Beginning, Section II

Chapter Four

Posted on 2012-06-11

Darcy's Log
7 January 1812

Bingley is now married. The man has gone from captured to life-long POW. He is now forever leg-shackled to the new Mrs. Bingley. Any attempt at escape will be futile.

Poor man, he knows naught what he has become.

Mrs. Bennet is as effusive as ever. She was much pleased to show all present her now married daughter's ring. Bingley bought it from the man I recommended--ECO was upset tbat Miss Elizabeth did not seem sufficiently pleased by it though I could not tell. ECO is of the mind that Miss Elizabeth would not be happy with a ring unless it shared a compelling history. It was disheartening to see Miss Elizabeth's acute embarrassment when her mother declared Miss Elizabeth odd for taking greater joy from a family heirloom to new jewels.

There is nothing odd about it. When the time comes that I must choose a Mrs. Darcy, she will be expected to, of course, add to the family collection of jewels but I should hope she would be as fond of the rich history behind the present jewels as well.

Bingley is now completely beyond hope of rescue and has gifted his warden a ring to prove it.

Darcy's Log
10 January 1812

Fitzwilliam and I are returned to Town today. We took our leave of certain acquaintances this morning, though Miss Elizabeth was not present at Longbourn. ECO seemed most displeased, certainly as she has failed to entrap either Fitzwilliam or me. She attempted to delay us with traps under the guise of snacks and treats but we saw through her trick.

Miss Elizabeth was aware we were to take our leave today. I had spoken to her of it at Bingley's wedding breakfast and again when we came upon one another in our morning constitutions. Perhaps she was concerned Fitzwilliam was in danger of becoming ensnared in her--he has undoubtedly attempted to monopolize her attention enough these several days. In such case as this, I cannot fault her for she was almost certainly being kind to my poor cousin. I only regret I must suffer for it.

Darcy's Log
12 January 1812

There is something amiss in the Townhouse. I am certain something is not present that must have been in the past. Georgiana seems to believe nothing is lacking and the house is as it has been these months she has spent here. Perhaps she is right. Fitzwilliam agrees with her and suggests perhaps I am merely missing something or someone.

I have no inclination of whom he may be thinking--and told him so. Furthermore, of course, if something were missing, I would miss it. I would not have asked otherwise!

Darcy's Log
15 January 1812

Fitzwilliam asked Georgiana to see if some lavender could not be brought to liven the townhouse. It is odd, but it has gone quite a ways in recovering what it is that has been lost.

I cannot help but wonder if Miss Elizabeth might have been of better help in learning if something was wrong. She has always impressed me with her intelligence, with her ability to discern what troubles others and indeed, myself. It is unfortunate Miss Elizabeth has not had a chance to be introduced to Georgiana. I am of the mind Georgiana could only benefit for her shyness would certainly fall to such liveliness. Both would, I believe, become the best of friends.

Darcy,

C. Bingley

Darcy's Log
21 January 1812

What oddity marriage has turned Bingley into! Is the new Mrs. Bingley so preoccupying him he cannot be troubled to respond to a few inquiries from his friend? Surely not!

And what answers he gave! It did not answer any of my questions--all Hertfordshire, indeed! What horrid crime must it be if a man cannot comment on the company he kept for the past couple of months?! Can a man not make new friends in peace? What is all this utter nonsense he utters of Kinsgsley and Miss Catherine--whatever could give him the thought I care for such gossip?

Marriage has changed Bingley into a man I do not recognize.

Is Miss Catherine to come to London? Why not Miss Elizabeth--surely she would better appreciate the offerings of town and did she not say she had a most loved Aunt and Uncle here? What sort of treasured Aunt and Uncle would fail to invite their niece to town to visit them? Have they no affection for her--are they blind to what a treasure their niece is?!

Darcy,

C. Bingley

Darcy,

C. Bingley

Darcy's Log
30 January 1812

Good Lord, marriage has turned Bingley suspicious and mad! Is it so very wrong to inquire after a friend and her travel plans? What sort of society has he grown used to that a polite invitation is taken to be so damning?! Mrs. Bingley was all graciousness to me but marriage to her has brought forth a part of Bingley I do not care for.

Darcy's Log
3 February 1812

She is here! Miss Elizabeth Bennet arrived in town yesterday and I was able to introduce her to Georgiana today. They get on famously, just as I thought they would. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner are not much changed from when I saw them at Bingley's wedding--Mr. Gardiner expresses a fondness for fishing and Mrs. Gardiner and I spoke at length on Lambton or something or another. I am not particular memorable on the conversation for Miss Elizabeth and Georgiana were playing a duet.

Miss Elizabeth's gown did a most delightful movement while she sang--unfortunately, it occurs to me I must see to it Georgiana does not have any similarly cut gowns.

Darcy's Log
5 February 1812

Miss Elizabeth accompanied Georgiana and I to Hyde Park today. I believe she was most desirous for a walk. Mrs. Annesley--bless her soul!--required Georgiana's attentions towards the last half of our walk. I had forgotten how very well it does a man's spirit to be so teased by a dear friend. Exercise makes Miss Elizabeth's eyes particularly bright and her cheeks flushed--I suggested we return to my townhouse as I thought she might be cold but she was content where she was.

She was content!

Darcy's Log
7 February 1812

Miss Elizabeth and Georgiana went shopping today and then Miss Elizabeth dined with Georgiana and I this evening. We are to a show with her aunt and uncle in three night's time--it is not a time I would normally see a show, nor allow Georgiana to for it is not so very fashionable, but Miss Elizabeth says she often sees shows at this time if she is in town. She made the very good argument that whether we see the show now or later, it remains the same show. Furthermore, it has come to my attention the theatre will be less crowded at this time.

It is difficult to argue against Miss Elizabeth when she is so very intelligent and considerate. She does not appear in low spirits to me and has remarked that she enjoyed the lavender we have throughout our home. Lavender is her favorite flower.

Darcy's Log
18 February 1812

Miss Elizabeth cannot be in our company today for a family friend is in town and she must spend time with her. Has ever there been such a kind loving soul?

We have been much in each other's company of late. I have enjoyed myself considerably.

Darcy's Log
21 February 1812

What is this? Miss Elizabeth cannot meet with Georgiana and myself again for this friend--what a selfish friend, unwilling to share Miss Elizabeth!

