Beginning, Section II

Prologue

Posted on 2012-05-28

Mrs. Bennet was no fool, or so the saying went. Who began that statement is immaterial only that, for all that Meryton and Hertfordshire might allow others to say to the contrary, no one, not for one second, who knew the area could claim that Mrs. Bennet was a fool.

So when visitors and outsiders, stupefied having watched her crow and express without regard to any social conventions her wishes and every thought, turned to natives of Hertfordshire and ask, "Goodness, is her family unable to properly send her to erm, recover her nerves in Bedla--erm, a restorative holiday?" the general convention was simply to smile knowingly at the fools and shake one's head indulgently. Perhaps, if there was enough familiarity between the parties, a pat on the back may follow with the oft-repeated reply:

"Oh that is just Mrs. Bennet. Were she a man, there would be peace about the continent!"

But, some would sadly remember, Mrs. Bennet was not a man and so her strange genius was left to waste on the subject of marrying her five daughters. The visitors would simply stare, stunned, and then immediately develop that peculiar look which was a poor attempt to convey "Oh, I see" but would really say, "Dear heavens get me out of here immediately!"

So it was with the Netherfield party, comprising of a Mr. Bingley (single, with 5000 per annum), a Mr. Hurst (drunkard and, even more unforgivably, married with no signs of procuring a son who might one day reach marriageable age), and his sisters, Mrs. Hurst (married, not competition, therefore acceptable) and Miss Bingley (unmarried but a relation to the marital target necessitating a warm welcome) when they descended upon Hertfordshire.

Mr. Bingley was all that was amiable and any single young lady would have been pleased to welcome his attention--indeed, were all set to do so--until they noticed the calculated eyes of Mrs. Bennet upon him, a quick perusal and study of her daughters (her husband often joked that one could see Mrs. Bennet comparing the compatibility of her intended target to those of her daughters as if reading from a book but the town hardly found such a comment funny when they all swore it was the truth), and the ebullient cries that escaped her delighted lips as she clearly came to a decision.

All the men smiled and shook hands heartily with their new young neighbor and if he thought his welcome to Hertfordshire from the male residence was steeped with the expectation--the knowledge--that it would be of a more permanent duration rather than a temporary lease, he attributed it to the open friendliness so prevalent in a small community. The eagerness of matrons to introduce their new neighbor to their beautiful still at home daughters diminished and the daughters in question became more interested in the fabric and cut of the gowns adorning the young Bingley's sisters.

Perhaps there would have been some jealousy if not for the fact that Mrs. Bennet delighted in having the families of those she married feel in her debt and, despite all appearances to the contrary. was rarely (never, some unnamed soul quipped) wrong in the coupling she chose, no matter how ill-suited they may appear. Her needs for feeling superior was tempered by her need to make sure the newly matched couple would be content with one another and thus, continue to enhance the feelings of indebtitude their families would feel towards her--thus, Mrs. Bennet was the county's only matchmaking mama who took other young single girls under her wing but who would outright refuse to further some hopeful mother's cause if she found the coupling lacking.

No one knew her criteria but its effectiveness could not be denied: for over two and a half decades Mrs. Bennet had paired and married off more young couples than anyone had any right to, all without seemingly doing a thing. But no one was fooled.

One still remembered the avowed bachelor Mr. Bennet proclaiming year after year that he would sooner see his estate fall into disrepair than be leg-shackled for the remainder of his days. It was, most agreed, his own fault for thinking himself so superior that a slip of girl, nearly twenty years his junior, managed to have him wait, albeit dazedly, at the altar as she made her way down the aisle. To this day, no one, not even the groom himself, could say how or why or even when and where he proposed, only that he had indeed proposed and believed it to be his most novel idea--but no, he was not sure how that thought came to exist in his head or even that it was his own after all.

And of course, more recently there was her cousin, the clergyman whom it had been believed, she had left disinterestedly to pursue her second daughter (the first, she had sniffed, having been far too pretty to waste on him even if he was to inherit Longbourn and it served that interloper right to pursue the one daughter who certainly would never have him) until Lady Lucas reminded her that the number of available young ladies eager to wed far outstripped those of men. And, Lady Lucas had prodded, wouldn't one less marriageable girl in the market be preferable for when someone Mrs. Bennet deemed suitable did arrive?

Mrs. Bennet promptly rewarded Lady Lucas for such insight by having the clergyman marry her eldest (and, the town had secretly presumed, least likely to marry) daughter.

Other matchmaking mamas might have grumbled and complained that Mrs. Bennet could have at least considered their children but it was pointed out that perhaps it was not wise to complain of a woman who was related to, and had married off, a man of the cloth who would presumably beget the good Lord more men of cloth.

"Lovely," one still disgruntled matron was overheard saying to her husband, "Providence is on her side as well!" But any further disgruntlement was way-laid by the surplus of male company on account of the militia arriving at Meryton ("You see," the husband was later heard teasing, "Providence on Mrs. Bennet's side is not so very bad at all, is it?"). After this, the only complaint was that Mrs. Bennet should only have one cousin of the cloth as if an entire militia (and the weddings that subsequently followed) resulted from marrying that clergyman off, what might occur with a second?

Familiar as they were with Mrs. Bennet, it came as no surprise when the engagement of Jane Bennet to Charles Bingley was announced (indeed, the only surprising thing about that business was that he seemed to think it was his idea) though those familiar with Bingley's sisters might have been surprised by their reaction.

Mrs. Hurst merely smiled serenely at the congratulations as she glowed with a satisfaction bordering on the indecent and gazed adoringly at her husband, who had found the Hertfordshire air (and Mrs. Bennet's table) so good as to leave him little room for excessive drinking and finding an entirely separate (and, he and his wife agreed, much more preferable) reason for exhaustion. Miss Bingley might have fussed but it was tame by all accounts, having discovered that Mrs. Bennet was perhaps not so foolish as she had originally thought and still not entirely convinced that the married woman was not the cause behind all the mishaps that seemed to occur around her when she did complain of those artful Bennets.

She might have let go of that idea but really, the silence of the community was so much louder than their vocalizations could possibly have been.

It was to these changes in his friend's company that one Fitzwilliam Darcy along with his cousin Colonial Fitzwilliam and a party of other chums (some married, some not) descended upon Netherfield, not so much to celebrate the upcoming nuptials as to have one last final hurrah and make sense of Bingley's blotted and unexpected notice.

"So tell us more of this lady who has trapped you at last," one of the men, a Mr. Milbank, deep into his cups and no longer mindful that they were in company including the lady's father and a few other of the neighboring occupants, demanded.

"She is an angel!" Bingley swore to the approval of the natives of Hertfordshire but the eye rolls of his friends.

"More an angel than Miss Leighton? Or Miss Hingham?" another man, this one a distant relation with a propensity to gossip, asked. His only reply was a silly grin on Bingley's face.

"Come now Bingley, what makes this one so special?" Colonial Fitzwilliam, put out that he had lost a wager with a couple of the men over whether Bingley could have ever been 'caught' enough to marry, asked, genuinely curious.

"I am afraid, gentleman, that you will get no helpful answer from him in that regard." An older gentleman stood, chuckling sardonically as he eyed the besotted youth. "Unless, of course, you are single and have caught my wife's eye--but I warn you, if matrimony not be on your mind, steer clear of Fanny Bennet!"

"Here here!" Another older gentleman toasted, "To Fanny Bennet and her genius mind!"

"Genius?! More like lunatic!" An anonymous voice drunkenly slurred from the back.

Those young men unfamiliar with the dynamics of Hertfordshire found their eyes on the first older gentleman who had spoken, some with bated breaths as they waited to see how he might respond to such an insult.

He laughed, "Mind your mouth MacGregor, else I'll let Fanny loose on you. " Thunderous laughter greeted his response, few knowing the true warning in his words and the rest merely laughing in the amusement derived so often from a drunken mind.

"Aye Bennet, but only because you are just as mad!"

"Well I did marry the girl!" Mr. Bennet replied and scratched his neck absentmindedly as brows furrowed, "And I am almost certain it was entirely my idea."

Chapter One

Posted on 2012-05-31

Darcy's Log
15 October 1811

An assembly we are expected to partake in, ostensibly to meet the neighbors but truly to show ourselves as goods in the marriage mart, takes place tonight. The men and I are strong, fortified, and of one mind: We will not be matched! We are ready for our current task of surveying the local populace and ferreting out enemies to the cause of bachelorhood. Bingley has been captured but seems content in his situation--poor fool!-- and is of little help in relaying previous intelligence to us. Oddly, his sisters and brother are just as useless--Kingsley reports the Hursts have fallen under some sort of yet-undetermined attack and the Colonel noted Miss Bingley seemed ill-at-ease when he tried to question her. We are all promised to stand alert: Miss Bingley's irrationality makes her a foe not easily cowed. An attack and successful wound on her such that leaves her weary is a potent one indeed. We are not dealing with fools here!

Colonal Fitzwilliam, in being in the armed forces where constant observantion and guard could make all the difference between life and death, was the first to notice what was so peculiar of those attending the Meryton Assembly. He had noticed early on that all the matchmaking mothers and single ladies in search of a husband seemed only half-hearted, if even that, in gaining the attentions of the new single men in attendance. Indeed, beyond a couple minutes of interest, they seemed to have all come to a collective and silent agreement of some sort that it was not in their interest to attempt to cast their net.

His wonder of that was made known to his fellow bachelors-in-arms and they directed a weary look about the room, unfamiliar not only in their surroundings but in the reactions of the female sex to them. It was Bingley who unwittingly gave them their answer as to why the obviously eager to marry ladies were not so eager to marry them. He introduced them all to Mrs. Bennet and her five daughters, including Bingley's own intended.

Colonel Fitzwilliam took a moment to appreciate the beauties before him before casting his attention on the matriarch of the family. For a moment, he thought she had the look of his commanders in battle--one of strategy, study and weighing of pros and cons, of maneuvers and counter-maneuvers. But, he told himself, he must have been much mistaken, for Mrs. Bennet opened her mouth and he was greeted to a litany of silliness the likes of which he had rarely been exposed.

That might have been the end of it save now Darcy was looking about him with suspicion and following his cousin's lead, Colonel Fitzwilliam grew alarmed. Those who still showed interest in their party were now steadfastly not showing interest--indeed, they seemed to be taking pains not to even share the appearance of it. He turned back to Mrs. Bennet, the military man in him telling him she was the cause of this change, but her attentions were focused elsewhere for the moment. Poor Kingsley, poor Pruett, poor Fletcher--a better interviewer the Colonel knew only of few.

It was not until Mr. Bingley led Miss Bennet to the dance floor for their set and Mrs. Bennet managed to partner her two youngest daughters to their party that she deemed to turn her attention to him and his cousin.

"Colonel Fitzwilliam--oh goodness, however shall I tell you apart from Colonel Forster?--Mr. Darcy, how do you find our neighborhood?"

"Well, very well," the Colonel enthused though his cousin merely grunted a single, "Fine."

