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Chapter 39: A Promising Beginning

Posted on 2009-01-19

The following evening, Elizabeth sat on the chair before the vanity in Jane's room, idly playing with the lace on her sleeve. She heaved a heavy sigh of impatience and blew at a curl of her hair that had fallen across her forehead. She frowned when the tendril fell back, but as she reached to brush it aside, she felt Jane catch her hand.

"Do not even consider touching your hair, Lizzy," Jane said, her voice filled with warning. "I would have been done ten minutes ago if it was not for your fidgeting."

Pulling her hand from Jane's grasp, Elizabeth crossed her arms indignantly and declared, "I am sick of all this worry over my appearance; I used to not care at all!"

"And I am certain Mr. Darcy does not either, but you cannot look wild tonight," Jane said lightly, returning her attention to the final coil she was securing at the back of Elizabeth's head. "You did say Mr. Darcy values his cousin's opinion. Do you not wish to make a proper impression?"

Outstretching her arm, Elizabeth's fingers reached for the small blue combs she knew Jane placed on the vanity for her, and finding the delicate ornaments, she smiled in triumph and confessed, "I do; you are perfectly right. I do not wish to frighten anyone."

She held up the combs, her smile broadening as Jane took them from her. Jane shook her head, feeling that Elizabeth was incorrigible, and turning her gaze to watch her sister's reflection. A light blush had covered Elizabeth's cheeks ever since her meeting with Mr. Darcy, and Jane felt certain that more had occurred than Mr. Darcy merely convincing young Edward to 'release' Elizabeth. Smirking slightly, Jane determined to ask her before retiring that evening, and felt it would not do to unsettle her now. Turning her eyes back to the mound of carefully placed curls, Jane slid the combs in, and smiling in satisfaction, stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Noting Jane's movements, Elizabeth smiled broadly and bounded up from her seat in relief. At Jane's gentle clearing of her throat, Elizabeth blushed and quietly apologized for her exuberance. Raising her chin elegantly, she pressed her right hand carefully to her dark tendrils and ran her fingertips gently along the coils. She smiled, feeling every twist and turn Jane had made before resting her touch on one of the combs.

"It is beautiful, Jane," she said sincerely. "Thank you."

Jane took Elizabeth's hands in her own, and stepping away from her, appraised her appearance and declared firmly, "You are lovely, Lizzy."

Elizabeth waved away the compliment quickly and began moving toward the door, but stayed her progress when she felt Jane grasp her hands more firmly, forcing her to turn back to her.

"Come, Jane; we shall be late if we do not hurry," Elizabeth insisted, frowning slightly and attempting in vain to pull Jane forward.

"I will not remove from this spot until I have your word that you will stop in this persistence," Jane declared firmly, her fair eyes leveled on Elizabeth and her voice laced with her determination.

Elizabeth's brow furrowed slightly at hearing her speak so, and she inquired, "What am I persisting in?"

"The belief that these are idle compliments!" Jane exclaimed in frustration. "You must recognize yourself for what you are."

Smiling archly at her sister's insistent tone, and reflecting that she rarely experienced such vehemence from her sister, Elizabeth shook her head and declared, "I am no beauty; I am only Lizzy."

Jane studied her sister for a moment, feeling that Elizabeth, who had spent her previous years noticed as no more than daughter, sister, and friend, was not accustomed to such praises. "You are quite beautiful," Jane began, releasing Elizabeth's hands and circling her slowly. "Your color has returned, your eyes are bright... "

"My hair is wild and my conversation biting," Elizabeth added flatly, blushing despite herself, and feeling wholly uncomfortable under such scrutiny.

Ignoring her sister, Jane continued, "Your energy is almost fully restored and, yes, your wit is as sharp as ever."

Grinning in satisfaction, Elizabeth answered, "At least Mr. Byatt believes so."

"Papa was quite pleased with his report," Jane declared, moving back toward her vanity and fetching a simple glass bead necklace. "Mr. Byatt says he is confident you are on the mend. Thank goodness for him; he was such a comfort when you were... "

Jane paused, biting her lip to halt the lump she felt rising in her throat. She returned her attention to her necklace and fumbled with the clasp before sighing in frustration. Elizabeth detected her sister's shift in mood, and moving toward her, reached out until her fingers encountered Jane's. Slowly, she moved them until she felt the delicate chain of beads, and smiling comfortingly, she took it from Jane. Moving behind her, Elizabeth worked the clasp, feeling for its closure with her thumbs, and finding it, laid the necklace against Jane's throat and secured it.

Smiling triumphantly, she said, "Now you are surely far prettier than I."

Jane smiled slightly, and putting her arm through Elizabeth's, moved out into the hallway. She looked thoughtfully toward her sister, studying the happy line of her mouth and the brilliance of her green eyes. Reaching the landing of the staircase, Jane slowed their progress and declared, "I am very thankful for Mr. Darcy. I do not know what would have happened to you had he not been there."

Elizabeth frowned slightly, feeling that he must have suffered a great shock when she collapsed before him. Neither he nor anyone else had mentioned what took place after that, and despite her efforts, she could remember nothing but his voice calling to her and his touch on her cheek.

"Can you tell me what did happen?" Elizabeth asked quietly, her mind turning to his quiet weeping as he knelt before her on the day she woke.

Pressing Elizabeth's hand tightly, Jane quickly enlightened her sister as to how she and their aunt found Mr. Darcy with her, and the composure with which he attempted to warm her. "But there was such a look in his eyes, Lizzy," Jane finished softly.

Her brow furrowing, Elizabeth inquired, "What do you mean?"

"It is difficult to explain; he is so striking in figure and his manner so quiet, but his eyes were filled with such panic and sadness," Jane explained, feeling quite sorry Mr. Darcy had to endure such a moment. "It was as if something had been ripped away from him. He remained all that day until quite late in the evening."

As they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Elizabeth managed to thank her sister quietly, but fell silent, though her family bustled around her, preparing themselves for their departure. Only when her father called for her attention and helped her into her traveling coat did Elizabeth speak.

"Thank you, Papa," she said, forcing a smile to her face.

"You look well, my dear," he declared, kissing her cheek lightly and offering his arm to her.

Elizabeth took it gratefully, feeling that she was in no humor to pay mind to her steps. Her father followed the Gardiners and Jane out into the chilled evening, and Elizabeth immediately returned her thoughts to her beloved. She could not imagine how she would endure it if he had been the one who had fallen ill, and as she settled herself into the carriage, she silently prayed that she would never put him through such terror again.

Colonel Fitzwilliam straightened the knot at his throat, feeling quite comfortable in his evening attire. Knowing he looked far more imposing in his uniform, he felt it would not do to meet this Miss Elizabeth Bennet in so austere a fashion. Straightening his waistcoat, he paused in front of the tall gilt mirror before him and laughed lightly.

'I suppose I must remind myself that my cousin's intended cares nothing for such things,' he thought lightly, berating himself for his forgetfulness, and hoping he would not embarrass Darcy.

Glancing once more at his appearance, he turned on his heel and moved out into the hallway. He strode swiftly toward the stairs, but paused when he heard his father call his name. Fitzwilliam's deportment immediately hardened, his shoulders straining rigidly and his mouth setting in a firm line. Breathing deeply, he looked over his shoulder just as the earl arrived at his side.

"And where are you going?" he asked curtly. "Yet another evening at your club? I find it amazing that you can abandon your family in such a cavalier manner."

Sighing deeply, Fitzwilliam asserted, "I am not abandoning my family; I am dining with Darcy and Georgiana tonight."

"Again?" the earl asked incredulously. "Why, you have been at their home each night this week; if you are attempting to make known that you are supporting Darcy in this foolish marriage scheme of his, then I have grasped your point. You need not continue in this way; come to the dining room so we can begin. I am quite hungry."

Moving past his son, the earl strode purposefully down the wide stairs. Fitzwilliam immediately set after him, declaring, "I have a prior engagement with my cousins and I will not break it."

"Your dedication to Darcy is duly noted, but it will not soften my opinion of the girl," the earl bit out. "Nor will it encourage me to welcome Darcy back into this house."

Shaking his head sadly at his father's prejudice, Fitzwilliam said, "That is not my intention at all, but I do wish you would speak with Darcy in a rational manner."

Pausing in the cold marble foyer, the earl looked toward his son, his brow furrowing in annoyance as he declared, "You sound like your mother."

Before Fitzwilliam could respond, Lady Matlock appeared in the doorframe of the drawing room and declared, "And why should that disturb you, dear husband?"

Both gentlemen looked toward her as she swept into the hallway gracefully, her deep purple skirts trailing behind her. Once at her son's side, she patted his cheek gently and declared, "I am rather happy he sounds more like me in this case, rather than braying loudly and brooding as you have been these last days."

"I will not be spoken to as if I am a fool!" the earl exclaimed, crossing his arms indignantly. "I am apparently the only rational one in this family, though I am certain that if Robert were here he would agree."

Rolling his eyes heavenward and thinking on his brother, who was currently abroad, Fitzwilliam said dryly, "Yes, Robert would not disappoint you in his opinions."

"Your brother recognizes the importance of honor and family," his father answered darkly.