I suppose she cannot be blamed--Miss Elizabeth is all that is clever and wit. I have enjoyed tremendously my friendship with Miss Elizabeth and Georgiana, I am sure, feels the same.

Darcy's Log
25 February 1812

Again?! Miss Elizabeth called on Georgiana today but had to take her leave to attend her friend before I arrived home and was notified. Georgiana is to call upon her in three days time and Miss Elizabeth offers to make an introduction to this most selfish friend then.

Darcy's Log
28 Februrary 1812

We have been most grievously deceived. It was no friend visiting Miss Elizabeth, it was a fiend! I accompanied Georgiana to Gracechurch Street and met this interloper myself--his name is Johnson and he is the son of her mother's childhood friend! Humph--that is the oldest trick a man could use on a woman! Friend indeed--I suppose it was mere Providence he had family in London as well. Miss Elizabeth and her aunt told me they had been playmates as children and that oaf himself dared to presume he knew my mind when he told me he and Miss Elizabeth were merely friends.

Bah--what crock! It is evident he wishes to court Miss Elizabeth--why else would he so monopolize her attention? Selfish presumptuous toad! Miss Elizabeth has only had the chance to visit us but once since he stole her attention--toadstool!

Darcy's Log
28 Februrary 1812
Addendum

What sort of name is Johnson?!

Darcy's Log
1 March 1812

He does not deserve her--he has had years to win her favor and clearly has failed. Hah! Clever lovely Elizabeth saw through his trick!

Darcy's Log
2 March 1812

Miss Elizabeth and her party attended dinner with Georgiana and I tonight. I daresay she laughed more with me than that intruder and he knows it for he sent me the most pitiful of looks. Georgiana sent me some odd looks as well and later asked me if I was well for she thought I was looking most piqued. It was not piqued--it was merely a reminder to that Johnson to remember himself and stay away from his friend. Friend--hah!

Darcy's Log
3 March 1812

Clearly Johnson did not receive the message as he is today stealing away Miss Elizabeth! Georgiana says Miss Elizabeth is a favorite with his young cousins whom he is visiting but I know better--I know what trickery, what deception, conniving men like he has in mind!

Darcy's Log
5 March 1812

Harrumph! Miss Bennet thinks she is clever and I had thought so, too, but clearly we were both in error for she laughed when I warned her against this friend of hers! Laughed! I told her it was no laughing matter and she dared insinuate I was jealous! Jealous, of Johnson. Me! I made my opinions perfectly clear on that matter and now she is angry. Women--even the sensible ones are mad!

Darcy's Log
7 March 1812

Miss Elizabeth is too stubborn by far! She still refuses to speak to me and spends her time with Georgiana and Johnson that damned rogue! He has turned her against me, I know it! And what's more is that Georgiana has sided with Miss Elizabeth (forgivable) and Johnson (unforgivable!) and speaks only when she must to me.

She suggests I am jealous, too. Of Johnson. Pah!

What is so jealous about wanting to ensure a young lady friend does not make a foolhardy match with some damned selfish interloper who is not even so very funny and who cannot share and insists they are merely friends but you know that is not true--he wants more, you know these things!

Darcy's Log
8 March 1812

Reasons Miss Elizabeth Cannot be Mrs. Darcy:
[list]
- She is not so clever as she believes--how else could she not see what that Johnson intends?
- Her mother!
- Wickham is now her brother
- Miss Bingley is her sister now
- Her lack of connections
- An improper dowry
- She walks too much--Pemberley is quite large and such a fine walker as she is sure to get lost on the property.
- She likely would not even apologize for scaring me by getting lost on the property
- She is not speaking to me at the moment
[/list]

Darcy's Log
8 March 1812
Addendum

Reasons Miss Elizabeth Would Make a Fine Mrs. Darcy

[list]- She has fine eyes--that's fine eyes on a fine Mrs. Darcy!
- She is not at all like her mother
- She is very loyal to her friends and family
- She is, when not blinded by loyalty to undeserving selfish manipulative trespassers, very clever and witty
- She is very kind and would make a grand mistress at Pemberley
- The tenants and servants would easily fall in love with her
- She is an avid reader and her courage rises at every attempt of intimidation--I am sure she would be open to reading some of those books on the very top shelf at Pemberley's library
- She likes to tease me and I enjoy being teased by her
- Georgiana is very fond of her
- I am very fond of her
- If another man is fond of her I will thrash him
- She is too kind to allow me to thrash another man so she will have to marry me
- I do not need her dowry
- What connections does she need if all the Darcy connections become hers?
- She is a fine walker and will likely get lost at Pemberley
- She will likely allow me to get lost at Pemberley with her
- She will not force me to apologize for getting us lost at Pemberley together
- She will have to speak to me if she is married to me
- She likes jewels with history behind them--I have plenty of those
- I bet Johnson can't give her old jewels--I bet all of his jewels will be new and boring
- If she is not Mrs. Darcy she will inevitably become a Mrs. Something else
- Mr. Something else would clearly be unworthy and will have to be killed
- I do not relish in the thought of being brought to the law because Mr. Something else had the galls to marry the proper Mrs. Darcy
- What was this list for again?
- Oh dear, have I fallen?
- I wonder if Elizabeth is fond of lists
- I bet Johnson is not--I dare say he likely thinks lists are boring. He's boring! [/list]

Darcy's Log
10 March 1812

When in blazes is that man leaving?! I apologized to Miss Elizabeth and she graciously accepted. Clearly, I was not in the wrong but it occurred to me that Miss Elizabeth is so fiercely loyal to her loved ones, she will not accept they may wish to take advantage of her. It is no real fault--in fact, such loyalty is to her credit. However, when I tried to speak to her further, that fiend insisted on interrupting and taking her attention away!

Darcy's Log
11 March 1812

It occurs to me Miss Elizabeth is fiercely loyal to her loved ones and cannot see their faults--what does this mean?! She certainly made certain I knew she was aware of my faults!

I bet that damned cur is slandering my name to her!

Darcy's Log
12 March 1812

Of course, if he were slandering my name to her, she would defend me. I know she thinks of me as a friend at least.

Why does she merely see me as a friend?

