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Chapter 27: Renewing Acquaintances

Posted on 2008-10-05

Elizabeth's mouth opened wordlessly in response, her mind reeling with the knowledge of his appearance. Lowering her hand and breathing deeply to calm her racing heart, Elizabeth felt the heat rise to her cheeks.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Darcy," she said quietly as she dropped into a light curtsey.

Darcy's eyes had yet to stray from her, and he smiled slightly at hearing her voice, and reflected that he had missed its sound acutely. Taking a breath, he moved forward and stopped a few feet from her.

"I hope you are well, Miss Bennet," he declared slowly, willing his voice steady.

Elizabeth smiled, and acknowledged that she was, before falling silent once again. She bit her lip nervously, desperately wishing to ask after his health, sister, and estate, but feeling uncertain how to begin. She reflected that the man who had so occupied her thoughts over the past weeks, and whose presence she had longed for, was now standing before her, and she could not bring herself to speak.

‘You are being ridiculous, Elizabeth,' she admonished herself. ‘You resolved not to let this first meeting unsettle you so.'

With this thought, her brow furrowed slightly as she realized they were only to meet with him tomorrow evening, and she wondered at his coming. Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, Darcy watched her carefully, studying the emotions as they played across her face. He wondered at her silence, and frowning slightly, wondered if Mr. Bennet had told her of the reason for his departure. Darcy closed his eyes to quiet his rising fear, and opening them slowly, fixed his gaze on Elizabeth once more, and took the remaining steps to stand directly before her.

He noticed Elizabeth breathe sharply when she felt him arrive at her side, and smiling slightly, Darcy reached tentatively for her right hand. Clasping it lightly, he brought it up between them, and reflected on the warmth that radiated from it.

Breathing deeply, he declared, "I assume your family is well, for I had a letter from your father telling me such."

Smiling at this evidence of his continued correspondence with her father, and willing her mind to tear itself from the feeling of his bare hand holding her own, Elizabeth answered quietly, "They are well, sir."

Raising her face to his, she added, "I hope that your sister is well, and that all affected by the fire have recovered. I was very sorry when I heard of it."

"Georgiana is well," Darcy said evenly, his mind quieting with the knowledge that Mr. Bennet had shared the contents of his letter with her. "My groom and his family are doing quite well; the doctor is quite optimistic that the burns my groom suffered will be fully healed before spring."

Elizabeth nodded and said, "I am very glad to hear it."

Happy in her presence, Darcy unconsciously moved his thumb over Elizabeth's knuckles as he declared distractedly, "I was very glad to hear you were to come to London."

Elizabeth shivered slightly as Darcy brought his other hand up to cover her own. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his fingers lightly tracing over the back of her hand.

Opening her eyes, and feeling her heart beat more quickly at this intelligence, she answered softly, "I am very glad to be here."

Raising his eyes to her face, and noticing her heightened color, Darcy suddenly recognized the impropriety of their situation, and the candor with which he spoke. Clearing his throat slightly, and releasing Elizabeth's hand reluctantly, Darcy took a small step back so that he might compose himself. Returning his gaze to her countenance, and noticing the blush there, he allowed himself to smile slightly.

‘At least my presence affects her, for I find hers wholly distracting,' he reflected.

So absorbed in the other's presence, the two did not notice the entrance of the others until Darcy was greeted by the master of the house. He started when he heard the voice greeting him, and blushing at his own inattentiveness, Darcy turned to meet the good-natured gaze of Mr. Gardiner.

Bowing low, Darcy declared evenly, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."

Mr. Gardiner studied the young man before him, surprised by his height and serious mien, but detecting his nervousness, smiled easily and reflected that this Mr. Darcy was merely uncomfortable in the presence of strangers.

Recovering herself, Elizabeth declared, "Mr. Gardiner, this is Mr. Darcy."

Having no doubt that her aunt and Jane had joined them, Elizabeth blushed slightly and added, "Mr. Darcy this is my aunt, Mrs. Gardiner, and you will remember my sister."

"Mrs. Gardiner," Darcy greeted warmly before turning and declaring, "Miss Bennet, I am happy to see you again."

Jane curtseyed lightly, and glancing quickly toward her sister, noticed the color rising to her cheeks. Smiling pleasantly, Jane declared, "It is a pleasure to see you as well, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy shifted slightly and looked toward his boots as he felt the company studying him. For a moment, he wished he had not come, but raising his eyes to Elizabeth's and noticing the happiness there, Darcy breathed easily. Looking toward the rest of the company, Darcy resolved to make himself amiable despite his nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, he declared, "I am sorry for my sudden visit, sir, but I wished to ascertain if you received the invitation to dine with my sister and myself tomorrow evening."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at the young man in front of her, and noting how often he looked toward Elizabeth, answered happily, "We did indeed, Mr. Darcy, and we thank you for your kindness."

"We would be very happy to join you," Mr. Gardiner added.

Darcy smiled broadly at this intelligence, and his heart leapt at the opportunity to introduce Elizabeth to his sister. Feeling certain the two women would enjoy each other's company immensely, Darcy declared, "I am very glad to hear it."

Though he spoke to the company, he could not help but turn his eyes to Elizabeth and add, "My sister is looking forward to making your acquaintance."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled and said, "We are anticipating meeting her as well. Will you join us for tea, Mr. Darcy?"

Tearing his eyes from Elizabeth, Darcy answered, "I would be happy to, Mrs. Gardiner."

Smiling pleasantly, Mrs. Gardiner took her husband's proffered arm and moved toward the drawing room as Jane followed after them. Elizabeth walked slowly in the direction of their retreating footsteps, but she stayed her progress when she heard Mr. Darcy call her name. Her brow rising in wonder, she turned toward his voice.

Stepping tentatively toward her, Darcy declared quietly, "I find I must apologize, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth remained silent as Darcy continued, "I should not have left Hertfordshire without taking my leave of you properly."

Blushing at the transparency of his assertion, Darcy added quickly, "And your family."

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief and answered, "Mr. Darcy, you have nothing to apologize for. No one would fault you for wishing to return to your home after hearing such news."

His mind filled with Miss Bingley's deceit, Darcy shook his head sadly and said, "You are too good, madam, to forgive me so easily."

Recognizing the bitterness in his tone, Elizabeth's brow knitted in confusion as she asserted, "Truly, Mr. Darcy, you need not apologize to me."

Darcy raised his gaze to her face, and noting the concern there, he resolved to make amends. Quietly accepting her forgiveness, he extended his arm toward her and asked, "Shall we rejoin the others?"

Elizabeth nodded slightly, and willed her breathing to steady as she felt him reach for her hand. She noted that he clasped it surely before moving it toward the crook of his arm, and she smiled broadly at the contact.

As they moved into the hallway, Elizabeth remarked lightly, "It has been over a month since I have availed myself of your arm, sir."

"It has indeed," Darcy answered quietly, watching her eyes dance merrily.

Pleased that she seemed happy in his presence, and remembering how easy he felt in hers, Darcy added boldly, "It has been a service I have missed heartily."

Elizabeth laughed lightly and asserted, "Now it is you who are being too good."

"Quite the contrary, I assure you," Darcy answered, smiling as he studied her profile. "I consider it an honor, madam."

Elizabeth blushed slightly, and as she was uncertain how to answer, she was thankful as they entered the drawing room. Mr. Darcy escorted her to the settee so that she might sit beside Jane, and thanking him quietly, Elizabeth felt him move across the room to speak with her aunt and uncle. She immediately missed the feeling of his strong arm beneath her fingers, and she inhaled sharply at the memory of the sensation.

‘You resolved to be unaffected by his presence,' she reminded herself. ‘You are acting ridiculously, Lizzy.'

Biting her lip fretfully, she hoped that her unease was not noticed by the company, but blushed feeling Jane squeeze her fingers lightly. Sighing slightly, she turned toward her sister's silent inquiry.

"I am well, Jane," she said calmly. "I told you we were to meet as common and indifferent acquaintances."

"Hardly indifferent," Jane answered quietly, her eyes looking toward Mr. Darcy, who talked amiably with her aunt and uncle. "It was very kind of him to call on us."