Stepping toward the earl and leveling his gaze on him, Fitzwilliam declared firmly, "I recognize the importance of family and honoring one's word; Robert, like you, recognizes only station and reputation."

"Those things are synonymous," the earl said dismissively, turning and walking toward the dining room. "You would do well to realize that, Richard."

Narrowing her light eyes, Lady Matlock moved after her husband and declared, "I am quite happy our youngest does not see them as such."

Pausing his progress, but refusing to turn his attention back to them, the earl said simply, "I am hungry and quite tired of this discussion."

"Then you shall dine alone this evening, husband," Lady Matlock professed, raising her chin and daring him to contradict her. "After so many years together, you should know I will not be so easily dismissed."

Looking toward her son, her gaze softening significantly, she inquired, "Do you think your cousins would welcome me at their table?"

Smiling broadly, and reaching for her hand, he kissed it fondly and said, "They will indeed."

Nodding, she called for the footman to have her black cloak brought to her. She noticed happily that her husband watched them incredulously, his eyes wide with wonder and his mouth agape. Arching her brow in challenge, she waited for him to speak.

Closing his mouth and squaring his shoulders, he declared, "It is truly shocking that my family can act so, a family who is from some of the noblest bloodlines in England's history. You treat our position and the opinions of our acquaintances so lightly when you know so much depends upon them."

As the footman laid her cloak over her shoulders, Lady Matlock secured its closure and raised the fine, fur-trimmed hood over her elegant curls while saying, "In all my years in society, and I freely admit it has been many, I have discovered very few people whose estimations I care for."

She took her son's proffered arm and turned toward the large door, but paused when her husband declared, "Catherine will be most displeased by all of this."

Glancing over her shoulder, Lady Matlock said seriously, "Perhaps it would be better to consider what your sister, Anne, would have thought was best for her son."

The earl looked stricken, his brown eyes turning toward the floorboards thoughtfully. Fitzwilliam studied him for a moment, before smiling and declaring loudly to his mother, "And you will be pleased to know that Miss Elizabeth is to dine with us this evening; Darcy wished for me to make her acquaintance."

The pair moved out into the twilight and descended the stairs toward the waiting carriage. Lord Matlock watched until a footman closed the heavy, carved door against the winter chill. He remained in the empty foyer for some minutes, contemplating his wife's words and his son's vehement refusal to listen to reason. Turning toward the dining room, he moved slowly down the hallway, and though he wished desperately it would not, his mind recalled his youngest sister. He pressed a hand to his forehead as his thoughts filled with her; he heard her light laughter, saw her dark eyes sparkling with mirth, and heard her intelligent voice. Sighing heavily, he raised his gaze to the enormous table in front of him where at the far end of the room, three settings had been prepared. He shook his head and walked toward his seat at the head of the table. Lowering himself into it, he leaned his head against its ornately carved back and closed his eyes.

Though his wife had often observed over the years that Darcy's manner and countenance was almost a perfect copy of Lady Anne's, the earl did not like to acknowledge it, for the memories it brought were too painful. Now, sitting alone in such a vast and empty room, he admitted that his nephew's staunch defense of his feelings and intentions reminded him very much of his dear sister. He laughed lightly, recalling how often in their youth they had argued and she emerged the victor, for she championed her ideas far more eloquently and strongly than he ever could. Opening his eyes, he reflected that he saw the same determination in her son, and felt that regardless of the objections to Miss Bennet, Darcy would remain devoted to her.

When the dinner trays were brought, he straightened in his seat. Looking to the vacant seats on his right and left, he sighed heavily. Reaching for his wine, he sipped it slowly and ruminated on how he might heal his family. His mind whispered that he should abandon the meal before him and his pride and call immediately for his horse. Over the next hour, he would consider such a plan several times, but he would shake his head and return his attention to his meal, all the time wondering what the atmosphere and conversation at Darcy's home was like.

Darcy walked slowly around the large table, his dark eyes falling on each place setting and the beautiful hot house blooms in the center. He breathed deeply, trying desperately to calm the nervousness he felt welling in him. Moving toward the window, he pushed the heavy, deep red drape aside and gazed out at the evening. He watched two lamp lighters raise their torches to the few iron lamps just outside and set them ablaze. Squinting slightly at the brilliant glow, Darcy turned his gaze down the road, searching for his cousin's striking form on his horse or the Gardiners' carriage. Seeing neither, he sighed impatiently and allowed the drape to fall closed. He pushed himself away from the window and strode swiftly into the foyer, straightening his slate grey waistcoat and watch chain as he went. Pausing in the center, he glanced upward, his eyes following the curving line of the banister until they encountered Georgiana's form.

"You will wear a hole in the floor if you continue like that," she said lightly, her fair brow lifting in amusement.

Blushing heavily, Darcy clasped his hands at his back and waited as she descended. She looked quite well in her cream colored gown, and Darcy smiled in approval. When she arrived before him, he extended his hand to her.

"Good evening, dear sister," he declared with more ease than he felt.

Noting the slight hitch in his voice, Georgiana shook her head and said, "I cannot understand why you are so nervous. It is Miss Elizabeth who must meet someone new, and it was I who had to work with the cooks to make a menu for five guests."

"Six," Darcy corrected softly, thinking of his cousin and tucking Georgiana's arm at his side.

Smirking, Georgiana asserted, "Since our cousin has so often been with us this last week and a half, I have entirely discounted him as a guest."

Laughing lightly, Darcy felt his anxiety lessen somewhat and he confessed, "I just want him to like her."

"He will," Georgiana declared, thinking on her cousin's customary good humor. "I believe he will be enchanted with her."

Smiling his thanks to her, Darcy walked with her to the drawing room so they might await their guests. Seeing her to the settee, he then stationed himself at the window, where his gaze remained riveted on the view outside. Georgiana watched him in amusement before taking up a small volume and beginning to read aloud. Crossing his arms, Darcy leaned heavily against the window frame. He only vaguely heard Georgiana's words, and if questioned, would never have been able to tell the subject of her reading. His mind continued to turn to Elizabeth, and he smiled, recalling their time together the previous day. After Mr. Byatt's departure, Elizabeth returned immediately to the drawing room where Darcy had waited anxiously with the Gardiners and Miss Bennet, for Mr. Bennet had gone to speak with the physician. When she entered, heedless of the rest of the company, Darcy rose immediately from his seat and strode toward her.

He took her hand gently in his own and inquired, "What was Mr. Byatt's report?"

He was delighted when Elizabeth smiled slowly and revealed that Mr. Byatt had been pleased with her progress, and had granted his blessing to her outing the following evening. "He says I shall be fine if I continue to dress warmly and be mindful of drafts," she said happily.

Soon after Darcy confessed that he and Georgiana must depart, and after saying their farewells, Elizabeth and Miss Bennet saw them to the door. While Georgiana thanked Miss Bennet for her hospitality and professed how happy she was to spend time in her company, Darcy turned his attention to Elizabeth. She smiled expectantly and put out her hand, palm up, inviting him to take it. Darcy could do naught but comply, and glancing quickly toward his sister and Miss Bennet, he clasped Elizabeth hand and pressed it to his chest.

"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening," he said softly, pressing light kisses to her knuckles and wrist. "I hope you shall like Fitzwilliam; he is among the best of men."

Smiling easily, Elizabeth declared, "I am certain I shall."

Darcy had marveled at her confidence, for she seemed entirely at ease at the prospect. Now, he smiled slightly and scolded himself for his own apprehension. Raising his eyes, he noticed a carriage halt before the house, and smiling broadly, he recognized Mr. Gardiner stepping down from it. Turning toward his sister, he prepared to inform her of their arrival, but stopped when she raised her hand.

"I know you will tell me that they have arrived," she said, closing her book and laying it aside. "But I will not have you hovering about our guests in the hall as they remove their cloaks and hats! You shall wait right here and act like the composed gentleman I know you to be."

She looked at him pointedly, and rising from her seat, crossed the room to the small mirror above the sideboard. Seeing that her hair was in order, she returned her gaze to him. Darcy blushed noticeably at being so scolded by her, and sighing heavily, he moved to the large, leather arm chair before the fire and fell onto it. Georgiana nodded in approval, and quietly thanked him for his subdued manner. Hearing footsteps approach, she turned expectantly toward the door, preparing to greet her guests. Within a moment, Darcy appeared at her side, and laughing lightly at his eagerness, she pressed his arm fondly and waited. A footman invited their guests into the room and Georgiana smiled pleasantly, stepping forward to greet them properly.

Curtseying gracefully, Georgiana declared, "We are so happy to have you here again, Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, Miss Bennet, and Miss Elizabeth. Welcome to our home, Mr. Bennet."

Mr. Bennet tore his gaze from the grand room and artwork surrounding him, and bowing slightly, he said, "Thank you, Miss Darcy."

Darcy watched him carefully, feeling that Elizabeth's father had suddenly remembered the position Elizabeth would be rising to, and had recognized his consequence in the world. Darcy bit his lip nervously, hoping Mr. Bennet would not revert to an opinion of him that so many others had; that he was of such a station that frank discussion and honest opinions displeased him. Sighing slightly, Darcy bowed low and greeted the company properly. He watched as Mr. Bennet's gaze returned to his study of the room, and just as Darcy determined his future father would be unable to view him as he did any other man, he was happily surprised.

