of the laughter and conversations that filled the room the previous evening, he shook his head in wonder.

‘How quickly such gaiety can be erased,' he thought bitterly.

Continuing on toward the drawing room, and finding his sisters therein, he declared flatly, "I see you have made all the necessary preparations, Caroline. That was done rather quickly."

Miss Bingley turned quickly around from her position near the window where she watched two footmen drawing the drapes and said seriously, "I thought it best we depart following luncheon. Remaining any longer will only cause you pain, dear brother."

Bingley nodded distractedly, and sat heavily upon a chair near the door. "I feel myself heartily wounded," he said sadly.

Miss Bingley moved toward him, and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, said, "It is for the best. You will be in London by this evening and among your friends tomorrow."

Bingley waved away her hand, and holding his letter aloft, declared, "You may add this to your preparations then. See that Fossett delivers it to Longbourn before we depart."

Miss Bingley eyed the note suspiciously before smiling comfortingly and saying, "Of course, Charles."

Standing from his seat, Bingley added, "It is of the utmost importance, Caroline. I would relate the contents in person, but as it is... "

His voice caught painfully and the words that were to follow died on his tongue. He looked toward the floorboards, hoping his sister would infer his meaning.

"I understand," she said evenly. "I shall see to it at once. Why do you not rest before luncheon, Charles; surely it will do you good."

Bingley nodded slightly, and answered, "Perhaps I will."

Turning slowly toward the door, he departed silently unaware that his sisters watched him carefully.

"He looks much altered," Mrs. Hurst said sadly from her place near the fire. "I have never seen him thus, even with all his falling in and out of love."

Miss Bingley pursed her lips and declared, "He will surely be well once he returns to London. The society there can cure every degree of melancholy."

Tuning the missive over in her hand and studying it, she added, "I too have a letter bound for Longbourn."

Ringing the bell, Miss Bingley waited impatiently for the butler to appear. Walking toward the desk, she produced a letter from its drawer, its elegant direction bearing the name ‘Miss Jane Bennet.' The butler soon entered, and glancing briefly at her sister, Miss Bingley placed her brother's missive into the drawer and closed it firmly.

"See that this is delivered to Longbourn at once," she directed him.

Taking the proffered letter, Fosset bowed and departed quickly to carry out his mistress' orders.

Mrs. Hurst watched curiously as her sister resumed her position by the window and asked, "Whatever are you about, Caroline?"

Miss Bingley looked toward her and declared innocently, "Surely the Bennets do not need two notes of explanation, Louisa. The sentiments and apologies would all be the same."

Smiling slightly, she added, "I believe my note to Jane will suffice."

Mrs. Hurst shook her head in wonder at her sister's scheming, and standing from her seat, said seriously, "I hope you are right in your estimation of our brother's feelings, dear sister."

With that Mrs. Hurst swept quickly from the room, her silk skirts moving furiously about her ankles with the force of her steps. Miss Bingley watched her sister depart, and shrugging lightly, returned her attention to the drapes.

Elizabeth ran her hand along the cold stone of the bench before sitting upon it. She had wandered for sometime through Longbourn's wilderness, and suddenly finding herself tired, made her way across the lawn toward the garden. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and relaxed her hands against the stone sending her palms tingling with its biting chill. She remembered when he had sat beside her on the same bench, and she saw with perfect clarity the strong lines of his face as she had discovered them that day. Sighing slightly, she reflected that she desperately wished to envision his eyes.

‘Lizzy, Lizzy,' she scolded herself.

During her walk she had resolved to meet with him with equanimity and had schooled her apprehension. Though Jane and Charlotte's adamant assertions that Mr. Darcy felt something for her beyond friendship and concern made her dizzy, Elizabeth refused to allow herself to believe that any attachment or promise could be made.

Opening her eyes, she whispered, "Regardless of how much I wish it."

Shaking her head sadly, she rose from her seat and reflected on what it would be to be ‘Mrs. Darcy.' The requirements that would be placed upon her would be unlike anything she had ever experienced, and Elizabeth felt that she would be heartily unprepared for them. She would feel anxious moving among the countless people she would encounter during the season in Town, for she had no doubt the mistress of Pemberley would be expected to keep company among the ton.

