Seen and Unseen ~ Section IX

    By Kim B.

    Beginning, Previous Section, Section IX, Next Section

    Chapter 29: In Society of Others

    Posted on 2008-10-18

    Darcy awoke the following day, his mind still full of Elizabeth's presence. He smiled as he worked the buttons of his waistcoat, remembering her clear voice speaking happily with him. Closing his eyes, he remembered her form sitting beside him at his table, and moving gracefully across the room beside him. Sighing lightly, he opened his dark eyes and smiled hopefully. He reflected that she happily accepted his attentions the previous evening, and though he was shocked by the candor with which he spoke in their moments alone, he could not regret it.

    His smile broadened, a small dimple appearing in his cheek and revealing the depth of his happiness as he thought, ‘I cannot regret anything; I would have her know my heart.'

    Shaking his head lightly, he recollected that a few months before, he never would have imagined feeling such a willingness to have another individual know him so completely. Now, he waited impatiently for the moment he might reveal himself to Elizabeth and beg her most fervently to accept him.

    "Patience," he whispered, but though he urged his heart to calm, he could not quell the excitement he felt.

    Straightening his cravat, Darcy turned on his heel and strode toward the door. As he moved into the hallway, he happily greeted a young maid, who on seeing her master smiling broadly, nearly dropped the crisp linens she was carrying when she curtseyed nervously. Blushing furiously, she nodded and quickly continued down the hallway. Darcy watched her before laughing lightly and descending the stairs. He studied the rooms as he strode past them, reflecting on how quiet and empty they now seemed without Elizabeth's vibrant presence. Praying that they would not remain so for long, he entered the breakfast room and greeted Georgiana merrily.

    "Good morning, dear brother," she greeted, her brow arching in amusement as she watched him pour his coffee at the sideboard. "You seem quite happy today."

    Smiling wryly, and moving toward his seat, he declared lightly, "No more so than yesterday."

    Sipping her tea, she asked archly, "No more? I was certain you had a pleasant evening."

    "I did," he answered simply as he sat down.

    He set his coffee aside, and eyeing his sister, he added, "I believe you had a pleasant evening as well."

    At this, Georgiana forgot her teasing as her eyes brightened happily and she declared, "It was wonderful meeting them all, Fitzwilliam."

    "I am glad you liked them," Darcy answered, smiling contently with the knowledge that Georgiana had enjoyed her time with Elizabeth.

    Watching her brother carefully, Georgiana said, "I found the Miss Bennets everything that was lovely and charming."

    She watched as a light blush rose to her brother's cheeks, and smiling mischievously, she added, "Most especially, Miss Elizabeth."

    Looking toward his sister, and noting that her eyes danced merrily, he said warningly, "Georgiana... "

    "I am only making an observation," she declared innocently as she buttered her toast.

    Shaking his head lightly, Darcy sighed in resignation and said, "I am happy you enjoyed her company. I had wished often that you might meet her."

    Georgiana smiled at this intelligence, and taking it as evidence of her brother's intentions, she declared quietly, "I would welcome being in her company often in the future."

    Darcy looked toward his sister quickly, his eyes widening in surprise as he asked, "Am I so very transparent?"

    Reaching for his hand and pressing it gently, Georgiana smiled comfortingly and said, "Only to me."

    Sighing heavily, Darcy leaned back in his seat and listened as she added, "I would welcome her as a sister, Fitzwilliam."

    Darcy's breath caught at the sentiment, and closing his eyes, he smiled happily. He saw Elizabeth before him, smiling brightly and he felt her hands grasping his firmly. Opening his eyes and frowning slightly, he remembered that all in his family would not be so willing to receive her.

    "I do not believe everyone in our circle would agree with you so readily," he said flatly, as he began to turn his ring in agitation.

    Georgiana's brow furrowed in concern, and hearing the sudden despondency in her brother's voice, she asked quietly, "Why ever not?"

    "Dearest, they would not even wish the two of you introduced," he answered sadly.

    "I have told you that does not matter to me," Georgiana declared firmly, her mouth setting in an unhappy line at the thought of Elizabeth being rejected by their acquaintances. "And if it is of consequence to any of them, then they are not worth my knowing."

    Darcy smiled at his sister's staunch defense of Elizabeth, and looking toward her, he said, "It will be difficult, Georgiana, and I would have your blessing."

    Laughing lightly, Georgiana declared, "Fitzwilliam, I am not yet sixteen; you do not need my approval."

    Leaning forward, and reflecting that the young woman in front of him had been his sole companion for the past four years, he clasped her hand gently and said, "I would have it though, dearest."

    "You have it completely then," she answered, smiling softly as she watched the happy light return to his dark eyes.

    Darcy released the breath he had been holding, his throat tightening with emotion as he whispered, "Thank you."

    Smiling fondly at her, Darcy kissed Georgiana's hand lightly before turning his attention to the paper beside him. The two fell into a companionable silence as a footman entered. Darcy glanced up curiously, and his eyes widened in surprise as Bingley entered the room. His brow furrowing in concern, Darcy took in his friend's appearance, and noted that his countenance was more drawn than it had been on their previous meeting.

    Standing from his seat, Darcy strode toward Bingley and declared, "This is a pleasant surprise indeed."

    Bingley clasped Darcy's proffered hand fondly, and said nervously, "I am sorry to arrive unannounced, but I... "

    He halted in his speech as he noticed Miss Darcy studying him from her seat at the table, and blushing slightly while admonishing himself silently for not noticing her presence sooner, he bowed respectfully.

    "Miss Darcy," he said. "I am sorry I did not see you there."

    Georgiana rose from her seat, and smiling happily at her brother's oldest friend, moved toward him and extended her hand to him, declaring, "It is so good to see you, Mr. Bingley. I was wondering when you would visit us."

    "My apologies," he answered as he pressed her hand gently. "I have been remiss in my obligations and boorish in my behavior."

    While Georgiana laughed lightly at this, Darcy's brow rose in surprise, for he detected the bitterness in his friend's voice. Feeling that Bingley's appearance was undoubtedly due to his sister's deception, Darcy watched him carefully.

    Looking toward Darcy, his eyes filled with remorse, Bingley declared, "I did not mean to intrude on your breakfast, but I would speak with you for a moment."

    Darcy opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted as Bingley added quietly, "That is if you will allow me to."

    Startled by the uncharacteristic sadness in his friend's voice, Darcy glanced at Georgiana, and seeing her nod her approval, Darcy acquiesced and led his friend toward the hallway. As Bingley stepped out, Darcy made an apologetic nod at Georgiana only to see her wave him away. Smiling at his young sister, Darcy closed the heavy wood doors behind him as he followed Bingley.

    Moving in front of him, Darcy led him toward his study. On entering, he walked toward the chairs by the fire, and settled down into his while welcoming Bingley to the other. He watched as Bingley shook his head slightly and chose rather to stand before him.

    "Is everything well, Bingley?" Darcy asked worriedly, watching his friend carefully.

    Bingley sighed heavily, his light eyes revealing his despair as he declared, "I have spoken with Caroline."

    Darcy's color heightened at the mention of Miss Bingley, his anger over her interference and the resulting pain it must have given Elizabeth rising swiftly. He closed his eyes to quell the annoyance he felt bubbling hotly within him. Opening his eyes, he saw his friend turn sadly toward the fire and place his hands on the mantle.

    "You must think me an ass," Bingley said bitterly. "And I cannot disagree with you."

    Darcy's eyes widened in surprise at this sentiment, and standing from his seat, he moved tentatively toward his friend. Placing a gentle hand on Bingley's shoulder, Darcy declared, "Tell me all, Bingley."

    Looking toward his friend, Bingley expected to see disappointment and anger in his dark eyes, but found nothing but understanding. His face twisted painfully, feeling his wretchedness even more so at this evidence of his friend's goodness.

    Sighing heavily, he said, "I believe I was most deceived by my sisters."

    Turning slowly, he moved toward the chair before him and fell heavily into it as he continued, "Caroline admitted that my letter to Mr. Bennet was not delivered to Longbourn."

    Darcy's jaw tightened at this intelligence, and tearing his gaze from his friend, he looked toward the fire. Passing his hands over his face in an effort to calm his rising annoyance, and raking it frustratedly through his hair, he inquired, "May I ask what reason she gave for her interference?"

    "She professed that she did not think it necessary that two notes be sent to Longbourn," Bingley answered flatly.

    Looking toward Darcy, and noticing his friend's look of incredulity, he laughed bitterly and added, "And I see you receive this explanation just as I did."

    Shaking his head, Darcy declared, "I am shocked by this, indeed."

    "Are you?" Bingley asked, rising from his seat and moving to stand beside his friend. "You seemed to recognize her deception immediately."

    Darcy glanced at his friend and said quietly, "I am very sorry, Bingley."

    Bingley waved his hand dismissively and declared, "I believe I deserved to be misled so; I have been far too accommodating to Caroline's whims all my life."

    "And what of Mrs. Hurst?" Darcy asked curiously, feeling certain that the younger sister did not act without consulting the elder.

    Sighing lightly, Bingley answered, "Louisa maintains that she too saw no reason for my note, feeling that Caroline's sufficed."

    Darcy bowed his head in an effort to hide the angry heat he felt rising to his face as he listened to Bingley continue, "Both of them professed that they saw how disappointed I was, and did not wish to tax me further."

    Turning around, he settled his shoulders against the hard mantle, and crossing his arms unhappily, he added, "I have made it quite clear that neither is to make such assumptions again. While Louisa is beyond my power, Caroline is well aware that her allowance depends entirely on my generosity."

    Studying his friend carefully, Darcy saw in Bingley's light eyes, a determination and sureness he had never before encountered in him. Smiling in amusement, he declared quietly, "Bravo, my friend."