"Do you have a library, Mr. Darcy?" Mr. Bennet asked easily, his eyes alight with excitement. "I would be very interested to study your selection."

Smiling in relief, Darcy immediately made known that he did, and glancing at the rest of the company, inquired if they would all like to see it. He was heartily pleased when Elizabeth agreed to the scheme, and on hearing her voice, Darcy turned his eyes to her fully for the first time. His breath caught and he allowed his gaze to travel down her form, taking in the light blush of her cheeks and the beautiful line of her throat. He inhaled deeply, his mind lost in his admiration of her. He felt Georgiana release his arm and step away from him, and only when she led the rest of the company away, telling them of his latest acquisitions of poetry, did he shake himself from his reverie.

Elizabeth smiled expectantly, listening closely for his movement, and hearing only his steady breathing, her brow arched in curiosity. "Are you well, Mr. Darcy?" she inquired softly.

Coloring at his inattention, he declared, "I am, Miss Elizabeth. Forgive me, but being in your presence has left me quite distracted."

"My apologies, sir," she said, her earlier apprehensions melting away with his compliment.

Turning in a small circle, she asked seriously, "Do you think your cousin will approve? Do I look at least like a presentable choice of bride for you?"

Smiling, he approached her, and taking her hands in his own, he pressed them firmly and stroked their backs with his thumbs. He studied their joined hands, feeling their warmth and reflecting that though he had seen her the previous day, he missed her acutely. Raising them, he watched her intently as he lowered his lips to them, kissing her fingers slowly. He was quite pleased when he heard her inhale sharply, and watched as a delightful blush spread across her cheeks.

Straightening, he smiled in satisfaction and declared, "You look absolutely beautiful."

Putting his hand to her cheek, he stroked it lightly with his fingertips and added reverently, "My Elizabeth."

Elizabeth felt herself suddenly dizzy, his soft words echoing in her mind and her heart swelling with the knowledge that indeed she was his. Only when she felt his hands at her elbows, did she realize that her step must have wavered and she turned her face to him apologetically.

"Now I must ask if you are well, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy attempted to say lightly though his voice quaked slightly with worry.

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth forced her breathing to steady, and feeling she had yet to regain her equanimity, she laid her hands on his steady upper arms. "You overwhelm me," she confessed softly, opening her eyes. "I have never sensed another's presence, heard another's breathing, or felt another's touch as profoundly as I do yours. Indeed... you overwhelm me entirely, Fitzwilliam."

Smiling, he put his hand once more to her cheek, settling it against her jaw and allowing his thumb to lightly move over her lower lip. "And you overwhelm me, my love," he said earnestly. "I believe our encounter yesterday proved that. Would you not agree?"

Elizabeth blushed, recalling her impropriety the previous afternoon. Turning her face to the floorboards, she declared, "I agree."

"Come; we should rejoin the others before we are missed," he said, moving her hand to his elbow and covering it with his own. "Georgiana's ability to distract and bewitch can only last so long."

"She is a very observant young woman," Elizabeth answered lightly, thankful that they had begun walking, for the movement drew her mind slightly away from his closeness.

Nodding, Darcy declared, "And she is most eager to see me happy; a dangerous combination, for should we three be alone again, I think she will prove an unsuitable chaperone."

"We are not suitably chaperoned now," she said distractedly, unaware of the implications of such a statement.

The effect of her words on Darcy was immediate, and he halted their progress, his mind suddenly very much aware of Elizabeth's touch on his arm and the warmth radiating from her form. Looking toward her, he allowed his gaze to travel over her profile, memorizing it in the golden glow of the candles that lit the hallway. Breathing deeply, he attempted in vain to quell his racing heart and to quiet the memory of her lips against his.

Closing his eyes, he pressed her hand and declared huskily, "I am very much aware of that, Elizabeth."

She shivered slightly at his tone, and smiling, recognized happily that her presence affected him greatly. Suddenly recalling Jane's earlier revelation of his actions the hours following her falling ill, Elizabeth's eyes turned slightly remorseful. Reaching forward, she moved her hand until she felt his jaw beneath her fingertips and she heard him inhale slightly.

Darcy's eyes flew open at her touch and he watched her countenance with growing amazement and ardor. She moved her hand up along his cheek and declared, "You are the very best of men."

Leaning forward slightly, she kissed his jaw gently. Pulling back, she turned her face toward his and listened to his ragged breathing. She felt his hold on her other arm tighten slightly, and fearing she had shocked him with her behavior, she attempted to step away. He noticed her movement immediately, and before she could react, he gathered her in his arms and held her surely, his face buried against her neck. She felt his right arm snake around her waist while his left hand gently stroked the back of her neck. Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes and returned his embrace, pressing his shoulders firmly.

Darcy felt her pulse beneath his cheek, and turning his face slightly, he kissed that place on her neck. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you most fervently, and I cannot express how profoundly you affect me. I shall be the happiest of men."

"We shall both be happy," Elizabeth declared, smiling at his admission.

Recognizing that her family could come in search of her at any moment and feeling that he did not wish to have Fitzwilliam discover them in such a situation, Darcy placed another gentle kiss on her neck before straightening and stepping back slightly. Clearing his throat, he smiled rakishly and said, "This is why we require a proper chaperone."

Elizabeth laughed lightly, moving her hand to his elbow and pressing it fondly. "I believe you are right," she admitted.

Inhaling deeply, Darcy willed his heart to quiet, but as he prepared to continue down the hallway with her, he heard the bell ring and a footman hurry into the foyer. Feeling certain Fitzwilliam had arrived, Darcy quickly asked, "Do you have any objection to meeting my cousin first? I would rather he be introduced to you before the others."

"If that is your wish, I have no objection," Elizabeth declared, smiling nervously and moving to smooth her skirts.

Feeling herself suddenly very nervous, she moved to press a hand to her hair in order to ensure no pieces had escaped, but paused when she felt his fingers encircle her wrist and slowly lower her arm. Her brow rose questioningly and she listened as he explained, "You look lovely just as you are."

Trailing a finger softly down her cheek, he added, "My own Elizabeth."

With that, he secured her hand at his elbow and led her back to the foyer, but when the door swung wide to reveal the form of Bingley, he stopped in surprise. He watched as the footman helped Bingley from his heavy greatcoat and accepted his gloves and hat. Unaware of their presence, Bingley straightened his jacket and secured his cuff buttons before raising his light eyes to them. He started slightly, clearly surprised by Elizabeth's presence, but his astonishment soon melted away only to be replaced with his broad, friendly smile.

Elizabeth listened as the new arrival bounded toward her, and in that moment, she recognized his lively step and declared, "Good evening, Mr. Bingley."

"Good evening, Miss Elizabeth!" he said happily. "I am so happy to see you well; I was determined to call on you, and did the following day, but when I discovered that you were still abed, I thought it best I not disturb your family."

Smiling at his easy manner, Elizabeth assured him, "You are always welcome to visit us."

Darcy extended his hand to his friend and asked, "Will you dine with us now you are here?"

Grasping his hand, Bingley's merry countenance immediately faded and his mouth set firmly. Drawing a deep breath, he declared, "I wish you would reserve your invitation until after we have spoken, Darcy, for when you know what has happened, you may not be as apt to wish to be in my company."

"What ever are you talking about?" Darcy inquired, a deep furrow appearing between his brows.

Elizabeth heard the apprehension and sadness in Mr. Bingley's tone, and feeling this was a conversation that she should not be privy to, she turned toward Darcy and said, "I shall leave you to your discussion. Will you deliver me to the library and my family first?"

Darcy studied his friend for a moment, feeling that whatever Bingley had to impart must be serious indeed, for the man shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, and the customary merriness in his eyes was replaced with dread and remorse. Realizing he could not have Elizabeth exposed to such unpleasantness so soon after her illness, Darcy stepped closer to her and guided her hand to his arm. Looking toward Bingley, he inclined his head toward the drawing room, silently instructing him to wait for him there before turning to depart with Elizabeth.

"Unfortunately, what I have to say concerns Miss Elizabeth," Bingley began, calling them back. "If she is willing, I believe she should hear it as well."

Elizabeth felt Mr. Darcy's fingers tighten slightly on her arm, and he tucked it more securely at his side. Laying her hand over his in an attempt to ease his worry, she said, "I will remain with you then."

Darcy released the breath he had been holding and declared seriously, "Only if you feel equal to it."

"I do," she answered, pressing his fingers.

Tearing his gaze from her, Darcy raised his other hand and invited Bingley into the drawing room, which glowed brilliantly. He escorted Elizabeth to the chair nearest the fire, and she thanked him quietly before lowering herself onto it, and fixing her skirts about her feet. Darcy sat reluctantly on the settee and watched anxiously as his friend paced before them.

Bingley paused, biting his lip thoughtfully and gazing into the blazing fire. Breathing deeply, and looking toward his friend, he confessed, "I am afraid my sister, Caroline, has done something deplorable."

Darcy immediately straightened on hearing Miss Bingley's name, his gaze hardening as he asked, "What has happened?"