Darcy's Log
15 March 1812

Dear Heavens! Georgiana asked me if Miss Elizabeth would remain her friend if she married that damned cur! That rascal! That manipulative undeserving brute! How dare he even allow such a suggestion to occur?!

And what of Elizabeth--does she know he has these intentions?

Darcy's Log
15 March 1812
Addendum

Wicked Georgiana! She only just now informed me she was merely wondering and it was not to say he would ask for Miss Elizabeth's hands. What does it mean that she thought it though? Has something happened to give her the inclination?

Darcy's Log
16 March 1812

I watched Miss Elizabeth and her friend (Pah!) today. Nothing seemed amiss but it is possible the enemy is merely biding his time or wishes for me to drop my guard. Fiend!

Miss Elizabeth seemed worried about me and asked if I was well today. I seemed distracted, she said. Sweet, kind, clever, astute, Elizabeth--if only your loyalty does not blind you to the malevolent maneuverings of that cur you believe a friend, I could breath with ease.

Darcy's Log
17 March 1812

It occurs to me I have erred--surely that cur has seen Elizabeth since I left her and has presumed to offer for her. Surely he sees I intend to prevent such a thing--and he will take advantage of my absence.

Am I too late? Is Elizabeth, kind-hearted girl she is, already lost to me?

Darcy's Log
17 March 1812
Addendum

What is this?! How foolish I have been! I, wretched being I am, how arrogant, how proud, how utterly stupid! I told Elizabeth my uncle has asked for my attention the remainder of the week and she is unlikely to see me. She seemed disheartened to learn that and I rejoiced--rejoiced that she seemed to feel very strongly for me but what if that scoundrel uses her vulnerability to win her favor?

I would not hold it against him to use this time I intend to speak to my relations of her against me, to poison her mind against my own heart! I shall have to hasten my actions.

Darcy's Log
18 March 1812

What if I am too late? I have tasked Georgiana with seeing to it Elizabeth is not left alone with that Johnson.

The family does not appear surprised about my revelations. It seems Fitzwilliam gave them warning of this. Aunt asks why I am moving so slowly--were it not beneficial to my cause and his location unknown for the moment, I would pummel that meddling cousin.

Darcy's Log
20 March 1812

Miss Elizabeth Bennet is to become Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy!

I showed up, admittedly rather unexpectedly, and surely just in time for not long after I appeared, that fiend was shown in as well. How glad, how grateful, I am for the Gardiners for Mr. Gardiner immediately called upon that fiend's attention with a note Mrs. Bennet had penned for his mother. I took that opportunity to ask Miss Elizabeth if she and her cousins should enjoy taking a walk with Georgiana and I. We walked a ways ahead of her cousins, the servants, and her Aunt and Georgiana and Mrs. Annesley. She expressed her surprise at seeing me as she expected I would be unavailable for the remainder of the week.

I own I could have been more elegant in my response but as it was, I told her all and concluded that I finished my business quickly, unexpectedly so, in order that I might see her sooner.

Elizabeth is the most charming picture when she blushes, maiden modesty and teasing temptress in one. The dear, sweet, unassuming girl was all astonishment at my business, at my reason for wishing it concluded as soon as may be. It was my undoing for once I noted the most becoming picture she made, still and eyes so innocently wide, face pink and lips at just the beginnings of a smile, I could not help myself.

I confessed all--how ardently I admired and loved her, how I had struggled--so foolishly!--against it but I could not deny my attractions, my complete bewitchment by her. I could not stop and it is possible I spoke more in that one moment than I had in the entirety of some of my friendships. She was the most handsome woman of my acquaintance, the wittiest, cleverest, kindest….

I was not aware I ended with the acknowledgement that I truly did not believe she and that Johnson fellow were better suited than we, that I did not, could not, imagine anyone else being Mrs. Darcy but she, until that sly little devil of a cousin she called Edward made himself known. "Mama! Mr. Darcy says Lizzy is to be Mrs. Darcy!" he cried and we both of us froze. She must have seen my face for before I knew it, she was laughing and then I was, too.

Her aunt apologized and then, quietly, asked dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth if Edward spoke the truth of it.

Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth can blush so hard, her ears turn a deep red and she must duck her face away.

What excitement did then follow! What congratulations flowed as we made our way back to the house, Georgiana and the children excitedly around us and taking all of our attentions. This, despite the best efforts of Mrs. Gardiner and Mrs. Annesley. My heart could not have been lighter, Elizabeth on my arm and laughing with all her--soon to be our--cousins and of course, Georgiana.

When we arrived in the house, Mr. Gardiner and Johnson--poor, foolish, slothful Johnson--came to meet us for we were rather noisy. The news was immediately shared (little Edward can keep no secret, but that is quite all right with me for it was news of my joy) and I could not help the look I sent Elizabeth's friend and my vanquished foe.

Hah Johnson, I emerge victorious! I have won my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth's heart and you…you must settle for being her friend! I gather you did not think of that possibility when you dared insinuate you both were merely friends! And now I shall have Elizabeth to myself for the rest of my days and you will have to settle for someone not her.

Now, I must be off for it becomes necessary to remove Elizabeth's ring--Elizabeth's ring, which was once my mother's, and before her my grandmother Darcy's--from the iron chest.

I ought to have removed it earlier but had not been of the mind to propose so early in the day. I meant to invite them to Darcy Townhouse and propose to Elizabeth here, surrounded by portraits of other Darcy family members. I had imagined when she said yes, I would slip the ring--which could be seen on the portraits of generations of Mrs. Darcys--on her finger. Ah well, it has all worked out well for though I was unable to give her the ring when she said yes, she still said ye--

Oh. No. No no no.

She did not say yes, did she? I cannot recall her saying yes!

Edward, that little scamp, interrupted before she could say yes! What does this mean? Are we engaged? We must be, mustn't we? She would not allow this to continue if she had not meant to say yes--yes. Of course she would say yes. Of course she did say yes.

Right?

Mission Status: Oh dear, what if she means to say no? She will not say no, not now when we are all so sure she has already said yes, right? Right?

Mission Prospect: Of course she will say yes--she has to! We are already engaged and that is all there is to it! She smiled and laughed, dammit, and that means yes! She may get out of this engagement when I am cold and buried and I will take that tricky conniving Johnson with me!