‘And what would they think of you?' her mind asked. ‘They would see nothing beyond your careful steps and blindness.'

Releasing a breath harshly, she admitted the truth in this thought, but her bitter reflections were interrupted by the memory of her conversations with him. She smiled gently, hearing his light almost reluctant laughter and his steady voice.

"He sees beyond those things," she said softly.

Elizabeth began walking toward the house slowly, listening to the gravel crunch beneath her steps and inhaling the damp late autumn air. She realized that while as mistress of Pemberley, one would have to put up with a great deal, the rewards would be infinite. To be in the company of such a man, to be loved by such a man, would be something very great indeed.

Realizing she approached the entrance, she untied her bonnet and removed it before smoothing some wayward curls. Stepping inside, Elizabeth was met by Hill in the hall.

"Afternoon, Miss Elizabeth," Hill said cheerfully as she helped Elizabeth remove her spencer

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she asked, "Afternoon?"

Hill laughed lightly and declared, "Why yes, miss. You must have walked very far today. Another half hour and I would have come in search of you!"

Elizabeth smiled and said, "I suppose I lost track of the time."

"You most certainly did! You missed luncheon entirely," Hill exclaimed as she laughed lightly at Elizabeth's surprised expression. "Fear not, there is a plate waiting for you in the kitchen. I will see that Sarah brings it for you."

Shaking her head at her own inattentiveness to the hour, Elizabeth thanked Hill. Laying her gloves aside, and blushing slightly, she asked, "Has my father had any visitors?"

Hill shook her head and answered, "No, miss. He instructed me to bring Mr. Darcy to his library whenever he should arrive."

Elizabeth's brow furrowed at this intelligence, and thanking Hill a final time, walked toward the drawing room. She thought it strange that Mr. Darcy had yet to arrive, and for a brief moment, she worried for his welfare.

"That is foolish, Lizzy," she said softly.

She reminded herself that he was a fine horseman and that the distance between Netherfield and Longbourn was a short one. Comforting herself with the knowledge that he surely had estate business to attend to but would arrive soon, she smiled and entered the drawing room. On her entering she was immediately confronted by Mrs. Bennet's unhappy wails.

"However could this have happened?" she cried as she waved her handkerchief feverishly. "It was all going so well!"

Elizabeth's brow rose in surprise, moving quickly to her customary seat near Jane, she asked, "What has happened, Mama?"

Mrs. Bennet turned to answer her daughter, but was overcome by her sobs. Elizabeth listened in amazement, and moving her hand to the cushion next to her, found it empty.

Noticing her sister's movement, Mary pressed Elizabeth's other hand lightly and said, "Jane has retreated to her room."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to inquire as to the reason, but hearing her mother's wretched sniffling, thought the better of it and rose quickly from her seat. Moving out into the hallway, Elizabeth ascended the stairs, and once at the top, knocked lightly on Jane's door. Hearing her sister bid her enter, Elizabeth breathed deeply, and pressing down the iron handle, moved inside.

"Jane?" she asked quietly.

"I am here, Lizzy," Jane answered softly from her seat on the bed.

Elizabeth walked slowly toward her voice, and feeling the soft mattress beneath her fingers, sat beside her sister.

"Are you unwell?" Elizabeth asked, her brow knitting with worry as she reached for Jane's hand.

Elizabeth felt a letter curled in Jane's hand, and taking the missive, fingered it curiously and turned expectantly toward Jane.

Sensing her sister's question, Jane said, "It is from Caroline Bingley. She writes that the entire party will have removed from Netherfield by now, with little intention of returning."

"What?" Elizabeth choked out in surprise. "Whatever do you mean?"

Jane took the letter from Elizabeth's hands and declared, "I shall read to you so that you may give me your opinion on it."

Elizabeth leaned back against the bedpost, her mind racing madly with the knowledge that Mr. Darcy was no longer at Netherfield and the hope everyone had for Jane with regard to Mr. Bingley had all but vanished. She held her breath as Jane read quietly:

My dearest friend,

By the time you have received this letter, the whole of our party will have removed from Netherfield. My most sincere apologies for our not meeting with you again before our departure, but we are so eager to return to Mr. Hurst's house in Grosvenor Street and there are such preparations to be made that I have hardly the time to write. While our time in Hertfordshire and in your company, my dearest friend, has been most delightful, I cannot pretend that the prospect of being in Town is unwelcome. Louisa and I hope, at some future period, to enjoy once again the intercourse we have known with you, and in the meanwhile hope most fervently that we may enjoy a frequent correspondence. I depend on you to share with us the news of Hertfordshire, whenever worthy news arises.