"She has written to your aunt, Lady Catherine, about your renewed acquaintance with Miss Elizabeth," Bingley said uneasily, turning his sad eyes to Elizabeth. "Louisa told me that Caroline's words about Miss Elizabeth's character and intentions were quite harsh and aimed to wound her in Lady Catherine's estimation."

Rising from his seat, Darcy immediately stormed toward the window, and his hands curled dangerously. He could only imagine what Lady Catherine would say and do on receiving such a letter. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the window frame and closed his eyes tightly.

Bingley watched his movements, feeling his chest tense with regret, and damning himself for not checking his sister's behavior more severely when he discovered her betrayal in Hertfordshire. Shaking his head sadly, Bingley added, "I know it cannot mend the offense against you, Miss Elizabeth, but please allow me to apologize for my sister's behavior. I shall do all I can to make it up to you."

Elizabeth replayed what he had related over again in her mind, envisioning what she imagined the imposing Lady Catherine to look like and hearing her voice speak harshly to her. Closing her eyes, she banished the images.

Turning in the direction of Mr. Bingley's voice, she said comfortingly, "You have nothing to apologize for, sir. Please, do not feel you have to make amends for the actions of another."

Darcy listened to Elizabeth's words, his racing mind calming with the ease and sincerity of her voice. Turning slowly, he regarded her and watched Bingley take her hand and press it fondly.

"You are very good to speak so," Bingley asserted. "But I wish to bear the responsibility of it; I have indulged my sister's behavior and her selfishness has gone for too long without hindrance."

Releasing her hand, Bingley raised his tired eyes to Darcy's alert ones and added, "I apologize to you, as well, my friend; I know this will create some discomfort for you."

Darcy nodded mutely, feeling himself still unequal to the task of speaking. Shaking his head, he turned back toward the window. Drawing a deep breath, he passed a hand through his hair in frustration and declared, "I wished to travel to Kent to speak with her; I knew how she would react if I wrote of our engagement to her."

Looking between Elizabeth and Darcy, Bingley asked, "Engagement?"

Realizing his friend had not been apprised of his happy news, Darcy's mouth twitched with a ghost of a smile, and turning, he declared, "Indeed, we are engaged."

"Congratulations!" he cried excitedly before reclaiming Elizabeth's hand and kissing it gallantly. "Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy... a very fine name."

Elizabeth smiled at his returned easiness, and blushing becomingly, she thanked him for his well wishes. She listened to him walk tentatively toward his friend and imagined he held out his hand to him.

"I wish you every happiness," Bingley said evenly. "Though I am afraid this makes Caroline's actions all the more grievous. I shall see that she treats your intended with the respect that is her due; an apology will be forthcoming."

Accepting his friend's hand, Darcy clasped it firmly and patted him lightly on the shoulder. He realized the truth in Elizabeth's words; the affront was not Bingley's to apologize for, and Darcy's anger slowly dissipated.

"I hope you will join us for dinner," he said, releasing Bingley's hand and crossing the room to Elizabeth's side.

Bingley smiled gratefully and accepted, watching as Darcy took Elizabeth's hand gently when she stood. The three moved silently out into the hallway and toward the library, each thinking on the consequences of Miss Bingley's actions and feeling the repercussions were sure to come swiftly. Darcy unconsciously tightened his hold on Elizabeth's arm and settled his hand over hers. He stroked the back of it slowly with his thumb, wanting desperately for her to know that regardless of his aunt's reaction or opinion, his affection would not waver. Turning his dark eyes to her, he noticed that she smiled slightly, her countenance serene and undisturbed. He breathed deeply, feeling that she understood him, and when they arrived in the doorframe of the library, he felt at peace.

Mr. Bennet immediately turned toward them and declared flatly, "I really must protest to such tardy arrivals."

Looking past the blushing pair, his eyes widened on seeing Mr. Bingley smiling in amusement. "Why, Mr. Bingley," he said in surprise, walking forward to greet him.

Elizabeth heard Jane inhale sharply at this, and she wished desperately she might comfort her without bringing attention to her distress. She listened as the rest of the company greeted Mr. Bingley, and taking advantage of their distraction, she leaned nearer to Mr. Darcy and whispered, "How does Jane fare?"

Darcy immediately turned his gaze to his future sister, and studying her intently, found that despite her noticeable blush, she seemed pleased with his friend's appearance. He watched Bingley step nervously toward her to inquire after her health and how she was enjoying London.

Lowering his face to Elizabeth's ear, he said softly, "I am happy to say she looks quite content."

He was much gratified when Elizabeth smiled brilliantly, and wishing to hear her opinion on the library before dinner, he moved farther into the room. As the others conversed happily with Bingley, he led Elizabeth along the wall and quietly described the mahogany shelves that stretched to the ceiling and the subjects they contained. She raised her right hand and ran her fingers over the cloth and leather bindings, feeling the volumes as they walked.

"And your library at Pemberley exceeds this?" she asked incredulously.

Smiling proudly, Darcy declared, "It does indeed; my father saw to it. He quite neglected this one, keeping only copies of his favorite volumes here. My mother often commented that it was sadly barren, and attempted often to have him take out the shelves if he did not intend to use them."

"I am happy he did not," Elizabeth said seriously, pressing her hand fondly against a thick volume.

Darcy smiled and asserted, "As am I. Over the past few years, I have begun adding to the collection, and am quite pleased with the progress I have made."

"So would you say that before your additions it was as sparse as Mr. Bingley's library?" Elizabeth inquired lightly, recalling the gentlemen's banter during her stay at Netherfield.

Darcy grinned in amusement and admitted, "Unfortunately, yes; thank goodness I am as bookish as Bingley says I am."

Elizabeth pressed his arm fondly, and hearing her father's steps approaching, she stepped slightly away from him and returned her attention to the shelves. She listened as her father declared, "Your selection is quite impressive, Mr. Darcy. I am afraid I could lose myself in here for days at a time."

Looking toward the older gentleman and smiling, Darcy answered, "You are welcome to any of them, sir."

Mr. Bennet's eyes lit happily and pressing his hand to his chin, he moved methodically down the row of shelves, his eyes studying the embossed titles as he went. Having no doubt what her father was doing, Elizabeth said gently, "You might as well have given him a kingdom, Fitzwilliam; you will likely see him every day until we leave London."

"I do not object to that at all," Darcy declared easily, turning his gaze on her. "Provided he brings his lovely daughter with him."

Elizabeth smiled wickedly and said, "I am afraid he has many, sir. Which one do you find the loveliest?"

Delighted with her teasing, Darcy's eyes darkened slightly and he professed softly, "I believe you know the answer to that, Elizabeth."

Blushing at the caressing tone with which he said her name, Elizabeth merely nodded. She was thankful when Miss Darcy, who conducted herself with the quiet grace and goodness of a proper hostess, suggested they all remove to the drawing room so that they could await her cousin. She felt her beloved secure her arm more tightly at his side before moving toward his sister, and together, the three of them led the group out into the hallway. Elizabeth felt the significance of such an action; these two would be her new family, and her place was with them, her home was with them. She smiled at the idea, recalling that over the last years, she had thought there could be no other place for her than Longbourn and no others who would accept her so willingly than her family. Sighing happily, she raised her chin and felt this was a promising beginning.

Meanwhile Lady Matlock sat back against the soft cushions of the coach, breathing deeply and attempting to calm her mind. She looked toward her son, and he smiled encouragingly at her before reaching for her hand.

Fitzwilliam pressed it and declared, "You must calm yourself, mother. It would not do to faint on Darcy's threshold."

"I wish I could feel as easy as you do," she said, leaning her chin upon her other hand and watching the light snow that began to fall outside. "You seem quite determined you are going to approve of this Miss Bennet."

"Of course I shall approve of her," he answered evenly.

Raising her brow in wonder, Lady Matlock asked, "How can you be so certain?"

Patting his mother's hand once more, Fitzwilliam settled back into his seat and asserted, "She is Darcy's choice. Apart from the fact that our opinions mean very little in this matter, Darcy's judgment has never erred on anything."

"That may be so," Lady Matlock began. "But can you be certain he is not merely dazzled in this case? He is human, and subject to weakness like all of us."

Laughing lightly, Fitzwilliam declared, "If he is dazzled, then she must be a remarkable woman, for he has been among the ton since he has come of age, and he has never been dazzled, or even remotely touched, by the women he has met."

His mouth fell into a more serious line and his eyes softened as he added quietly, "He tells me that he loves her, Mother, utterly and completely. He says she is someone who wholly understands him, and he trusts her implicitly."

"But what of Georgiana?" she asked, her mind turning worriedly to her husband's objections.

"I asked that too," Fitzwilliam said, recollecting the evening he spent with Darcy in his study. "He feels there can be no better moral guide for her, and he hopes Miss Elizabeth's engaging manner might soften Georgiana's frightful shyness."

Lady Matlock silently agreed that these things were what her niece required most, for without much guidance, Georgiana had already grown into an elegant young woman. She focused on the light flakes floating swiftly past the carriage window and listened as her son continued, "Darcy has done all that has ever been asked of him; he went from son and brother to master and guardian in an instant, and I think you can agree that he performs his role flawlessly."

He watched as his mother smiled in agreement, and pressed on, stating, "He has never denied anything that was required of him, and up until now, he has been content. I do not believe he has ever regretted having to be with Georgiana or taking over the management of Pemberley, for he loves the two far too much to feel shackled by them. But I believe we must let him be happy; he is not a man whose mind and heart would survive a marriage without affection."