"Good, good," Mrs. Bennet nodded happily, "and are you both so inclined to dance this eveni--oh Lizzy, Mary, what are you two about? This is a dance--you must dance! Mary, put away that book and Lizzy--why Lizzy, did not Captain Carter ask you for this set?! Where is he--oh no, you chased him away with your impertinence!" The Colonel and Darcy reared back as Mrs. Bennet looked wildly about her, handkerchief in her hand twisting to near-ripping point as she sought this Captain Carter, going so far as to step between the two gentlemen and, one hand on each of their arms to support herself (or, Darcy thought with narrowed eyes, so that they could not run away) stick her head out slightly from between them, face darting left and right in search of the elusive soldier.

Miss Mary's eyes widened and Miss Elizabeth's mouth dropped open as her face flushed red.

"Ma…mama, I fear I had to make my excuses to Captain Carter," Miss Elizabeth spoke softly. "He is, I believe, standing with Miss King now."

"Wha--excuses?! But why?! Oh Lizzy how could you?" Mrs. Bennet spun around, voice accusing, "Why you will never get married if you keep refusing perfectly nice young men!" As she chastised her daughter, the two gentlemen shared a look with one another--horror, sympathy for the daughter now publicly humiliated by her own mother. "…Oh you shall never marry at this rate and then what shall you do when your father--" Mrs. Bennet's voice broke and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, oh my nerves! My poor wretched nerves, you ungrateful child! Mary, attend me!" With a strong grip on her middle child's arm, she pulled away, leaving the party at two gentlemen and her second, thoroughly mortified, daughter.

"Ex--Excuse me," Miss Elizabeth curtsied and made to leave but the gentlemen's sense of honor and chivalry had now reared its own head, unwilling to leave a young lady so clearly in distress.

"Miss Be--erm, Miss Elizabeth," Colonel Fitzwilliam called out. "I understand you are obliged to sit out the rest of the dance but confess this can only be favorable for us." He turned to glance at his silent cousin, "For you see, we are new to the area and Bingley is so preoccupied with his…"

"Angel," Darcy supplied when Colonel Fitzwilliam's voice faded, "that is, Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Bingley has been in much thought of Miss Bennet."

"--Yes yes, that he has become quite the absent host to us in the meantime! So we are to fend for ourselves in this county with not a thought on what sport, what entertainment there is to be had save watching Bingley attempt to learn how he ever came to an agreement with such an angel. Is that not right, Darce?"

"Quite," came the dry response.

"Jane is an angel," Miss Elizabeth smiled tremulously, agreeing. So it was that Mr. Darcy, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and Miss Elizabeth Bennet found themselves passing quite a bit of time at the assembly together. At times, the Colonel partook in sets with various women, moreso as he felt it incumbent upon him to dance more in order to detract from the fact that his cousin danced with no women but those in his party.

Miss Elizabeth, obliged to sit out the rest of the assembly (a slight twist of the ankle, she confessed to having told the overly eager Captain Carter), was found, once she chased off the mortification wrought by her mother, to be pleasant company. Once or twice did Darcy return to her company for unlike others, she allowed him to ruminate on the evening in peace. Eventually, Captain Carter seemed to realize (if the wild gestures and pointed looks directed towards Elizabeth on Mrs. Bennet's part was any indication) that the young lady whose affection he had been trying to attain for several weeks was in dire need of company.

Watching Miss Elizabeth fend off Captain Carter's attention was a novel experience for it was often the men who were the targets and not the ladies. The group watching comprised of the unmarried Darcy, his cousin, and Misters Kingsley, Fletcher and Pruett as well as the married Misters Hawley and Gordon. Amused, Pruett raised a glass in honor of Miss Elizabeth Bennet who, so he declared, was a kindred spirit in want of escape from matrimony-minded mamas. As a kindred spirit (by circumstance of her sex, he determined, she could not join their bachelor-in-arms convent), she must be saved from unwanted attention just as any of them would do.

Mr. Fletcher, the distant relation of the Bingleys who had a penchant for gossip nodded and, eager to share the information he had attained, spoke. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet is her mother's most worrisome child," He declared, unaware of the long-suffering looks those around him exchanged. "I hear the young lady has already refused one offer of marriage and Mrs. Bennet is quite on the outs with her. Mrs. Bennet has been encouraging her to pay Captain Carter," he nodded at the man in regimentals speaking to the seated lady, "some attention and is put out that Miss Elizabeth will not. She worries Miss Elizabeth will never marry if she does not mend her ways. And with good reason for who could possible seek to attach themselves to a young lady who shows such disagreeable traits for her sex." His pontification complete and garnering no response or additional gossip, Mr. Fletcher sniffed and soon departed.

"Well gentlemen," Colonel Fitzwilliam beamed, "It would seem we have found ourselves an ally in a den of wolves! Let us go make ourselves useful." While Mr. Darcy conceded that it certainly seemed they had found an ally in their goal of bachelorhood in Miss Bennet, he had little intention of placing himself in her company and thus, possibly marking an interest. As such, he remained behind with the two married gentlemen while Colonel Fitzwilliam and Misters Kingsley and Pruett surprised Captain Carter by calling upon the attention of Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

No one save Mr. Darcy saw the calculating look Mrs. Bennet sent towards the small party. Nor did they notice when another party--a Mrs. Long and her nieces if Darcy remembered correctly--tried to join and Mrs. Bennet stilled them with a single warning glance.

Darcy's Log
15 October 1811
Addendum

We are safe for another day. Curiously, it seems the enemy is united under a single person. Mrs. Bennet, perhaps, though highly illogical. Not only does she have five daughters to marry and her daughters have advantage in looks to the neighborhood, but she shows little to no sense. She is one of the silliest people I have ever encountered but I cannot forget the image of her quelling three eager ladies from entering into male company with a single look. More still, she managed in record time to have Kingsley and Milbank dance with her two youngest and most noisy daughters. Both report to being unaware they were so engaged to the set until three steps in. She is either a dangerous foe or those two are not half as guarded as they believe.

Fitzwilliam and Pruett disappointed. Their surveillance was good but they appear to have fallen, or at least shown vulnerability, to a Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Attempts to justify disappointment by claiming she is a possible ally or kindred spirit have been noted and disproved: a young single lady of little means must be in want of a husband. Be aware she may be in line with the enemy and has a most unusual weapon in her arsenal: true wit.

Miss Elizabeth seems a likely candidate as the leader of the matrimony-minded. She is clever enough but why would she not have accepted an offer already? This is all too smoky by half. Further observation needed. Proceed with caution.

Darcy's Log
17 October 1811

Bingley demanded we visit enemy headquarters (hitherto known as Longbourn) today. Enemy headquarters closer than we thought--it is but three miles from us! Bingley may have zealously taken to the rule of real estate--must remind him location refers to the estate, not potential brides. It is of no matter for it is too late to do anything now.

Attempted to breach enemy territory under guise of temporary ceasefire agreement (hitherto known as Bingley's wedding plans) and failed. Note enemy forces are more sophisticated than we first believed! Lost temporary contact with Hardwick when Mrs. Bennet and her youngest managed to trap him into attending them as they called upon the Long family. No amount of observation and study can reveal how this was accomplished. Thankfully, though he came back shaken, he is expected to make a full recovery.

Bingley, what have you done?! You fed us to the enemy!

Darcy's Log
25 October 1811

A member of the militia has announced his engagement to a local lady. The young lady's mother paid a call to Longbourn when Pruett and Fletcher were calling with Bingley. Pruett warns Mrs. Bennet was thanked for her role in the match.

Make note, Mrs. Bennet is tentatively opponent one! Highly dangerous and predisposed to speak of her nerves. Do not be taken in--it is code for a nerve attack upon the unsuspecting fellow! Other weapons of choice include shameless throwing together of daughter and potential suitor and a lack of tact.

We are all on guard that we may be targeted next, in particular as Bingley is a friend and one engagement is sure to turn eyes this way in hopes of another. Mrs. Bennet has certainly set her caps on us for her daughters. Either she is the leader or simply does not care to follow directions. Kingsley has more than once found himself in need of extraction from one of the younger Miss Bennets. Fitwilliam denies camaraderie has formed between he and Miss Mary. I shall believe him as she is without fortune.

Something is very peculiar about Miss Elizabeth. There is something in her eyes I cannot recognize. Her arsenal is well-chosen--thus far, she has displayed wit, intelligence, and a teasing manner that is damnably hard to ignore. The group conferred and we agree: she does not realize she is flirting. Furthermore, another sister hinted she desires to someday marry thus rendering any flirtation dangerous. Fortunately she has much to criticize--there is a lack of symmetry to her figure and it is not to her advantage, her features are not so uncommon as to be significant and her manners unfashionable. Fitzwilliam too eagerly offered to take over observations--will have to remember to keep close eye on the two. She may find him easy prey.

Hardwick does not appear to be recovering well. He has taken to disappearing for long stretches of time and is unable to account for it. This may be in response to the horrors he must have suffered under enemy hands as he began doing so shortly after his visit to the Long ladies with Mrs. Bennet. Good God, what did they do to him?

"And your sister and her husband--they were unable to attend, sir?" Mr. Bingley blinked in surprise then flushed a bright red at the question. Hawley and Gordon, one an older married gent and the other entering his third year of marriage, exchanged a look with one another and then smirked. No one at Netherfield was unaware of the sudden 'headache' that suddenly struck Mrs. Hurst once she learned the entirety of the Netherfield party would be at Lucas Lodge this evening. Nor were they unaware that Hurst, who had eagerly agreed to remain with his wife to care for her, though having previously spent much of him time foxed or suffering from the remnants of it, thought belching or foul-smelling concoctions the best way to chase away such maladies.

"Oh, no, they send their apologies but uh…"Not even Bingley could hide the distaste in his face as he thought on what his sister and her husband were surely doing at that very moment. "They were otherwise…engaged. Mrs. Hurst suffered a headache." Mrs. Bennet smiled and nodded but no one could be blind to the sudden smugness emanating from her.

"Of course, of course," She nodded, nearly smirking now, "That is very kind of Mr. Hurst, to forsake cards to care for his wife--it is only, I hope, a temporary malady? Why, we are all aware of how fond he is of cards--but what a caring husband, to be so attentive, so kind to his wife's every need. Why I trust he will make a good fath--er, that is, I trust under his care Mrs. Hurst will feel right as rain!" Mrs. Bennet laughed cheerily and then thrust Mr. Bingley (who happily obliged) towards Miss Bennet and Kingsley and Milbank found themselves not long after with Misses Catherine and Lydia Bennet on their respective arms as they were led to the card table.

"Darcy," Colonel Fitzwilliam whispered urgently, "do you get the impression Mrs. Bennet is somehow responsible for the…changes in the Hursts?"

"Shhh!" Caroline Bingley, until then rather silent, shushed rather loudly and then looked around the room, smiling tersely as she realized she had managed to garner quite a bit of attention. Turning back to the two gentlemen, she stepped closer; making sure no one would be able to hear her speak. "She will hear you!"

"Mrs. Bennet?" The Colonel asked, curious. Caroline nodded stiffly.