Elizabeth nodded and said, "It was indeed."

Turning back to her sister, Jane watched Elizabeth carefully, and noting her sister's rising color, had no doubt as to her feelings regarding Mr. Darcy's unexpected appearance. Smiling slightly, she noted how Elizabeth's eyes danced merrily despite her nervousness.

Pressing Elizabeth's hand a final time, Jane remarked quietly, "I think our aunt and uncle approve of your Mr. Darcy. Surely his visiting us so soon after our arrival bespeaks his partiality toward you."

Hushing her sister urgently, Elizabeth blushed furiously and declared firmly, "I will not have you speaking so, Jane."

Biting her lip thoughtfully, Elizabeth added sadly, "I will not allow myself to hope there is anything in his wishing to be reacquainted than his apparent friendship with our father. To wish anything else would be foolish."

Jane prepared to answer, but was silenced by the approach of the others. Settling back into her seat, Jane resolved to observe Mr. Darcy's interaction with Elizabeth and determine if the reasons for Mr. Darcy's seeking them out were, as she suspected, evidence of his affection. Meanwhile, Elizabeth listened nervously as Mr. Darcy took the seat across from her, adjusting his waistcoat and setting his cup on the side table. Elizabeth breathed deeply, willing her anxiety to dissipate, and forcing herself to smile, she turned her attention to her aunt's conversation.

"I was very happy to hear from Mr. Bennet that your estate did not suffer any permanent damage as a result of the fire," Mrs. Gardiner said sincerely. "It is a beautiful place."

Darcy studied Mrs. Gardiner and asked skeptically, "You know of Pemberley, madam?"

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at the young man's surprise and declared, "I do indeed; I spent the whole of my youth in Lambton."

His brow rising in astonishment, Darcy said, "That is but five miles away; it is a lovely place."

"You are right, sir," Mrs. Gardiner answered. "I find it the dearest place in the world and I miss it heartily."

Darcy smiled slightly, feeling his unease lessening with the knowledge that the woman before him knew his Derbyshire as he did. Looking toward Elizabeth, and noting she listened intently, he hoped she approved of his being there. Picking up the delicate cup beside him, he sipped the warm brew and breathed deeply as he studied Elizabeth's appearance. Though her presence was as vibrant, he could not help but notice that her countenance was drawn. His brow knitted in concern as he wondered at the cause.

‘Could it not be caused by the same thoughts that have kept you up nightly?' his mind whispered.

Shaking his head slightly to rid himself of these thoughts, Darcy turned toward Mrs. Gardiner and declared, "Then I hope you will find an opportunity to visit it soon."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at the young man in front of her, his preoccupation with her niece not lost on her, and said, "I hope so as well."

She continued to study Mr. Darcy intently as her husband engaged him in an earnest discussion regarding trout fishing. She laughed lightly at the alacrity with which her husband spoke, and she watched in amusement as Mr. Darcy endeavored to match such enthusiasm. Turning her eyes on Elizabeth, she noted the light blush on her cheeks, and how attentively she listened to Mr. Darcy's words. Mrs. Gardiner's brow arched in wonder, and her eyes widened in surprise, as she admitted the possibility that the degree of acquaintance between her niece and Mr. Darcy was far greater than she assumed. Looking between the pair, her suspicions were confirmed when Mr. Darcy's dark eyes settled steadily on Elizabeth's person, and a small smile spread across his face. Shaking her head in disbelief that such a gentleman could hold such an interest in her niece, Mrs. Gardiner's thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Darcy's strong voice.

"I fear I have trespassed on your time for too long," he said pleasantly as he stood from his seat, his eyes remaining on Elizabeth.

Tearing his gaze from her face, and the disappointment he detected there, he smiled, stating, "I promised my sister I would not be absent long."

Mr. Gardiner smiled warmly and declared, "I am much delighted to find such a knowledgeable angler in my midst, Mr. Darcy."

As Mr. Gardiner rose from his comfortable chair, Darcy extended his hand and said, "I look forward to continuing our discussion tomorrow evening."

"With such promise of good conversation, I look forward to the evening!" Mr. Gardiner exclaimed happily as he clasped Darcy's hand firmly.

Mrs. Gardiner smiled and said, "We thank you again for the invitation, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy bowed respectfully and declared, "My sister and I will be honored to have you as guests."

With that, Darcy moved to follow Mr. Gardiner into the hallway as Mrs. Gardiner, Elizabeth, and Jane walked after them. Darcy watched as the young maid he had encountered earlier returned with his greatcoat, gloves, and hat. Moving his arms into the fine wool sleeves before securing his gloves, Darcy turned toward the company and tucked his hat beneath his arm.

"It has been a pleasure meeting with you," Darcy said as he bowed once again to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

Glancing toward Miss Bennet, and noticing her genuine and open smile was masked slightly, Darcy stepped toward her and declared, "I hope you enjoy your stay in London, Miss Bennet, for there are many attractions to it."

Jane's smile did not falter as she turned her head to the side quizzically and said, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy; I am certain that is true."

Vowing to see Bingley's error rectified, Darcy bowed slightly before turning full toward Elizabeth. Moving tentatively toward her, Darcy watched as she smiled at his approach.

Feeling comforted that she did not seem to resent his appearance, Darcy declared softly, "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth's smile broadened as she curtseyed lightly and said, "I look forward to meeting your sister, sir."

"She will be delighted with you," Darcy answered distractedly.

Starting slightly at his candor and glancing at the others, Darcy's color heightened as he added quietly, "Have a good day, Miss Elizabeth."

Bowing low, he turned on his heel and descended the stairs toward his waiting carriage. On reaching the walk and pausing in his ascent into the carriage, Darcy glanced back and saw Elizabeth standing in the doorway, her cheeks reddening in the brisk air. Smiling at the welcoming picture she presented, Darcy imagined her standing in the doorway of their own home, and his heart swelled at the picture. Tearing his gaze from her, Darcy raised himself into his comfortable carriage and settled against its soft cushions. His eyes dancing hopefully, he tapped lightly on the roof and felt the carriage move forward.

Elizabeth remained at the door of her aunt and uncle's house, listening to the heavy footfalls of Mr. Darcy's team of horses diminishing down the busy street. She recalled his voice speaking candidly with her and greeting her quietly. Her heart leapt at the memory, and smiling merrily, she closed the door firmly against the winter chill.

Darcy breathed deeply as he adjusted his cravat nervously, straightening the flawless French knot his valet had just tied. Looking toward his reflection in the ornately carved mirror before him, he took in his appearance and assessed his dark evening attire. He stood rigidly, idly twisting his signet ring, as he reflected on the evening to come, and the seemingly torturous hours that led to it.

Following his visit at Gracechurch Street the previous day, the afternoon had moved slowly, and the hour during which he would see Elizabeth again had seemed impossibly far away. After arriving home, Darcy had retreated to his study and sought to distract himself by immersing himself in his correspondence. When the dinner hour had approached, Darcy heard a soft knock and watched as Georgiana tentatively peeked around the heavy door. He smiled at her appearance, and her reluctance to disturb him, admitting to himself that despite the maturity of her countenance, she was still very much a child. Waving her forward, Darcy stood from his seat behind his imposing desk.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Darcy had asked lightly, his eyes dancing with the good humor he had felt all afternoon.

Georgiana smiled slightly, and eyeing her brother curiously, wondered at the cause of his apparent happiness, declaring, "I have come to fetch you for supper."

Darcy's brow rose in surprise as he answered, "I had no idea the hour was so late."

"That is no wonder since you have been in this room all afternoon," Georgiana said wryly as she moved toward a chair by the fireplace.

Startled by her unintentional admonishment of her elder brother, she had apologized quickly and stated, "What I meant to say, is that you have been very busy today."

Darcy took in her light blush and nervousness, and wishing to assure her he was not offended, he declared, "My dear, you are perfectly right; I have been far too occupied today."

Moving toward her, he offered her his arm and added with a small smile, "May I have the honor of your presence at dinner?"

He watched as Georgiana breathed in relief, and standing from her seat, placed her small hand on his arm as he led her from the room. Studying him quietly, Georgiana observed, "You are in a very pleasant mood, Fitzwilliam."