Mr. Darcy departed quite late last night, undoubtedly impatient to return to the business of his estate, and with his absence, Charles has determined it is time that he too attends to neglected business. Though he is determined to retain Netherfield, we are convinced that when Charles gets to Town he will be in no hurry to leave it again. I wish I could hear that you, my dearest friend, had any intention of journeying to Town during the festive season that is approaching, but I despair knowing this cannot be so.

We are anticipating seeing Mr. Darcy's sister often, for it has been quite some time since our last meeting. She has no equal for beauty, elegance, and accomplishments, and though I have often refrained from sharing such wishes, you will not fault me for sharing them with you. My brother admires her greatly already, and I confess I hope to see them often in company so that they might begin to share a greater degree of intimacy. I know you cannot believe me wrong for indulging such a hope, for a connection between them would secure the happiness of so many.

I must leave you now as there is much to be done in such a house. Please extend our best wishes to your family and God bless you.

-Caroline Bingley

Jane sighed deeply as she folded the missive and placed it on the bed. Elizabeth had remained silent throughout her reading, struck first by Miss Bingley's callus dismissal of their untoward departure, but more powerfully by the knowledge that Mr. Darcy had left Netherfield before them. Elizabeth pressed her hands to her cheeks, feeling their heat drain as her icy fingertips touched them.

Watching her sister carefully, Jane declared, "I believe Miss Bingley has made it quite clear that there is little chance in any of their returning to Hertfordshire this winter. It seems she anticipates being much engaged with Mr. Darcy and his sister. Can there be any other opinion?"

Elizabeth bit her lip thoughtfully, and closing her eyes momentarily to steady her mind, answered, "It is quite obvious Miss Bingley wishes her brother to marry Miss Darcy and hopes to discourage you by telling you of it."

"You cannot believe her so deceitful, Lizzy," Jane said gently. "I am certain she means only to warn me so that I might guard my heart from disappointment."

Elizabeth stood abruptly from her seat and stated passionately, "If that was so, then she would have said as much long ago."

Passing her hand over her face, she moved toward the window, and laying her hand against the pane, added, "You ought to believe me, Jane. You are too good, too angelic to doubt the intentions of others."

Jane looked thoughtfully toward her sister and said, "That may be, but I cannot believe Caroline Bingley is capable of such deceit."

Elizabeth shook her head lightly, and not wishing to pain her sister further, determined not to mention her friend again. Returning to her seat, Elizabeth declared comfortingly, "I am so very sorry, Jane."

Jane patted Elizabeth's hand gently and confessed softly, "Though I will surely remember him as one of the most amiable men of my acquaintance, he has not injured me. I only fear what others may say."

Elizabeth clasped Jane's hand tightly and said vehemently, "I defy anyone to say anything cruel about you or Mr. Bingley."

Jane smiled slightly, but frowned as she noticed her sister's pale complexion and declared gently, "I am certain Mr. Darcy's business was very grave indeed to make him depart so abruptly."

Closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill, Elizabeth declared, "I cannot fault him for having business to attend to."

Standing from her seat, Elizabeth moved toward the door, but was prevented by Jane's grasping her arm urgently.

Jane looked imploringly at Elizabeth and declared, "He loves you, Elizabeth; of that I am certain."

Elizabeth patted Jane's hand gently and answered, "Perhaps, but that matters little now."

Leaning forward and kissing Jane on the forehead, Elizabeth said, "I think I will practice the pianoforte until supper. Will you join me, dear sister?"

Recognizing Elizabeth wished to occupy her mind, but did not want to leave her to her own thoughts, Jane nodded and answered, "I would be delighted."

Standing from her seat and smoothing her gown, Jane took Elizabeth's hand, and clasping it tightly, moved with her out of the room. Elizabeth laid her head lightly on Jane's shoulder, and the two sisters descended the stairs slowly together