"Do not," she warned, "upset that woman!" Forcing a smile on her face, she took a step back, casting a nervous glance at Mrs. Bennet whose almost-critical eyes were trained on Caroline's figure. "Why Colonel," Caroline spoke louder so that those closest to them could hear, "We are all so grateful for the wonderful advise Mrs. Bennet was able to share with my brother and sister." Another quick glance around as she lowered her voice, "That woman," words had never been spoken with more scorn, "did something to them! One day she was telling Lady Lucas how she wished the Hursts had a son and the next, Hurst and Louisa began--" Caroline broke off into a shudder that shook her whole body. Louder, she said, "I have never seen them happier," then, quieter and with much vehemence in her tone, "it is simply vulgar!" With a curtsey and a quick excuse that followed her eyes meeting those of Mrs. Bennet, she quickly made her exit before either gentleman could learn whether she meant the woman was vulgar or the newfound ease between her sister and her husband.

Colonel Fitzwilliam and Darcy were left staring at one another in confusion before, as one, they turned to observe Mrs. Bennet. The woman in question was laughing and introducing, rather loudly, Mr. Milbank to Maria Lucas who, she assured him, was considered a desirable partner in cards. The several young ladies until then surrounding Mr. Milbank seemed as one to take a step back. The Colonel nudged Darcy and gestured his chin towards Lady Lucas who visibly appeared relieved at Mrs. Bennet's action. When Mrs. Bennet suggested (pushed Maria Lucas to sit in the seat beside him) that Maria Lucas and Mr. Milbank partner up for a new game, Sir William came next to his wife and, observing the same, grinned happily. Meanwhile, the circle of young ladies who had taken to Mr. Milbank suddenly found themselves in want of attention elsewhere and within minutes, Mr. Milbank was left to the sole attention of Maria Lucas.

"Darce," Colonel Fitzwilliam hissed, "did I truly see that?"

"I am afraid so, Fitzwilliam," said his cousin and then nodded his head towards Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Miss Mary Bennet, who were coming towards the two men.

Mr. Darcy was not a happy man. His observations (purely, he told himself, for the sake of the mission) of Miss Elizabeth Bennet was experiencing difficulty. Namely, the lady in question had the peculiar habit of noticing his eyes on her and moving away from his line of sight. As such, he was obliged to maneuver about the room in search of a position nearby but not with her where he could continue his work of stealth. He listened to her conversations with others for he found a growing interest in learning more about this mysterious young lady. Purely, of course, because it is essential to know know all one could of one's enemies.

Tonight, he learned she had a way about her playing; a passion in her singing that rendered pleasurably accomplished what might otherwise simply be just above tolerable. She was witty without malice--that had already been established but he found he enjoyed it too much when it was directed at him--teasing, and had a level of intelligence about her uncommon in many women of his acquaintance. It was uncommon amongst a number of men of his acquaintance as well. In short, Darcy was unsure whether she was to be approached entirely as a young lady with delicate sensibilities or a lady-man with…well, he was unsure with what. Not-so-delicate sensibilities, perhaps?

And of course, there were her eyes. He could not place it but there was something about her eyes. His impression of her from the assembly noted nothing spectacular about her features but as he spoke to her again and again, he began to realize there was something most peculiar about her eyes. At first glance, they seemed perfectly ordinary but he was convinced there was something there--a trick of the light, perhaps. They shone and sparkled brighter than the greatest jewel, more enigmatic than the stars that lined the sky. They taunted him within the safety of his mind and he was horrified to learn that her features, previously unimpressive, was changed by this enigma of her eyes. Pretty but of little-notice features came together to be breathtaking by her eyes as if a veil had been lifted to reveal something ethereal.

Her eyes, her conversations, her habit of drawing his fellow men and he into a relaxed conversation--was she a weapon all unto herself? Surveillance tonight showed Mrs. Bennet, foolishness and all, was clearly the leader behind the match-making machinations but Darcy was not convinced Miss Elizabeth did not fit into it somehow. He was unsure as Mrs. Bennet had consistently thrown a Captain Carter towards her, rumor had it, least favorite daughter and said daughter rebuffed every attempt at particular attention. This, too, drew him to Miss Elizabeth, beyond the necessity of observing her every movement, examining her words and studying her figure and features to learn what magic she used to change perfectly ordinary to magnificently extraordinary.

She was dangerous but she was also safety. He noticed Mrs. Bennet seemed most piqued by him but not nearly so much as she was by her second daughter's attempt to avoid Captain Carter. While Mrs. Bennet sent Captain Carter towards her most ungrateful daughter, she had paraded a line of ladies in front of him, her temper showing in the fact that he and his 10,000 a year was noticeably not worth the attentions of her own four unattached daughters. However, when he was in the vicinity of her Miss Lizzy, he was left alone. It appeared during these moments, Mrs. Bennet was at odds as whether to garner his attention and risk gaining her daughter's attention as well or leaving him be and thereby securing her own peace of mind for the moment.

Mrs. Bennet, it seemed, could handle either he or her second daughter individually but together, they were simply too taxing on her nerves. He knew this because she very openly complained of it.

Ironically, the person he considered a particular danger also became a shelter, of sorts, from the incessant frivolity and marriage-mindedness of her mother. It was for the sake of gathering intelligence as well as safety from her mother, he told his friends when they questioned his own immunity to Hertfordshire's charms, that he remained so close to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. After all, he huffed indignantly, tis not his fault none of his friends had joined him in somehow earning Mrs. Bennet's ire. In truth, he had not attempted to offend her. Indeed, he had been all that was polite and all that could be said was that she was perfectly polite at their introduction and then seemingly took offence at the brevity of his response to her.

A quick glance of the room as he silently followed behind Miss Elizabeth brought back startling and important information on his comrades.

Hardwick: Saved Pruett from the attentions of Miss Long but was now obligated to remain in her grasp. Status: Stable with no signs of weakening.

Fitzwilliam and Pruett: The former was turning the pages for Miss Mary Bennet while she played the pianoforte whilst the latter stood beside them and made conversation. Note enemy (also exchangeable with Mrs. Bennet) has noticed these two men and seems pleased though her daughter seems flustered. Pruett's propensity to harmlessly flirt and the Colonel's ability to interrogate seems unknown to enemy. Status: Safe; possibly gathering what intelligence that particular minion of the enemy knows.

Kingsley: Part of a dance party consisting of the younger Miss -- Long, Miss Lydia Bennet, and an officer. Keeping an eye on Miss Catherine Bennet who has regularly accosted his attention of late--good man, keeping aware of greater danger to personal safety. Status: Stable, with signs of stress.

Milbank: Still trapped at the cards table with Miss Maria Lucas; showing signs of being lulled into a false sense of complacency to the enemy--oh dear, did he just smile at her? Status: Unstable. Must be rescued--REPEAT: Must be rescued! Enemy within sight, safety (hitherto also known as Miss Elizabeth Bennet) location temporarily unknown. Proceed with caution.

Just as Mr. Darcy was prepared to begin his objective of rescuing his (well Bingley's, but they were well-on-the-way of being) friend from the grasp of the deceptively innocent-looking Miss Maria Lucas, Sir William came next to him and spoke. This necessitated that Mr. Darcy stay where he was for the moment.

"What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! --There is nothing like dancing after all. --I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies."

Quick, man! screamed a voice in his mind, Remove yourself at once! Must. Save. Milbank.

"Certainly, sir; --and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance. If you would ple--"

"Your friend performs delightfully," Said the man, interrupting and seemingly unaware of it (but he knew what he was about, Darcy was sure of it!). Darcy looked at the area cleared for dancing. Bingley was dancing with Miss Bennet and Kingsley's eyes were darting about the room, clearly having lost sight of Miss Catherine Bennet who was in fact coming up behind him. Darcy sent him a look meant to warn "Behind you man!" but that came out more like "Grrrr!" "Oh, your friend Milbank seems to be joining in as well!"

What?! Darcy turned startled eyes towards the card table where, sure enough, poor Milbank was leading a blushing Miss Maria Lucas away towards the floor, a smug Mrs. Bennet and smiling Lady Lucas standing beside the table where they had moments ago been seated.

Rescue attempt aborted. Comrade captured and moved to secondary location.

"What a joyous occasion," that bumbling and far too pleased with himself man who interrupted Darcy's attempted rescue of his almost-friend (poor Milbank--Darcy would have to let him win at billiards next time) said, blind to the travesty which had just taken place. "Capital! Capital!--Oh, but you must be in want of a partner to perform as well. I doubt not that you are an adept in the science yourself, Mr. Darcy."

"You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, sir." Darcy resigned himself to completing this conversation for, having failed to extract his almost-friend (Milbank would never wish to be his friend, now) from a volatile situation, he could only repent. The conversation went on in some vein until Sir William spotted what Mr. Darcy had not: Miss Elizabeth Bennet was at that moment moving towards them. The reel had come to an end but another was soon to begin.

"My dear Miss Eliza," Darcy's posture, previously slouched in defeat, though many wrongly assumed it was to appear less intimidating to the speaking and quite a-ways shorter Sir William, straightened instantaneously. "--Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner." Sir William said more but Darcy was lost in his thoughts.

Desirable partner? Good God, Sir William was in on it as well! But what was this--why does he present another young lady over his own daughter?

"Indeed, sir, I have not the least intention of dancing. I entreat you not to suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner," Miss Elizabeth said.

What?! She did not want to dance with him? But why? How could she say no?! He was not unwilling! Sir William was speaking again so he stayed silent save to say he was not opposed to dancing a reel with her as his partner. She refused and sent a delightfully arch look his way. As he watched her walk away, he found his mind wandering again.

Perhaps Pruett and Fitzwilliam had the right of it. Perhaps Miss Elizabeth Bennet was an ally who, though interested in one day marrying, was unattached to the idea of marrying any one of them.

It was to such positive thoughts of Miss Elizabeth that Darcy was accosted by Miss Bingley who, having observed Mrs. Bennet's reaction to the man, found him to be a safe target of her attentions.

"I can guess the subject of your reverie."

"I should imagine not."

"You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner--in such society; and indeed I am quite of your opinion. I was never more annoyed! The insipidity, and yet the noise; the nothingness and yet the self-importance of all these people! --What would I give to hear your strictures on them!"

"Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow."

"Fine eyes? Why Mr. Darcy, who could this surely delightful lady be whom you speak of?" Miss Bingley asked coyly.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

The color drained from Miss Bingley's face and she took a staggering step back.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet?" She half hissed, half cried in despair. "Oh…oh Mr. Darcy, she has gotten you, too!" she moaned softly, almost painfully. A quick glance around the room had her turn an almost-inhuman white as she caught the eye of the matriarch who stood in the way of her dreams. "Mrs. Bennet has worked her magic on you too," she shook her head and stepped away from the concerned Mr. Darcy, surprising him. "No, no, do not dare draw that woman's attention to me! You enjoy," she spat out the word hatefully, "your Miss Eliza Bennet! That girl is untouchable in her attent--Mrs. Bennet!" Caroline Bingley's voice reached a dangerous pitch as it turned to sugar with an undertone of bitter fear, "How do you find yourself this evening?"