Darcy's Log
20 March 1812
Addendum

She said yes! And laughed while doing so. It was not the Darcy townhouse surrounded by the Mrs. Darcys who once called the ring theirs as well, but she said yes and the ring is now on her finger.

I must also have a couple bottles of my best wine sent to the Gardiners for while Mrs. Gardiner seemed much amused by my sudden appearance; I do not think Mr. Gardiner looked on so kindly to being disturbed so late. It was an urgent matter, however, so he will simply have to make do with the disruption--I certainly would not mind if Miss Elizabeth showed at my door for an urgent matter whilst I was changing into my night attire.

Mission Status: She said yes!

Mission Prospect: YES!

Chapter Five

Posted on 2012-06-14

Darcy's Log
23 March 1812

Elizabeth is to Hertfordshire today. The settlement is being drawn now and her father came to bring her to Longbourn. I sent him a missive but he did not respond and so only today was I at last granted permission to marry my Elizabeth.

We were, unfortunately, not afforded much privacy. I believe Mr. Gardiner is still indignant over my rather abrupt appearance three nights ago and her father seemed to enjoy my frustration that I could not privately say my goodbyes to her.

Well that is no matter, I suppose, for now we are to marry and soon, I will be frustrating him by not allowing him his private farewells to Elizabeth! I must hurry for I must bring Georgiana to the Fitzwilliam townhome and leave for Kent. Colonel Fitzwilliam will be accompanying me, as always, and will, I am sure, do his utmost to tease.

The joke is on him for I am to marry Elizabeth Bennet and he is not.

Darcy's Log
5 April 1812

Now that I am returned to town, the congratulations have begun amongst those who know. Bingley is most excited that we are to be brothers. He has it in his head with my marriage soon to occur; he will at last gain some measure of peace. I do not understand him--it is a good thing Mrs. Bingley is so good a creature for she will need all the patience in the world to understand that husband of hers. He has the most peculiar notion that I disturbed his earliest days of marriage and warns he may seek vengeance upon me. I thought it imperative to have a word with Mrs. Bingley for her husband was making such wild accusations--she promises to see to it he shall not disturb her sister's peace after we have wed. How odd--Bingley is normally so cheerful and obliging a character and such baseless accusations is unlike him. Perhaps the new Mrs. Fletcher's latest letter has merely taxed his nerves.

Whatever the matter, he was all smiles when we came upon each other again and invites Georgiana and I to stay at Netherfield with he and Mrs. Bingley as soon as we may--they have only just departed. My family has promised not to send any notice to Lady Catherine until Elizabeth and I am wed and begin our journey to Pemberley--thankfully, Lady Catherine is not one to read the papers. Pruett, odd fellow, has sent me some port--in memoriam, he said, though I do not understand that man at all. I cannot understand his eagerness to be away from the married state.

Georgiana has been very eager to see Elizabeth again and once I complete my business here and collect the settlement papers, we shall make haste to Hertfordshire.

Oh my, it seems I must have words with Kingsley for he seems eager to be at Hertfordshire as well--I will have to speak to him of his intentions towards my future sister. He cannot be toying with the affections of Miss Catherine Bennet! He ought propose and be done with all this foolish back and forth he insists upon.

Darcy's Log
7 April 1812

We are at last at Netherfield. Georgiana and I called immediately upon Longbourn and I must say, Mrs. Bennet has overcome her aversion to me! She is not so verbose as I have seen her with others, however, and she is Elizabeth's mother so I shall be eternally indebted to her. I wonder now that she did not seek to throw me often in Elizabeth's company when she had the opportunity in the past.

Georgiana seems to be making friends with Miss Mary and Miss Catherine--both have changed some since I last saw them, particularly, I think, Miss Catherine. She does not appear so silly anymore. Miss Lydia--excuse me, Mrs. Wickham--I understand, is at Brighton and has sent her congratulations to her sister. It remains to be seen whether she and her husband will journey to Hertfordshire to the wedding--silly unthinking fools--how could they not attend their own sister's wedding?

I worried Wickham might disrupt Georgiana's peace but she has made clear she has no feelings with his attendance in that regard save, perhaps, some embarrassment that she fell under his spell. She seemed much amused when Miss Catherine revealed Wickham has been under much supervision for Colonel Forster swears he will make a good husband out of him for Mrs. Wickham if he has to send Wickham directly to Napoleon to do so. She outright laughed when Elizabeth revealed Wickham is in much fear of Mrs. Bennet--how could he so fear her? She may be easily excitable, but she is harmless and is no more trying than those who wish to dabble in matchmaking in the Ton.

In fact, I find myself rather fond of Mrs. Bennet for she has rather shamelessly seen to it that Elizabeth and I are afforded our privacy. She is quite the obliging future mother-in-law. My cousin Fitzwilliam seems weary of her but I cannot fathom as to why--he says she is cleverer than even we have thought but that is most misleading: Mrs. Bennet is not so very clever but such cannot be held against her. To me she has been quite kind if somewhat trying.

With the wedding of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley to Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn rapidly approaching, Mrs. Bennet was in a tizzy. The difference to those who were not so distracted to notice, however, was that her tizzy had taken a turn from presumptuous to simply smug. There was a restraint present when Mr. Darcy was present even if the man was so enamored with his betrothed that he seemed deaf to the matron's exultant cries and praises. In fact, to Georgiana's amusement and Colonel Fitzwilliam's horror, Fitzwilliam Darcy even gave a noticeable, if small, smile of amusement when Mrs. Bennet flirted with the Colonel.

It was due to that particular event and the joy a cousin takes when one of his closest relation who had so adamantly opposed the marital state previously found himself expounding on it, that Colonel Fitzwilliam (rightfully) suspected he would be in dire need of proper company come dinner at Netherfield with the Bennets, Bingleys, and Darcys.

"Come now, Darcy," He pleaded with his cousin, "You cannot abandon me! Miss Elizabeth will still be here in the morrow--Georgiana has defected to join Miss Catherine and Miss Mary as well and I must have some rational conversation! Mrs. Bennet insists on flirting with me--she has a tendre for army men!--and her husband only takes amusement at my plight! Where is my dull cousin?!"