    Bingley grinned slightly at this, and breathing deeply, he said, "Yes, well; I am still an ass."

    Despite the gravity of their discussion, Darcy could not help but laugh heartily at this. Clapping Bingley on the back, Darcy moved back to his chair to collect himself.

    "I am happy I can amuse you so," Bingley said flatly, taking his seat across from his friend.

    Darcy wiped at his eyes and declared, "Forgive me, Bingley; I do not know what came over me."

    Bingley shook his head at his friend's uncharacteristic loss of composure, and turned his eyes toward the fire. The two friends fell into a companionable, albeit strained silence. Darcy watched the flames churn behind their grate, wondering how he might broach the subject of Miss Bennet. Noting the sadness that filled Bingley's eyes and his pale complexion, Darcy surmised that Bingley still mourned her loss. Rubbing his chin lightly against the back of his hand, he wondered how he might reintroduce Bingley to Miss Bennet without causing her further distress. He started at the realization that as his affection for Elizabeth grew, so did his desire to protect and care for those connected with her.

    Studying his friend carefully, he declared tentatively, "I assume your sisters also apologized for their advising you against Miss Bennet."

    The effect of hearing her name was immediate, and Darcy watched as Bingley closed his eyes painfully. Shaking his head, Darcy said flatly, "I take it then, that they did not."

    Sighing lightly, Bingley answered, "On that subject, they will admit no wrong; they still believe Miss Bennet was an entirely unsuitable match for me."

    Thinking that some months before his acquaintance with Elizabeth he would have agreed, Darcy shook his head unhappily, and pressing his fingers to his forehead, listened as his friend quietly continued.

    Staring absently into the fire, Bingley played idly with the buttons on the cuffs of his deep blue sleeves, and said quietly, "But I believed she suited me in every way."

    Raising his eyes to his friend, Darcy asked carefully, "Would you wish to meet with her again?"

    Bingley nodded, his eyes brightening momentarily before he declared, "Yet I cannot imagine she would wish to be reacquainted with me."

    Darcy reflected silently that he doubted Miss Bennet was capable of holding any bitterness toward anyone, however they had wronged her. Sighing lightly, and preparing himself for the onslaught of questions that would undoubtedly follow, Darcy said, "She is in London."

    Bingley's eyes widened in surprise and he paled slightly as he asked, "She is in London?"

    "She is indeed," Darcy declared evenly. "She and Miss Elizabeth are visiting their aunt and uncle in Gracechurch Street."

    Standing from his seat, his color rising noticeably, Bingley exclaimed fervently, "You mean she has been in London all this while, and you concealed it from me!"

    At this accusation, Darcy's mouth set in a grim line and he said quietly, "I did no such thing."

    "Then how do you explain not telling me of it?" Bingley asked in astonishment. "Would you deceive me also?"

    Bristling at this, Darcy's eyes narrowed unhappily as he rose from his seat. Moving toward his friend, and straightening to his full, imposing height, he added slowly, "I did not even know of the reason for your departure from Hertfordshire until the other day. You would not have welcomed the news had she refused you."

    "Once you knew the truth of my leaving, you should have told me!" Bingley cried, turning from Darcy and moving across the room. "I would have... "

    "What would you have done?" Darcy asked abruptly, forcing Bingley to be silent. "Had you done as you should have in Hertfordshire, Miss Bennet would be your betrothed by now."

    His brow furrowing unhappily, Darcy watched Bingley carefully, and striding toward him, added firmly, "Had you the strength to trust your own heart, your own mind, rather than that of your sisters, you and Miss Bennet would not be suffering as you are now. Instead, you acted like a petulant child and fled!"

    Opening his mouth mutely, Bingley thought how he might defend himself, but sighing heavily, recognized the unavoidable truth in his friend's rebuke. Shaking his head, he looked toward Darcy, and noting his rigid stance and earnest countenance, he realized there was nothing malicious in Darcy's actions.

    Blushing furiously, Bingley's eyes softened and he declared, "I am heartily sorry, old friend."

    Hearing the despondency in his friend's voice, Darcy's breathing slowed, and his strong shoulders eased. He wavered for a moment, his anger over Bingley's accusation still in his mind. Nodding slightly, Darcy moved back to his seat and laid his right hand atop the worn edge of the leather arm; tracing its splitting fibers calmly.

    Gesturing toward the seat across from him, Darcy said calmly, "If you will sit down, we can discuss what can be done."

    Bingley's brow rose in confusion, and moving toward the seat, he listened eagerly as Darcy continued, "Do you like the orchestra, Bingley?"

    Laughing lightly at this, Bingley asked "Whatever does that have to do with anything?"

    "Well, I cannot imagine you would enjoy yourself when you attend on Saturday, if you do not like the orchestra," Darcy pressed on, his eyes dancing merrily as he watched his friend's confusion.

    Bingley's brow furrowed slightly and he answered uncertainly, "I suppose I like it well enough."

    "Very good; you can share your thoughts on the performance with Miss Bennet during intermission," Darcy said calmly, watching as his friend's eyes brightened and the unhappiness that had so shadowed his countenance diminished slightly.

    Smiling softly, Darcy added, "The Miss Bennets and their relations are to attend with Georgiana and myself on Saturday evening."

    Starting at this intelligence, Bingley smiled broadly and declared, "I think I shall develop a greater love for music then."

    "I thought you would," Darcy answered easily.

    Standing from his seat, Darcy straightened his waistcoat and declared, "We have left Georgiana for far too long. Will you join us for breakfast?"

    Nodding slightly, Bingley stood from his seat and followed Darcy into the hallway. They walked toward the breakfast room, their boots echoing against the dark wood floorboards, and Bingley's eyes strayed to his friend. He watched Darcy, whose steady dark gaze was riveted ahead of him as his tall form moved. Studying his friend carefully, Bingley noted that Darcy's mouth fell in a peaceful line, his countenance rested and lively. Reflecting that he had never seen his friend so easy, Bingley wondered at the cause. Greeting Miss Darcy and taking their seats at the table, he watched Darcy begin to converse happily with his sister. Smiling at the scene, Bingley shook his head lightly, and felt that regardless of the cause, Darcy was a better man than he had ever been.

    On Friday morning, the door to the Gardiner house opened wide and light laughter flooded out, its sound echoing off the surrounding edifices and down the quiet street. The inches of newly fallen snow prevented the tradesmen and merchants from making their way toward the shops and warehouses. Elizabeth stepped out onto the stone landing below the door, gripping the iron railing beside her and moving her foot along the white-covered step to ascertain if the light snow that currently fell had made it slick. Feeling that it had not, Elizabeth smiled broadly, and turning her face toward the sky, she closed her eyes and felt light flakes fall on their lids. As they melted, the cold droplets rolled lightly down her cheeks. Raising the hood of her cape, she covered her dark hair and pulled the heavy fabric closer to her already reddened ears to ward off the chill. She listened to her sister speak quietly with their aunt, assuring her that they would not stray far.

    "We shall be gone only a little while," Elizabeth added, smiling pleasantly. "Besides, it was young Edward who asked if we might take him out, aunt."

    Pulling her young son's heavy wool coat more tightly about him, Mrs. Gardiner asserted, "You need not encourage him though."

    Standing from her position, she smoothed her skirts and looked worriedly toward her nieces. Moving forward, she held Elizabeth's face in her hands and declared, "You will return if you become too chilled."

    Smiling at her aunt's concern, Elizabeth raised her hands to cover her aunt's and answered quietly, "We will."

    Sighing in resignation, Mrs. Gardiner moved aside and watched as her youngest descended the stairs, his hand clasped securely in Elizabeth's. Jane pressed her aunt's arm affectionately before securing her gloves and following her sister. Mrs. Gardiner watched as Jane held Elizabeth's arm at her side, and smiling happily, the three set off down the street. Crossing her arms to warm herself, Mrs. Gardiner watched her nieces carefully before turning inside to see that their gowns were pressed and prepared for the following night.

    Meanwhile, Elizabeth smiled broadly as she listened to the snow crunch beneath their feet and her young cousin's excited chatter. His happy exclamations rang out as he skipped beside her, kicking up the wetness with each step.

    Laughing lightly at his antics, Elizabeth declared, "Really, Edward; you will tire before we even get to the corner."

    "I will not, Cousin Lizzy!" the young boy cried, his bright eyes widening with the thought of having to return home so quickly. "You shall see!"

    Shaking her head lightly, Elizabeth squeezed his hand affectionately, and in the hope of calming him, asked, "Will you tell me what the morning looks like?"

    Edward's brow furrowed in concentration, and turning his head in each direction, he studied the landscape. Seeing no immediate objects of interest, he said quickly, "It is very white."

    Jane and Elizabeth laughed heartily at this description, and nodding her understanding, Elizabeth answered, "I am happy to hear it, for I would be quite put out if it was any other color."

    Edward smiled brightly, and freeing his hand of Elizabeth's, raced ahead and watched his footprints mar the perfect white of the street. Elizabeth turned anxiously toward the sound of his voice, and hearing him not far off, relaxed slightly.

    Noting Elizabeth's worry, Jane declared, "He is not far from us."

    Smiling slightly, Elizabeth answered, "I believe we have bored him." Raising her other hand to Jane's elbow, and pressing it happily, she added, "At least you have not abandoned me."

    "Never," Jane answered, smiling toward her sister.

    Breathing deeply, Elizabeth felt the cold air fill her lungs too quickly. Her chest tightened painfully at the icy air, causing her to cough heavily. She felt Jane halt their progress and turn urgently toward her.

    Placing her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders, Jane watched her carefully and declared unhappily, "Perhaps we should return to the house."

    Elizabeth felt her sister press a handkerchief into her palm, and wiping the tears that pricked her eyes, she breathed slowly, willing her cough to calm. On regaining her composure, Elizabeth smiled weakly and asserted, "I am well, Jane."