"Good evening, Miss Bingley," Mrs. Benet shrilled eagerly, "is this not such an evening?" A brief pause occurred as she sent an almost accusatory glare at Mr. Darcy and he knew Sir William must have shared the failed attempt at a dance with her daughter withher. Based on the severity of her glare, he could only assume Sir William had mucked up the story and she thought he had deigned not to dance with her daughter. A curt nod in his direction was all the greeting he received from her before she linked arms with Miss Bingley, pulling the woman away from him. "Why Miss Bingley, I have had the most wonderful idea--tell me, where is your…cousin, was it?...a Mr. Fletcher. Surely he is in want of a dance partner and must be so much more obliging than my Lizzy. Oh Miss Bingley, you know not how I suffer--that ungrateful girl refuses to dance with anyone this night and Captain Carter is surely at his wits end." The shrill woman's voice faded off and Darcy was left to reflect on the evening and the still mysterious but perhaps less dangerous Miss Elizabeth Bennet in peace.

Darcy's Log
3 November 1811

Spent the evening at the home of Sir William Lucas. It is confirmed: Mrs. Bennet is head of the enemy. She is confirmed as Enemy Combatant One, or ECO. Be wary for she has managed to nullify the Hursts as a threat--she was clever enough to root out Hurst as the weak link and Mrs. Hurst soon followed, betrayed by her own husband! Subsequently, we owe her a debt of gratitude for she has terrified Miss Bingley into turning her attentions away from us. Miss Bingley's attention is currently sometimes-engaged with Mr. Fletcher. Our gratitude must be tempered by the knowledge that this is a match struck by ECO.

Kingsley was shaken by ECO's second youngest, Miss Catherine. Claims he was unaware of how well she was trained--he intends to keep an eye on her and hopes his awareness of her strengths will allow him to make use of his. She speaks honestly and with little thought as to whether she ought--this can only be detrimental to ECO. As her favored target, Kingsley is charged with appraising us with intelligence gleaned from her. May God keep him safe.

Hardwick has developed a rapport with the eldest Miss Long. She has no information of value to impart upon us but he notes Mrs. Bennet enjoys hovering about the two when not with Bingley and Miss Bennet, allowing us to move freely without her notice. He shall serve in his capacity of distraction and, if it must come to it, sacrificial pawn. Pruett swears a braver man he has never seen.

Pruett and Fitzwilliam bring interesting information to table tonight: Miss Mary Bennet is not of the mind to marry outside the clergy. From her we are safe. Pruett is put out in the severity of her character and Fitzwilliam says she pleasant company in seeking safety from her mother. ECO easily gives up and keeps away from her second child but her third she ignores altogether, save when in my company.

Miss Elizabeth is a possible ally. She refused to dance tonight and was deemed by ECO as an obstacle to their cause. If she can be turned to our side, she could be a powerful ally indeed, living as she does in the heart of enemy territory. Furthermore, her arsenal of weapon is immense and there is an easiness about her that is unsettling in its ability to render one's defenses lowered. It is possible her entire person is precarious artillery for her figure, though not symmetric, is light and pleasing. In our hands (only metaphorically, of course--we are not cads!) what could light and pleasing do to the enemy?

Milbank felt the power of Mrs. Bennet and her chosen weapon of Miss Maria Lucas today. Pruett and I were able to extricate him after a reel and fortify him with a drink. He is shaken, but has not fallen, thank God! He wishes to be alone and as he has been silent about us all night, we thought we best leave him to lick his wounds in peace. Poor man. His situation, such as it is in being a clerk and not an as-yet established country attorney, leaves him ill-prepared to handle the enemy so closely. Pruett and Fitzwilliam are tasked with seeing to his safety until he has recovered and properly trained to deflect attention.

It has been an informative reconnaissance. The enemy is strong but foolish--we shall persevere.

Chapter Two

Posted on 2012-06-04

Darcy's Log
14 November 1811

She is here! Miss Elizabeth Bennet is at Netherfield with her sister, Miss Catherine Bennet. It began two days ago when Miss Catherine Bennet was sent to invite the Hursts, Miss Bingley, and any other interested members of the party to dine at Longbourn in two days time (tonight). Miss Catherine was caught in the rain and has taken ill. Miss Elizabeth has come to nurse her to health. Kingsley is in a right uproar over this intrusion, certain ECO was intending to awaken his sense of concern over the girl. He may be correct but one cannot assume someone, even ECO, to be so conniving as to risk her child's health. She is either too silly to be so clever, or too clever to be so silly.

Miss Bingley may be in an uproar internally but she refuses to speak of the Bennets. She is determined to believe Mrs. Bennet is responsible for her favorite pair of shoes and feathered turban being lost and found amongst the droppings of the horses last week. Pruett has addressed her brother regarding his concerns that Miss Bingley thinks speaking of the Bennets invites ill will but her brother sees no harm. She has, he revealed, been of this frame of mind for some time and better behaved for it.

ECO's POW, or Mr. Bennet, visited today whilst Bingley was calling with Pruett. Clever man. Intelligent and as it turns out, the one who warned us against matchmakers our first night here. Poor man, leg-shackled as he is, I imagine he envies us who are free. It is clear Miss Elizabeth's sympathies lie with him over his warden and so it can now be confirmed: Miss Elizabeth is a sympathetic ally to our cause.

Many have chosen to dine at Longbourn tonight but a few of us remain: Mr and Mrs. Hawley, Pruett, Hardwick, myself and of course the Bennet sisters. We spent a good evening together, excepting the ill Miss Catherine, in the drawing room. Miss Elizabeth has a razor wit and shows a readiness to expand her mind through the art of reading. She sides with Pruett, however, in the tomes of Spencer's The Faerie Queen. We three have spent the past two days debating Britomart and Malecasta--the subject would be a mark against any other lady but in this particular lady, it is only that she believes Britomart truly blind to Malecasta's intentions.

What inconstant cheek! She finds the idea of Aertegal's instantaneous love both flattering and true yet dismisses Britomart's own as infatuation. She claims he fell not for a pretty face but a worthy swordsman while Britomart could have only fallen for a face. I cannot say whether Miss Elizabeth offers her sex too much or too little credit. The argument only ceased when we came to agree whether either love be true or fleeting, it was, at least, necessary for Britomart to embark upon her journey.

Darcy's Log
16 November 1811

Kingsley has been at high dudgeon since returning from dining at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet saw fit to throw him in company of several young ladies. It appears with Miss Catherine at Netherfield and he eager to show ECO he was untouched, he was ill-prepared for the surprise attack. In the past he has been able to shake off, even enjoy, such attentions but perhaps the presence of one adversary so close to home has shaken him. He has retreated to his room though he has been spotted inquiring after Miss Catherine. She was well enough to leave her room today and he spoke at length with her for a time, presumably to see whether her illness has weakened her weaponry's effectiveness. Status MIA since.

He must be as eager to have the Misses Bennets leave as I.

Miss Elizabeth, sympathetic to our cause, seems not to be an ally after all. How else to explain such marked teasing flirtations directed at me? Further investigation by Fitzwilliam was insufficient to draw conclusion: He claims she pays me no special attention but clearly he is distracted by her charms. Furthermore, he laughed at the thought of Miss Elizabeth's attraction.

Fitzwilliam is not a well man.

Care must be given to observe Miss Elizabeth from afar--she may be sympathetic to our plight but that makes her the most dangerous of all. Neither friend nor foe, she may choose to become either at any given moment. She and her sister leave tomorrow--it has been a long time coming.

Darcy's Log
19 November 1811

That snake! That scoundrel! That rake! Wickham has found his way to Hertfordshire--a commission in the militia. Kingsley, Fitzwilliam, and I came upon him and the Misses Bennets and Bingley on our way to Longbourn.

What taradiddle must we suffer with him in the neighborhood? Fitzwilliam is rightfully miffed and quickly left. I have sent Bingley after him as Bingley is unlikely to ask questions. If they do not return soon, I shall seek them out myself. It is a shame Pruett would simply enjoy watching Fitzwilliam involved in a lacing as he has a particular talent for finding people.

Darcy's Log
20 November 1811

Mrs. Bennet is cleverer than we first presumed. We are suspicious the silliness she exudes is a front to hide the truly calculating and devious mind. The enemy has clearly seen we cannot be defeated as one and so has seen fit to force our group to break lest we offend our company. So preoccupied were we in remaining untouched by her attacks that we could not communicate, even silently, with one another in the midst of it. God help us if we had--we might have noticed the trap Hardwick found himself.

We did not notice his capture until it was too late. Once we were able to extricate him from the situation, he had already fallen to enemy tactics of snacks, flirtatious conversation and dubious charms. He claims it was all neighborly pleasantries and we hoped rather than believed him to be correct and immune, but this evening we heard him sigh alongside Bingley and murmur something that sounded suspiciously like "angel." Fitzwilliam is an optimistic soul and suggested that perhaps he muttered "strangle" instead. Fortunately, no declaration has been made and we hope Hardwick will find his way back to us erelong for our entreaties to him thus far have fallen upon deaf ears.

There is suspicion Hawley and Gordon, already trapped in matrimony and thus, addle-minded POWs, are encouraging Hardwick to join them in becoming tenants for life. Perhaps it is true what they say and misery does, indeed, enjoy company.

Whatever the case, the facts as they are stand are this: This evening, members of our party attended a supper at the Philipses. Fitzwilliam, being invited for his coat, was much aghast to see Wickham there as well and that he was attempting to converse with Miss Elizabeth. The Colonel was much distracted by it but managed to overhear that villain attempt to try and sully Miss Elizabeth's ear with his lies. He directly called Wickham on it. I wish to God I had been there to see Wickham taken to task but we must be discreet about such things. Luckily, with Miss Elizabeth's sympathies so engaged on behalf of our party, Wickham can have no occasion to further attempt such slander.

It was so preoccupied in this delightful task, Fitzwilliam failed to notice until later that Hardwick spent near the entirety of the evening with Miss Long. When pressed upon for an explanation, Hardwick suggested we all of us to be too wary and unwilling to enjoy good company. Poor man, he is normally of reasonable sense but we were not made aware how vulnerable he would be: Bingley only just informed us Hardwick's younger brother recently wed and his older entered fatherhood. Had we known, we might have paid the closer attention due him.

Kingsley, being closer to Hardwick than the rest of us, might be of more help but his spirit appears still much damaged from dining in enemy territory. He might have saved Hardwick this night but I understand spent much of it skulking about Miss Catherine in hopes of protecting her from the officers. With Wickham in their ranks, I can only sympathize for what sort ilk must Wickham choose to be amongst? In allegiance with the enemy she may be, but Miss Catherine seems genuinely unaware of what she is about when outside ECO's influence. Or have we underestimated the enemy to our disadvantage?

We shall pray for Hardwick and, Fitzwilliam suggests, Kingsley may be in need of saving as well. We shall have to keep close watch. It begins with sympathy for one in enemy's hands.

Fitzwilliam Darcy cursed the day he realized he had befriended Charles Bingley. If not for this friendship, certainly he would not be forced into Longbourn at the moment and thus, forced to sit still while Miss Lydia argued with her mother. Both stepped outside the room but Darcy was forced to remain inside with Miss Elizabeth as chaperones to his engaged friend and her sister.

"No Lydia," Mrs. Bennet was repeating for the umpteenth time, "I will not invite Mr. Wickham here and you will not marry him!"