"Do you think Elizabeth will think it odd if we were to match?" Darcy asked his cousin, deaf to his pleadings. "Mrs. Bennet told me Elizabeth was to wear blue this evening and my valet believes this vest would compliment it nicely…perhaps that is too much, however."

"It is too much!" Colonel Fitzwilliam threw his hands in the air and sunk into his seat, one elbow on his knee as his chin rested on a closed fist.

"Perhaps you are right," his cousin agreed, "it is only to be a family affair, after all. Yes, I will tell Samson to choose a different vest. Perhaps green…Elizabeth mentioned she liked my green vest…"

"Darcy, enough! I am attempting to share with you!"

"Share?" Darcy turned to his cousin, "What is the matter, Fitzwilliam?"

"You are! You and your Miss Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet--that woman is a tactical genius, I say! I did not think she would have been so successful in blinding you to her genius but perhaps that is where her greatest strength lies--in hiding the truth to even those who once could see it! You, who once saw it so clearly."

"Goodness Fitzwilliam, what are you going on of?! Mrs. Bennet--genius? I grant you, my future…mother…is not the silliest woman in all England but she is hardly so intelligent as to warrant that epithet. Why, do you recall all the time she spent trying to match Elizabeth with various other men? Humph!"

The colonel rolled his eyes. "Darcy, I am asking no real favor--simply remember your poor cousin throughout this evening whilst you make calf-eyes at your Miss Bennet and perhaps send some intelligent conversation my way!"

"Have you ever met another young lady so intelligent as Elizabeth? Did you know her father had her tutored in science?"

Even his many harsh military lessons and trainings could not prevent Colonel Fitzwilliam from releasing a long-suffering groan as his head fell, face-first, into his opened hands.

Darcy's Log
16 April 1812

We at Netherfield are to dine with the Bennets this evening, the last, I believe, of such meals before the festivities of weddings shall begin to take its proper place. Mrs. Bennet was kind enough to alert me to what Elizabeth would be wearing and Fitzwilliam has been very helpful in determining my wearing a matching vest may be too much. Fitzwilliam has been in a most peculiar mood since we arrived--he insists Mrs. Bennet has been unabashedly flirting with him but neither I nor Georgiana have noticed such. Perhaps the poor man is longing for a wife of his own--Mrs. Bennet is relentless in her compliments and exclamations and only little tactful in what she allows herself to say, but I do think Fitzwilliam has allowed his military background to addle his mind.

Why, he believes if not for her sex, Mrs. Bennet could very well be one of the greatest military minds he has ever come across. I think I shall write my uncle and see if perhaps something might be done for Fitzwilliam's living--clearly the army has not affected him well at all and we shall have to find another occupation for the poor man. I am certain the Earl has some small property that is not fixed to his title--so long as it holds a healthy income, perhaps we can convince Fitzwilliam to sell his commission and retire from a soldier's life. His mind, I am sure, will be much healed from it.

'For Darcy and Georgie--All for Darcy and Georgie.' Colonel Fitzwilliam was mentally chanting in his mind. He had hoped to be seated close to his cousin Darcy or, failing that his cousin and ward Georgiana. If not, he thought he might be so lucky as to be seated next to Miss Mary Bennet, whom he had befriended in his earlier visit, assuming Miss Mary was not occupied with or by any of her sisters or Georgiana.

He was not so lucky.

As was now often the case, Darcy and his betrothed were seated next to one another and speaking quietly, ignorant to the world around them. The Bingleys, too, were making calf-eyes at one another across the table and so his salvation could only come from his young ward or one of the younger Bennet sisters. Instead, those three girls had immediately grouped together--again--and begun some sort of conversation he was certain was truly a secret code only young ladies understood for he could make no sense of it. Thus, he was forced to endure, once again, the rapt attentions of Mrs. Bennet and become the source of amusement for a malicious Mr. Bennet.

"Oh, I just love a man in uniform," Mrs. Bennet simpered and sighed happily. "Mr. Bennet never wears a uniform!"

"Indeed," her husband barely bit back a grin. "I am truly sorry to grieve you so, Mrs. Bennet--such is the plight of today's gentlemen. A shortage of uniforms."

"Oh, Mr. Bennet," Mrs. Bennet smiled and giggled girlishly. "You never needed a uniform though I gather you would be so dashing in one. Not as dashing, of course, as you, Colonel." She turned her attention to the man on her left, "I had not a chance to tell you so when you first visited for there was so very much to be done. But your cousin will not be liking a big wedding nor will he be so accommodating as dear Mr. Bingley or our Mr. Wickham," she sighed, almost sadly.

'For Darcy and Georgie--All for Darcy and Georgie.'

"My cousin wishes your daughter to be very happy, I am sure." The Colonel said cautiously, back taut and mind keenly aware how even the slightest comment could be construed suddenly by the lady to something else entirely. The woman brightened immediately.

"Oh, of course, of course! Mr. Darcy is all kindness and so very particular--I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him he and my Lizzy would get on well!"

"How very astute," Colonel Fitzwilliam replied tersely.

"Oh, but how well they did get on, Colonel! I do not often take credit for matches, though so many tell me it is my doing. Why, just the other day, Lady Lucas thanked me for we suspect Miss Maria Lucas will not remain at Lucas Lodge for much longer and so many newlyweds in the militia came to call upon Longbourn before they left. But your Mr. Darcy and my Lizzy--well they I can certainly hope for some small amount of credit for I am certain without my prodding, neither would ever have done anything!

Oooh that Lizzy is so stubborn--why, when you and Mr. Darcy first arrived in Hertfordshire, she refused to agree to marry any of you before meeting you--ooh my nerves! My nerves! How that stubborn girl--oh, but what I am I saying? She and Mr. Darcy--oh what a fine pair! What carriages, what pin money, what jewels! And to think, it could have all been nothing if that Lizzy had anything to say of it--why, she insisted she merely wished for Mr. Darcy as a friend--a friend!"

Here, Colonel Fitzwilliam could answer honestly, "A friend? I had not observed her to be only friends with him."