"Am I so very dour that my being pleasant is a surprise?" he had asked lightly.

Shaking her head, Georgiana said, "Not at all, but I noticed you seemed quite pleased after returning from your visit. I trust it went as you hoped? Wherever did you go?"

Smiling at her curiosity, Darcy reflected that he hoped such openness in his sister was evidence that she was on the mend from her disappointment. Sighing nervously, he declared, "I visited some acquaintances from Hertfordshire who are visiting their aunt and uncle in Gracechurch Street."

Her eyes alight with excitement, Georgiana asked happily, "Gracechurch Street? You mentioned that our guests tomorrow evening are from Gracechurch Street. Was it they you visited?"

"Indeed," Darcy had answered quietly, wondering how he might reveal Elizabeth's blindness to Georgiana so that she would not be shocked by it. "They are Miss Jane and Elizabeth Bennet, and their aunt and uncle will be joining us as well."

Darcy watched as Georgiana's brow rose in surprise, undoubtedly due to the intelligence that his acquaintances from Hertfordshire were the very women he had spoken of in his letters to her. Pausing as they reached the entrance of the dining room, Darcy took Georgiana's hand and pressed it gently.

Breathing deeply, he declared, "Georgiana, I feel I must tell you something about our guests before you are acquainted with them."

Georgiana looked at him worriedly, hearing the anxiety in his voice and asked, "What is it, Fitzwilliam?"

"I believe you will be very pleased with Miss Elizabeth," Darcy began quietly. "Her manners, wit, and talents all recommend her."

Smiling slightly, Georgiana declared, "Yes, I was very pleased when you told me of her love for music. Do you think we can persuade her to play for us?"

"I believe so," Darcy answered distractedly.

Moving once again toward the dining room, Darcy declared uneasily, "There are many who would disapprove of my introducing Miss Elizabeth to you; some of our own family would undoubtedly be among them."

Georgiana shook her head and said firmly, "Their situation in life is of no concern to me. Why do you speak only of Miss Elizabeth?"

"Georgiana," Darcy began carefully, watching his sister intently. "Miss Elizabeth is blind."

As he feared, Georgiana looked stricken before a look of deep remorse filled her light brown eyes. She opened her mouth silently, but closed it quickly as she was unsure of how to respond.

Darcy sighed painfully and declared, "I believe Miss Elizabeth is a very worthy young woman, and I would like you to make her acquaintance."

Nodding in understanding, Georgiana said, "I am heartily sorry for her, but from what you have told me, she is an accomplished and intelligent woman despite such a tragedy."

Staying her brother's progress, Georgiana clasped his hand gently and added, "I would be happy to know her, Fitzwilliam."

He studied his sister silently, his heart swelling with pride for the unprejudiced young woman she had become. Pressing her hand in gratitude, he declared quietly, "I am happy to hear it."

Smiling broadly, and breathing more easily, Darcy led his sister to her chair. He took his own seat and took a small sip of the fine wine before him as his sister questioned him about the Miss Bennets.

After her curiosity regarding their talents and characters was satiated, her eyes lit mischievously as she said softly, "I believe you like Miss Elizabeth, dear brother."

Darcy started at this and dropped his fork with a loud clatter to his plate. Georgiana laughed lightly at his shocked countenance and added, "I only speak as I find."

Now as he stood in his room, preparing to meet the very woman who had consumed his thoughts for three months, Darcy laughed lightly at his sister's frank observations the previous evening. Shaking his head lightly, he thought that not only would Georgiana be delighted with Elizabeth, but Elizabeth would be enamored with Georgiana's tentative wit that seemed to be reemerging slowly as her heart healed.

Straightening his crisp linen collar, Darcy thought, ‘I will be quite overwhelmed if they both begin teasing me.'

Glancing toward the clock on the large mantle above his fireplace, Darcy noted that his guests would be arriving at any time. Breathing deeply, and glancing once more at his reflection, Darcy moved into the hallway and walked toward Georgiana's chambers in order to fetch her. Smiling happily, he reflected that her reaction to his revelation of Elizabeth's blindness was as he had hoped, for beside Elizabeth, no other individual's opinion mattered more in the world than his sister's.

Arriving at her door, he raised his hand and knocked lightly. Georgiana's young maid opened the door, and curtseying respectfully as Darcy entered, she invited him into the comfortable sitting room.

"She will be only a moment, sir," the young woman declared quietly.

With that she departed quickly into the bedroom to help her mistress finish her preparations. Darcy's gaze studied the room distractedly, taking in the pale fabrics and delicate patterns of the drapes and furniture. He shifted anxiously in his seat as his nervousness began to well within him again. Playing idly with the cuff of his right sleeve, Darcy closed his eyes in an effort to quiet his racing heart.

"Are you unwell, brother?" Georgiana asked worriedly as she moved into the room.

Darcy started at the sound of her voice, his eyes opening quickly and turning toward her form. Clearing his throat in embarrassment and blushing under her quizzical stare, he declared, "I am very well."

Standing from his seat, and straightening his waistcoat, Darcy moved to his sister's side. Taking in her appearance and her pale blue gown, he said, "You look lovely, my dear."

Georgiana blushed becomingly and declared, "You are too kind to me, Fitzwilliam."

Stepping away from her brother, and turning around, she asked quietly, "Are you certain though? I would wish to make a proper impression."

"I am quite certain," Darcy said. "You look every inch the mistress of this house."

Shaking her head lightly and swatting his arm, Georgiana moved past her brother toward the door. Glancing back at him, she smiled brightly and declared, "Well then; I suppose I should see that all is prepared for our guests' arrival."

Darcy smiled slightly as he followed his young sister into the hallway. Watching her walk toward the staircase, her head raised pleasantly and her movement graceful, Darcy proudly admitted to himself that she had grown into a fine woman.

Georgiana paused when she reached the top landing, and raising her brow curiously, she asked, "Are you not going to escort me, brother?"

"Of course," Darcy said bowing low and raising his arm gallantly, "I would be delighted, madam."

Dropping into a graceful curtsey, her skirts pooling delicately about her, Georgiana laughed lightly before straightening. Reaching for her hand, Darcy secured it at his elbow and descended the stairs.

Elizabeth played anxiously with the buttons at her wrist, feeling the small closures and listening to the heavy beat of the team's hooves on the stone outside her window. She willed her heartbeat to slow and her breathing to calm as her uncle's carriage brought them closer to Mr. Darcy's townhouse. She hoped Jane had been correct in her assessment of the gown she chose, praying that the vibrant green suited her as Jane said it did. Pressing a hand lightly to her cheek, and feeling the heat of it radiate through her glove, Elizabeth shook her head in astonishment at her worrying.

‘You never cared about such things before,' Elizabeth reminded herself.

Biting her lip thoughtfully, Elizabeth could not deny she wished to look well for the evening. Though she wished to please Mr. Darcy, she could not help but want to make a fair impression on his sister. Having heard so much of her, and knowing how highly Mr. Darcy esteemed her, Elizabeth desired desperately to acquaint herself with the young woman. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth imagined how Miss Darcy might look; a pleasing figure with a countenance that mirrored her brother's noble features, but with a gracefulness and gentleness. Hearing the carriage slow, Elizabeth opened her eyes and recognized quickly that they had arrived. Raising her hand to her hair, and feeling nervously that each curl was as it should be, Elizabeth turned toward Jane.

"Have we arrived?" she asked quietly, though she knew the answer.

Jane pressed her hand lightly and declared, "We have indeed."

Mr. Gardiner smiled broadly, and glancing out the window of his conveyance, his eyes widened in wonder as he studied the grand edifice. Breathing sharply, he declared, "Well, my dears; have you ever seen such a sight?"

"Is it very fine, uncle?" Elizabeth asked evenly.

Mrs. Gardiner answered for her husband, as he was consumed with studying the architecture of the place, declaring, "It is a very beautiful place, Lizzy. It is grand to be sure, but entirely unaffected."