This, Darcy was certain, could only be taken as proof that Mrs. Bennet was of some sensibilities, if not completely clever enough to have derived a silly front for herself.

"No, mama!" He could not hear if Miss Lydia stomped her foot in anger but he felt he had sketched her character enough to be able to assume she did so, "You must! You are just being mean as always--I wanted Captain Carter and you said he was for Mary King and then you sent him to Lizzy! Now I want Wickham and you won't let me have him. You just want me to grow old and die!" There was blessed silence for a moment as Mrs. Bennet replied.

Darcy turned his attention to Miss Elizabeth to continue their conversation when Miss Lydia's voice rose again from outside the room.

"But why should I have to wait til they are married?! Though I'm the youngest, I'm the tallest--mama, I will marry my Wickham and you cannot stop me!" The sounds of feet pounding up the stairs followed Miss Lydia's dramatic statement and all in the room looked towards the door for a moment.

"Well," Miss Elizabeth drew his attention back to her, "you were telling me about your sister? I cannot imagine having only one sister--pray tell, is she like any of mine?" Her eyes flashed teasingly and a smile forced one corner of her lips to rise.

Darcy could not help it--he sent her a smile of his own. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt himself relax as Mrs. Bennet, who had entered the room soon after, made note that if she did not wish to interrupt Mr. Bingley and her eldest daughter, she would be forced to converse with her least favorite child and the disagreeable Mr. Darcy. As he knew she would, she wrinkled her nose in distaste and spun around, taking her leave as she left the room.

Knowing it was the presence of Miss Elizabeth with him that chased the matriarch away, he made a greater effort to speak to the young lady by way of thanks. The half-hour passed far quicker than he wished and when an invitation was issued to join the family for dinner, he was pleasantly surprised to find Bingley's eager acceptance was not so very opposite to his own feelings. Mrs. Bennet attempted to run the conversation at dinner, making several pointed remarks at her second child that compared unfavorably with her current favorite and most beautiful.

She was, Darcy realized, attempting to praise her eldest child to the already besotted Bingley and in doing so, injuring her second. His sympathy rose as he watched Miss Elizabeth's face flush and lips thin when she prevented herself from replying. Observing her grateful looks of thanks directed towards her father and older sister when they played interference with her mother, he thought if she prevented her mother's attention towards him by her presence, he could at least lend his conversation to prevent her mother from seeking hers.

Darcy's Log
21 November 1811

Called on Longbourn with Bingley today--Miss Elizabeth is an ally. Mrs. Bennet was in high form, throwing Misses Catherine, Mary, and Lydia at me at separate times. She grew quiet when Miss Elizabeth arrived from her daily walk and was openly upset when we all greeted Miss Elizabeth. Attempted to convince me Miss Mary could play the pianoforte well and was displeased when Miss Elizabeth offered to turn the pages for her sister.

She actively avoids being near when Miss Elizabeth and I are together and we are left in peace. Miss Elizabeth smells like lavender and enjoys philosophy.

It was Fletcher who informed them and they, bored as they were trapped indoors by the rain, who made the mistake of encouraging his gossip.

"Why Darcy," Fletcher cried, "I did not know you were friends with that Wynda--no no, Wickham!"

"I beg your pardon?!" both Darcy and his cousin were affronted.

"I cannot imagine," continued Fletcher, unaware of the offence he had given, "being thrown always in that family's sphere." He sniffed, an action eerily reminiscent of his cousin Miss Bingley. "It's deuced lucky Mrs. Bennet doesn't care for you. Now that she's told Lady Lucas Wickham is for her youngest, you'll be forced often into her company."

"Wickham? Miss Lydia?" Colonel Fitzwilliam snorted and then laughed outright. "Fletcher, you've gone mad!"

"No, it is true!" cried the gossip. "And everyone in this forsaken county is saying if Mrs. Bennet says it is so, then it will be! She told Colonel Forster to make sure Wickham attends the ball and the Colonel promised he would--he owes his marriage to her, you know. Would not look at his wife until Mrs. Bennet had them seated together for dinner one day and now he looks nowhere else! Everyone thought he might ask for Miss Pratt but Mrs. Bennet said it wasn't so and now Miss Pratt is engaged to Officer Denny too."

"God God, Fletcher!" Pruett aroused from his seat, "All this on dit? All fiddle faddle! --Here I thought you wished to join the gentry and now I find you attempting a living as a gabster!"

"It is not nonsense--why, I have it from Mrs. Philips and Lady Lucas themselves!" Fletcher defended himself, now offended as well. "Everyone knows Mrs. Bennet has set Miss Lydia's caps on Mr. Wickham and Mrs. Philips says 'tis only a matter of time now! Tell them, Bingley," Fletcher turned to his relation, "everyone is always saying how Mrs. Bennet captured you for her eldest!"

"Fletcher," Bingley frowned, "I am certain it was of my own volition I petitioned for Miss Bennet's hand. Mrs. Bennet had no say in it--why, Miss Bennet is an angel! No one need convince anyone for her hand."

"Say Bingley," Colonel Fitzwilliam leaned close to the man, "how did you come to choose Miss Bennet to marry you?"

Bingley's smile was instantaneous and infectious as he leaned back in his seat. "Oh it was fate..." he began in a dreamy voice.

"…And then she said, 'I enjoyed our dance as well,'" Bingley sighed happily. Those present in the room shared a look with one another.

"That is all well and good, Bingley," Hardwick said, "but that only tells us when you met Miss Bennet. When did you decide you wished to marry her?"

"Oh." Bingley sat up, back straight then shrugged, "Well, I suppose it was when Mrs. Bennet received a missive from a childhood friend of hers. The friend's son sought Miss Bennet's attention when they visited the year before." He frowned, jealousy flashing in his eyes, "Mrs. Bennet thought Miss Bennet might benefit from visiting that family during new year." He huffed as much as he was capable of it, "Miss Bennet said she and the son were only friends but I knew better. I knew what he wished for! How could anyone just be friends with her?!" he sighed as his thoughts drifted once again to his betrothed.

"Er…yes…" Pruett nodded knowingly whilst simultaneously sending a confused look around the room and shrugging. "Say Bingley, why don't you tell us why Miss Bingley is so adamant that Mrs. Bennet is after her?" To his credit, Bingley looked genuinely bewildered.

"Caroline? Mrs. Benne--oh, yes, well," he flushed and took a deep breath. "Caroline is simply allowing her imagination to get the best of her. Mrs. Bennet is known for getting her way and Caroline has taken that idea to the extreme." Though he hid his eyes, Darcy and several others in the room knew him well enough to know he rolled it. "She became inordinately careless when it became clear I was courting Miss Bennet. Louisa and I think she may simply be unhappy to be replaced as mistress of a home. Mrs. Bennet had a cousin who became troubled when her brother married and she began misplacing objects and becoming rather clumsy in her distress--she told me about her when I was worried about Caroline.

Once, we dined at the Philipses and Caroline spent the entirety of it in a foul mood. I did not notice but somehow, she managed to spill and drop so much of what we were to eat on herself, Hurst looked to her gown to remember the menu. She claimed Mrs. Bennet had purposely elbowed her a single bite every dish so she would spill but Mrs. Bennet had been speaking to myself and J--Miss Bennet that meal. I should have noticed her elbowing Caroline, though she is fond of gesticulating wildly, is she not?"

Darcy's Log
26 November 1811

The ball honoring Miss Bennet and her future position as mistress of Netherfield will soon commence. Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst have spoken of nothing else. Bingley is distracted by his angel. Hardwick, God help him, remains as lost as ever to us. Kingsley has been heard cursing from within his room--we have reason to believe he is cursing life as Pruett and my valet report hearing the words "Damned youth! Damn all this dratted silliness!" come from inside.

Perhaps Kingsley is unaware maturity does not ascend with age, as evident by many in our society.

Bingley apologizes, first to me then my cousin for inviting the entire militia tonight. Fitzwilliam is eager to confront Wickham and hopes to chase him away.

This will be an insufferable night.

A truce had been called. It was not an official truce but it enough for tonight. Mrs. Bennet's attention was on no man but two: Firstly, there was her soon-to-be son throwing the ball. Secondly, there was her resignedly hoped for future son, Mr. George Wickham, whom her youngest and longest-held favorite was determined to have. Though she had clearly and vocally argued against the match for her Lydia, it was clear to all present, including the man himself, she had capitulated to her daughter's demands.

Darcy and Fitzwilliam were sorry for the girl, spoiled as she was, but all too pleased to see Wickham's attempts to dispatch himself from the role as Mrs. Bennet's future son-to-be meet quick deaths in the hands of either one of the silliest or most clever woman of their mutual acquaintance. He was, if his reddening visage and clenched jaw was any indication, not pleased at the effortless, if perhaps not politic, way Mrs. Bennet managed him. His sour mood only became moreso when he noted Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy standing close enough to hear, if the smirks on their faces were any indication.

"Mrs. Bennet, I should be very happy to have Miss Lydia for a set but surely you would not wish me so rude as to offend our hosts by not dancing with their party?"

"Oh Mr. Wickham, that gallantry does you credit," Mrs. Bennet fluttered, "but I have spoken with Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley and they are understanding souls. You may dance every set with Lydia with their permission!" Wickham's face paled and he blanched at the thought, swallowing hard.

"Surely not, madam, for I would not wish to create talk of your very lovely daughter by so singling her out."

"Oh Mr. Wickham that is so kind of you and so very, very thoughtful. Isn't Mr. Wickham so very thoughtful Lydia?" Mrs. Bennet turned to her youngest who sighed and smiled lustily at Mr. Wickham. "Oh how well you look in that redcoat!" Mrs. Bennet tittered. "But of course you must not dance every set with my dear sweet Lydia, even though she is so very pretty and lively--who could be more lively? Why, you have been promised to dance a set with the Misses Longs, and of course there is Miss Lucas as well!" Mrs. Bennet positively beamed at Mr. Wickham, whose face turned to confusion.

"I have?"

"Oh, of course Mr. Wickham! Why I have promised those girls myself you would!" She grinned easily at the paling soldier as her eyes narrowed in warning. "And you shall--after you dance a set with Lydia. You may, of course, have Lydia's final set as well. Is that not available, Lydia?"

"Of course, mama."

"Splendid--oh how fine this is for my girl--two sets and with such a handsome officer!" Mrs. Bennet giggled and when Wickham tried to step back, he realized she had somehow grabbed hold of his arm without his noticing. Mrs. Bennet, Wickham learned, had an abnormally firm grip.

"Oh, but it is too late for this set now! No Mr. Wickham, we may enjoy your company further--oh, Colonel Forster! Colonel Forster! How are you this evening--Mrs. Forster looks mighty well in her gown."

"Good evening Mrs. Bennet, Miss Lydia, Mr. Wickham." The Colonel bowed his greetings to the ladies and nodded at the man, "How do you find yourselves this evening?"

"Oh well, well," Mrs. Bennet enthused, "why, Mr. Wickham here has been ever so kind and gentlemanly. He has promised to dance a set each with both Misses Longs--such dear girls--and Miss Lucas as well. And of course, he has my Lydia for two sets," Mrs. Bennet paused to look and smile indulgently at her favorite and youngest child who merely giggled loudly, a hand covering her mouth when she snorted. "Oh, but Mr. Wickham! Surely you do not mean to insult your colonel--you must be wanting to dance a set with Mrs. Forster as well! Did I not hear your tell Mr. Pratt you found her to be exceedingly delightful?"