    Her brow knitting with worry, Jane said firmly, "You are not to tax yourself, Lizzy."

    "I am not taxing myself," she answered evenly. "I am perfectly well; I only breathed too much of this good air."

    "It is cold and damp," Jane pressed urgently. "This is not the kind of air you should be breathing at all. I never should have agreed to walk out."

    Elizabeth paled slightly as she heard her sister call for their cousin, and his light footsteps quickly approaching them. Shaking her head, Elizabeth declared, "I wish to remain."

    "What is it, Cousin Jane?" Edward asked as he reached their side. "I thought you agreed to take me to the park."

    "Lizzy is not feeling well, Edward," Jane said, studying her sister carefully.

    Rearing unhappily on his other cousin, Edward cried, "You promised we could go, Lizzy!"

    Her mouth setting unhappily, Elizabeth turned fully toward Jane, and declared resolutely, "And so we shall, Edward."

    Putting out her hand, she felt her cousin grasp it tightly, and she added, "I will not return to the house, Jane."

    Jane studied her sister, and noting the steely glint of determination that filled Elizabeth's green eyes, Jane sighed slightly and declared, "You are supposed to be careful, Elizabeth."

    Reaching for her sister's gloved hand, Elizabeth pressed it gently and said, "Careful I will be, but I will not hide myself away. I have been well for four years."

    Feeling a few flakes fall against her cheek, Elizabeth smiled and added softly, "Please, Jane."

    Sighing slightly, Jane agreed reluctantly, and winding her arm through Elizabeth's, continued on. Edward cheered happily, unaware of the tension, and feeling that his cousins had agreed so that they might please him, and he opened his mouth wide in an attempt to catch the light flakes that drifted down.

    Laying her head against Jane's shoulder, Elizabeth declared, "You are very good to me."

    Turning slightly toward her sister, Jane kissed Elizabeth's head lightly and secured her hood more tightly about her. As Elizabeth raised her head, Jane said, "You will tell me if you are too cold."

    "I will," Elizabeth agreed quietly, feeling that though she wished to enjoy herself, she could not ignore Jane's fear for her.

    On entering the park, the sisters spoke happily with their young cousin, telling him stories and making him giggle. Elizabeth listened as Jane indulged Edward by asking him questions about his toy soldiers and skipping with him through the snow. Smiling slightly, she diverted her attention to the other sounds in the park, hearing light laughter echoing as children and their governesses enjoyed the brisk morning. She heard the occasional sounds of horses as their masters guided them carefully through the soft snow on the street behind them. Smiling contently, she reflected that though she knew she was not to be out on such a day, she felt that the clear air and chilling breeze calmed her mind.

    Closing her eyes, she thought on the following evening, and how she might receive Mr. Darcy. She smiled, remembering his attentions toward her the evening they had visited him. Shivering, she recalled the feeling of his fingers holding hers gently while his lips touched her knuckles.

    Opening her eyes, she silently asserted, ‘You cannot think of such things, Lizzy. You will never be able to meet with him with any shred of equanimity!'

    Sighing lightly, she resolved to allow his behavior to be her guide, and should he offer such attentions toward her again, she would welcome them heartily. That evening, she had felt for the first time that Jane and Charlotte's estimation of Mr. Darcy's intentions toward her could be correct, and the idea that he might wish to court her distracted her entirely. As she pictured his person striding toward her confidently, his strong jaw lined by a crisp collar and dark waistcoat, her thoughts were interrupted by her cousin's calling her name. Shaking her head of these pleasant thoughts, she blushed furiously and directed her attention toward Edward.

    "Cousin Lizzy," he began seriously, his brow furrowed with study as he looked closely at his Elizabeth's face. "Why is your face so red?"

    Feeling her color heighten more, Elizabeth shook her head lightly and declared, "It is cold, dearest; it is only natural that my cheeks should be rosy."

    Elizabeth felt Jane's eyes on her, and having no doubt her sister had surmised the true reason for her distraction, she added, "I am certain your face is red too, Edward."

    Edward raised his small hands to his face, and feeling it carefully, looked toward Jane and asked, "Is she right, Cousin Jane?"

    "She is indeed," Jane answered, her eyes dancing merrily at Elizabeth's embarrassment and Edward's questioning. "In fact, I believe both of you have had enough cold for one day."

    Ignoring the unhappy sighs of both parties, Jane reached for Edward's hand before clasping Elizabeth's surely and whispering innocently to her, "Our little cousin is very observant; do you not agree, Lizzy?"

    "He is," Elizabeth answered flatly, willing the heat from her cheeks.

    Jane smiled brightly, and turning toward the entrance of the park, moved toward it happily. Pressing her companions' hands affectionately, she moved out onto the walk. Glancing around, she noted that the neighborhood had slowly reemerged as several people bustled down the street. Her light eyes were suddenly arrested by a familiar form on horseback, and she could not help but stop abruptly.

    Elizabeth's brow furrowed in confusion at the sudden halt, and turning toward her sister, asked, "What is it, Jane?"

    Smiling mischievously, Jane answered quietly, "Mr. Darcy is coming this way."

    She was not disappointed or surprised when Elizabeth's eyes widened. Inhaling sharply, Elizabeth released Jane's hand quickly, and felt along the edge of her hood for wayward strands of hair. Feeling many of them, for the wind had been unforgiving, she sighed in frustration. Wringing her hands nervously, Elizabeth felt the gentle pressure of Jane's hand on her shoulder.

    "Be calm, dearest," Jane said quietly. "You look lovely."

    Elizabeth smiled her thanks, and breathed deeply in an effort to calm her racing heart. Hearing approaching hoof beats, she had no doubt Mr. Darcy would arrive before them soon. Diverting her face downward in an effort to hide her rising blush, she heard him greet them politely.

    "Good morning, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy said, touching his hat.

    As he watched Miss Bennet and Elizabeth curtsey lightly, he dismounted quickly, and landing before them, raised his eyes to Elizabeth's face. He smiled, studying the light blush that spread across her cheeks. He reflected that the dark red of her cloak became her very well, darkening her hair and complementing her fair complexion. Studying her carefully, he noted the small smile that spread across her face, and hoping this was a sign that she welcomed his appearance, he stepped forward.

    "Forgive me for intruding on your outing," he declared as he removed his hat and raked a hand through his dark hair. "Your aunt informed that you all walked this way."

    "You are welcome to join us, Mr. Darcy," Jane said pleasantly, the fact that his eyes had yet to waver from Elizabeth's face not at all lost on her.

    Darcy started slightly, reminded that others were present, and bowing his head lightly, he thanked her for the offer. Looking downward, he noticed the small boy by Miss Bennet's side studying him carefully.

    Noticing the direction of Mr. Darcy's gaze, Jane declared, "This is our cousin, Edward Gardiner."

    The boy gazed up at Darcy, his eyes wide with amazement as he took in Darcy's tall frame. Darcy bit back a laugh, and having no doubt that the child found him as imposing as many in society did, he bowed respectfully.

    "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gardiner," Darcy declared.

    Edward straightened at such a formal address, and setting his shoulders, bowed and answered politely, "Mr. Darcy."

    Elizabeth laughed lightly at her cousin's boldness, and patted his head lightly. Turning toward Mr. Darcy, she asked, "To what do we owe the honor of this visit?"

    Darcy reflected that though it had only been a few days, he had missed Elizabeth's voice tremendously. Breathing deeply to steady his rising heartbeat, he declared, "I wished to speak with your uncle regarding tomorrow evening."

    Her brow falling slightly, and fearing he was no longer able to attend, Elizabeth turned toward him worriedly.

    Noticing the anxiety in her eyes, Darcy quickly sought to assure her, stating, "I wished only to solidify our plans and express Georgiana's anticipation at seeing you all again."

    Feeling her shoulders ease, Elizabeth nodded and declared, "We are looking forward to meeting with her again."

    Jane listened as the two fell silent, each obviously struggling for conversation. Smiling at their nervousness, Jane asked, "Will you return to the house with us, Mr. Darcy? It is very cold."

    Turning his eyes to her, Darcy noted that Miss Bennet watched him carefully. Certain she detected his affection for Elizabeth, and having little desire to hide it, he smiled easily and answered, "I would be delighted."

    Jane smiled happily, and taking Edward's hand, she moved forward as Edward exclaimed, "But who will lead Lizzy home? She might get lost!"

    Elizabeth blushed at her cousin's innocent declaration, feeling certain that others passing by had heard him and now looked on her curiously. Shaking her head lightly, she inhaled sharply as she felt Mr. Darcy take her hand gently and move it securely to the crook of his arm.

    "Fear not, sir," Darcy said valiantly. "I shall see that your cousin arrives home safely."

    Edward smiled in satisfaction, and holding Jane's hand tightly, he led her ahead quickly, talking excitedly as the snow began to fall more earnestly.

    Glancing up and noting the gray clouds rolling above, Darcy released Elizabeth's arm, and securing his hat atop his head, he declared, "I believe we should follow your cousin and sister's example, Miss Elizabeth, and hurry onward."

    Elizabeth smiled as she felt several snowflakes gather in the folds of her cloak and answered, "I think you are right, sir."

    Guiding her hand once more to his arm, and securing his horse's reins about his left hand, Darcy walked forward. He walked leisurely, aware that the ground beneath them had begun to become slick, and wishing to see that Elizabeth had sure footing. Looking toward her, his eyes lit happily as he took in her contented smile. He watched as she turned her face upward and soft flakes collected on her dark lashes and in the few curls that had escaped her hood.

    Smiling, he declared, "It is a very cold morning for a walk, Miss Elizabeth."