Smiling slightly, Elizabeth felt that this very description could have easily been applied to the master within its walls. Her smile fell slightly as she wished desperately to see the place for herself. Rarely did she feel such despondency, but as she drew her coat more tightly about her to ward off the sudden chill she felt, she could not help the sadness that descended on her. Sighing deeply, Elizabeth prayed that she might have the opportunity to walk the halls carefully and feel their lines to learn their breadth. Shaking her head slightly to free herself of these unhappy thoughts, Elizabeth prepared to descend from the carriage as she heard a footman approach them.

"I think we shall have a wonderful evening," Jane said softly.

Elizabeth agreed distractedly, and noticing this, Jane added happily, "And you look quite well this evening, Lizzy."

Blushing slightly, Elizabeth turned toward her sister fully as her uncle and aunt moved past her to step down from the carriage. Smiling, she declared, "That is very kind of you, for I am certain you look five times as pretty as me."

"I do not agree with you," Jane answered merrily, and raising her brow archly, she added, "and I do not believe it is my appearance Mr. Darcy will notice this evening."

Her mouth opening in surprise, Elizabeth exclaimed, "I can not believe this is my sister speaking! However do you know what Mr. Darcy will notice this evening?"

Smiling broadly as she reached for the footman's hand and moved toward the door, Jane declared, "Anyone who has seen Mr. Darcy in your company would agree with me."

With that, Jane descended gracefully from the carriage as her sister was stricken silent by her uncharacteristic frankness. Shaking her head in wonder, Elizabeth heard the footman greet her quietly. Squaring her shoulders and raising her hand, Elizabeth felt the footman clasp it as he guided her down onto the wet stone below. Elizabeth thanked him quietly, and feeling Jane return to her side, she linked her arm through her sister's.

Smiling anxiously, Elizabeth asked quietly, "How many are there, Jane?"

Glancing toward the wide stairs before them, Jane quickly replied, "There are only six, dearest."

Breathing deeply, Elizabeth nodded in understanding and pressing Jane's arm affectionately, she moved with her toward the entrance.

Darcy watched as the footman walked steadily toward the front hall, and standing from his seat, he moved toward the window to ascertain if his guests had indeed arrived. Pushing the thick drape aside, Darcy glanced out into the growing darkness and his breath caught as he watched Elizabeth step down carefully from her uncle's conveyance. He studied her as she spoke quietly with her sister, and recognizing the trepidation with which she stood before the large stone stairs, Darcy assumed she asked her sister how many she would have to climb. The two sisters moved forward, and Darcy smiled broadly as he noticed Elizabeth's confident step. Retreating from the window frame, he walked swiftly toward his sister and offered her his arm.

"I believe our guests have arrived, my dear," he said happily. "Shall we greet them?"

Georgiana looked toward him nervously, and rising from her seat, she rushed past his proffered hand toward the intricately carved mirror above the mantle. Darcy watched in amusement as his sister stood on her toes so that she might see her reflection more fully.

Laughing softly, he asked, "Whatever are you doing?"

Fussing with a strand of hair that had escaped from its fastening, Georgiana sighed heavily and asserted, "A woman's preparations are not as simple as a man's."

"So I have been told," Darcy said easily, his mind returning to his conversation with Elizabeth the morning of the Netherfield ball.

Remembering how her eyes danced merrily, Darcy smiled and moved toward the door of the drawing room. Calling for Georgiana, he urgently waved her toward him before moving out into the hallway. She joined him quickly, and smiling at her pale countenance, he patted her hand gently.

"They will adore you," he said quietly as he watched Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner enter the hall.

As two footmen helped Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner from their heavy coats, Elizabeth and Jane stepped into the warmth of the townhouse. Jane smiled pleasantly, and quietly thanked the young maid who guided her coat from her arms. Elizabeth stood anxiously, listening to her sister's movements and feeling herself vulnerable, as she was unsure of what surrounded her. From her aunt's earlier description, Elizabeth imagined his home to be tastefully decorated with items of import to his familial history. She started when a footman quietly greeted her and offered to help her from her coat. Blushing at her inattentiveness, Elizabeth quickly worked the fastenings of her coat and removed her gloves. Thanking the footman as he relieved her of them, she smoothed the creases from her gown.

"Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner," she heard Mr. Darcy greet happily.

She listened as he moved toward them, his steps echoing in the spacious hall, and smiling brightly, she heard him stop before them.

"Welcome Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth," he declared as he bowed low. "We are happy you could join us this evening."

Feeling his sister was undoubtedly by his side, Elizabeth dropped into a graceful curtsey as she answered, "We are happy to be here, sir."

Darcy's dark eyes turned toward Elizabeth, and he studied the delicately stitched flourishes that covered her gown. Smiling softly, he reflected that the vivid green of its fabric brightened her eyes and complemented her complexion pleasingly. Tearing his gaze from her person, Darcy glanced toward Georgiana, and giving her a look of encouragement, moved forward with her.

"May I introduce my sister to you," he declared evenly. "Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet, and Miss Elizabeth; this is my sister, Georgiana Darcy."

Georgiana smiled nervously, retreating behind her quiet nature as she said, "It is an honor to meet you all."

Rising from her curtsey, Georgiana looked toward the woman her brother had been so anxious for her to meet. Studying her intently, and noting her easy smile and laughing eyes, Georgiana reflected that this Miss Elizabeth Bennet was unlike any other woman she had been introduced to in society. Looking toward her brother, she noted with interest that his eyes seemed riveted on Elizabeth's face, and smiling slightly, she wondered if her brother's acquaintance with Elizabeth Bennet was the cause for his transformation.

"We are very happy to meet you, Miss Darcy," Mr. Gardiner declared happily as he bowed to the young woman.

Georgiana nodded her thanks and listened as Elizabeth added happily, "We have heard much of you, Miss Darcy."

Looking pointedly at her brother, Georgiana answered knowingly, "And I about you."

Darcy looked toward his sister in alarm, and seeing her brow arch in curiosity, he blushed slightly before stating, "Shall we make our way to the drawing room?"

Much to the surprise of Darcy, for he felt certain her shyness would prevent it, Georgiana smiled brightly, and moving forward as mistress of the house, she led Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner ahead. Darcy's brow rose in wonder as he watched Georgiana quietly call Miss Bennet's attention, as well as her aunt and uncle's, toward a particular landscape down the hallway. Shaking his head in disbelief, Darcy could not account for the change in his sister until she glanced at him over her shoulder and winked lightly.

Starting in surprise at his sister's behavior, Darcy followed the direction of Georgiana's gaze to Elizabeth, who remained some feet from him. Darcy's eyes widened as he recognized his sister's intention, and he looked toward in her surprise, only to see her lead their guests happily toward the drawing room and heedless of Elizabeth's absence.

‘Whatever can she intend?' he thought, his mind churning in confusion. ‘She cannot possibly be seeking to throw Elizabeth and myself together.'

Noting that the hallway was now empty save him and Elizabeth, Darcy admitted reluctantly that was indeed what his young sister was doing. Turning his eyes toward Elizabeth, he noted unhappily that she seemed uncertain of his presence, for she turned fully in the direction she thought him to be, obviously straining to detect his presence. Fearing she might feel herself abandoned, Darcy quickly made his presence known and strode determinedly to her side.

Elizabeth smiled at the sound of his voice and declared, "I am happy to know I have not been left to shift for myself."

Reflecting happily that her eyes now danced merrily and she smiled archly, he declared, "No, madam; I would not have that occur when you are my guest."

Nodding lightly, Elizabeth fell silent and listened as Mr. Darcy shifted uncomfortably. She sighed slightly, frustrated that they could not return to the friendly exchanges or trust they had seemingly shared in Hertfordshire. Shaking her head in frustration, Elizabeth wrung her hands nervously.

Watching Elizabeth silently, Darcy perceived her frustration, and fearing her anxiety stemmed merely from her being in his home, he frowned unhappily. Stepping toward her, he watched her carefully.

"Miss Bennet," he began nervously.

Elizabeth turned her face toward him, her breath catching at his soft address and her mind remembering the quiet comfort that filled her when he used her Christian name at the ball. Blushing slightly at her thoughts, Elizabeth asked, "Yes, Mr. Darcy?"

"I am very happy you have come to dine with us," Darcy said quickly before shaking his head in wonder at his candor.