"I…that is, I had not--I mean," Wickham looked at Mrs. Bennet, then Colonel Forster who looked upon the fluttering woman with some indulgence and Wickham with none, and then repeated the action. "I am sure, as erm, delightful as Mrs. Forster is, the Colonel would wish to have her to himself for every set."

"Not at all Mr. Wickham," Colonel Forster cheerily announced, "My dear Harriet would grow quite dull of me if I were to monopolize her attentions all this evening. You may, if you so wish, ask her for a set though her card may no longer be free."

"Oh dear Mrs. Forster," Mrs. Bennet shrilled, "I have never seen her so happy as with you, Colonel."

"We both owe your our every gratitude, madam," Colonel Forster nodded his head solemnly.

"Oh Colonel, how you flatter me," Mrs. Bennet shrugged diffidently. "But I did nothing--why I remember how pleased I was that you and Mrs. Forster--" She broke off and turned to Wickham who was obliged to cease his attempts at removing his person from her grasp, "She was Miss Harriet Clarke then--" and then returned her attention to the Colonel, "were so very fond of one another. I had entertained such hopes for you both from the very beginning and oh--oh I remember how so very quiet your Mrs. Forster became when you paid some attention to Miss Pratt at first. They were never so very close as you know, not like my Lydia and Mrs. Forster." Mrs. Bennet again beamed at her youngest who had yet to remove her eyes from Wickham.

"Indeed," Colonel Forster nodded his head again, a slight frown upon his face as he tried to recall if his wife was particularly upset with either he or Miss Pratt.

"Oh, but how worried you must be for Mrs. Forster's future happiness," Mrs. Bennet shook her head, clucking her tongue sadly.

"I do not understand your meaning," Colonel Forster's posture straightened as he sent a sharp, quizzical look at the older woman. "What has happened?" He looked in the direction of his wife worriedly.

"Oh nothing, nothing Colonel," Mrs. Bennet rushed to console. "It is only a woman can become so lonely when she is away from her friends and female confidantes." A quick meaningful stare at her youngest daughter, "And we do not know how very long the militia may remain here, where she is amongst family and friends. Oh do not worry Colonel--I am so very sorry to make you worry--but you know dear Mrs. Forster will not complain one bit so long as she is with you, even if she may long dreadfully for the company of her dearest friends whilst you must be away from her. I know my dear Lydia, who finds in Mrs. Forster a particular friend, shall dreadfully be missing her."

"Yes, yes," The Colonel murmured, almost to himself, "the army is no friend to a woman. Has she no friends amongst the other officers' wives?"

"Oh those ladies are passable for a time but they did not befriend her until after she married. How could she ever be certain they wish for her company and not simply desire to better their husbands' standing with you? She is too kind-hearted to see such malice in them now but mark my words, Colonel, she shall be dreadfully disappointed if she should ever learn of any deceit in her new friends. Oh but what am I saying--I am sure there may be one or two quick enough who will see your wife for the truly kind pretty soul she is though she may never be truly easy in knowing it and of course, I know my Lydia desires to keep a regular correspondence with her. Oh what letters they will write one another-- to try and ease such loneliness, such want for a dear friend missed. It is only so very sad Lydia must remain here and cannot travel with your wife." Mrs. Bennet sighed, the very picture of despondency and despair.

"Mama?" Lydia asked, face aghast, "Mrs. Forster told me she would invited me wherever the militia were to next go!"

"Oh yes dear, but we could not let you go, not when we do not know where and you and your Mr. Wickham's courtship is so unsteady at this time--no Lydia, we could not part with you, not even for Mrs. Forster's happiness."

"Madam," Colonel Forster spoke all seriousness, "Mrs. Forster and I would be pleased to host, and keep close chaperone of, Miss Lydia."

"Of course I know, Colonel Forster--it is only that my Lydia's courtship with Mr. Wickham--" here, the Colonel sent a surprised look between Lydia and his officer, "is simply that, a courtship. Oh he has her for two sets and so I am ever so certain he will wish to marry her for he has expressed a desire to dance every set with her if only propriety would allow but how could we allow our dearest, liveliest, Lydia to marry an officer in your regiment when we cannot be certain he will care for her as best he could? I hear the most dreadful vices can grab hold of a man in the army and my girls, as you know, have only themselves to recommend them and little else. Oh, if only they had a brother then we would not need worry if our girls might fall prey to a man who, certainly, could only feel the deepest affection for them, but may be prone to incurring debts he is unable to discharge." A deep sigh left the matriarch and Wickham paled, moreso than any present had ever seen another person pale.

"Mrs. Bennet, I had no idea Mr. Wickham was paying court to Miss Lydia! Certainly as Mrs. Forster's dearest friend, Miss Lydia's well-being is significant to me and as Mr. Wickham is an officer under my command, his actions are paramount. I give you my word, madam, you need have no fear of Mr. Wickham falling prey to those vices other officers may suffer for I shall keep him close to me and, I hope in due time, when the militia must away from Hertfordshire, my wife may be able to depend on having her dearest friend part with us?"

"Oh Colonel Forster, you are too good!" Mrs. Bennet shrilled, at last letting go of her grip on the slack-jawed Wickham. "How very kind, how very gallant! Oh, how lucky we are to count you as friend--and how very lucky, how very happy and pleased Mrs. Forster shall be to have her particular friend so near! Oh--oh, the next set is to begin--Mr. Wickham, Lydia, you had best be off now!"

An exuberant Lydia easily led a distressed Wickham amongst the other couples, she filled with the determination that is made most dangerous by ignorance and he made weak by the knowledge that in all his ungentlemanly pursuits, he could no longer partake without fear, if at all.

A ways from them stood the silent forms of Colonel Fitzwilliam and Fitzwilliam Darcy, alternating between healthy admiration and terrible worry of the Bennet matriarch and each dosed with a healthy helping of amusement on Wickham's predicament.

"Fitzwilliam," Darcy breathed, "Am I to understand Mrs. Bennet has managed Wickham?" Beside him, his cousin looked at Wickham who was clearly in a state of shock as he went through the motions of the dance.

"I do not know whether to laugh at the man," he sent a look towards Mrs. Bennet who was happily enumerating on the many goodness of Colonel Forster and his wife to the couple (he blushing, she utterly flattered), "or pity him. I shall enjoy either!" He grinned, "But come Darce--Darcy? Where are you off to?"

"Mrs. Bennet is on her way over," Darcy turned to look over his shoulders, "And she has that look Miss Bingley so often has in her eyes. I am looking for Miss Elizabeth to stave her off--you may wish to find Miss Mary 'fore you join Wickham in awaiting certain matrimony!"

Darcy's Log
26 November 1811
Addendum

Mrs. Bennet is surely amongst the cleverest minds bent on matrimony for her daughters and the ladies of her acquaintance. ECO managed to catch me unawares once, a repentant Fitzwilliam and Miss Mary in tow. She attempted to launch an attack by way of Miss Robertson but I have fought better adversaries than the young miss, sillier even than Miss Lydia Bennet. I managed to deflect by calling their attentions to Fletcher, who was so foolish as to attempt to pass unnoticed in the midst of battle.

The distraction successful, I was able to reach safety. If not for Miss Elizabeth, I shudder to think what I have endured. ECO has shown herself a worthy foe in handling others: Wickham has been caught--Fitzwilliam and I take heart in knowing if the girl cannot keep him from indulging, surely Colonel Forster and Wickham's now evident fear of Mrs. Bennet shall. Our pleasure is lessened by the knowledge ECO is rightly so a figure to be feared.

Kingsley finds himself teetering between capture and release--he claims Miss Catherine is, by herself, not so unpleasant but in company of her younger sister he is little impressed. Pruett is enjoying the attentions of several young ladies and shows favor to none. Of us all he may be the strongest for his age, too, gives him strength those closer to mine or Fitzwilliam's may have lost as maturity called.

Milbank ought to be strong, being of the same age as Kingsley, but he must be weaker in resolve for he danced one set with Miss Lucas and sat another out with her. Both were AWOL for a short time. Fitzwilliam informs me that to attempt rescue of him is a lost cause. He has seen men fall in battle before and Milbank has all the signs of a fall that cannot be stopped save by his own making. We can only pray he shall find his way back to us, as Hardwick appears to have.

Hardwick is to London for a short duration. We are pleased to learn he has at last come back to us and though he has not shared with us his reasons for departing so quickly, we believe we know it. The enemy had taken him in for so long, it is only natural he should wish to put great distance between himself and Miss Long so that he might recover fully. Perhaps upon his return, he may be a source of strength for Milbank whose own situation is so similar to his.

Bingley and Miss Bennet are a pleasure as a couple. I attempted to spend time with the two on my own but Mrs. Long and then Mrs. Bennet were intent on pushing my attention elsewhere. Pruett attempted rescue but was waylaid by the specialized tactics of Miss Lucas and Miss King. Fitzwilliam next attempted but Mrs. Forster called his attention to herself and Colonel Forster. Luckily, he was with Miss Elizabeth and sent her in his stead. Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Long were no match for the combined might of Miss Elizabeth and I and retreated. Bingley, the two Misses Bennets, and I spent a pleasurable half-hour together before the engaged couple chose to depart for a set.

Knowing Miss Elizabeth enjoys to dance, I offered myself at her service in thanks for saving me from ECO's deadly attacks. I fear I shall never be able to repay her her friendship for we are often in one another's company, not simply as ECO is unable to withstand our combined presence but because Bingley and Miss Bennet are often in need of proper chaperones. It would be most trying to be often in the company of someone less pleasing. Miss Elizabeth does not enjoy debating books in a ballroom but she does enjoy teasing me. Particularly on what she deems my insupportable habit of gazing out of windows as I will never be comfortable around strangers if I do not practice. I informed her she was quite an efficient teacher in such arts and wondered if she tired of my practicing with her. Miss Elizabeth has a most unusual laugh--it does not sound so very different from others at first but there is something there, a lightness that sneaks upon you and lingers long after the lady herself has left. It is rather fetching.

Mission Status: Steady, with slight signs of stress.

Mission Prospect: Tread cautiously, victory shall be ours!

Chapter Three

Posted on 2012-06-07

Darcy's Log
1 December 1811

This morning brought news that Captain Carter is engaged to Miss Mary King. That toothless scoundrel--to attach himself to another so soon after paying attentions to Miss Elizabeth! Fitzwilliam and I sought Miss Elizabeth's company to be assured of her spirits. Is there a kinder soul?--the young lady gives them every wish of felicity and assures us she is in remarkable spirits. It would seem that coxcomb has, this entire time even whilst (understandably so) paying attention to Miss Elizabeth, been pining for Miss King and she, in noticing his marked attentions elsewhere, him.