"I always felt that was his greatest fear," Lady Matlock said, thinking on the many women of property and title she had introduced him to at balls during the season.

The two fell silent when the carriage lurched to a stop before Darcy's grand townhouse. When one of Darcy's footmen arrived by its side, he opened the door and held up a large umbrella so Lady Matlock could pass to the door. Fitzwilliam jumped blithely down to the ground and extended his hand to his mother. Lady Matlock took his hand and pressed his firmly, wordlessly letting him know she was prepared to meet this young woman without prejudice.

Smiling broadly and tucking her hand beneath his arm, Fitzwilliam professed softly, "Meet with her as you would any new acquaintance of yours; be kind, attentive and engaging, and I believe you will do quite well."

Lady Matlock smiled wryly at her son and swatted him gently across the shoulder as they passed into the warm foyer. Two footmen quickly set to helping them remove their wet garments and the housekeeper arrived to show them into the drawing room. They walked silently down the hallway, but when they arrived just outside it, Fitzwilliam quietly dismissed the woman and asked his mother to wait for a moment.

"It would not do to surprise poor Miss Elizabeth with two new acquaintances at once," he said lightly. "I shall announce you."

Rolling her eyes heavenward, she declared, "Be quick about it; I do not like having to lurk about in a dark hallway."

Glancing in amusement at the several blazing candles about them, Fitzwilliam moved into the room and was happily greeted by Georgiana. She pressed his hand fondly and kissed his cheek lightly as her brother joined them.

Fitzwilliam extended his hand to his cousin and declared, "I have a surprise for you, but I would like to meet your Miss Bennet first."

Darcy clasped his hand firmly, his brow furrowing at Fitzwilliam's secrecy. Turning back to the company, Darcy realized that they all watched interestingly, studying Fitzwilliam carefully. Miss Bennet whispered quietly to Elizabeth, and Darcy imagined she had set to describing him to her. Smiling, Darcy quickly introduced Fitzwilliam to the Gardiners and Mr. Bennet.

Bingley rose from his seat beside Miss Bennet and declared happily, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Fitzwilliam. It has been too long."

"It has, Bingley," Fitzwilliam answered, his eyes falling on the two women behind Bingley.

They stood from their seats, each smiling pleasantly and Fitzwilliam studied both of them, wondering which was his cousin's intended, and reflecting that both were quite beautiful. Bingley watched unhappily as the colonel's eyes fell on Miss Bennet, and Bingley unconsciously moved a step closer to her.

Darcy watched the scene incredulously, and being in no humor to see these two dueling over his future sister's affections, he moved to Elizabeth's side and declared, "Cousin, this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Elizabeth, my cousin, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam."

Elizabeth smiled broadly and curtseyed gracefully before turning and introducing Jane to him. She felt Mr. Darcy take her hand and guide it to his arm, and listened as he asked curiously, "Now what is this surprise you have?"

Tearing his gaze away from Miss Bennet's blushing countenance, Fitzwilliam smiled brilliantly and said simply, "My mother."

The company watched in amazement as he moved swiftly out into the hall, and returned with an elegant older woman on his arm. She moved beside him noiselessly, her deep plum gown complementing her fair complexion and womanly frame. Mrs. Gardiner would later observe that the woman had the most arresting blue eyes; they were deep cerulean and alert to everything around her. When her son paused before Darcy, the woman smiled easily and greeted him with a nod.

"You must forgive me for coming without an invitation," Lady Matlock declared, looking to Darcy and Georgiana. "It is unforgivably rude, but I found I would much rather spend the evening in your company than my husband's."

Elizabeth smiled slightly at this, feeling that though this was her first encounter with Lady Matlock, the woman was a great wit. She listened as Mr. Darcy assured her it was no trouble. When he fell silent and turned toward her, Elizabeth held her breath and pressed his arm more tightly for support.

"Elizabeth, this is my aunt, Lady Eleanor Matlock," Darcy said, watching Elizabeth intently.

Curtseying deeply, Elizabeth begged her racing heart to quiet and raised her face, declaring, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance. I am very happy you have joined us this evening."

Lady Matlock started slightly when Elizabeth raised her eyes and gazed slightly past her, but as Elizabeth spoke, she studied her more closely. Despite the light blush that covered her cheeks, Elizabeth held herself proudly, her shoulders and chin raised unapologetically. She seemed entirely at ease with herself.

"A pleasure to meet you as well," Lady Matlock answered evenly.

Georgiana watched the exchange nervously, but her unease lessened when she saw a small smile soften her aunt's countenance. Looking toward her brother, who caught her eye and nodded in approval, she invited their guests into the dining room and moved out into the hallway. As the others moved to follow her, Darcy gestured for Lady Matlock and Fitzwilliam to precede him and Elizabeth out. Lady Matlock accepted gracefully, and taking her son's arm, moved forward with him. Darcy watched them for a moment before turning his eyes to Elizabeth's face. He noticed she drew a deep breath and released it slowly, and smiling proudly, he took her hand and kissed it lightly.

"My own Elizabeth," he said, repeating his earlier words to her and cradling her hand against his chest in an attempt to calm her.

She smiled brilliantly, her color heightening at his words, and slowly she slid her hand from his grasp and down his arm until her fingertips encountered his elbow. "What did I tell you about paying me compliments?" she asked lightly, her brow arching in challenge.

Darcy pressed a hand thoughtfully to his chin and declared seriously, "Ah, madam; that was not a compliment, but an indisputable truth."

Leaning toward her slightly, he kissed her temple gently and added, "You are my Elizabeth."

Unbeknownst to Darcy and Elizabeth, Lady Matlock glanced over her shoulder and witnessed the tender moment that passed between the two. She averted her gaze swiftly, blushing slightly at intruding upon so private a moment. Shaking her head in amazement, she reflected that she had never seen her nephew so open and unguarded. When they turned the corner and arrived in the dining room, she smiled slightly and determined that she enjoyed the change in him.

Chapter 40: The Forming of an Acquaintance

Posted on 2009-02-01

Georgiana quickly approached one of the footmen just inside the door of the dining room, and instructed him to see that two more places were set for their unexpected guests. Glancing once more around the room, she smiled and took in the golden glow of the candles flickering off the crystal and silver set upon the table and sideboard. She breathed deeply, and quietly saw everyone to their seats before moving toward her own at her brother's left. Looking toward him, she noted happily that he smiled in approval.

Darcy reached for her hand, and pressing it gently, declared, "It is all lovely, Georgiana."

The rest of the company echoed his compliment, and before lowering himself into his seat, Darcy said, "I am so pleased you could all be with us. Please, enjoy yourselves."

Elizabeth listened as everyone turned their attentions to their meals and conversations, and within moments, discussions of theatre and novels mixed with the clinking of glass. She remained still, her mind wavering in indecision, for though she knew not what lay on the plate before her or the arrangement of utensils, she could not bring herself to interrupt Jane, who spoke pleasantly with Mr. Bingley. They spoke of Hertfordshire, and Jane set to apprising him of all that had occurred in his absence. Sighing heavily, Elizabeth bit her lip fretfully and silently prayed that she would not make a fool of herself in front of Lady Matlock. She tentatively raised her hand from her lap and moved her fingertips to the edge of the table, feeling the fine linen beneath them. When she felt the curve of the smooth plate beside them, she slowly slid her fingers outward and inhaled in surprise when they encountered the first piece of silver. Her brow rose in wonder, and as she moved her hand along the row of utensils, she realized they had all been perfectly placed for her in the manner to which she was used to.

Darcy watched Elizabeth's eyes light happily, and a serene smile replaced her anxious expression. He released the breath he had been holding, for when he set to arranging the silver and crystal, he attempted to mimic as closely as possible what he had seen Miss Bennet do when they last dined together. Studying Elizabeth intently, he was gratified to see her reach for her wine with ease. Turning toward him, Elizabeth raised her glass slightly and smiled broadly.

Leaning toward her, Darcy asked quietly, "Does it really please you?"

"How could it not? I do not know how you accomplished it, but thank you," Elizabeth said, blinking quickly when she felt a few tears spring to her eyes.

Darcy settled back into his seat and professed in relief, "Then my memory is far better than I thought. I am glad to do anything that gives you comfort or pleases you."

Elizabeth imagined he smiled then, a small smile that to those who knew him well revealed the happiness he felt. She felt his gaze on her, and knowing her color heightened, she turned her attention to her meal and was thankful when the colonel addressed her, for his friendly voice from across the table drew her attention from the man beside her.

"I cannot say how happy I am to make your acquaintance, Miss Elizabeth," Fitzwilliam declared merrily. "Since his arrival in London, my cousin has spoken of little else."

Smiling, Elizabeth heard Mr. Darcy clear his throat slightly, and she envisioned that despite his rising color, he leveled a warning gaze on his cousin. If he did, she was delighted to discover that it had no effect on the colonel's good humor.