"Oh, of course not!" Mrs. Bennet leaned closer to the Colonel, necessitating that he lean back, "But she is so very stubborn and would not listen to me when I told her she was quite in the ways falling for him--and he her!" Mrs. Bennet shook her head and clucked her tongue. "Why, that girl thinks she is so very clever but I imagine she never once thought to consider why I should leave the two of them be when they spoke. Oh, I did not understand anything they spoke of--who ever heard of a girl speak of agriculture or go on the way that girl does? But even Lydia could see Mr. Darcy seemed quite taken with my Lizzy.

Oh, 10,000 a year! How very lucky for our girl! And the wedding--why the breakfast alone will have--but perhaps Mr. Darcy would not care for--no, no, we must have some--oh but men are always so peculiar and the rich ones especially. No, I have never seen Mr. Darcy express any interest in--oh, but what sort of wedding breakfast is lacking--no, no, we must have some--oh but what if he despises it? No, no, I shall have Lizzy ask him--oh that clever girl! 10,000 a year and very likely more! And to think, it may have come to naught if that foolish girl had her way and he was simply friends with her!

Oh, that girl knows not what she did to my nerves--why, Mr. Bennet can attest how often I was forced to send out for my salts."

"Yes, our cupboard is full of smelling salt!" Mr. Bennet quipped but his wife ignored him.

"Oh my, look how very happy our Lizzy and Mr. Darcy looks, Mr. Bennet!" Mrs. Bennet beamed, "Is it not a sight to see? Our Lizzy--10,000 a year! A house in town! Oh goodness, God has been very good to us!"

"Yes," the Colonel agreed as the matron leaned closer than necessary to him and he tried to hide a twitch when he thought he caught her trying to catch a whiff of him. Oh, if only Darcy, damn that man, had hold of his mind, he would certainly provide some support for his poor cousin.

'For Darcy and Georgie--All for Darcy and Georgie.'

"Why," and here Mrs. Bennet's eyes took on a light that made her smile look cunning, conniving, "I remember when Mr. Darcy first left Hertfordshire early--oh Lizzy tried to hide it but a mother knows when her daughter feels crossed in love. I thought my friend the Johnsons might lift her spirit and so I wrote to see if perhaps Mrs. Johnson or Mr. Johnson could spare their child--he is a good friend to both my eldest girls. Oh, but they could not and it was just as I told her--Lizzy! Lizzy! Did I not tell you when Mr. Darcy first left for Town he would have to return?"

"Wha--" her least favorite child looked up from her conversation at the other end of the table, "Oh…right, mama. He had to return for Mr. Bingley's wedding, you said."

"And I was right!" Mrs. Bennet was nearly bouncing in her seat and the Colonel entertained the thought that perhaps Darcy was right after all--Mrs. Bennet, who took so much joy at stating the obvious and had entire conversations with herself about whatever it was Darcy may or may not like at the wedding breakfast, could not possibly be so clever as to be such a proficient matchmaker. "For he returned and was ever so attentive to my Lizzy." The Colonel froze when Mrs. Bennet turned to give him, in particular, an overly-saccharine smile and patted the place on the table beside him.

'For Darcy and Georgie--All for Darcy and Georgie.'

"Why, I must thank you for your help in that, Colonel. I told you, did I not Mr. Bennet,that the Colonel would be so very kind and see our Lizzy in distress and seek to raise her spirits? And did I not say if I told him our Lizzy was feeling quite crossed in love, he would seek to alert his cousin?" Mrs. Bennet turned to the Colonel, "And did he not behave just as I thought he would, just as I said he ought to?!"

"Certainly," Mr. Bennet responded dryly and did not hide the roll of his eyes. "I am certain it was you who determined everyone's behavior--why, I am sure the Colonel immediately stopped speaking to Lizzy as soon as his cousin appeared just as you wished as well."

"Oh, do not be silly Mr. Bennet--oh Mr. Bennet, how cruel you can be sometimes! To poke fun, at me?!. How utterly wretched you must think me! Why, of course I would not dare tell our Colonel how to behave! Why, I should never have encouraged you to speak with my Lizzy if I had not thought you would find in her a dear friend--and did you not, Colonel?"

"I did," the Colonel admitted, feeling a sort of prickle that warned him it was not entirely his own choice to befriend and continue spending time with his soon-to-be cousin.

"And of course, you would let your cousin know you found my Lizzy charming company--she is charming to you, is she not? Oh, I do not understand that girl but young men are most peculiar--not that I think you peculiar, Colonel," simpered the matrimonial-minded mother.

"And of course, your cousin would return. And you, being a good sort of friend, would wish to continue your friendship with our Lizzy--particularly when Mr. Pruett had chosen by then to oft be in the company of Mary. Why, that is why I told you before you left for Christmas--do you remember, Colonel?--that I am sure Lizzy was much lifted by your kind company."

"Yes," the Colonel let out slowly, lowly, unsure now whether he would have continued to seek the second Miss Bennet's company had Mrs. Bennet not mentioned how, first, saddened the young lady was by his cousin's unexpected departure and then how her spirits had appeared quite lifted by his own company. It was, he silently admitted to himself, a rather large stroke to his ego and own sense of gentlemanly behavior.

"But Lizzy--oh that child, how she likes to vex me so! Why, I had even let Mr. Darcy know what sort of ring our Lizzy might like and then he goes and leaves for Town with no notice of return! I was quite at odds with the man then! And Lizzy--do you remember, Mr. Bennet, when Lizzy said she was certain that was the last we would hear of Mr. Darcy? Well, I told her--I told her--it was not so for he is such a particular friend of Mr. Bingley's and was certainly in love with her. She would deny it though--thoughtless, selfish girl--and would not ask our Jane to write Mr. Darcy and invite him to spend time at Netherfield! Why I would have quite despaired of it were it not for my friend, Mrs. Johnson--dear woman!--who was so kind to allow their young Mr. Johnson time in London for some months and perhaps even some week at Longbourn as well! Goodness, what luck for my sister Gardiner is always be so happy to invite Lizzy to return to Town with her." Mrs. Bennet leaned back in her seat, seemingly smug.

"I could not have planned it better if I had tried!" Mrs. Bennet said but her smile made the comment insincere and the Colonel, armed with years of military training and experience, felt his instincts rise to warn him that the seemingly random series of events was not so random after all.

"And oh--now my Lizzy is to marry--and Mr. Darcy! 10,000 a year! What jewels, what pin money, what gowns she must have! Oh it is just as I said--is it not Mr. Bennet?--it is just as I said! I knew from the first day I met him Mr. Darcy was for our Lizzy!"