Elizabeth smiled slightly at his abrupt admission, and quieting her racing heart, she declared, "I am quite happy to be here, sir."

Darcy's eyes brightened with this intelligence, and smiling softly, he raised his arm and asked, "May I, Miss Elizabeth?"

"You may," Elizabeth answered happily.

Placing her hand lightly on his arm, she immediately felt the warmth that radiated from there. Feeling herself in danger of becoming as distracted as she had the previous day and hoping to lighten their meeting, she declared, "My father and I have finally completed ‘the Nightingale.' You shall see your volume again very soon; I am truly sorry for keeping it for so long."

Darcy raised his hand dismissively and said, "I have not asked for it, for I cannot think of it having a better caretaker."

Elizabeth blushed at this compliment as Darcy added, "I would like very much to know what you thought of it."

As they approached the drawing room, and noting that the rest of the party was not within, Darcy assumed Georgiana had taken them on a tour of the house. Shaking his head at his sister's apparent scheming, Darcy declared lightly, "It seems we have been abandoned."

Raising her brow in wonder, and listening for the sounds of conversation and hearing nothing but the distant laughter of her uncle, Elizabeth answered, "I believe you are right, Mr. Darcy."

"I believe my sister has taken your family to tour the house," he said evenly, pausing in the door frame of the drawing room.

Twisting his ring nervously, and glancing down at Elizabeth's delicate hand on his arm, he asked quietly, "Would you care to join them?"

Elizabeth smiled happily at this, for she had wished often to know more of his home, and said, "I would like that very much."

Darcy's heart swelled happily at her acquiescence, and placing his hand lightly on top of hers, he declared, "There is much to see, and perhaps, you can tell me of your opinions of ‘the Nightingale'".

Nodding, Elizabeth tightened her hold on his arm, and could not help but pray that moments such as this one would be in their future; his hand covering hers surely and speaking with her as they wandered through the halls of his home.

Coloring at the direction of her thoughts, and hoping to divert her attention, Elizabeth placed her hand firmly on the door frame at her left. Turning nervously toward her host, she said, "I hope you will not find this untoward."

"Not at all," Darcy answered quietly, his eyes tracing her small fingers as they lay against the carved wood.

Recalling the feeling of them moving along his face as they delicately studied his features, Darcy's heart beat more quickly and his mind urged him to speak his heart that very evening to her.

‘You cannot be so rash,' he reasoned. ‘You have only just been reintroduced, and your absence undoubtedly caused her to question your intentions.'

Glancing toward her, Darcy wondered if she knew of his intentions or his feelings, and felt that she possessed a far greater understanding of the human heart than anyone he had ever encountered. Smiling slightly, he watched as she moved her hand along the wall as they walked.

Pleased that she wished to know his home, Darcy asked quietly, "Would you wish to see the music room?"

"I would, sir," Elizabeth said, her eyes brightening at the mention of the place.

Nodding slightly, Darcy directed them down the hallway to their right. Though he did not wish to interrupt her study, he wished desperately to use this time to speak with her, for in the past month he had missed her wit and intelligence.

Clearing his throat lightly, he inquired, "Did you enjoy your reading of ‘the Nightingale?'"

Elizabeth halted their progress, and turning fully toward her companion, declared, "I have never heard such a beautiful account of nature and the connection one might have with it."

Darcy nodded and said, "Since I first encountered it, I have felt the same."

As they turned the corner and entered the music room, Darcy looked toward Elizabeth and his mind returned to their final evening together. The memory of Wickham's hold on her flashed angrily before his eyes, and shaking his head unhappily, he wondered if the same image haunted her as it did him.

Sighing deeply, and certain that they were quite alone, he halted in the doorway. Elizabeth turned toward him in wonder, but ignoring her confusion, Darcy lightly lifted her hand from his arm and clasped it gently between his own.

Staring intently at their conjoined hands, he asked quietly, "Have you been well, Miss Elizabeth?"

Her brow furrowing slightly at his question, she answered, "I have, sir."

Looking toward her face, he pressed on, declaring, "I had feared the unfortunate incident at the ball may have... "

Elizabeth noted that his voice drifted off painfully, and recognizing he feared her encounter with Mr. Wickham had caused her permanent injury, she pressed his hand urgently and declared quietly, "I am quite well."

Breathing deeply, and shaking his head in frustration, he said desperately, "I should not have concealed his true nature from the world. Had not my pride prevented me... had I laid my private actions open to the world, I might have prevented it."

Elizabeth remained silent for a moment, reflecting on his admission. Shaking her head vehemently, she said softly, "You cannot blame yourself."

Raising Elizabeth's hand and pressing it lightly to his chest, he pleaded quietly, "Please, Elizabeth; allow me to feel the full import of my actions."

Her breath caught hearing the tenderness with which he said her name. Closing her eyes, she felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her hand and declared firmly, "Your actions are above reproach. Mr. Wickham is just as much his own master as you are yours."

Studying her face intently, Darcy smiled slightly at her defense of him. Hearing the voices of the others approaching, he lowered her hand between them, and retaining his hold, lightly moved his fingers over her knuckles.

Watching her steadily, he admitted quietly, "I have not been my own master since the day I met you, Elizabeth.

Chapter 28: Renewing Hope

Posted on 2008-10-11

Elizabeth opened her eyes at this admission, her brow rising in wonder as she listened to Mr. Darcy's breathing, and focused on the feeling of his hand holding hers. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she replayed his words, and feeling certain a noticeable blush covered her face, she turned her face downward.

Darcy's gaze on her did not waver, despite his surprise at his open confession. He watched as a slow smile lightened her beautiful features further, and with it, he felt his apprehension over his openness dissipate. He closed his eyes, memorizing the feeling of her presence so near to his own. Unconsciously he pressed her fingers lightly, reflecting on his growing need for her, and how desperately he wished to discover her own mind and heart.

Breathing deeply, he opened his eyes and began softly, "Elizabeth, I have felt... "

Elizabeth's breath caught as he began, and she was painfully disappointed when she was able to distinguish her sister's light laughter moving toward them. She heard Mr. Darcy sigh heavily as he reluctantly moved her hand back to the crook of his arm. Elizabeth, too, felt the heavy weight of disappointment, but she felt her fears over the past weeks quiet as they were replaced with a profound feeling of hope.

"I believe we have found the others," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

Elizabeth nodded distractedly, as she thought how she might respond to him, wishing desperately to encourage him. Feeling uncertain how, or even if she should, and knowing the others were descending upon them, Elizabeth pressed his arm affectionately. Feeling his eyes on her, she placed her other hand on it as well and smiled broadly at him.

Darcy started at the vision before him; Elizabeth's eyes dancing happily, and her countenance openly revealing to him that she had mourned his absence as much as he had hers. Glancing quickly down the hallway, and noting that the others had yet to turn the corner, he quickly took her left hand in his own and raised it to his lips. He watched her carefully as he brushed his lips lightly over her knuckles, and was delighted when her eyes widened in surprise before filling with an affectionate contentment at his action.

Lowering her hand back to his arm, he declared, "I truly am happy you have come to London, Miss Elizabeth."

Smiling archly, Elizabeth answered, "So you said yesterday, sir."

"It is no less true today," Darcy said lightly, a small grin lightening his handsome countenance.

The attention of the two was soon drawn away from each other as the others rounded the corner and approached them happily. Darcy could not quell his smile, and he noted happily that Elizabeth too was struggling for composure, for a light blush graced her cheeks. Breathing deeply, he moved forward with her and greeted the others amiably.

"You have a beautiful collection of landscapes, Mr. Darcy," Mr. Gardiner declared with alacrity as he approached the pair.

Georgiana added quietly, "I have shown them your favorites, Fitzwilliam, though I am certain you can provide a more extensive tour after dinner."

Darcy thanked Mr. Gardiner for the compliment, and happily assented to the plan before looking toward Georgiana. He noticed she studied him with interest, looking quickly between him and Elizabeth.

Hoping to distract her from her curiosity, Darcy declared, "I am certain Mrs. Ward will have dinner prepared for us."