Ignoring Darcy's displeasure, Fitzwilliam pressed onward and added, "There is no one I care more for in the world than Darcy, except for the lovely women on either side of me... "

Elizabeth's smile broadened, knowing Lady Matlock and Miss Darcy sat to his right and left respectively. She heard Lady Matlock shush him quietly before returning to her discussion of London's shops with Mrs. Gardiner.

Grinning mischievously, Fitzwilliam continued, "I would love to hear how he behaved in Hertfordshire, for knowing how he is among strangers, I have no doubt he did something quite entertaining."

"You make me sound quite boorish, Fitzwilliam," Darcy declared flatly, taking up his wine and gulping down a large sip.

Elizabeth smiled sympathetically toward her beloved, before turning in the direction of the colonel's voice and saying, "I am afraid I have nothing very amusing to report; in all my encounters with him, he acted much as he is now."

Darcy smiled gratefully at Elizabeth, but was severely displeased when Bingley, who had caught Fitzwilliam's teasing, declared jovially, "Ah, but Miss Elizabeth; you then are unaware of the horrible difficulty I had getting Darcy to dance. I can confidently say that during his time in Hertfordshire, Darcy danced only four dances, and they were with my sisters!"

Fitzwilliam laughed heartily at this, picturing his imposing cousin standing silently about in a large assembly where gentlemen were scarce and more than one lady was in want of a partner. "I am afraid that does not surprise me, and I was expecting just such a report," he declared lightly. "My cousin has always been opposed to dancing, Miss Elizabeth."

"I am not opposed to dancing!" Darcy cried indignantly, taking up his knife and fork and mercilessly cutting into his pork.

Smiling easily, Elizabeth declared, "That suits me, for though I am quite fond of it, I rarely have the opportunity to dance."

Lady Matlock heard this comment, and looking toward Elizabeth, she asked carefully, "Do you not attend many balls, Miss Elizabeth?"

Blushing heavily, Elizabeth breathed deeply and answered, "I attended my first ball this past November at Netherfield."

Lady Matlock's brow rose in wonder, for though she imagined Elizabeth's experience in society was limited, she had no idea it was almost nonexistent. Shaking her head fretfully, she reached for her wine glass and sipped it slowly.

Elizabeth turned her face downward, attempting desperately to hide her embarrassment, and wondering what she might say to redeem herself. She could think of nothing and closed her eyes tightly.

Mr. Bennet watched his daughter's discomfort growing swiftly, and frowning, he turned his gaze to Lady Matlock. Forcing himself to smile, he declared with his customary lightness, "I am afraid my daughter's lack of enthusiasm for balls it partly my fault."

Looking toward Elizabeth's father, who she found to be an interesting and well-informed fellow, Lady Matlock asked, "How so, sir?"

"I prefer reading, good conversation, and chess to the flippant discussions of a ballroom," he said proudly. "Elizabeth was so good as to adopt my interests and remain with me many an evening."

Eyeing his aunt wearily, Darcy added, "Miss Elizabeth's time has been much better spent on her studies. She is a remarkable scholar and musician."

With such compliments ringing in her ears, Elizabeth blushed heavily, and while thankful for their protection, she could not stand such praise. Raising her chin confidently, she confessed seriously, "My father and Mr. Darcy are very kind, but my interest in academics and music was hardly the reason for my absence at balls and assemblies where more than my neighbors would be present."

Lady Matlock set aside her wine and listened intently as Elizabeth continued, "I am not easy in the company of hoards of strangers, madam, and I believe they are uneasy in my presence. Rather than subjecting my family to questions and speculation, I have often chosen to remain at home."

She paused for a moment, feeling the eyes of the company on her and hearing that all other conversation had stopped. Sighing lightly, she declared, "While my choice may have lessened my understanding of polite society, it has certainly not prevented it. I have had a very careful teacher in my father. I regret nothing."

Elizabeth then turned her attention to her meal, her mind berating her for speaking so frankly to her intended's aunt, but her heart applauding her. She felt Mr. Darcy's gaze on her, and though she feared he would be heartily displeased with her, she could not help but feel there was no disappointment or censure in his eyes. Had she been able to, she would have seen that he studied her with unbridled pride in his dark eyes, and his mouth turned up into a small smile.

Fitzwilliam looked toward his mother, and noting that her countenance wore a ghost of a pleased smile at Miss Elizabeth's admission, he said, "I believe my cousin is right; you have employed your time much better, Miss Elizabeth. Very little of what is said and done in a ballroom is of any value, and for those strangers who are not aware of the value of your presence, I believe we shall all agree they are fools."

"Hear, hear," Mr. Gardiner declared jovially, raising his glass.

Jane and Mr. Bingley joined her uncle in his assertion, and quietly thanking the colonel, Elizabeth breathed deeply and felt the tension leave her shoulders. Lifting her fork, she listened contentedly as the conversation returned to less serious topics. Miss Darcy quickly engaged her in a discussion of the German composers, and smiling easily, Elizabeth happily listened to her opinions.

Darcy watched them, ruminating on the vibrancy that had returned to his and Georgiana's lives with Elizabeth's presence. Georgiana laughed lightly, pressing her napkin to her lips to quell the broad smile that lit her face. Turning his gaze to Elizabeth, he saw she, too, grinned happily, her cheeks coloring pleasantly and her entire countenance giving no hint of the fever that had wracked her body only days before. He smiled, and reflected that as soon as they were married, such a pleasing scene would be his every day if he wished it, and he could not imagine ever not wanting it. He allowed his gaze to drift away from the two women and down the line of guests at his table until it caught his aunt's. She leveled her fair eyes on him, and lifting her glass slightly, inclined her head to him and smiled. Darcy started at the action, his mouth falling slightly agape as he realized his aunt's pleasure meant that she was at the very least impressed by Elizabeth's deportment and character. Closing his mouth, he smiled his gratitude and raised his glass to her before drinking.

The remainder of the meal was quite pleasurable for all present, and when the footmen lifted the empty plates and bowls away, Georgiana smiled brightly. Once assured that her guests were satisfied, she rose from her seat and invited the women into the drawing room, while her brother led the gentlemen to his study for brandy. She moved out into the hallway at her aunt's side, leaving the two sisters to follow.

Jane linked her arm through Elizabeth's and set after their hostess and Lady Matlock. Looking to Elizabeth, she declared shyly, "I am most surprised to see Mr. Bingley join us this evening."

Elizabeth smiled on hearing the happy amazement in her sister's voice, and pressing her arm gently, she said, "I am quite glad you had the opportunity to meet with him again."

"Why is that?" Jane asked, her cheeks heightening in color.

Arching her brow mischievously, Elizabeth declared, "It is very good for you to meet with him without his sister present."

"You still insist that it was she who encouraged him to leave Hertfordshire?" Jane inquired, her previous disbelief tempered by Miss Bingley's failure to correspond with her.

"I do, indeed," Elizabeth answered flatly. "After what I have heard tonight, I believe it even more firmly."

Jane paused their progress, and looking to see that Lady Matlock and Miss Darcy were occupied with their own conversation, she moved in front of her sister and asked, "Whatever do you mean, Lizzy? What have you heard?"

Despite her best efforts, Elizabeth felt her resentment over Miss Bingley's actions well within her, and feeling her jaw strain in annoyance, she quickly related what Mr. Bingley had revealed to her and Mr. Darcy. She heard her sister's swift intake of breath, and having no doubt her fair eyes widened in astonishment, she pressed her hands imploringly.

"You must believe me now, dearest," Elizabeth said seriously. "Mr. Bingley's revelation demonstrates how deceitful his sister can be. She is no friend of yours."

"How could someone be so cruel?" Jane asked, moving beside Elizabeth once more. "It troubles me greatly to believe that what she has done may have damaged Lady Catherine's opinion of you."

Elizabeth smiled comfortingly and declared, "I believe Lady Catherine's opinion of me was fixed when Mr. Collins returned to Hunsford and told her that I vehemently refused her offer."

Jane smiled reluctantly, and continuing to walk, listened as Elizabeth continued, "I have no doubt she will be displeased when she receives that letter, and I imagine she will rush to confront Mr. Darcy. I do not fear her opinion of me; I only fear how she will treat him."

"She must wish her nephew to be happy though," Jane asserted gently. "Any aunt would wish that."

"Mr. Darcy told me once that Lady Catherine harbored a desire that he and her daughter might marry," Elizabeth revealed, remembering their meeting the day of the Netherfield Ball.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, recalling the insecurity she felt then, and marveling how far they had come. Jane watched her peaceful countenance, and reflected that had she been faced with such a difficulty, she would not be so calm. Shaking her head slightly, she said, "Then I do not suppose we can expect a pleasant meeting with Lady Catherine."

"Let us hope we do not meet with her soon," Elizabeth said easily.

They fell silent then, for they had arrived in the drawing room, and Miss Darcy was quickly before them and inviting them to sit. "You must sit near the fire, Miss Elizabeth," she declared, taking Elizabeth's hand and leading her forward. "I have strict instructions from my brother and I would not wish to incur his ire."

Elizabeth shook her head at her beloved's worry, and thanking Miss Darcy, she sat upon the settee. Jane joined her soon after, and she listened as her aunt took the chair near them. She heard Miss Darcy cross the room swiftly to ring the bell for tea, before joining Lady Matlock on the couch across from them.