ECO is surprisingly effluvious in her praise of the newly betrothed pair--in front of her own daughter! Surely Miss Elizabeth must be feeling some slight as all sensible women would (Fitzwilliam and I agree: Miss Mary King is nothing to her!) and to have her mother compound on it. Kingsley successfully interrogated Miss Catherine who revealed all: Captain Carter was, as she says, hopelessly in love (Good God! What sort of vulgarity is this?) with Miss King but the young lady of 10,000 pounds paid him little attention. Mrs. Bennet agreed to aid him in his quest, thereby disturbing the peace (and, dare we hope not her heart?) of her most impressive daughter. It would seem Miss Mary King then took note of the Captain.

Our enemy is either blind in their devotion or not as united as we presumed, to have ECO pair two of hers against one another. Milbank says Miss Lucas is fond of Mrs. Bennet so we shall tentatively assume it be the former. Fools, all of them!

"Darcy!" Colonel Fitzwilliam marched into the room with the impatience of a child, an almost troublesome hilarity and delight on his visage. "Darcy, you will not believe what Mrs. Forster has told me!"

"Truly, Fitzwilliam?" Darcy groused, "Has time away from the army turned you hen?"

"Oh-ho Darce, there will be no teasing today!" the Colonel fairly cackled with glee. "You must come to Meryton with me--any trouble you make shall surely be worth the look when you see Wickham!"

"Wickham!" Darcy hissed and jumped to his feet, "What has he done now?!"

"Oh no Darce," a pause as the Colonel seemed to try and regain his bearings, or at least stop vibrating with laughter, "the question is, what has been done to him?"

"I do not take your meaning."

"Oh very well, sit, sit Darce, and your most favored cousin will tell all!" Colonel Fitzwilliam collapsed onto a nearby seat heavily with the airs of one exasperated and giving great sacrifice. "As you know, I went to Meryton today to visit the officers and who do I see but Wickham," he stopped and joined Darcy in his growl, "seated by Colonel Forster! Well naturally, I could ignore Wickham but not my fellow Colonel and when I went to give my greetings, I could not refuse to look at that blackguard without causing gossip. Imagine my surprise when I turn to Wickham and see him with an eye black as night!

Naturally, being so concerned as I was, I asked him who he attempted to cheat to get such a badge and would you know it? Mrs. Forster told every soul present--the young lady may not understand discretion but she certainly can garner attention!

It would seem that stupid Wickham was seen attempting to call the attention of Miss King to himself--the villagers believe he was unaware of her new standing as engaged but we know better, don't we Darce?--having heard of her 10,000 pound fortune. Well, Miss King naturally told Captain Carter of Wickham's attention and the man--" Colonel Fitzwilliam stopped for a moment, as if he was unsure if he had heard correctly, "well damn strange it was. Captain Carter did not call Wickham on it but he did visit Longbourn directly. Next we understand, Mrs. Bennet is demanding Mr. Bennet see that Wickham marry Miss Lydia as soon as may be to keep him from leaving her a jilt but the man, naturally, refuses.

Well Mrs. Bennet had Captain Carter and Mr. Denny warn Wickham directly that he was not to trifle with Miss Lydia but you and I know Wickham--the fool is a stubborn cad! He chose to trifle with Miss Lydia and word has it he attempted to flirt with Miss King right in Mrs. Bennet's sister's own home! Well Mrs. Bennet went over with Miss Lydia and they say he was a frightful mess when the two came into the home. Mrs. Philips attempted to make peace with them and could only calm Wickham and her niece.

Mrs. Bennet was in such a state with her nerves the party feared for her health and she was directed to lie down for a spell. Wickham managed to extract himself from Miss Lydia and was on his way out when what should happen but something wet fall all over him! It seems Mrs. Bennet had a dreadful attack of nerves for she grew sick and spilled it outdoors, right over Wickham!" There was no hiding the outright laughter and glee the Colonel felt now, a large, almost admiring smile on his face as he imagined the events of the story unfolding.

"That is amusing and well-deserved to be sure, Fitzwilliam," said his still-staid cousin, "but what happened to Wickham's eye?"

"Oh well that is just it--Mrs. Bennet was so distraught over what had occurred she insisted upon seeing to it Wickham was provided a wet cloth to clean himself--and then decided she would clean his face for him. Well, she was in quite the state--you have seen her attack of nerves before--and when she went to wipe, she shook so hard she tripped and punched him….right in the eye!" The Colonel howled with laughter, entire body shaking with delight as Darcy himself bent his face low to hide the smile that threatened to become more.

"Oh ho Darce, I cannot imagine how much better this could be save if we had been there to witness it ourselves! And now Wickham must wander about with his eye blackened by an old bitty, his name blackened by his own acts, and forever with Colonel Forster's eye on him. The Colonel does not take kindly to those who attempt to call upon young ladies already spoken for, particularly when they are spoken for by fellow officers!"

Darcy's Log
2 December 1811

Fitzwilliam shared intelligence regarding an altercation between Mrs. Bennet and Wickham today. To verify it myself, Fitzwilliam and I went with Bingley to call upon Longbourn and whilst there, Wickham and Colonel Forster visited as well. The story is confirmed as fact. Repeat: FACT.

Mrs. Bennet must have the strength of five grown men for I have never seen someone's eye so black or tightly-shut as Wickham's. It was a delightful call as Wickham was forced on his best behavior and we have reason to believe he is adequately fearful of Mrs. Bennet, if the whimpers from his direction when she was nearby were any indication. He seems wary of Miss Lydia as well but she is as taken with him as ever. She said he looked quite dashing (foolish) with his injury and joked perhaps she would see her mother sick every day to keep him looking so! We all laughed but Wickham did not and looked sick himself. ECO apologized to him again but she was pouring tea at the time and her reflection on the silver tray did not look it.

We now know ECO is fiercely protective of her young--or at least, the youngest. Care must be taken to ensure she does not single any particular man out for her remaining children for it may be detrimental to our health if she does. Kingsley has been warned and is rightfully skittish at the news. Miss Catherine appears well-taken with him though thankfully, ECO has yet to grab hold of him as she has Wickham.

Miss Elizabeth and I are the only capable chaperones for Bingley and Miss Bennet. We were to chaperone with Miss Lydia and Wickham today as well but Miss Lydia dragged Wickham elsewhere and the man could not release himself from her grip. Miss Elizabeth noted Miss Lydia is much like their mother--a future ECO, in the making? We shall have to keep an eye on it. Colonel Fitzwilliam remained indoors with Colonel Forster discussing one matter or another and so shall be apprised accordingly.

I shall need to see if Bingley has a copy of Coleridge's Christabel in his library. Miss Elizabeth made a reference to it I do not clearly recall.

Darcy's Log
3 December 1811

A good man fell today.

Hardwick fought a valiant battle but at five and twenty, he succumbed to the machinations of Mrs. Bennet. He seemed at peace when he arrived two days prior from London but this morning, he announced that he had proposed and been accepted by Miss Long. When I think how we should have protected him better, how we were so foolish as to think him recovered!

Fitzwilliam suggested we shoot him to end his suffering but we shall follow Pruett's suggestion and allow for a moment of silence.

Hardwick, that poor man. He was not the most sensible of us but we shall miss him all the same.

Darcy's Log
6 December 1811

Good God! Milbank has begun courtship of Miss Maria Lucas! Another one, lost! If ever he finds himself free what entrapments she holds, how shall we ever face him?

ECO is a strange sort of enemy. She has stated now that Miss Mary Bennet shall not marry Colonel Fitzwilliam as theirs is a companionship of friends and no more. She rather openly laments that Colonel Fitzwilliam must look upon funds to marry for "the son of an earl! What that would be for Mary or Kitty!" Kingsley appears much distressed by the news-- perhaps he worries she shall direct Miss Mary's attention towards him in the interim. Pruett is enjoying his flirtations as Mrs. Bennet has been heard to lament he shall not be settled down for some time yet. His enjoyment is made partial by ECO's declaration that he will be fallen to Miss Mary.

Miss Elizabeth suggests my concern of Milbank's fall is impudent, as he believes he shall have no cause to repine. I begged to differ. When Miss Elizabeth grows upset, her face flushes pink and her eyes take the look of fire.

Darcy's Log
9 December 1811

Miss Elizabeth has been piqued with me of late so I sought to offer peace by way of seeking her advice on what to buy Georgiana. The temporary ceasefire went well until dratted Fitzwilliam interrupted to ask her what to purchase for Georgiana as well. She is my sister and Fitzwilliam would do well to remember Miss Mary is his friend and Miss Elizabeth is mine!

Darcy's Log
9 December 1811
Addendum

We have been deceived, sorely so. Miss Elizabeth Bennet is no ally--she is their greatest and most secret weapon! Stealth, unlike others. I must away 'fore her fine eyes and cunning mind does me in! I cannot avoid this county completely but I shall make my excuses to Bingley and return in time for his wedding.

Oddly, Fitzwilliam will not accompany me--he thinks me a fool who assumes Miss Elizabeth has designs on my person and will not leave until the 23rd as planned. Has my cousin fallen into a trap of Miss Mary's making? Or perhaps he is in league with Miss Elizabeth? That traitor!

Darcy's Log
13 December 1811

It has been four days since I departed Hertfordshire. Fitzwilliam writes to say Miss Elizabeth has asked after me and appears in lesser spirits. Clever woman--she has used my cousin to dare entice me to return.

I will not be had!

Darcy's Log
15 December 1811

I purchased a book for Georgiana today. It has occurred to me it is a peculiar choice as I do not believe Georgiana has expressed any interest in reading it or any like it in the past.

Darcy's Log
15 December 1811
Addendum

Damn. Damn damn damn! The book was for her!

I shall conquer this--I shall! She will be vanquished from my mind!

Darcy's Log
17 December 1811

Mrs. Annesley asked after my health today--it would seem Georgiana worries my recent spate of foul mood is of her doing. I have assured her it is not.

Damn her--damn him! Damn Hertfordshire! Fitzwilliam writes to say he is enjoying Miss Elizabeth's company and is very pleased that I am no longer present to monopolize it. I have never monopolized her attention--she has monopolized mine! How dare she use her wit and humor to draw me in--how dare she not warn me of her intelligent eyes and how it can transform pretty to uncommonly so?!

Darcy's Log
18 December 1811

I thought I smelled lavender today and fear I gave Mrs. Malcolm quite a fright. She has assured me there is no lavender anywhere within the townhouse.

Georgiana asks if I am well and how I found Hertfordshire. She wishes, in particular, to know more of the Miss Elizabeth Bennet I had written her of--drat it all! I am certain I made mentions of many other acquaintances in Hertfordshire. Fitzwilliam has set her up to this, I am sure of it!

Darcy's Log
21 December 1811

Georgiana has shown me her letters. I suppose if I were her, I would be curious of this mysterious young lady my older brother foolishly waxes on to the near exclusion of all else.

Unfortunately, she has shown me Fitzwilliam's letters to her as well, to prove he had not put her up to any task. He has been remiss in his letters to me for he has made no mention of the marked attentions he has been paying Miss Elizabeth. What could he be about?

He claims Miss Elizabeth has been in lowered spirits of late and he seeks merely to improve the spirits of a friend--how dare he seek to use Miss Elizabeth's vulnerability to improve her opinion of him!