    "I do not mind it," she answered, her face still directed toward the sky. "I think this is a beautiful time of year."

    "I thought you enjoyed autumn?" he asked curiously.

    Grinning at this evidence of his attention to their conversations, Elizabeth answered, "I do; I think I enjoy every season equally."

    "You are like me then," Darcy confessed quietly.

    He blushed slightly at his own candor, and as Elizabeth turned toward him, her brow arched in question, he continued, "I simply enjoy being out of doors, regardless of the season."

    Her green eyes dancing merrily, she declared, "You are right, Mr. Darcy; we are very similar."

    Darcy remained silent, watching her carefully and reflecting that she was correct. Never had he found an individual so aware of his own thoughts or alike in his tastes, and before his introduction to Elizabeth, he felt he never would have.

    Pressing her arm more closely to his side, he answered quietly, "We are indeed."

    Her breath caught at the soft caress of his voice, and blushing slightly, she turned her attention ahead of her in an effort to hide her heightened color. Hearing Edward's laughter far ahead of them, she determined that he and Jane had quite outstripped them. As they rounded the corner, their steps becoming heavier with the snow that gathered on their boots, the wind tore more quickly. Elizabeth heard it whistle past her ears, winding its way underneath her hood and biting at her face. Shivering slightly, she could not help but move closer to Mr. Darcy's warmth. She settled her other gloved hand against his upper arm, gripping the heavy wool of his greatcoat.

    Darcy looked down at her, and noting that she laid her head against his shoulder in an effort to block the chill, his brow furrowed worriedly. Looking ahead, he breathed in relief as he saw Miss Bennet and her young cousin ascend the stairs of a townhouse not far from them.

    "We are almost there, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy declared in an effort to calm himself more than Elizabeth.

    Smiling slightly, Elizabeth turned her face toward him and said shakily, "My cousin will be pleased; you have fulfilled your duty very well."

    Shaking his head, he answered firmly, "It is a duty I would gladly undertake again."

    Before Elizabeth could respond, Darcy informed her they had arrived, and securing his horse's rein, he ascended the stairs with Elizabeth. On reaching the warmth of the foyer, he saw Mrs. Gardiner removing her young son's wet coat and gloves.

    Frowning unhappily, she declared firmly, "No more going out of doors today."

    Edward's eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed, "But I did not get cold; it was Elizabeth who began coughing and whose face is so red. Can Cousin Jane not take me out later?"

    On hearing of Elizabeth's coughing, Mrs. Gardiner stood from her position by her son and asked, "Have you become chilled, Elizabeth?"

    "No, aunt," Elizabeth declared quietly, her arm still tucked securely at Mr. Darcy's side. "I am quite well."

    Sighing in relief, Mrs. Gardiner waved a young maid toward the pair and asked her to relieve them of their heavy coats and chilled gloves.

    "I would not wish to intrude," Darcy said as the young woman moved forward to take his hat and gloves.

    "It is no intrusion," Mrs. Gardiner answered. "I will not see you leave without a warm cup of tea."

    Darcy bowed slightly and declared, "Thank you, madam, but I promised my sister I would not be absent long."

    He watched as Miss Bennet guided the dampened cloak from Elizabeth's shoulders, revealing the simple light blue gown Elizabeth wore. Watching her carefully, Darcy took in her heightened complexion and prayed silently that she had not caught cold.

    "Then we look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening," Mrs. Gardiner answered pleasantly.

    "I look forward to that as well," Darcy answered as he bowed toward Mrs. Gardiner and Miss Bennet.

    The two women curtseyed lightly before turning their attention to young Edward. Realizing that he had been provided with an opportunity to say a somewhat private farewell to Elizabeth, Darcy turned toward her fully.

    "I hope you will enjoy tomorrow evening," he declared quietly.

    Listening to his steady breathing and feeling the warmth radiating from his form, Elizabeth smiled and said distractedly, "I am certain I shall."

    Darcy smiled broadly, and reaching for her hand, pressed it gently before asserting in concern, "You are quite cold, Miss Elizabeth."

    "I have just come in from out of doors, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said lightly, hoping to divert his attention from his worry.

    Shaking his head lightly, he said earnestly, "Please, go and warm yourself; I would not wish to see you unwell."

    Hearing the entreaty in his voice, and feeling certain that the man in front of her rarely spoke so imploringly to anyone, she nodded slightly.

    "Thank you," he whispered.

    Wishing her a pleasant afternoon, Darcy bowed low a final time before descending the stairs to his horse.

    "Elizabeth," her aunt called urgently. "Come; we must get you warm."

    "Yes, Lizzy; you do not want to have a red nose tomorrow," Jane added lightly.

    Elizabeth shook her head in amusement, and smiling happily, she answered, "You are right, Jane."

    Listening to the retreating sounds of Mr. Darcy's horse, Elizabeth blushed slightly and whispered, "I would not wish to miss it."

    The following evening Darcy breathed deeply as he watched the lampposts and buildings pass by the carriage window. Passing a nervous hand through his hair, he thought on the evening to come. Drumming his fingers distractedly against the door, he reflected that he desired nothing else but the opportunity to reveal his attentions to Elizabeth.

    ‘Do you intend to speak your heart then?' his mind asked carefully.

    Sighing slightly, Darcy felt that nothing would give him more pleasure, and as he imagined what he hoped would be her favorable answer, a small smile spread across his countenance.

    Unbeknownst to Darcy, his sister watched him carefully from her seat across the carriage and she smiled contently at her brother's quiet happiness. Closing her eyes, Georgiana prayed that Miss Elizabeth would accept her brother happily, and she reflected that she would welcome her into their quiet life. Opening her light brown eyes and looking toward her brother, she reflected that he had been utterly transformed. His serious countenance and dark mien seemed lightened, and the heavy burden he held as the master of Pemberley no longer cast a shadow upon him. She smiled as she watched him nervously turn their father's ring upon his finger while smiling broadly, his mind undoubtedly occupied with thoughts of Miss Elizabeth.

    "Are you looking forward to the evening, Fitzwilliam?" Georgiana asked evenly, a knowing grin appearing on her young face.

    Shaking himself from his reverie, Darcy blushed slightly at his inattention and declared, "I am; I believe it will be a very pleasant evening."

    "Perhaps a very productive evening as well," she added quietly.

    His eyes widening in surprise, Darcy asked, "Whatever do you mean?"

    Smiling broadly, she declared happily, "Nothing, brother; nothing at all."

    His brow knitting slightly in confusion, Darcy opened his mouth to question his sister, but was prevented by his sister's exclaiming, "We have arrived!"

    Still eyeing his sister curiously, Darcy shook his head lightly before opening the door and stepping down from the conveyance. Fixing his hat atop his head, and smoothing his dark waistcoat beneath his heavy greatcoat, he raised his hand to Georgiana and aided her in her descent.

    As she arrived at his side, he asked slowly, "You will behave yourself tonight, Georgiana, will you not?"

    Georgiana smiled broadly, and shrugging lightly, passed her arm through her brother's before leading him forward into the crowd that bustled toward the entrance of the hall.

    Elizabeth smiled as she felt her uncle take her hand lightly in his own before guiding her carefully down from the carriage. Thanking him quietly, she lowered the hood of her cloak carefully, so as not to jar the delicate curls her aunt's maid had arranged atop her head. Moving her fingers along her right elbow to ensure that her sleeve fell easily against her high glove, she breathed deeply in an effort to calm her racing heart.

    ‘It is only the orchestra,' she thought, though her mind and heart argued that she hoped the evening would prove to be far more.

    Pressing a hand to her cheek and feeling the rising heat there, Elizabeth was thankful when Jane joined her and linked her arm through her own. Breathing easier with the distraction, Elizabeth pressed Jane's hand lightly and smiled.

    "Shall we?" Elizabeth asked, hoping her voice did not betray her anxiety.

    Jane smiled brightly and declared, "I hope you will enjoy yourself this evening, Lizzy."

    "I believe I will," her sister answered quietly.

    Holding Elizabeth's arm more tightly, Jane whispered, "You look quite lovely; I think Mr. Darcy will be very pleased."

    Shaking her head and turning her face heavenward, Elizabeth said in exasperation, "I will have none of that this evening, Jane; I would like to enjoy the music without any worry for what Mr. Darcy thinks of me."

    Smiling slightly, and leading her sister forward, Jane declared, "I believe that is unavoidable for I believe he will be much in our company this evening."

    "Jane... " Elizabeth began warningly.

    Jane laughed lightly and said, "Forgive me, Lizzy; I am merely very happy for you."

    Laying her head against her sister's shoulder affectionately, Elizabeth answered, "I know, Jane."

    The sisters heard their aunt calling them happily, beckoning them urgently forward so that they would not be separated. Straightening, Elizabeth held fast to Jane's arm and walked among the groups who waited anxiously for acquaintances while conversing animatedly. Elizabeth listened to the happy declarations and greetings that rang out around her, and smiling broadly, she could not deny that despite her anxiety, she felt excited at the prospect of being among London's society. She bit her lip thoughtfully and concentrated on her steps, feeling desperately that she did not wish to embarrass herself this evening of all evenings.

    On entering the great hall, Elizabeth felt the sudden surge of heat, and immediately feeling herself lightheaded, she untied the fastenings of her cloak and removed it from her shoulders. As she lowered it from her arms and listened to Jane converse quietly with their aunt, she inhaled sharply in surprise as she felt someone lightly touch her arm.

    "Miss Elizabeth," Darcy greeted quietly as he allowed his fingers to lightly trace down her forearm. "You look very well this evening."

    Smiling archly, Elizabeth asked lightly, "Do you still make it a habit to sneak up on blind women, Mr. Darcy?"

    "I do not mean to sneak up on anyone," he answered lightly before taking her heavy cloak from her arms and handing it off to a passing footman.