"Are you warm enough, Miss Elizabeth? Shall I have a shawl fetched for you?" Georgiana asked anxiously, her light brown eyes wide and her brow furrowed in concern.

"I am quite comfortable," Elizabeth assured her, smiling broadly.

Lady Matlock raised her brow questioningly, and wondered at her niece's apparent worry over Elizabeth's person. Looking toward her, she inquired, "Have you been unwell, Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth started at the question, and not wishing to reveal the severity of her fever, for she would not have Lady Matlock believe her weak, she declared, "Only a trifling cold; it is gone now."

"Well, that is a relief," Lady Matlock said though her eyes still studied Elizabeth in concern.

Noticing this, Jane quickly inquired, "Do you spend much of your time in London, Lady Matlock?"

Tearing her gaze from Elizabeth, she answered, "I am sad to say that I do; my husband is very fond of it. I much prefer the country, and miss my estate there acutely."

Georgiana smiled happily and declared, "It is beautiful; Fitzwilliam and I spent much of our youth there."

"It is nothing to your Pemberley, Georgiana, but it is a lovely place," Lady Matlock said humbly before looking toward Elizabeth. "Tell me about your Hertfordshire, Miss Elizabeth, for I have never been there."

Elizabeth smiled, her mind turning to her mother and sisters at Longbourn. She set to describing her favorite walks, most especially to Oakham Mount to her ladyship. Lady Matlock and Miss Darcy listened intently, each smiling at Elizabeth's vivid descriptions. She spoke of everything from the weather and the terrain to the sounds of the songbirds in spring and the smell of the grass in summer. Elizabeth described everything just as she had experienced it for the last years.

Georgiana glanced at her aunt, and was delighted to see her nodding in approval of Elizabeth's obvious love of her home. Returning her gaze to Elizabeth, she smiled easily and declared, "Hertfordshire sounds quite lovely; I should dearly love to visit there."

"You would be very welcome at Longbourn," Jane said, looking fondly at Miss Darcy and feeling happy Elizabeth would have so kind a companion when she left their home behind.

Rolling her eyes heavenward, Elizabeth added lightly, "But you will have to contend with my younger sisters, for I am afraid they can be quite exuberant."

"I would like very much to meet them," Georgiana answered quietly.

"Perhaps you shall meet them sooner than you think, Miss Darcy," Mr. Bingley said, striding into the room ahead of the other gentlemen. "For I have just now convinced your brother to return with me to Hertfordshire before the spring thaw."

The women turned in amazement to their host, who moved into the room after the rest of the party. Jane blushed heavily with the knowledge that Mr. Bingley meant to return to the country. Fearing what the neighborhood would say, she turned her gaze toward the fire and willed her racing heart to calm.

Rising from her seat happily, Georgiana asked, "Is this true, Fitzwilliam? Are we to go to Hertfordshire?"

Before her brother could answer, Mr. Bingley asserted, "He has agreed to help me make something of my land, and to do that, we must survey the grounds to see what we might do with them."

"Our plans are not yet firmly settled," Darcy said calmly, looking pointedly at his friend. "It would not be for some weeks yet."

Mr. Bennet strode toward his daughters and moved behind the settee to lay a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. While Elizabeth smiled brightly up at him and covered his hand with her own, Jane started at the contact, seemingly unaware of his presence until his touch startled her from her thoughts. His brow furrowed slightly at her unease, but feeling Jane was too private a person to wish to be questioned in company, he replaced his customary smile.

"Your mother will be quite pleased with such news," he said easily, winking lightly and pressing Jane's shoulder to comfort her.

She smiled nervously and managed a slight nod before returning her gaze to the hearth. Elizabeth felt her sister's discomfiture, and reaching out, laid her hand on hers gently. She felt Jane press her fingertips thankfully and return her hold.

Wishing to divert attention from her sister's anxiety, Elizabeth declared, "I am certain the neighborhood will be quite pleased to have you there, Mr. Bingley. Netherfield has been sadly empty these last months."

Bingley's gaze drifted to Jane's countenance, and smiling sadly, he declared, "I hope that they will welcome me back, Miss Elizabeth. I have been away too long."

Jane felt his eyes studying her, and releasing the breath she had been holding, she knew the heat that rose up her neck would spread an obvious blush across her cheeks. She held Elizabeth's hand more tightly, not knowing what to think of Mr. Bingley's admission. Closing her eyes, she willed her heart to quiet, fearing it could be heard by the rest of the company. Despite her best efforts, she could not quell the peaceful smile that lit her face.

Darcy noticed what passed between Bingley and Miss Bennet, and he smiled slightly, for he saw the veil of remorse that had hung over his friend's eyes these last days lift completely. Seeing Miss Bennet's soft smile, Bingley beamed happily. Darcy shook his head in amusement, feeling that his friend had never been one for hiding or tempering his emotions, even in company. Glancing toward his cousin, he saw that Fitzwilliam watched the pair, his brow arching in curiosity, and wishing to distract him, Darcy stepped forward.

"Shall we have some music?" he asked, looking pointedly at Georgiana, who paled slightly at his attention. "Will you play for us, sister?"

Her eyes widened in worry, but feeling her aunt's gaze on her, and not wishing to displease her, she rose from her seat. "Of course," she answered quietly, willing her voice steady.

Jane heard the trepidation in the young girl's voice, and feeling she would do well with a moment away from the company, she declared, "I would be happy to turn for you, Miss Darcy."

Georgiana smiled gratefully, and nodding, led the way toward the pianoforte. Leaning toward her companion slightly, she said, "Thank you for your company, Miss Bennet; I am quite frightened of playing before so large a group without someone by my side."

"You are very welcome, Miss Darcy," Jane answered, lowering herself into the seat beside the bench.

Elizabeth listened to the two happily, thankful that Jane had been able to secure herself a moment to recover. She had no doubt that Mr. Bingley's gentle declaration was meant entirely for her sister, for though Mr. Bingley was all friendliness and politeness, she felt there could be no other occupant of Hertfordshire that would engender such feelings. Smiling, her attention was soon drawn away from the soft music Miss Darcy began playing by Colonel Fitzwilliam's addressing the company.

"Well, I shall be quite jealous of all of you," he said lightly as he moved to sit beside his mother. "You will all be in good company and enjoying yourself in the country."

"Is my company so very tiresome, my dear?" Lady Matlock asked, her smile revealing her amusement.

Fitzwilliam grinned, and patting her hand, he declared, "I meant nothing of the sort; but I am just reminded of something. I hope your sojourn to Hertfordshire will not prevent you from joining me at Rosings at the end of next month, Darcy. You know Lady Catherine does not wish for my company alone."

Darcy's jaw set slightly at the mention of his aunt, his mind returning to Miss Bingley's communication with her. Feeling himself unequal to speaking on the subject, he was thankful when Mr. Bennet said lightly, "I have heard much of your aunt, colonel; my cousin is her parson."

"Mr. Collins?" Fitzwilliam asked incredulously.

"I can see you are amazed," Mr. Bennet declared, his eyes twinkling in amusement as he sat himself beside Elizabeth.

Shaking his head lightly, Fitzwilliam confessed, "Forgive me, but I see so little of you in him. His conversation is very... "

"Wholesome?" Elizabeth ventured, her smile widening as she thought on her ridiculous cousin and his imposing patroness.

"Yes; exactly!" Fitzwilliam said, grinning broadly and settling back into his seat.

Lady Matlock shook her head in disapproval of her son's frankness, and looking toward Elizabeth, declared, "I had a letter from Lady Catherine, and I understand that your cousin is to marry soon."

"He is," Elizabeth said, her mind turning to her dear friend and her heart hitching slightly at the idea of losing her company. "He will marry my good friend, Charlotte Lucas, next Saturday."

Turning her eyes to Mr. Darcy, she added quietly, "Which is why we must depart in two days time. My sister, Mary wrote and informed me that Charlotte wishes me there to help her prepare."

With his mind still occupied by his worry, Darcy was startled from his thoughts by her declaration. Though he was loath to part with her, he knew she would not wish to miss the nuptials of her friend. He listened as his aunt declared, "Your friend will find her new home very pleasant; I remember passing by the property during our last visit to my sister. I believe Lady Catherine has done much to it."

Darcy bit back an exasperated sigh, recalling the singular Mr. Collins, and feeling that Lady Catherine could not have bestowed her generosity on a more grateful recipient. He turned his dark eyes to Elizabeth and watched as she absently played with the lace on her delicate wrist before saying, "I hope she will be very happy there."

He immediately detected the slight sadness in her voice and his brow furrowed with worry. He imagined that she would mourn the loss of her friend, but her sudden melancholy revealed more.

'Perhaps she fears for Miss Lucas' happiness in her choice,' he thought, and remembering Mr. Collins' tiresome conversation and silly deportment, he determined she was right.

Slowly, he stepped behind Elizabeth and casually laid his hand on the back of the settee just behind her. He looked down on her, studying her profile and the unhappy line of her mouth. Wishing desperately to comfort her, he moved his hand slightly and allowed the backs of his fingers to brush along her shoulder. Though imperceptible to the others, he felt her start slightly at the touch before relaxing against him.

"She will not be so far from her family," he said quietly to the company, though his eyes remained on Elizabeth.