Mrs. Gardiner studied her young host from her place beside Jane, and noticing Mr. Darcy's sudden nervousness, could only determine it was related to Elizabeth's heightened color. Smiling slightly, she watched as Mr. Darcy's gaze returned to Elizabeth.

"Shall we remove to the dining room?" Darcy asked.

The party heartily agreed, and glancing toward Elizabeth, Darcy reluctantly moved away from her to Georgiana's side, for he knew Miss Bennet would wish to take his place. Smiling, he offered his arm to his sister, and led his guests toward the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner walked happily behind the siblings, as Jane gently wound her arm through Elizabeth's.

Pressing it gently, she declared, "Miss Darcy is a lovely girl; intelligent and perfectly amiable."

"She is indeed," Elizabeth answered distractedly, her mind returning to Mr. Darcy's confession, and feeling her hand burn where his lips had been.

‘Could I really have inspired such feelings in him?' she wondered as she unconsciously held Jane's arm more tightly.

Noticing the pressure, Jane looked toward her sister worriedly and asked, "Is everything well, Lizzy?"

Shaking her head lightly, and hearing the others footsteps far ahead of them, she answered quietly, "I have only just had a very interesting conversation with Mr. Darcy."

Jane's eyes widened in surprise, and halting their progress, she inquired urgently, "Whatever did you speak of?"

Unprepared to reveal the whole of their discussion, Elizabeth declared, "He apologized for Mr. Wickham's actions at the ball."

"Why ever would he feel the need to apologize?" Jane wondered, her brow furrowing in confusion. "He cannot feel responsible for what happened."

Sighing slightly, and urging Jane forward, Elizabeth said sadly, "I believe he does, though I endeavored to assure him otherwise."

Jane bit her lip fretfully and declared, "Poor Mr. Darcy; to feel so for all these weeks."

Elizabeth nodded as they arrived at the doorframe of the dining room. She heard her sister intake a breath quickly, and assuming her surprise was due to the appearance of the room, Elizabeth asked, "Is it very beautiful, Jane?"

"It is, Lizzy," she answered quietly.

As the two sisters moved into the room, Jane quickly described the appearance of the long, finely lit table and the style of the room. Elizabeth smiled as her sister told her of the golden glow that emanated from the intricately carved candlesticks that covered the sideboard and mantle. While envisioning the deep blue of the jacquard drapes, Elizabeth heard her aunt and uncle take their seats as Mr. Darcy helped his sister to hers. Her breath caught as she heard his sure footsteps approaching them and his voice welcoming Jane to a seat beside her uncle. Elizabeth smiled, hearing him speak quietly with Jane as he led her away. Knowing he would return soon for her, she smiled happily and felt a warm blush infuse her cheeks as she thought on their encounter only minutes before.

Darcy bowed slightly toward Miss Bennet after seating her, and glancing up, noticed that Elizabeth waited patiently for him, her hands folded in front of her. Smiling slightly, he strode swiftly toward her and raised his arm to her.

"May I, Miss Elizabeth?" he asked quietly, his face still alight with the renewed hope he felt.

He watched as Elizabeth nodded slightly, before guiding her hand gently to his arm. He remained silent as he led her toward her seat, and congratulated himself on his foresight; he had recommended to Georgiana that she seat Elizabeth across from her so that they might enjoy each other's conversation. Smiling happily, he realized that doing so ensured that Elizabeth would be directly to his left. He pulled the dark wood chair from its place, and guided Elizabeth into it before taking his own seat at the head of the table.

Nodding slightly at Georgiana, he listened as she declared, "I hope you will all enjoy it; I believe Mrs. Ward has quite outdone herself for the occasion."

Elizabeth listened as the footmen moved forward to serve the company, and knowing Jane to be at her left, she asked her quietly, "Can you arrange everything for me?"

Jane smiled comfortingly and quietly assented before efficiently moving the pieces of Elizabeth's place setting to the locations to which she was accustomed to. Glancing up, she noticed that Mr. Darcy watched her intently, studying her movements and the small adjustments she was making to the utensils and glasses. Feeling that his study was steeped in more than just curiosity, Jane slowed her actions so that he might memorize them.

Elizabeth listened to the light clinking of the crystal in front of her, and reflected that it took Jane far longer than was her custom. Arching her brow quizzically, Elizabeth turned fully toward her sister just as Jane finished her task. Shaking her head slightly, Elizabeth thanked her.

Jane lightly pressed her hand and declared, "Of course, Lizzy."

Darcy watched the exchange happily, feeling it was a testament to the relationship of the two women. As he turned his eyes to Elizabeth, he immediately perceived a look of worry that filled her eyes as the footmen served her the fine meats and greens. Recognizing she was reluctant to ask again for the aid of her sister, Darcy quickly described the dishes to the company, and echoed Georgiana's wish that they all enjoy it.

Elizabeth listened to his descriptions carefully, and when his strong voice ceased, she smiled toward him. Nodding slightly, she thanked him quietly before turning her attention to the fragrant meal in front of her. Jane watched the exchange silently, smiling softly at the care Mr. Darcy extended to her sister. She reflected that he seemingly understood Elizabeth's quiet requests for assistance, but more importantly, respected and admired her independent spirit. Looking toward her aunt, Jane watched as the elder woman studied the pair carefully, and feeling certain she too detected Mr. Darcy's partiality, resolved to ask her impressions later in the evening.

Unaware of her sister's reflections, and wishing to better know the young Miss Darcy, Elizabeth asked, "I understand that you are very fond of music, Miss Darcy, and play very well."

Darcy smiled at Elizabeth's attempt to draw his sister out, and watched as Georgiana blushed furiously at the praise.

Shaking her head lightly, Georgiana declared, "I do not play very well, but I am fond of music."

Glancing around the table, Georgiana noted that the attention of the company was fully on her, and twisting her napkin nervously, she confessed quietly, "I would dearly love to hear you play and sing, for my brother has told me he has rarely heard anything that gave him such pleasure."

Darcy's color heightened at Georgiana's sharing such evidence of his preference, and taking a large sip of his wine, he diverted his gaze from Elizabeth and feigned to be wholly occupied with his potatoes. Noting his discomfiture, Georgiana looked toward him apologetically, and her brow furrowed in worry for her folly as Elizabeth laughed lightly. Brother and sister looked toward their guest in surprise, and despite their embarrassment, could not help but smile at her good humor.

"I am afraid your brother has grossly exaggerated my talents," Elizabeth declared happily. "Though I would be pleased to play for you all, I am afraid you would be sorely disappointed."

"I am certain that is not true," Georgiana answered quietly. "My brother never exaggerates, but always tells the absolute truth."

Elizabeth smiled at the young girl's defense of her brother, and nodding reluctantly, said, "Then I would be delighted to play for you."

Georgiana smiled broadly at this, and looking toward her brother, saw him nod his approval as an amused grin appeared on his countenance. Glancing once more at Elizabeth, she smiled before engaging Mrs. Gardiner in conversation regarding London's shops.

Jane moved her arm through Elizabeth's as Miss Darcy led them toward the drawing room following dinner. Studying her sister's countenance, she noted that Elizabeth's eyes danced merrily and her cheeks colored happily. Smiling slightly, Jane recalled how often Mr. Darcy's dark eyes had strayed to Elizabeth's form, and how the two spoke animatedly with each other.

Hoping that Elizabeth would now admit the depth of Mr. Darcy's affection for her, and hoping to draw her out, Jane declared quietly, "It is a very enjoyable evening, is it not?"

"It is," Elizabeth answered simply, smiling as she listened to her aunt converse quietly with Miss Darcy.

"I do not believe anyone in Hertfordshire would ever recognize Mr. Darcy if they were to see him this evening," Jane said pointedly, pressing Elizabeth's arm gently.

"What do you mean, Jane?" Elizabeth asked, her brow rising in confusion.

Jane glanced behind her to see Mr. Darcy and her uncle speaking amiably as they walked toward Mr. Darcy's library and declared, "He has been kind and attentive, especially toward our aunt and uncle."

Shaking her head, Elizabeth said quietly, "I am certain even our mother could not find fault with him now."

"I believe you are right," Jane answered lightly, watching her sister carefully. "And that is remarkable indeed."