    Watching her smile brighten, he leaned forward slightly and added quietly, "Though I cannot deny that I do delight in surprising you."

    Blushing lightly as she felt the heat from his form so close to her own, she turned her face toward the ground. She listened as he greeted her aunt, uncle, and Jane pleasantly, and offered to lead them inside. Despite the din, Elizabeth heard his voice clear and strong, and smiled in admiration as she felt him reach tentatively for her hand.

    "Are you ready, Miss Elizabeth?" he asked gently, his eyes dancing happily as he watched her green eyes lighten excitedly.

    Nodding surely, Elizabeth smiled, feeling him lead her hand gently to his arm. As they moved slowly through the crowd, Mr. Darcy quietly described the room to her, and the two fell into easy conversation. Consumed by thoughts of the other, and unable to hear anything beyond the voice of their companion above the din in the room, neither heard the quiet whispers of those they passed by who wondered at the identity of the young woman on Mr. Darcy's arm.

    Darcy smiled easily as he listened to Elizabeth recount her opinions of the German composers, but his mouth fell into a firm line as his gaze encountered the cool stare of a familiar individual, who carefully studied Elizabeth before frowning unhappily and speaking earnestly with the woman beside her.

    Chapter 30: Unworthy of Notice

    Posted on 2008-10-26

    Darcy's dark eyes narrowed in annoyance, and watching the older woman whisper to her companion, he surmised that she spoke of Elizabeth. He studied her as she glanced back at Elizabeth, her shrewish pale eyes settling on Elizabeth's form, and undoubtedly assessing the worth of her gown. Breathing deeply, and turning his eyes forward, Darcy strove to calm his growing irritation, and unconsciously raised his hand to cover Elizabeth's, as his fierce need to see that she remained unsettled rose within him.

    Elizabeth started at the pressure of his hand, and turning her face toward him, she concentrated on the rigidity of the muscles in his forearm as they tensed beneath her fingers. Her brow furrowing with worry, she asked, "Is everything well, Mr. Darcy?"

    She felt him snap from his unhappy reverie, his arm relaxing slightly beneath her grip as he declared, "It is indeed, Miss Elizabeth. Please forgive my inattention; my thoughts were distracted for a moment."

    Feeling that his silent annoyance was steeped in more than mere distraction, Elizabeth listened carefully to the conversations around her. Hearing nothing troubling, she declared, "That is by no means a compliment, sir."

    "Whatever do you mean?" he asked, his brow rising in surprise as his mind turned from the gossips to Elizabeth's voice.

    Smiling mischievously, she answered, "Only that you become distracted in my presence; am I so very boring?"

    Darcy smiled slightly at this, and glancing once more at the two women to his right, he leaned close to Elizabeth and declared quietly, "I confess, Miss Elizabeth, that you distract me entirely when I am in your presence and I believe I have told you on more than one occasion that I could never believe you boring."

    Elizabeth shivered as she felt his warm breath against her cheek as he spoke quietly to her. To others, it undoubtedly seemed that he merely strove to hear her conversation above the clamoring of excited voices in the room. Smiling shyly, she felt that only the blush she was certain rose to her cheeks hinted at the intimacy of his conversation.

    Nodding slightly, she replied archly, "I do recall you saying something to that effect."

    Darcy smiled in response, and realizing they neared the entrance to the recital hall, he noted that the two women he had noticed looking interestingly at Elizabeth earlier, were moving into the throng of guests beside him. Tensing slightly, he cringed as his aunt's friend greeted him with cold civility.

    "Mr. Darcy," Mrs. Thornton declared, a tight smile spreading across her face. "What a pleasure to see you this evening."

    Darcy bowed respectfully, his arm still holding Elizabeth's close. Rising to his full height, he answered evenly, "Good evening, Mrs. Thornton."

    Gesturing toward the young, elegant woman beside her, she said, "You will remember my daughter, Anabelle? Her father has become great friends with your uncle, and she is often in company with your aunt and myself."

    Darcy's dark eyes glanced at the young girl beside her for the first time, and while she smiled prettily, he immediately detected the artfulness in her gaze as she studied Elizabeth curiously. Bowing slightly, he answered quietly, "It is a pleasure, Miss Thornton."

    Turning his eyes toward Elizabeth, and noting that she turned her face to his expectantly, he smiled and declared, "And may I introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

    The two elegant ladies curtseyed gracefully, the fine silk of their skirts rustling and pooling at their feet. Mrs. Thornton professed with a practiced ease of countless seasons in Town, "Lovely to make your acquaintance, Miss Bennet."

    "Thank you, madam," Elizabeth answered, rising from her curtsey.

    Her duty complete, Mrs. Thornton returned her attention to Mr. Darcy, but before she could begin to expound the virtues of her young companion, he interrupted her and introduced the rest of his party. Elizabeth smiled, imagining the woman's shocked countenance when she discovered Mr. Darcy's companions were by no means members of her own circle. She listened carefully while Mrs. Thornton greeted her aunt, uncle, and Jane, and she noted immediately the insincerity in her clipped inquiries toward them.

    "You reside in Gracechurch Street?" she declared in surprise, her eyes studying Mr. Gardiner's evening attire. "How... charming."

    Elizabeth bit back a laugh, and shaking her head slightly in wonder at the woman's thinly veiled disdain, she declared, "Though my sister and I are only visiting, we enjoy it immensely."

    Mrs. Thornton's attention turned to Elizabeth's face for the first time, and noting that Elizabeth's green eyes did not look toward her, but somewhat past her, she started slightly and inhaled sharply. Glancing at Elizabeth's arm, which Mr. Darcy had yet to relinquish, she recognized that beyond being obviously outside the ton, the young woman on Mr. Darcy's arm was blind. Shaking her head absently, her complexion paled.

    "If you will excuse us, Mrs. Thornton, Miss Thornton," Darcy declared quickly, for he had noticed Mrs. Thornton's thoughts as they played across her face. "My sister is eagerly awaiting the presence of her guests in our box. I would not wish to keep her waiting."

    Her brow furrowing unhappily at this intelligence, Mrs. Thornton answered, "Of course, Mr. Darcy. We hope to see you during the intermission."

    Falling into a deep curtsey, Miss Thornton added, "And we will be certain to mention our meeting with you to your aunt, and extend your good wishes to her."

    "You are very kind," Darcy answered flatly before leading his companions away.

    Mrs. Thornton stared after them, her mind racing unhappily with thoughts of the encounter. Frowning deeply, she declared, "Whatever can he be thinking being in company with such a woman?"

    "Surely it is only his sense of charity that caused him to invite her as a guest," Miss Thornton said easily, her light eyes watching Elizabeth's form disappear into the crowd. "As she is family to the rest of them, he could not very well invite them and not her."

    "To introduce her to his sister though," her companion continued, heedless of anything else. "It is too shocking."

    Miss Thornton adjusted the finely embroidered edges of her gloves, and smoothing them easily, she declared firmly, "Then perhaps you should tell Lady Fitzwilliam of your concern, mother."

    Nodding vehemently, Mrs. Thornton affirmed, "I believe I shall, my dear."

    With that, the two women continued on, greeting those they passed politely and pausing to speak with their acquaintances. Mother and daughter smiled easily as they moved through the room, their skirts trailing at a fashionable length, and the delicate heels of their slippers clicking lightly on the marble floor.

    Meanwhile, Darcy remained unsettled by the meeting, his mind turning over Mrs. Thornton's cold reception of the Gardiners, and her contemptible gaze on Elizabeth's person. Though he attempted valiantly to converse easily with his companions as they made their way toward his box, he could not tear his mind from Miss Thornton's assurance that they would inform his aunt of the meeting.

    ‘Insufferable woman,' he thought unhappily.

    He had often been in company with Mr. Thornton, for the man was a valued friend of his uncle. Darcy found him intelligent and amiable, and welcomed his company whenever he was in town. His interactions with Mrs. Thornton were of quite another sort; though only made to be in her company at his aunt and uncle's home, Darcy found her calculating and arrogant nature disturbing indeed. During the previous winter, she had reminded him several times that her daughter would be out this season, and Darcy felt that she undoubtedly sought to claim him as her son-in-law.

    Sighing heavily, he listened inattentively as Miss Bennet and Elizabeth spoke excitedly of the evening's program. He smiled sadly, feeling that Mrs. Thornton and her daughter would undoubtedly abuse them to his aunt. Shaking his head, he prayed silently to have an opportunity to speak with his aunt and uncle regarding his intentions before they discovered them from a pernicious gossip.

    ‘There is nothing that can be done now except to see that there is no opportunity for them to be in company with Elizabeth again this evening,' he reflected, though it gave him little comfort.

    He felt Elizabeth press his forearm slightly in an attempt to draw his attention, and smiling slightly, he asked, "Yes, Miss Elizabeth?"

    "You are distracted again," she said lightly.

    "Forgive me," Darcy answered quietly.

    Elizabeth's brow knitted in concern, and he felt that she must know his thoughts, for she had told him once that she drew her portraits of individuals by the tone of their voice, tastes, and treatment of others. Smiling slightly, Darcy reflected that her picture of Mrs. Thornton would be unfavorable indeed.

    Looking toward Miss Bennet, Darcy smiled pleasantly and said, "Your sister has caught me being inattentive of my guests yet again, Miss Bennet. I am an appalling host."

    Elizabeth laughed lightly at this, shaking her head in disagreement. Jane smiled comfortingly at the tall gentleman who still retained her sister's arm gently at his side and declared, "Not at all, Mr. Darcy."

    Curious of the extent of Mr. Darcy's acquaintance with Miss Thornton, for she had noticed how the young woman smiled admiringly at him, Mrs. Gardiner observed, "Mrs. Thornton and her daughter seem very elegant. It was a pleasure meeting them."