"Madam," Mr. Bennet interrupted gravely, preventing the Colonel from saying anything, "how could you have possibly known that Mr. Darcy was for our Lizzy?"

"Why, Mr. Bennet!" Mrs. Bennet shook her head as if her answer was obvious to all, "No one else could vex me quite as well! He barely said a word to me the entire night and to be so sullen, so silent all that time--why it quite tried my nerve, just like your Lizzy is wont to do!" A brief pause, then, "Why, Colonel, you have hardly touched your plate and I have taught all my girls how to properly set and keep a table so there cannot be any complaint there. Whatever could be the matter? Oh oh, of course, of course! You must be in want of a wife--oh, but that should be an easy matter for though you are a younger son, it is to an Earl and you are in uniform." A dreamy sigh, "Oh I just adore a man in uniform--tell me Colonel, are you always in uniform?" Mrs. Bennet leaned ever closer to the Colonel, becoming dangerously close to falling, face first, onto his lap if she persisted.

'For Darcy and Georgie--All for Darcy and Geor--damnation! Did she just suggest imagining me out of uniform?! In that tone?"

Darcy's Log
20 April 1812

Pruett and Kingsley arrived today. They are the first of the other guests to arrive. The most troubling news was given today--it seems that Johnson will be making his way to Longbourn for the wedding as well!

Mrs. Bennet was kind enough to tell us so and when I noticed Bingley's odd behavior at the news, I confided to him that I was ill-at-ease as well. That cad Johnson, it turns out, was the friend who was originally intended to visit Mrs. Bingley when she was still Miss Bennet. Bingley was certain he had more romantic inclinations towards Mrs. Bingley at the time--what a rascal! I know, certainly, he had designs on Elizabeth whilst in Town. What sort of fool goes from one sister to the next?!

Bingley and I agree--he appears to have a penchant for Bennet sisters. Kingsley must be warned for we are certain he has intentions towards Miss Catherine though perhaps that Johnson will turn his attentions to Miss Mary instead. She is the next eldest, after all.

We cannot allow that Johnson to succeed in his contrivance! I bet he will insist he simply wishes to be friends with the Bennet girls--friends, pah!

Darcy's Log
23 April 1812

A most peculiar thing single men are!

I do not understand it at all. Pruett and Fitzwilliam are adamant they wish not to wed and seem to think me fallen into some sort of trap or ploy. Whatever are they about? They insist I was once even less eager than they to wed and I corrected I was only uneager to wed before I met Elizabeth.

I could understand it then but now that I, and they, have met Elizabeth how could they not wish to wed? I am grateful they do not wish to wed her (though I question their preference) but to not wish to wed? Tis all very maddening.

I informed them (correctly) that I was never opposed to the state of matrimony; I was simply waiting to marry Elizabeth. It is all quite different and obvious, if one cares to think of it.

Both took a drink to my fall which it is all very odd. Perhaps we ought to call the local apothecary to examine them--or perhaps there is need to call my own doctor in Town. I think Pruett and Fitzwilliam may have suffered some sort of malady of the head.

Thankfully, Hardwick has yet to leave for his honeymoon and I can derive some sort of sense here with him and Bingley.

Kinglsley took the news of this Johnson as expected--he promised to keep an eye on the fiend and his Miss Catherine. He is troubled that Miss Catherine seems inclined, as are all the Bennet girls, to think well of the cunning toad. Bingley and I advise him to, if not marry Miss Catherine to keep her from that cur then ensure the fool is otherwise occupied--perhaps Mrs. Bennet may help. She seems quite pleased at the attentions Kingsley pays her fourth child.

Johnson--bah! That scoundrel knows not when to cease, does he? We are prepared for him this time.

Darcy's Log
27 April 1812

Tomorrow Elizabeth Bennet will become Elizabeth Darcy, leaving behind her life as a Miss to become a Mrs. I will be the happiest man in the world when I can finally call her Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy. We shall leave immediately following the wedding breakfast for Town.

Darcy's Log
28 April 1812

Mission: Accomplished

It was their first night at Pemberley some week later that Elizabeth came upon the journal and asked her husband what it was. He answered, quite reluctantly, and felt his cheeks redden when he noticed the smile that was threatening to overtake his new wife's features.

"Let us read it, Fitzwilliam! I admit I am curious to know what was on your mind when we first met for I was rather taken with you early on in our acquaintance and was certain it could lead to naught."

"It is nothing of importance, my dear," Darcy said and was entirely truthful for he was certain he transcribed little of any matter before he met Elizabeth, "it was all foolishness, I am sure."

"I do dearly love to laugh!" his wife replied and Darcy could deny her nothing when she looked at him like that. So their first night at Pemberley was spent, not as he had planned but by reading his journal. Even he was surprised by his entries and wondered if perhaps singlehood had made him a silly man and marriage, wiser.

Mrs. Bennet? ECO? It was all so laughable. He shook his head at his own foolishness but his wife, who was reading through the entries rapidly and shaking with laughter, merely smiled bemusedly as she read his notes on her mother.

When she finished, she closed the journal and turned to him.

"So I believe you are to be my prisoner, hm? And I am to be your warden?"

"Oh, Elizabeth," Darcy hung his head in shame, "when I think back and see how foolish--how utterly daft--I was, I am shamed."

"Do not be silly, Fitzwilliam," said his wife as she wrapped her arms around him and sat on his lap, "for your warden finds it all very enlightening."

Darcy might have said something but there was little thought given as he was distracted by the weight of his wife in his arms and found better use of his tongue.

"Fitzwilliam?"

"Mm?"

"I am desirous of learning the paths of Pemberley--intimately. Will you not join me as I learn?" Elizabeth laughed out loud when she felt her husband's lips curve into a smile against her neck and that was the last purposeful sound that would be made for the rest of the night.

Darcy's Log
08 May 1812

My warden is the most delightful figure I have ever been so blessed to meet. She insists upon my traversing the many wild paths of Pemberley with her and we take great pains to memorize the way. She is wildly distracting for I cannot place a number on the many times we have lost our way and so was forced to spend hours alone outdoors.

It is rather costly on our clothing but I should pay much more to lose ourselves more often.