Elizabeth fell silent, reflecting on Mr. Darcy's actions throughout the delightful meal. She could not deny, nor did she wish to, that he had been attentive to her, spending much of dinner in conversation with her. She smiled slightly, remembering the private moment they had shared earlier, and the feeling of his breath as his lips tentatively approached her hand. As she reflected on the sensation, her mind unhappily turned toward her encounter with Mr. Wickham. She frowned slightly, feeling the harshness with which he had grasped her hand, and how her skin had chilled when she felt his lips hover over her fingers.

Shivering slightly, she thought, ‘There is such a difference between them. However could Mr. Darcy blame himself for Mr. Wickham's character?'

Feeling the slight quake in Elizabeth's arm, Jane turned worriedly toward her and asked, "Are you cold, Lizzy? Should I ask Miss Darcy if she might have a shawl fetched for you?"

Stirred from her reverie, Elizabeth quickly assured her sister that she was well and that she had no wish to trouble her hostess. She felt Jane's eyes on her, undoubtedly assessing her countenance for even the slightest hint of illness.

"Truly I am well, Jane," Elizabeth quietly asserted.

Jane watched her sister for another moment before returning to her observations of the Darcy home, describing its tasteful furnishings and fine tapestries. Elizabeth smiled at the images that filled her mind, and she reeled with the realization of what being Mr. Darcy's wife truly entailed.

‘You would mistress of all of this,' her mind urgently declared.

Elizabeth's brow furrowed slightly, wondering how someone such as herself could ever fulfill such a role. She had no doubt that she was capable, but she feared the society with which she would have to contend. She had no doubt that those she would receive and visit as Mrs. Darcy would be from members of some of the most influential houses in London. Shaking her head disappointedly, she admitted to herself that such individuals would not welcome her easily into their world. While she did not find them intimidating, the prospect of Mr. Darcy ever regretting his choice terrified her.

‘He would never,' she thought determinedly in an attempt to stay the tightening in her chest.

She was shaken from her thoughts when she heard Miss Darcy invite them to sit, and Jane gently guided her to a seat. Elizabeth thanked her sister quietly before moving her hand lightly over the cushion she sat upon, feeling its fine fabric beneath her fingertips. To her right, she felt the glowing warmth of a fire and heard the light crackling of the wood splitting with its heat. Determining they sat before the hearth, Elizabeth breathed deeply, ridding herself of her unhappy thoughts.

On hearing Miss Darcy take the seat across from her, and wishing to know more of the young girl before her, Elizabeth asked, "Do you enjoy reading, Miss Darcy?"

Georgiana blushed at Elizabeth's singling her out and answered quietly, "I do indeed, for my brother has always encouraged it."

"What do you enjoy reading, my dear?" Mrs. Gardiner urged gently, wishing to draw the reserved young woman out.

"I have always been fond of poetry," Georgiana declared, her eyes brightening slightly.

Hearing the slight catch in Miss Darcy's voice, Elizabeth felt certain the girl who earlier had animatedly engaged her sister and aunt in discussion, leading them away from herself and Mr. Darcy, was now anxious without her brother's presence. Elizabeth smiled sadly, feeling that though Mr. Darcy wished desperately that his sister had healed from Mr. Wickham's deception, her young character and heart was still bruised and uncertain.

Her smile widening, Elizabeth declared, "But you prefer music to poetry, I should think."

Georgiana smiled happily, and nodding enthusiastically, answered, "I confess I do. I have always found much entertainment in it."

"Your brother says you play with much passion," Mrs. Gardiner asserted.

"Thank you," Georgiana said, blushing furiously at such a compliment.

Realizing the young woman must feel quite overwhelmed by such attention, Elizabeth rose from her seat and declared, "Do you play any duets, Miss Darcy?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she studied Elizabeth and answered, "A few; I am afraid I do not have many opportunities to play them."

Extending her hand happily, and smiling gently at the young woman, Elizabeth declared, "Then I believe we should take this opportunity to play one together."

Georgiana wavered for a moment before smiling brightly and saying, "I would like that very much, Miss Elizabeth."

Standing from her seat, Georgiana clasped Elizabeth's hand gently and added, "Shall we move to the music room then?"

Jane and Mrs. Gardiner agreed happily, and stood from their seats. Elizabeth moved her arm through Miss Darcy's amiably, and smiling merrily, asked, "Do you think your brother will be able to find us, Miss Darcy?"

Laughing lightly, Georgiana answered, "He shall when he hears us playing."

The two women moved into the hallway, speaking pleasantly about various composers and considering carefully what they might play together. Mrs. Gardiner smiled at the pair, and taking Jane's arm, smiled knowingly at her.

"May I ask how acquainted you and Elizabeth are with Mr. Darcy?" she asked softly.

Not wishing to reveal her sister's feelings, Jane declared carefully, "He visited Hertfordshire with Mr. Bingley."

Mrs. Gardiner smiled at Jane's concealment and said, "I am very aware of that, my dear, but to what degree are you, most especially Elizabeth, acquainted with him?"

Jane blushed noticeably, and smiling slightly, confessed, "You are very observant, aunt."

"His attentions toward her speak volumes," Mrs. Gardiner answered. "Does she return his affections?"

Jane nodded reluctantly, and sighing lightly, declared, "She will not speak of it though; I believe she feels he could never connect himself with someone such as herself."

"Many would believe the same," Mrs. Gardiner said sadly.

"His attentions do seem genuine, do they not?" Jane asked hopefully. "I believe he truly seeks to recommend himself to Elizabeth."

Mrs. Gardiner looked toward her younger niece, and watching how she spoke happily with Miss Darcy and drew the young woman out, she smiled and admitted, "From my observations of him during these two meetings, I believe you are correct."

Jane smiled brightly, and linking her arm happily through her aunt's, followed Elizabeth and Miss Darcy toward the music room. She quietly related all to her aunt, and as they entered the music room and saw Elizabeth sitting contently beside Miss Darcy at the pianoforte, both felt the possibility that Elizabeth would not long bear the name of Bennet.

Mr. Gardiner smiled as his young host led him into the hallway, reflecting that he had spent the past half hour in very pleasant conversation with him. Following his sister's passionate condemnation of the man, Mr. Gardiner was wholly shocked by his brother-in-law's revelation that Mr. Darcy had so generously invited them to dine during the visit of their nieces. The trepidation he felt in meeting such an illustrious gentleman quickly dissipated during their meal together. He found Mr. Darcy to be a pleasant and intelligent man, if only a little wary of strangers and reticent in company. Smiling pleasantly, Mr. Gardiner listened as Mr. Darcy quietly described the oil landscapes they passed, his pride in his collection evident.

"They are quite remarkable," Mr. Gardiner replied happily when Mr. Darcy fell silent. "You have excellent taste."

Darcy smiled lightly and declared, "Thank you, sir; I have always been fond of them."

As they rounded the corner to repair to the drawing room, Darcy heard the distant notes of Georgiana's pianoforte filtering through the hallway. Smiling slightly, he listened as the pleasant melody was followed by the light laughter of Elizabeth.

Halting their progress, Darcy said, "I believe they have gone to the music room, sir. Shall we join them?"

Mr. Gardiner smiled, and nodding in agreement, followed after Darcy as he continued to move down the hallway. On reaching the room, Darcy paused in the door frame to look toward the vision at the instrument as Mr. Gardiner continued to his wife's side. He watched as Elizabeth's fingers flew across the keys, a natural ease guiding their delicate movements. The candles that surrounded her cast a golden glow upon her dark hair, and he smiled as he watched Elizabeth speak quietly to Georgiana, who sat by her side on the bench. Miss Bennet smiled lightly at their conversation, sitting in a chair near them so she might turn the pages. Darcy smiled at the happy picture before him and silently prayed to see it repeated often in the future.

Georgiana glanced up, and noting her brother moved toward the settee near Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, declared gently, "You were perfectly right, Fitzwilliam; Miss Elizabeth has an incredible talent. We have been playing duets."

Elizabeth blushed at this complement and listened as Mr. Darcy asserted evenly, "I am all the more pleased she agreed to play for us then."