    Darcy frowned slightly at the mention of the women, and nodding tersely, he acknowledged that they were, but made known that he was rarely in their company. He sighed in relief, seeing the entrance to his box come into view, and feeling that he wished nothing more than to enjoy the remainder of the evening without further interference. Smiling, he invited the Gardiners and Miss Bennet to enter before moving into the dim seclusion of the small balcony with Elizabeth. He watched happily as Georgiana smiled brightly and rose to greet the company. She pressed Miss Bennet and Elizabeth's hands affectionately, and retaining Elizabeth's, led the two sisters to their seats. He smiled softly when he heard her engage them in conversation, before turning his attention to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.

    Elizabeth smiled brightly, listening to the musicians below playing random notes to check that their instruments were in tune. She reflected that while much of the audience found little pleasure in the discordant notes that filled the room and drowned away their conversations, she enjoyed them immensely. She listened intently as the sounds reverberated around her, and grinning happily, she sat in anticipation, playing idly with the program she had been unnecessarily handed when she entered.

    "I hope you will enjoy the performance," she heard Mr. Darcy say suddenly.

    Though she started at his remark, she smiled contently when she heard him take the seat to her right. "I am looking forward to it," she said excitedly. "Thank you again for inviting us."

    "Knowing how much you enjoy music, I could not allow you to leave London without attending," he declared, watching her green eyes glisten merrily in the faint light.

    Glancing around, Darcy noted happily that the few groupings of tall candles gave off a diffused glow, which would allow him to watch Elizabeth throughout the performance with impunity. He wished desperately to please her, and anticipated watching her emotions play across her face as she listened.

    Looking out over the audience, he noticed Bingley sitting with his sisters and Mr. Hurst, agitatedly playing with his cuff buttons. Shaking his head lightly, Darcy could not deny his disappointment that Bingley had not come alone, but reflected that it would look very untoward to their acquaintances if he appeared at the performance without them. Pressing a light hand to his forehead, he willed his anxiety to quiet, and told himself that their plan would go flawlessly.

    ‘It will if Miss Bennet is willing to accept Bingley as a friend again,' he thought worriedly as he looked toward her.

    She spoke quietly with Georgiana, a peaceful smile on her fair countenance. Darcy breathed deeply, and looking back to Bingley, smiled slightly when he saw his friend glance nervously up at him. Nodding slightly, he silently assured his friend that all would be well, and watched as Bingley smiled before turning back to his conversation with Mr. Hurst.

    Darcy's own attention was drawn away when he heard Elizabeth laugh lightly with Georgiana. Smiling contently, he imagined many evenings spent in such a way, and he watched her carefully as she turned forward, her attention riveted by the sounds below.

    Leaning toward her, he whispered, "The conductor is just offstage; I believe they should begin any moment."

    Elizabeth smiled her thanks before asking Darcy to describe the room to her. He accommodated her happily, telling her of the finely constructed arches and carved white marble. Before he could describe where they sat, he saw the conductor move toward his place before the pit, and the audience applauded appreciatively. Clapping lightly, he turned his dark eyes to Elizabeth, and watched her countenance brighten further as the music began.

    Biting her lip to quell her happiness, Elizabeth breathed deeply as the strings lightly began; their sweet, gentle melody filling the room. Though she listened attentively, she could not ignore Mr. Darcy's presence beside her. She felt the warmth of his arm so close to her own, and fought the urge to link her own through it. Closing her eyes, she pressed a hand lightly to her cheek, and felt it warm noticeably with her thoughts.

    ‘Stop it, Lizzy, or you will be incapable of speech,' she urged herself silently.

    Noticing her action, and fearing she might have caught cold the previous day after all, Darcy took the hand from her cheek lightly in his own, and inquired fearfully, "Do you feel unwell, Miss Elizabeth?"

    Elizabeth was stricken silent by the feeling of his fingers imploringly pressing her own, and reflecting that the contact did little to calm her rising blush, she confessed quietly, "I admit I am a little warm, sir."

    His brow furrowing in concern, he quickly stood from his seat, and after making Mr. Gardiner aware of his niece's discomfiture, returned to her side. Kneeling by her chair, he declared softly, "Allow me to escort you outside for some fresh air. We will not go far, so you will not miss much of the performance."

    Feeling herself suddenly lightheaded, and admitting to herself his plan was a sound one, she nodded reluctantly. She felt him clasp her hand surely, pressing it gently, and running his thumb across its back before rising from his position and securing her fingers on his forearm. Her breath caught when his warm palm covered her hand, and she leaned into him slightly for support.

    "Come," he whispered.

    Looking toward the worried occupants of the small room, he explained that they would not be long, before moving noiselessly through the door and into the hallway. Once in the brighter light he turned quickly, to study Elizabeth's face, and finding her cheeks flush and countenance drawn, he paled with fear.

    "You are unwell, Miss Bennet," he declared urgently. "Shall I fetch your uncle so that you might return to his home?"

    Elizabeth shook her head vehemently and cried, "No! No; I would not wish to ruin their evening. I am made only a little dizzy by the heat of the hall."

    Thinking worriedly that the room was not so very warm, Darcy watched her carefully. Looking down the hallway, he noted that they were quite alone, and the silence was only broken by the rising music in the hall beyond. Turning determinedly toward her, Darcy took her hand again, this time not bothering to move it to its customary position on his arm, and walked swiftly toward a window in the hope its slight draft would ease her distress.

    "Thank you, Mr. Darcy," she said quietly, listening in wonder to his movements. "I am certain I can find my way back; I would not wish you to miss the performance."

    Pressing her hand more firmly, he declared quietly, "Elizabeth, I would not leave you for a kingdom."

    He blushed when he realized he had so easily used her given name, and releasing her hand quickly, he raked a hand through his dark hair. "Forgive my candor, Miss Bennet; my worry overtook my sense of decorum," he added quietly as he turned his eyes away and stepped a few steps from her so that he might collect himself.

    Laying a hand against her forehead, and feeling the heat there lessen somewhat, she smiled slightly. Turning in the direction of his voice, she admitted resolutely, "You did not hear me disapprove of your actions, sir, so I hope you will not apologize for them."

    Darcy's eyes widened, and looking toward her hopefully, his breath caught as he took in her peaceful countenance and bright, shy smile. Despite his resolve not to, he moved immediately back to her side, her form mere inches from his own.

    Watching her closely, he declared, "When you feel prepared, we can return."

    Elizabeth nodded slightly, her mind filled with his presence and the sound of his breathing. She closed her eyes, listening to rumble of the percussion filtering toward them. Laying her hand against the window frame, she bowed her head and listened to the melody in an effort to calm her racing mind and heart. She silently admonished herself for her folly in venturing outside the previous day, for she felt certain the dampness had weakened her. Sighing heavily, she reflected that she had greatly anticipated the evening, and now she had marred its perfection with her silliness.

    Darcy studied her, and praying that she was well, watched her color calm and breathing slowly steady. He sighed in relief, and his hand rose to her face as if of its volition and settled against her cheek. Caressing it lightly with his fingers, he felt that her soft skin had cooled, though a light blush still spread across her features. Her fine eyes opened in surprise and turned toward him in wonder.

    Unwilling to recall his hand, he said huskily, "I believe you are recovering."

    He moved his fingers up to her brow, tracing the delicate arch there, and reflecting how much he had missed it rising impertinently in challenge. Trailing his fingertips lightly back down her cheek, he held her chin lightly for a moment and studied her, reflecting on the very same path her own fingers had drawn on his face all those weeks ago.

    ‘Speak, you fool!' his mind demanded. ‘You cannot treat her so and then give her no assurance of your affection.'

    Darcy admitted the truth in this, and reflected that he would not see her or her reputation harmed in anyway. His mind turned briefly to his family, but rather than fearing their disapproval as he had done all of his life, he resolved that it did not matter. Georgiana had approved of his choice heartily, and he had felt since the earliest moment of their acquaintance, that Elizabeth would be the best of sisters to her. His thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth's voice gently answering him.

    "I believe I am," she said quietly, her voice shaking with the force of the feelings he was producing in her.

    Shaking his head lightly, Darcy smiled and declared, "We should return then."

    Elizabeth nodded distractedly, her attention still entirely drawn to the feeling of his thumb and forefinger lightly touching her chin and jaw line.

    "I would not wish you to miss the intermezzo," he said evenly, willing his heart to calm. "Forgive me for detaining us."

    Smiling mischievously, Elizabeth declared boldly, "As I told you earlier, Mr. Darcy; I hope you will not apologize for something I did not disapprove of."

    Darcy's eyes softened at this, and looking over her person lovingly, his dark mien lightened noticeably. Glancing over his shoulder, and assuring himself of their privacy, he smiled broadly.

    "Elizabeth," he began, clasping her hand surely in his left. "I... "

    He paused, biting his lip thoughtfully and admonishing himself for being so inarticulate. He looked toward their joined hands, while his other lightly stroked her delicate jaw. Suddenly he felt her return the pressure of his hand, and raising his gaze to hers, he saw her eyes looking toward him imploringly.

    Breathing deeply, he moved his thumb gently over her lower lip and continued, "I hope you will grant me an interview tomorrow afternoon. You have my word I will be far more eloquent then."

    Elizabeth started when his thumb passed over her lip a second time, feeling it leave a burning trail as it moved back to cup her cheek. She felt the heat rise quickly to her face, and though she had no doubt he noticed it, she was entirely unashamed.

    Nodding shyly, she asserted happily, "I shall look forward to it."

    Though he desired nothing more than to hold her, he breathed deeply to calm himself and instead raised her hand to his lips. Placing several light kisses across her knuckles, he said quietly, "Thank you."