Darcy's Log
23 December 1811

Fitzwilliam is here. He has made no effort to tell me of Hertfordshire and tells Georgiana if I am so curious to know of its going-ons, I may ask him myself. Can a man not simply wonder if his sister would be interested in Hertfordshire or whether Miss Elizabeth Bennet's spirits is much recovered in peace? The army has turned Fitzwilliam suspicious.

Darcy's Log
25 December 1811

Georgiana enjoyed the music I bought her as well as the ribbons from Fitzwilliam. Miss Elizabeth has fine taste for Georgiana was much excited by her gifts.

Fitzwilliam has a peculiar tone when he speaks of Hertfordshire and Miss Elizabeth. I do not care for it.

Darcy's Log
25 December 1811
Addendum

Damn him! Damn damn damn! I was much mistaken--Miss Elizabeth has been innocent in all this. Clearly Fitzwilliam must have been of mind to take her from me and tricked me into leaving--I have been betrayed by my own cousin, my bachelor-in-arms! He has no desire to remain a bachelor, of course, and this entire time he must have secretly been wishing to engage the affections of Miss Elizabeth.

He told me just now he may have been in error to assume he must marry a lady of fortune for he imagines, with the right partner, a comfortable life with a lady of little to no fortune could give him no cause to repine. He suggests decisions must be made quickly and surmises, correctly, that Miss Elizabeth's worth cannot be hidden and thus, the lady shall be quickly taken. He dared smile at me as if I were ignorant to all of this!

That snake! He is wanting to take Miss Elizabeth from me!

Poor Elizabeth, how could she have known her dear friend the Colonel is exercising such thoughts of her?

Darcy's Log
28 December 1811

Fitzwilliam is not a snake. I shall apologize to him before we leave for Bingley's wedding.

Poor Elizabeth! How confused she must be by my abominable behavior! Fitzwilliam says she expects nothing from me but how could she not--I have examined my behavior at Hertfordshire and intentionally or not, I clearly showed all my regard for her. I can only hope, sweet, kind, generous soul that she is, she shall forgive me for leaving.

Darcy's Log
30 December 1811

Fitzwilliam and I were the last to arrive at Netherfield today but arrived in time to call on Longbourn. Pruett wished to know why we desired to visit enemy territory so soon after our journey--poor fool has no idea it is the heart of Hertfordshire. Fitzwilliam seems to eager to call, however, and I was forced to remind him Miss Mary may expect more from him if he does not calm himself. That traitor implied it was not Miss Mary he was eager to see.

It was not my fault my horse grew temperamental and attempted to head butt him. I swear my hands on the reigns had nothing to do with it.

Regardless of what he says, I am also not responsible for ECO's learning that a lady of fortune was not necessarily in his future. It is clear she has spies everywhere. Even London.

Longbourn, the single men of the Netherfield party learned when they called upon it again the following day, was in a state of frenzy. Mrs. Bennet was in high form and as a consequence, so were the company already present. Captain Carter and his intended, Miss King (Darcy sent the former a look meant to convey how foolish he believed him to be to prefer Miss King over Miss Elizabeth but it came out threatening instead and Captain Carter cautiously took a step backwards) were present, the male calm in the face of the shrieking and squealing Miss King, Miss Lydia, and Mrs. Bennet were engaged in. Wickham, oddly enough, was slack-jawed, mouth opening and closing without uttering a sound.

"What is all this noise?!" Mr. Bennet exclaimed, having come to investigate what dared to disturb the peace in his study.

"Oh Mr. Bennet," Mrs. Bennet cried, handkerchief waving wildly in the air, "our Lydia is to be married!"

"Married?! To whom?"

"To Mr. Wickham! He has just now asked! Oh how romantic--he asked her so very quietly I could not hear but when Lydia said yes and laughed, I knew it could only be marriage!"

"Is this true?" Mr. Bennet turned stern eyes to the gaping Mr. Wickham, who seemed unaware of what was occurring. "Young man, have you no decorum? Did it not occur to you to ask me for permission to marry my daughter?"

"Permission?" Mr. Wickham repeated, "Marry? Daughter?"

"Well that is certainly possible, Mr. Wickham. Which daughter had you in mind?"

"Oh Mr. Bennet, how you tease him so! Of course Mr. Wickham means to marry Lydia!" Mrs. Bennet exclaimed and hugged her favorite child, who giggled loudly alongside Miss Mary King. To their side stood Captain Carter who was merely grinning, almost maliciously, at Mr. Wickham.

"Lydia?" Mr. Wickham repeated, dumbly.

"Very well, Mr. Wickham, if you insist upon it, you may marry Lydia."

"Insist?" Cried Mr. Wickham, suddenly alert and aware of what was occurring.

"As you wish, Mr. Wickham!" Mr. Bennet threw his hands up in exasperation, "I accept your insistence--Mrs. Bennet, you may tell all you wish I have permitted Mr. Wickham to marry Lydia. Just please, leave me in peace!" Turning round, Mr. Bennet left the room in a huff as Mrs. Bennet squealed and hugged her youngest and most favorite child closer, then turned and hugged a gaping Mr. Wickham, pinching his cheeks in welcome.

"Congratulations, Wickham," Captain Carter slapped his fellow officer on the back heartily, forcing the unresponsive man to tumble forward several steps. "We shall go directly to Colonel Forster and Mrs. Forster to share the good news--Mrs. Forster shall be so thrilled to have Miss Lydia's company everywhere we go."

Wickham's humiliation was only complete when he turned and saw the Netherfield party standing there.

"Congratulations Wickham," Colonel Fitzwilliam smirked and stepped forward. "Why do I not join you, as a fellow member of the army, in alerting Colonel Forster to this…wonderful news." Wickham scowled.

Trust that dratted Lydia Bennet and her mother to take a fake offer of elopement and turn it into an actual engagement. No bit of muslin was worth this!

Darcy's Log
31 December 1811

Wickham and Miss Lydia are engaged. Most peculiar but I am assured by my cousin that Wickham will make it to the altar. It seems Mrs. Bennet has been promised this will be so by Colonel Forster and Captain Carter, and Mr. Denny. A few other officers have offered their services to see to it as well.

We are suspicious Wickham did not propose nor intend to marry as he appeared as much surprised by it as we, though not half so much as amused. I spoke with Miss Elizabeth to warn her Wickham has not the best reputation--she assures me her mother has been made aware and aims to keep Wickham from going about as is his wont.

Miss Elizabeth is distracted by something for she was most quiet in my presence all day. Is it possible she was touched by my cousin? Perhaps news of her youngest sister's engagement in light of her older's soon to be changed status has reminded her of her own desire to marry. Oddly, it seems to affect her arsenal for though she remained witty, her teases seemed half-hearted at best. Or perhaps this is an as-yet undiscovered munitions for I spent much time attempting to bring her cheer.

As a gentleman, it can only be my duty to offer my assistance in such cases as these.

Darcy's Log
3 January 1812

Bingley has changed his plans to accommodate Miss Lydia's wedding. He and the future Mrs. Bingley will remain at Netherfield another month beyond their wedding to see their youngest sister marry.

Fletcher also removed himself from Netherfield--Good Lord but he must be ill for he has been accepted by Miss Bingley! The lady in question seems as surprised by the news as we and after Mrs. Bennet congratulated her, appeared much shaken and disturbed. She has taken to her rooms.

Has ECO struck again? With Miss Lydia distracted by her own wedding, ECO pushes Miss Catherine onto Mr. Kingsley but then leaves them be. Oddly, this lack of attention seems most effective: Kingsley has been taking particular care of his appearance of late.

We have lost another one!

Pruett, Fitzwilliam and I shall mourn our fallen brethrens.

Hardwick. Milbank. Kingsley.

Braver men have fallen to lesser battles. To them and their sacrifice, to them and their noble battle cry, let us drink a toast and remember, not their fallen forms beside a bride, but their strength, their ingenuity, and the many enemies who besieged them and fell.

We shall continue our bachelor-battles in honor of them, who sacrificed themselves so we could continue, free.

ECO seems not content to have two daughters soon to wed and another successful in ensnarement for she paraded several young ladies to Pruett. He is astounded as many are too young yet to be out. This shall mean Pruett must keep Miss Mary's attention on himself to save him from such displays whilst I occupy Miss Elizabeth Bennet's.

Miss Elizabeth, as Fitzwilliam claimed, was in low spirits after my leaving for Town. I have apologized to her and promised to give her due notice next time. She suggested it was not required that I do as we are friends and no more. She seemed flustered I would presume her low spirits was connected to my absence--is it possible it was not?

Is she attached to someone else? Was her teasing, her display of her artilleries, all this time not directed at me? Why not?!

Darcy's Log
3 January 1812
Addendum 1

Who is she displaying her artilleries to?

Darcy's Log
3 January 1812
Addendum 2

He is not worthy of her--I know so because I have met many of the single males here and she is more deserving. Those toads!

Darcy's Log
3 January 1812
Addendum 3

She is not being sensible, throwing herself at the mercy of some undeserving man!

Darcy's Log
3 January 1812
Addendum 4

Good God! What if they marry?! How could he ever properly appreciate eyes so fine or such cheek?

Darcy's Log
4 January 1812

She will not marry him. Of this I am certain--we are good friends and surely if she thought to marry that toad she would tell me.

Darcy's log
4 January 1812
Addendum 1

Elizabeth is a very kind soul and so very sensible. Of course she will not marry that oaf.

Darcy's log
4 January 1812
Addendum 2

Miss Elizabeth is kind--perhaps too kind. What if she decides to marry that oaf out of pity?!

Foolish girl! How dare she use her arts and allurements elsewhere?!

Darcy's log
4 January 1812
Addendum 3

Pruett says Miss Elizabeth is not looking to cast her hat anywhere so I am safe. Pruett is a good friend though not particularly vigilant. He seemed surprised when I recalled she had expressed no interest elsewhere and perhaps her low spirits was on my behalf after all. Most peculiar fellow--he said he would take a moment to remember my valiant battle. Perhaps he does imbibe too much for I had to remind him Fitzwilliam is in the army, not me.

Fitzwilliam agrees with Pruett that Miss Elizabeth has not been captured by some interloper. Nor, he told me, has she expressed interest in him in that regard. Oddly, he chose to join Pruett in drink to what battle they assumed I took part in…perhaps ECO has managed a blow to their heads. I am reminded that there can be no battle without an opponent and Miss Elizabeth is certainly not an opponent. She has been the greatest ally of all, keeping me free from ECO's grasp.

She is a sensible sort of girl and so very clever and pleasant. When she laughs, her eyes shine most becomingly and one can only feel lighter for being in her presence. She shall make some man a very fine wife some day but I fear the man may not make her a deserving husband. I shall have to see to it that he understands he must make himself worthy of her.

10,000 a year seems a nice sort of round number to begin with, does it not? I could not be certain he could care for her suitably otherwise. It is not very much to ask that he be able to support her properly.

Mission Status: Uncertain; Casualty: Two, with one in critical condition

It has just occurred to me--what if Pruett and Fitzwilliam are in error and Miss Elizabeth's heart is engaged to some unworthy being? Is that why, despite her entire cache of weaponry, she has chosen not to fire at me?

Mission Prospect: Bleak--am I not a worthy target?!