Ah, but my warden is here now and insists she will have my attention.

Darcy's Log
08 May 1812
Addendum

I must stand correct: My warden is quite crossed that I think her most lenient and so has tasked me with making it up to her.

I believe I have left her quite happy now though the second task she has given me will be of a more delightful and longer duration.

New mission: Tiny Toes, or, Operation: Fatherhood!

Mission Status: Accepted.

I believe Mrs. Darcy and I shall be getting lost even more on Pemberley's grounds and, once the weather turns, inside Pemberley as well. We must practice.

Often.

Epilogue

The removal of the militia and then the marriages and removal of the Netherfield party saw the community of Hertfordshire become a more settled and quiet place. Longbourn, in being the home of Mrs. Bennet, was still a favorite fixture of the many parents who had children they hoped to marry off and the friendships of the daughters who remained at home was in high demand by ladies of, or soon to be of, marriageable age. Once, Mr. Bennet might have sought the company of his favorite daughter to share his thoughts on this fact but as she was no longer present, fallen to Mrs. Bennet's scheming, he was left to choose between the two daughters who remained at home.

In Kitty he found someone who would attempt to respond just as wittingly as he and so he enjoyed her company for near a fortnight. He might have attempted to mold her to his liking but Mrs. Bennet was quick to put an end to their talks for Kitty, she announced as they supped one evening, was to go to London.

"London?!" exclaimed Mr. Bennet, sure he would have remembered agreeing to part with his purse yet another time.

"London?!" squealed Miss Catherine Bennet, imagining already the new dresses she would need, the dinners and parties she would surely be invited to.

"London," nodded Mrs. Bennet, arms resting happily upon her well-fed stomach, "I believe Mr. Kingsley was rather reluctant to part with you, Kitty, but alas, with the Bingleys--oh my Jane, 5,000 a year, what pin money!--removed, he must. I spoke with Mr. Hurst on how particular you and Mr. Kingsley looked at the wedding and he has invited Mr. Kingsley to stay with him in Town."

"And where," Mr. Bennet interrupted, not particularly eager to part with the cleverer of his two remaining unmarried daughters, "will she stay? The Bingleys are to visit relations in Scotland and the Darcys are to Pemberley. Would not your Mr. Kingsley grow suspicious you are contriving to have him marry your daughter?"

"Oh Mr. Bennet," Mrs. Bennet looked genuinely hurt, "how could accuse me of such a thing? Contrive? Me? Why, I have never contrived for anything in my life! Kitty will stay with my brother Gardiner of course! Mr. Kingsley and he seemed to get on well at Lizzy's wedding to Mr. Darcy--oh my! A house in town! Pemberley! 10,000 a year at least! What jewels, what carriages, what pin money!--and I am sure he will be wanting to continue their acquaintance."

"Who shall I speak to of my books then, Mrs. Bennet?!"

"Why, Mary of course!" Mrs. Bennet rolled her eyes, looking quite peeved at her husband. "It is just the practice she needs--" she turned to Mary, "now, Mr. Pruett shall surely return to Netherfield as soon as he may hunt again for he has said he has never found better game than here. He should be done with the wild in him, then, and be looking to settle down--now you must learn to read more than Fordyce!" Mrs. Bennet hummed to herself and stretched her arms in front of her, "Oh my, five girls married--what luck! What joy!"

Mr. Bennet, Mary, and Kitty shared a look at one another, the humming matron of Longbourn, and then quickly excused themselves from the table.

"So you see, Mrs. Bennet," Mrs. Worthington was saying, "I would not impose upon someone I am not acquainted with but when Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy returned to town, married, and Mr. Kingsley is, they say, nearly so, to your daughters, we were all naturally so very curious to learn how this came about. It took some time and quite a price, but I heard from a most reliable source you are responsible for their matches."

"Me?" Mrs. Bennet twittered and laughed, "Oh no, Mrs. Worthington, God has been very good to us. Very good. Very, very good." She smiled serenely and continued her embroidery, head softly bouncing side to side to music only she could hear.

"Please, Mrs. Bennet!" Mrs. Worthington pleaded and gestured towards her son who sat beside her, looking disinterestedly and with evident distaste about the room. "We have traveled nearly a day's journey to see you. Thomas is already five and thirty and never married! Surely you know someone--a girl, well-dowered of course-- are able to find--" she was interrupted by a loud ruckus outdoors and minutes later, a loud bellowing was heard coming closer to the room.

"Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter, Miss Anne de Bourgh, ma'am." the servant, Hill, said, and quickly scurried away.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The imposing older woman was yelling, "What sort of cruel joke, what impertinence, what despicable…" She continued on as Mrs. Worthington watched in shock, "…Where is that chit?! I demand to speak with Miss Elizabeth Bennet!"

"She is with her husband, Lady Catherine," Mrs. Bennet beamed happily and continued her needlework. "In Pemberley with Mr. Darcy--oh my, what jewels, what pin money, what carriages! A house in town--10,000 a year and very likely more!" She hummed, again, happily to herself.

"Impossible!" growled Lady Catherine. "He is engaged to marry my daughter!" And she pointed one long finger at her silent daughter beside her.

"But it is true, Lady Catherine," Mrs. Worthington defended the woman she hoped would convince her son to marry. "Is that not right, Mrs. Bennet?"

But Mrs. Bennet was still--she had stopped humming, stopped listening, and even stopped her needlework. Her eyes darted back and forth between Mr. Thomas Worthington and Miss Anne de Bourgh, lips pulled to a straight line as her eyes took on a narrowed concentrated appearance.

"MRS. BENNET!" Lady Catherine De Bourgh roared, "I am unused to being ignored!"

Mrs. Bennet's lips slowly spread and curled into a delighted smile as she turned to Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

"Oh Lady Catherine de Bourgh, what an honor!" Mrs. Bennet shrilled, her unholy smile never once leaving her face. "How tired you and your daughter must be traveling all this way to give us your congratulations! How noble! How kind!" She stood from her seat, "Please, have a seat Lady Catherine, right here by me. Miss de Bourgh, you look well--does she not look very well, Mrs. Worthington? Come, Miss de Bourgh, come sit here by Mrs. Worthington and her son, Mr. Thomas Worthington."