Feeling his eyes on her, Elizabeth smiled slightly and said, "It is a pleasure to play with your sister, sir; she is quite a proficient."

"She is indeed," Mrs. Gardiner added happily.

Georgiana shook her head lightly, and waving away the praise, folded her hands in her lap and looked determinedly toward the keys in front of her. Darcy watched her discomfiture, and knowing it to be due to the attention she received, frowned worriedly. He prepared to speak to divert the company's attention, but was prevented by Elizabeth's addressing the room.

"I believe we should have another song," she said merrily. "I think we might further impress our kind audience who has indulged our playing. What shall we play?"

Her light brown eyes lightened with this offer, and nodding excitedly, Georgiana readily agreed as she searched through the music beside her. Darcy smiled in satisfaction as he raised his eyes to Elizabeth's countenance and noted that she smiled contently, obviously enjoying the company of his sister. His heart swelled at the sight, for he had so long wished them to make each other's acquaintance, and he hoped this meeting would be the first of many.

‘She could not fit into our lives more flawlessly,' he reflected, his dark eyes dancing hopefully.

"Would you indulge me by playing a piece of your choice, Miss Elizabeth?" Georgiana asked. "I would dearly love to hear you play on your own."

Elizabeth nodded reluctantly, and declared, "If you insist upon it, I shall."

She listened as Miss Darcy stood from her seat and retreated across the room where she might better enjoy her performance. Elizabeth bit her lip thoughtfully, her mind racing through melodies as she reflected on what she might play. Sighing lightly, she suddenly felt Jane touch her arm lightly.

Noting her sister's anxiety, and wishing to ease her mind, Jane declared quietly, "Play our father's favorite, Lizzy. You play it so beautifully."

With that, Jane rose from her seat, as her office was no longer necessary, and moved to sit near Miss Darcy. Elizabeth listened to her light footsteps retreating across the room, and feeling suddenly anxious, she breathed deeply.

‘Very well,' she thought as she laid her fingers against the smooth keys.

She pressed the first few notes tentatively, feeling her placement and adjusting her fingering. With a final smile toward the company, Elizabeth began. The sweet Irish melody enchanted the room as its occupants listened silently. Elizabeth smiled as she played, remembering her father's praise of her the first time she had played the piece for him. It had been her first attempt at playing following her illness, and though simple in construction, its quiet, almost melancholy tune suited her well during those first months of darkness. Mary had aided her then, laying her hands over Elizabeth's and pressing down her fingers so that she might feel the placement of her fingers and study the pitches. She moved through the piece slowly for several weeks, listening to Mary play each passage and mimicking the notes. When she played the piece for her family one November evening, they had been quite moved by her achievement.

"That was beautiful, Elizabeth," her father had said quietly as he rose from his seat following her performance and moved toward her. "I felt every emotion of it."

Elizabeth smiled at the memory, for her father still insisted that the simple Irish tune remained his favorite, even though she had since learned countless melodies that were infinitely more difficult. Shaking her head lightly, Elizabeth focused on her playing, listening intently to the notes and octaves that resonated from the instrument. Striking the final chords, she sighed lightly, missing her father desperately.

For a moment, the company was silent, overcome by the beautiful simplicity of the piece as well as Elizabeth's performance. Clapping appreciatively, Darcy smiled broadly and declared, "Absolutely delightful, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth thanked him for his compliment and blushed as she heard his sure footsteps approaching her.

"You are too kind, sir," she said quietly.

Darcy smiled and declared, "I have told you before, Miss Elizabeth; no one could find anything wanting in your playing. You are wholly deserving of praise."

Elizabeth smiled brightly at this, happy that he so well remembered their conversations. On standing from her seat, she felt him gently take her hand and guide it to his arm. She moved after him as he led her to the settee. She smiled and quietly thanked her aunt and uncle as they commended her on her playing.

"That was just lovely, Elizabeth," Mrs. Gardiner declared happily. "It is no wonder it is your father's favorite."

Elizabeth heard this praise distractedly, for she perceived Mr. Darcy taking the seat beside her, and she listened intently as he settled back into the fine cushions. Though she did not know why, she wished desperately for the opportunity to speak with him again privately.

‘Whatever do you expect to happen, Lizzy?' she asked herself. ‘You cannot possibly believe he means to propose?'

Elizabeth breathed deeply to calm her racing heart, and was happy to be distracted by Miss Darcy's addressing the company.

"Do you all enjoy the orchestra?" Georgiana asked eagerly.

Mr. Gardiner confessed that he and his wife did indeed, but with their young family and his responsibilities in his trade, he acknowledged that they rarely attended.

"I fear we too have little experience attending it," Jane declared, looking toward Elizabeth.

Smiling easily, Elizabeth added, "Indeed, for we only attend when we are visiting London."

Looking toward her brother, Georgiana smiled mischievously and declared, "Then you must attend during your stay. Might we accompany them, Fitzwilliam?

Darcy glanced at his sister, and recognizing her efforts, smiled slightly and said, "We certainly may."

Displeased that her brother did not continue, Georgiana looked at him pointedly, silently urging him to invite their guests to use their box. Darcy shook his head in disbelief, and resigning himself to his sister's scheming, smiled happily at the prospect of attending the orchestra with Elizabeth.

His smile broadening, he added, "If you are at leisure during your stay, we would be honored if you would join us in our box."

Mrs. Gardiner looked in astonishment at her husband, and feeling grateful for such an invitation, declared, "We would be delighted, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy glanced toward Elizabeth and her sister, and asked, "Would that be acceptable to you Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth?"

Jane smiled brightly, and noting her sister's quiet smile, declared happily, "It would indeed, Mr. Darcy."

"That is settled then," Darcy said contently.

His dark eyes studied Elizabeth again, and taking in her peaceful countenance, he hoped she would enjoy the performance.

The remainder of the evening passed pleasantly, and Georgiana soon found herself leading her guests toward the front hallway. She spoke happily with Miss Bennet as the footmen gathered her guests' coats. Glancing toward her brother, she noted happily that he spoke quietly with Miss Elizabeth, walking leisurely behind Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

‘Perhaps we are making progress after all,' she thought happily before returning her attention to Miss Bennet.

On arriving beside the others, and turning fully toward Elizabeth, Darcy declared quietly, "I hope you enjoyed your evening, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled, her anxiety over his absence entirely erased, and answered, "I have, sir. Your sister is absolutely delightful."

"Thank you," Darcy said proudly. "She was very happy to have the opportunity to meet with you."

"It was an honor making her acquaintance," Elizabeth declared happily as a footman arrived with her heavy traveling coat.

As the footman raised the garment behind her, Darcy stayed his progress, and thanking the young man, took Elizabeth's coat and quietly dismissed him.

"May I, Miss Elizabeth," he asked gently.

Elizabeth nodded mutely and inhaled sharply as she felt Mr. Darcy move behind her, guiding the sleeves over her arms. She closed her eyes, feeling his warm presence behind her.

"Thank you, sir," she answered, willing her voice steady.

Darcy smiled, and leaning forward slightly, declared quietly, "It is my pleasure, Miss Elizabeth."

Her breath catching at his proximity and soft tone, Elizabeth blushed furiously as she felt Mr. Darcy move beside her again. Guiding her hand once again to his elbow, he moved forward with her. She listened as her aunt and uncle descended the stairs to the waiting carriage. They thanked Mr. Darcy and his sister for their hospitality, and declared that they anticipated meeting with them again before stepping into their conveyance. Jane quietly thanked their hosts, and curtseying lightly, followed her aunt and uncle.

Darcy moved his hold to Elizabeth's hand, and guiding her in her ascent, declared, "I look forward to our next meeting, Miss Elizabeth."

Elizabeth smiled brightly, and pressing his hand lightly, answered, "I do as well."

Smiling gently at this, Darcy bowed a final time before releasing Elizabeth's hand. He watched as her uncle's conveyance pulled forward, and pressing a hand to his heart, he felt it beating rapidly.

‘You are entirely under her command, Fitzwilliam Darcy,' his mind admonished him.

Sighing lightly, he resolved that he was happily so, and turning on his heel, he walked slowly up the stone steps toward his sister