    Elizabeth felt her throat tighten on hearing the thick emotion in his voice. Smiling brightly, she concentrated on the feeling of his lips on her hand, and could not help but wonder how they would feel against her own.

    ‘You will never get through the evening now,' her mind asserted.

    Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, she felt that she no longer minded if he noticed her preference for him, for she felt entirely assured that his affection for her matched the strength of her own for him. Though she was disappointed when he moved her hand back to the security and warmth against his side, she could not deny that they would be missed soon.

    "I believe we should return," Darcy declared evenly. "I would not have your family believe I kidnapped you."

    Elizabeth laughed lightly and said, "I do not think they would think you capable of such a thing, Mr. Darcy."

    Shrugging lightly, he began to walk back with her. Looking toward her, Darcy asked seriously, "Are you certain you feel well, Miss Elizabeth?"

    "I am," she answered before adding quietly, "I am far more well and content than I have ever been."

    Smiling in satisfaction, Darcy declared, "I am glad to hear it."

    On reaching the entrance of the box, Mr. Darcy led Elizabeth inside. She quickly assured her family and Miss Darcy that she felt much recovered; and silently thanking God for the darkness of the room, she thought they could not see the blush she felt certain covered her cheeks. Mr. Darcy moved with her toward her seat before taking his own, and she quietly thanked him for his assistance.

    "It was my pleasure, Elizabeth," he answered, his soft whisper audible to no one but herself, and causing her to shiver slightly.

    She smiled at this, hoping he could see her happiness in the dim light. Drawing a shaky breath, for her heart leapt at the feeling of his arm so near to her own, she turned her attention back to the proficient musicians. Closing her eyes, she allowed the sonorous notes to surround her.

    Darcy watched her carefully, studying her steady breathing and the light blush that covered her cheeks. Unable to suppress his happiness over her apparent encouragement of his suit, he smiled slightly, his entire countenance brightening. Breathing deeply, he turned his dark eyes to the entertainment below, and reflected that he happily anticipated the rest of the evening.

    Bingley's pale eyes turned impatiently toward the grand staircase, his gaze traveling up its ornate form. He studied each party that moved down the stairs, excitedly discussing their opinions of the evening's amusement. Sighing heavily, he reflected unhappily that the intermission had begun five minutes before, yet Darcy's party had not appeared.

    ‘Wherever are you, Darcy?' he wondered anxiously.

    Crossing his arms in frustration, and scolding himself for his impatience, he returned his attention to his sisters' conversation. He listened inattentively as they earnestly discussed the fashion and manners of the present company.

    "I tell you that it is, Louisa," Miss Bingley insisted. "There is no doubt in my mind that Mrs. Allen's gown is directly from the Paris shops."

    Mrs. Hurst glanced toward the elegant woman, and taking in the deep yellow silk of her gown, she shook her head incredulously and declared, "No; I simply cannot agree with you."

    Fanning herself lightly, Miss Bingley sighed lightly at her sister's apparent lack of knowledge of fashion, and looking toward her brother, noted his restless countenance. Her brow furrowing curiously, she asked, "Charles, whatever is the matter with you?"

    Shaking his head lightly to tear his attention from the stairs, he looked toward his sister and answered simply, "Nothing, Caroline. I am having a fine evening."

    "You do not look as if you were," she said suspiciously, taking in his pale complexion and rigid shoulders. "I thought we were past your mourning after Miss Jane Bennet. She was truly beneath your notice."

    Bingley's eyes narrowed in annoyance, and he said firmly, "I asked that you not speak of her in such a way again. Have you forgotten our discussion, dear sister?"

    Bristling at his unyielding tone, Miss Bingley pursed her lips unhappily, her mind turning back to her brother's expressing his disapproval of her behavior in Hertfordshire. "No indeed; I assure you," she answered quietly.

    Nodding in satisfaction, Bingley added, "I hope you will remember that, on this night especially."

    Just as Miss Bingley prepared to inquire why this evening should require her to think on such an unpleasant conversation, her eyes were arrested by the form of Miss Georgiana Darcy gracefully descending the staircase beside a man and woman. Miss Bingley's mouth fell open at the appearance of Mr. Darcy's young sister, feeling that she had never seen the girl speak so animatedly to anyone.

    ‘Whoever could they be?' Miss Bingley wondered, studying the gentleman's evening attire and noting that it was not the latest cut, nor made from the finest material. Determining that the man was not a man of society, her brow knitted in confusion.

    Bingley followed his sister's gaze, and smiled when he noticed Miss Darcy arrive in the lobby beside who he could only assume was Jane's aunt and uncle. Breathing deeply, Bingley raised his eyes to the top of the stair, and was not disappointed. Darcy began to slowly descend the stairs, his arms lightly linked with Jane and her sister's as he escorted them down. His friend and Jane smiled broadly, and Bingley had no doubt the Miss Elizabeth had shared some entertaining observation. Bingley's light eyes remained riveted on Jane, and he admitted willingly how desperately he had missed her. Frowning slightly, he schooled his excitement, and reminded himself of the great wrong he did her in distrusting her character so and leaving so suddenly. Looking toward his sister, he noted that she had paled noticeably, and her mouth set in an angry line as she watched the three.

    "I did not know Darcy would be in attendance," Mr. Hurst observed as he took a large gulp of his refreshment. "Perhaps he will agree with me that this is a waste of an evening; any man worth his salt would prefer being at the club."

    Mrs. Hurst quickly hushed her husband, and looking toward her sister, declared carefully, "It is surprising that we did not hear of it."

    Recalling her brother's earlier preoccupation, Miss Bingley's frown deepened, and turning toward him fully, and said, "Yes, I do wonder that we had no knowledge of it. It is quite a happy coincidence that you determined we should come this evening, Charles."

    "It is, indeed," Bingley said distractedly, his mind racing as he tried to determine how he might reintroduce himself to Jane.

    Noting that Mr. Darcy and his party had arrived at the bottom, Miss Bingley snapped her fan shut, and pressing a careful hand to her hair to determine its neatness, she declared, "And how odd he should be in the company of the Miss Bennets. Well; we would be remiss if we did not reintroduce ourselves to them."

    With that, she lifted her deep blue skirts and moved quickly toward her acquaintances. Mrs. Hurst looked quickly to her brother before following her sister.

    "Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy," Miss Bingley declared happily when she arrived before them. Rising from her low curtsey, she immediately exclaimed, "And the Miss Bennets! How unexpected indeed."

    Darcy's jaw set tightly when he heard her enthusiastic greeting, and tearing his attention from Elizabeth, he bowed respectfully and declared, "Good evening, Miss Bingley, Mrs. Hurst."

    Looking past her, he noted happily that Bingley followed behind them. Praying that his friend's presence would restrain Miss Bingley's tongue, Darcy listened as Elizabeth and Miss Bennet greeted the two sisters.

    "It is a pleasure to see you again," Jane said calmly as she released Mr. Darcy's arm and curtseyed gracefully. "I hope you have both been well."

    Not wishing to make herself unpleasant in Mr. Darcy's presence, Miss Bingley smiled broadly and cried, "Oh, Louisa and I have just been desolate without you! Why ever did you not inform us that you would be in London? We certainly would have called. Truly, Jane, I would have expected you to be a more faithful correspondent."

    Jane blushed slightly, but was spared from answering as Elizabeth declared, "I believe my sister did write, Miss Bingley, just as you requested."

    Miss Bingley flushed in annoyance, and looking toward Elizabeth for the first time, noted unhappily that her hand was still firmly placed at Mr. Darcy's elbow. Fighting her rising displeasure, she said lightly, "I do recall receiving a few short missives, but you must forgive me for not answering. I am appallingly inattentive to the post."

    Darcy rolled his eyes heavenward as he listened to Miss Bingley's explanation and sighed slightly in frustration. Reflecting that he could not endure her presence for long, he suddenly felt Elizabeth press his arm lightly to draw his attention. Turning his eyes toward her, he noted she smiled encouragingly, undoubtedly sensing his displeasure. Studying her peaceful countenance, Darcy smiled slightly, and felt his annoyance dissipate somewhat. He watched in delight as her brow arched in question, but his attention was suddenly drawn from her face by Bingley's uncertain greeting of Miss Bennet.

    "Good evening, sir," Jane answered quietly, a bright blush spreading across her cheeks.

    Darcy watched in worry as her light eyes darted downward in obvious embarrassment, and her hands folded tightly in front of her. Glancing toward his friend, he noted that Bingley suffered a similar anxiety. Frightened that neither would speak, and feeling that his plan was would do nothing but wound Miss Bennet, Darcy prepared to comment on the performance in an effort to ease the rising tension.

    He was prevented as Elizabeth declared brightly, "Mr. Bingley, you have not yet met our aunt and uncle."

    Darcy breathed in relief, listening to her introduce Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner to Bingley, his sisters, and Mr. Hurst. He smiled slightly, for under Mr. Gardiner's easy personality and his wife's gentility, the unease that had descended on the party immediately dissipated.

    Elizabeth smiled brightly when her aunt's quiet voice inquired how Mr. Bingley had enjoyed the season in Town. He quickly made known that while he appreciated the entertainments and company London afforded, he could not deny that he heartily missed the time he had spent at Netherfield.

    "Indeed," he continued quietly. "I cannot remember a more pleasant time, than the time I spent in Hertfordshire."

    Having no doubt her sister's color heightened at this, Elizabeth felt that Mr. Bingley's reflection, though seemingly directed to the company, was most assuredly meant for Jane. Feeling the hope that Jane's disappointment might at last be mended, Elizabeth unconsciously pressed Mr. Darcy's forearm affectionately, for she had no doubt of his involvement in Mr. Bingley's being present that evening.