"Not far?" Mrs. Gardiner asked. "It is nearly fifty miles is it not?"

Looking toward her, Darcy smiled slightly and declared, "What is fifty miles of good road when one is visiting those they care for? Yes; I shall call it a very easy distance."

Elizabeth listened to her beloved's voice, recalling her geography and recognizing that Pemberley would be more than a day's journey from Longbourn. She would miss her family acutely, and she wondered if he would welcome them as guests often. She bit her lip thoughtfully before shaking her head at her silliness and admitting that she knew he would, if only to please her. Smiling serenely, she turned her face slightly so he could see her, and she was not disappointed when she felt him pass his fingers once more, a bit more firmly, across her shoulder blade.

Breathing deeply, she felt her anxiety for her friend and herself dissipate slightly, and smiling, she declared, "I believe you are right, Mr. Darcy."

He smiled at her, and heard his cousin declare lightly, "Well I am happy you shall see your friend before her departure nonetheless, for I cannot imagine you will travel Hunsford before the spring. You shall just have to be introduced to our aunt at your own wedding."

Lady Matlock looked pointedly at her son, her crystal blue eyes stern and unmoving in an effort to silence him. She had no doubt that her sister would never welcome Elizabeth as a niece, and there would be little hope of convincing her to attend the wedding. Not wishing to give Elizabeth false hope, she attempted desperately to think of a response, but was surprised when Elizabeth spoke.

"I do not believe your aunt will be very eager to make my acquaintance," Elizabeth said distractedly, her mind turning to Miss Bingley's letter to her ladyship.

Too late she realized what she said, and blushing heavily, she felt the confused gazes of the others upon her. Closing her eyes briefly, she cursed her loose tongue and imagined she had unsettled both Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley with her thoughtless words. She sighed when the colonel inquired curiously, "Why ever not?"

Darcy looked toward Bingley, quickly catching his friend's panicked stare and the light blush that spread across his fair features at the allusion to his sister's heedless actions. Wanting to protect both Elizabeth and Bingley from further query, Darcy opened his mouth to answer, but halted when he heard Elizabeth laugh lightly.

Recognizing that she could cover her blunder without exposing Miss Bingley's treachery, she pursed her lips and confessed, "I am afraid she may be predisposed to disapprove of me, for I rejected a very kind offer she made to me."

"So you are acquainted with her already?" Lady Matlock asked, her eyes widening in wonder.

Smiling wickedly, Elizabeth answered, "Not at all, madam."

Ignoring his aunt's question, Darcy swiftly inquired, "What offer do you speak of?"

Elizabeth heard her father clear his throat in an effort to quiet his humor, and having no doubt he knew of what she spoke, she smiled broadly and declared, "Your aunt invited me to Rosings Park just after Mr. Bingley's ball."

"Why did I not hear of this?" Darcy asked, his dark brow furrowing with worry.

"Did your cousin, Mr. Collins, secure you an introduction with her then?" Fitzwilliam pressed on, leaning forward and feeling quite intrigued by Elizabeth's revelation.

"More than an introduction," Elizabeth began, listening carefully to her intended's uneasy shifting behind her. "A position as well."

She was not disappointed, for the moment the words left her mouth she heard him breathe in sharply before whispering disbelievingly, "What?"

"Indeed," she continued happily. "Apparently she and Mr. Collins believed me to be a fitting companion for Miss de Bourgh."

All but Mr. Bennet remained silent; the former began laughing heartily as he recalled his wife's strident voice demanding Mr. Collins be removed from the house for such an assumption. He wiped the merry tears that fell from his eyes and declared, "They did indeed, and I am most certain that they were horribly mistaken."

Smiling easily, Elizabeth admitted, "I am apt to agree, for I do not believe I am suited to such a life. My temperament is not at all so easy."

Shaking his head in astonishment, Fitzwilliam declared, "I feel you are right, Miss Elizabeth; no one who has met you could possibly believe your lively spirit would be content in such a situation."

"Except this Mr. Collins," Lady Matlock added, a slight smile lighting her features.

The company laughed lightly at this, but Darcy remained rigid; his shoulders tense, and his jaw set firmly. Looking down on Elizabeth, he frowned unhappily and declared, "He is a greater fool than I believed him to be."

Elizabeth turned slightly in her seat so she might face him, and smiling comfortingly, for she had no doubt the image of her in his aunt's employ disturbed him greatly, she said, "I was not offended by the offer, though Mr. Collins was offended by my rejection of it."

Darcy watched Elizabeth intently, noting the happy sparkle in her green eyes and the mischievous turn of her mouth. Sighing, he allowed himself to smile and declared, "Would that I could have been there to see it."

He was pleased to see Elizabeth smile brilliantly at him, and when the hour came for his guests to leave, he felt that the evening was a pleasant one, and looked forward to many like it in the future. He led the party into the foyer where they were met by several of his footmen, who aided them in their preparations to depart. Scanning the space with his dark eyes, he noted Elizabeth stood away from the party, her hands folded and her face turned serenely to the ceiling. He studied her, taking in her posture and profile and admitting to himself how well she looked and how much he wished she was already the mistress of the house saying farewell to their guests. Smiling easily, he strode toward her.

Elizabeth listened to the voices around her echoing and reverberating off the high ceiling, and closing her eyes, she envisioned the grand hall in which she stood. She heard the colonel speaking animatedly with her aunt and Jane, asserting how he wished they might meet again soon. She imagined Mr. Bingley watched the exchange warily from his place near Miss Darcy, and though she felt for him, Elizabeth felt happy to hear her sister's light laughter mixing with the colonel's, for Jane had been sad for too long. She reflected on his apparent preference for her sister's company, but her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of her cloak being laid gently over her shoulders. Believing it to be one of the footmen, she thanked him politely.

"You are very welcome, my love," Darcy answered softly, standing just behind her.

Elizabeth started slightly before smiling broadly and declaring, "You surprised me, Mr. Darcy."

With his hands still on her shoulders, smoothing the cloak over them, he said evenly, "Forgive me; I thought you knew my step by now."

"I do know it; and there is none I know better," she asserted firmly. "I was merely distracted."

At this, Darcy slowly lowered his hands from her shoulders, sliding them lightly along her upper arms before stepping back to a more suitable distance. He watched her bite her lip in concentration and was gratified when she added, "And I see you seek to distract me more."

She turned fully toward him then, lifting her chin and smiling happily. "Shall we meet before I depart for Hertfordshire?" she asked, her voice laced with quiet sadness at being separated from him.

"Yes, you shall," he answered easily. "Though not tomorrow, for I have quite a bit of business with my solicitor."

Elizabeth frowned in disappointment, and turned her face to the floor to hide her unhappiness. Darcy saw the action, and placing a gentle finger beneath her chin to lift her face, he added, "I must see that everything is prepared for the future Mrs. Darcy."

Smiling, Elizabeth said, "I suppose that is an acceptable excuse."

Hearing her father call for her impatiently, she dropped into a polite curtsey, but was surprised when he took her hand and raised it to his lips, caring nothing for the company around them. "Farewell, Miss Elizabeth," he said, placing a light kiss on the back of her gloved hand.

She wished him a good night just as Jane arrived at her side, and passing her arm through hers, she moved away from him and out into the darkness of the street. Darcy watched her go, a smile spreading over his countenance. He barely noticed when his aunt stood at his elbow, and shaking himself from his reverie, he turned toward her and awaited her opinion of the evening.

Lady Matlock watched the Bennets and Gardiners descend the stairs toward their carriage, and only when the coachman called his team to attention, did she turn her attention to her nephew. Studying his happy countenance, she declared simply, "I quite like your Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"I am happy to hear that, aunt," Darcy said, his eyes brightening at her admission, and his heartbeat quickening with his joy.

Nodding slightly and raising the hood of her cloak over her curls, she answered, "I feel it would be difficult to not approve of her; she is witty, amusing, and easy in company. Yes; I like her very well."

Looking over her shoulder to where her niece stood speaking animatedly with her son and Mr. Bingley, she added, "And Georgiana seems quite transformed in her presence."

"Yes," Darcy said, his dark gaze following his aunt's. "And I believe she will only continue to improve."

"Thank you for allowing me to join you this evening," she declared, turning and moving toward the others. "It has been very enjoyable and enlightening."

As she took her son's arm, she looked back to Darcy, her fair eyes gleaming wickedly and continued, "I shall be certain to tell your uncle of it as soon as I am home. I believe it will do his foul temper good to hear that he missed such an evening."

Pressing her hand to her nephew's cheek, she shrugged lightly and added, "Perhaps it will not, but I shall enjoy telling him of it nonetheless."

Darcy bit back a laugh at his aunt's declaration, and bowing low to her before shaking Fitzwilliam's hand firmly, he wished them both a good night.

"Good night, my dears," Lady Matlock said gently.

Kissing Georgiana's cheek lightly, she moved out into the cold of the night, her skirts grazing the light snow that covered the wide marble stairs. She clasped her son's hand and stepped gracefully into the carriage. Once seated, she raised her gaze to her nephew, and was happy to see him smiling peacefully from his place in the doorframe, his tall figure outlined with the glow of the candles within. Nodding once at him, she instructed her coachman to move on, and she felt the carriage lurch forward toward her home.