    Darcy felt the sensation, and looking toward Elizabeth, his brow furrowed in confusion. His breath caught at seeing her bright smile directed at him. Noting that Bingley, the Gardiners, and his sister were earnestly engaged in a discussion of the performance while Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst turned their attention to the conversation of a small group of elegant women not far from them, Darcy turned fully toward Elizabeth.

    "May I ask to what I owe the pleasure of such a smile, Miss Elizabeth?" he asked quietly.

    Elizabeth blushed, and feeling she could not fully express her gratitude for allowing her sister this second chance at happiness, she shrugged lightly and said, "Thank you."

    His brow rising slightly, Darcy inquired, "Whatever for?"

    Smiling contently, Elizabeth turned toward the direction of Bingley's clear voice and inclined her head. Following the turn of her green eyes, Darcy blushed slightly as he recognized the reason for her gratitude.

    Shaking his head, he declared, "There is no need for your thanks; I am merely rectifying a great wrong."

    "But it was not your wrong," Elizabeth asserted softly. "You were under no obligation to rectify it."

    Darcy wished desperately to reveal that she was the reason for his care, but before he could reply, Miss Bingley called for his attention. He started at the sound, and sighing lightly, his eyes reluctantly moved from where Bingley and Miss Bennet spoke quietly.

    "It was very kind of you to invite the Miss Bennets and their relations as your guests this evening," Miss Bingley declared, her eyes looking briefly toward Elizabeth's grasp on his sleeve. "You are always so good."

    Feeling that the woman intended to speak to him without involving Elizabeth, he said evenly, "Georgiana and I were quite happy that they accepted, for knowing how much Miss Elizabeth appreciates music, we felt certain she would especially enjoy it."

    "Indeed," Miss Bingley said, her mouth pursing unhappily. "And are you enjoying the performance, Miss Eliza?"

    "I am, Miss Bingley," Elizabeth answered shortly, annoyed with Miss Bingley's clipped remark.

    Smiling slightly, and looking toward her sister slyly, Miss Bingley pressed on, declaring, "I imagine you have very little opportunity to attend such events while in Town; I imagine your uncle is very busy with his trade."

    Elizabeth felt the muscles in Mr. Darcy's arm tense beneath her fingers, and wishing to assure him that she was unaffected, she confessed, "That is unfortunately true; Jane and I are provided very little opportunity to enjoy the orchestra."

    Miss Bingley smirked slightly at this, and raising her fan in attempt to hide her pleasure, she said, "That is unfortunate, Miss Eliza."

    "But I do find," Elizabeth continued without acknowledging Miss Bingley's remark, "that rarely being in attendance has made this evening all the more pleasurable."

    Darcy smiled slightly, reflecting that he heartily agreed with her. Looking toward Miss Bingley, he was delighted to find her easy smile fall quickly as she realized Elizabeth remained composed despite her comments. He watched Miss Bingley look pointedly toward her sister before curtseying quickly toward him and Elizabeth.

    "Enjoy the rest of your evening," Miss Bingley declared tightly. "I see Mrs. Rochfort is here; I must speak with her."

    Before Elizabeth rose from her curtsey, she heard Miss Bingley's heels retreating across the room. Smiling in amusement, she started when she felt a gentle hand touch her left.

    Pressing her acquaintance's hand lightly, Mrs. Hurst declared, "It has been a pleasure seeing you again, Miss Elizabeth. I hope you will enjoy the rest of your evening."

    "Thank you, Mrs. Hurst," Elizabeth said, her eyes wide with astonishment.

    Smiling politely, Mrs. Hurst added, "You and Jane must visit us at Grosvenor Street before your departure from London."

    Feeling that she had never before heard Mrs. Hurst speak so, Elizabeth smiled at the obvious sincerity in her voice and declared, "We would be delighted."

    Nodding quickly at Darcy, Mrs. Hurst moved toward her husband, the heavy silk of her skirts rustling behind her. She began discussing the musician's selection with Georgiana, seemingly content to listen to the young girl's enthusiastic opinions. Darcy's dark eyes watched in amazement, and looking to where Miss Bingley stood with several elegant women, he reflected that never in his acquaintance with Bingley had he witnessed one sister act so differently from the other.

    Shaking his head lightly, he said, "Shall we retrieve some refreshment before the performance continues?"

    Smiling in agreement, Elizabeth felt Mr. Darcy secure her arm more tightly as he walked forward. She focused on her steps, and listening closely to the conversations nearby to ascertain their nearness, felt confident that she could cross the room without incident. Though she had always prided herself on her independence, she could not deny that the steadiness of Mr. Darcy's form, and the strength of his arm, comforted her greatly as she moved through the crowd. Prior to this visit to London, she had never felt at ease in the company of so many.

    Darcy glanced toward her, and taking in the graceful line of her neck as she turned her face in the directions of the conversations that surrounded her, he smiled contently. On arriving near the refreshments, he noticed the multitude crowding and bustling about. Frowning unhappily, he thought that perhaps Elizabeth would do better to remain at a distance, for he feared an inattentive individual would undoubtedly cause her to stumble.

    "It seems many had a similar idea to my own," he declared ruefully.

    "So it would seem," Elizabeth said lightly, smiling in good humor as she listened to the clamor of voices before them.

    Walking toward a settee not far from them, Darcy saw Elizabeth seated and professed, "I will be but a moment."

    Elizabeth nodded, and blushing prettily at his gallantry, listened as he strode away. Breathing deeply, Elizabeth willed her rising color to calm.

    ‘Really, Lizzy,' she thought ashamedly. ‘You are a perfect fool in his presence.'

    Smiling and shaking her head slightly, Elizabeth smoothed her skirts. She listened to the happy declarations of women as they spoke excitedly about other entertainments they anticipated for the evening, and the light whispers of gossips discussing the attire of those they did not know. Elizabeth blushed slightly, feeling certain that her own gown, though its simple cut and cream fabric complimented her frame well, was far from the extravagant and vivid silks and satins she imagined the other women in the room wore. She fidgeted with her gloves, struggling to rid herself of such thoughts, when she heard the voice of Miss Bingley not far from her.

    "I cannot agree with you more, Mrs. Thornton," Miss Bingley declared firmly. "Miss Darcy requires the guidance of woman if she is to do well for herself."

    Elizabeth startled as Mrs. Thornton answered flatly, "From what I have observed this evening, Mr. Darcy has made his choice."

    Miss Bingley laughed lightly and exclaimed, "Surely you do not mean Miss Eliza Bennet."

    "That is how it appears," her companion declared quietly. "And if he does mean to make such a match, it is absolute folly."

    "I imagine it is nothing but a passing flirtation," Miss Bingley insisted, her mouth setting in a firm line at the thought.

    Mrs. Thornton looked to where Miss Darcy spoke happily with the Gardiners and Hursts and said, "Yet he has seen that his sister is introduced to Miss Eliza's relations."

    Snapping her fan closed in annoyance, Miss Bingley listened as Mrs. Thornton continued, "Such an alliance would ruin him; he cannot expect that any house in London would willingly welcome her."

    "I fear for Miss Darcy's future," Miss Thornton declared as she approached her mother with refreshments. "I am certain Miss Eliza has her merits, but I highly doubt she can provide Miss Darcy with a proper example. However could she prepare Miss Darcy for her coming out into society, when she herself is not a part of it?"

    Miss Bingley nodded gravely and said sadly, "You are perfectly right; what man would welcome having Miss Eliza as a sister."

    "Mr. Darcy's family would surely wonder if he is a proper guardian for his sister in these delicate years," Mrs. Thornton asserted.

    Before her companions could continue, a footman announced the continuance of the performance. Elizabeth listened as the three women gathered their skirts and swept elegantly away into the crowd that made its way to the hall. She remained still, reflecting on their words, and shivering slightly, she closed her eyes.

    ‘You cannot deny the truth of what they say,' Elizabeth's mind whispered.

    Shaking her head, she wrung her hands unhappily. She felt the heavy weight of worry descend on her as she thought on the vehement disapproval she would undoubtedly face from Mr. Darcy's family. Though Miss Darcy had accepted her happily into her circle, Elizabeth felt certain such kindness would not readily follow from the rest. Drawing a shaky breath, and feeling her throat tighten painfully, Elizabeth pressed a hand to her cheek. She felt the heat of it through her gloves and opened her eyes only to hear Mr. Darcy return to her side.

    "Forgive me my absence, Miss Bennet," he declared sincerely. "But I have returned with refreshment and it seems not a moment too soon."

    His stature allowed him to easily look over those in front of him, to see Mr. Bingley bow respectfully to Miss Bennet before moving away with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst. Smiling slightly and hoping that this first meeting was successful, Darcy returned his attention to Elizabeth. He started, noting her heightened color and saddened eyes. Putting aside the punch he had brought her, he quickly sat beside her.

    "Are you unwell?" he asked quietly. "Would you like me to fetch your sister?"

    Biting her lip to quell the tears she felt rising to her eyes, Elizabeth shook her head and declared, "No, no; I am quite well. Shall we return to the others?"

    Darcy wished desperately to know what had unsettled her, but realizing he could not inquire as to the cause of her distress in so public a setting, he softly acquiesced. Before rising, he grasped her hand lightly and declared, "If you feel unequal to remaining at any time, do not hesitate... "

    Elizabeth pressed his hand and declared, "I would not wish to miss the next movement, Mr. Darcy."

    Smiling reluctantly, he stood to his full height and guided her from her seat. As he secured her hand on his arm, he said, "Very well, Miss Elizabeth."

    With that, the pair carefully weaved their way toward their party, each thinking on what had occurred. Elizabeth listened distractedly as Mr. Darcy greeted the others and offered his other arm to his sister. Sighing heavily, she imagined the picture they must present, and admitted unhappily that many in the room undoubtedly agreed with Mrs. Thornton that she was unworthy of his notice.

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