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Part I Posted on Friday, 30 November 2001
Darcy and Elizabeth are dancing at the Netherfield Ball...
"May I ask to what these questions tend?"
"Simply to the illustration of your character ... I am trying to make it out." Darcy was not convinced by Miss Bennet's sudden light manner. Courage man ... defend yourself!
"Miss Bennet, if you have something to say to me, say it; but please do not insult my intelligence with these thinly-veiled attacks." Elizabeth was shocked. She had not expected Mr. Darcy to comprehend the true meaning behind her questions. Well, if he wanted to hear it ...
"Mr. Darcy, I fear that the ballroom is not the proper place for this conversation. Perhaps ..." But he interrupted her.
"Then shall we adjourn to the library?"
"If you wish." The dance ended and Darcy led Elizabeth from the dance floor to the library.
"Well, Miss Bennet, I am ready ... do your worst." He attempted to be light-hearted, but Elizabeth could tell that he was nervous. She had to admit that he looked rather handsome in an agitated state ... but no, he was a hateful man, and deserved the reproach she was about to give him.
"Well Mr. Darcy, as I mentioned before, we recently made the acquaintance of Mr. Wickham. I noticed the cold manner of your greeting with him, and he satisfied my curiosity by relating to me the story of your dealings with him. I wonder, Mr. Darcy, at you calling yourself an honorable man, after your infliction ... you have reduced him to his present state of poverty, denying your own father's dying wishes all the while! How can you possibly defend yourself?" Darcy was growing more incensed by the minute. Who was this girl to be questioning him and his dealings with Wickham? Reduced him to his present state of poverty?! Well, he had asked for it; now he had to defend himself.
"Miss Bennet, I know not under exactly what form of falsehood Mr. Wickham imposed himself on you, but if you are not already implacably decided to think ill of me, please allow me to defend myself on this charge. Mr. Wickham is the son of a very respectable man ... (we all know this part!) And that, Miss Bennet, is a faithful narrative of all my dealings with Mr. Wickham." Throughout his tale he had been pacing, and now he threw himself exhaustedly into the chair facing her. "I hope you realize that this was told to you in the strictest confidence, especially as regards my sister. She still feels the damage of this greatly, and I would be very displeased if the story were widely known," he finished pleadingly. Elizabeth only nodded, brow furrowed in deep thought. He looked at her for a few moments longer, then rose. "Well Miss Bennet, I hope you will acquit me of cruelty towards Mr. Wickham. Now, if you will excuse me." He started to leave, but was called back by Elizabeth.
"Mr. Darcy, wait. I ... I must apologize to you. I was blinded by my own dislike of you, and was even unwilling to realize how improper it was for Mr. Wickham to relate such a story to me after so brief an acquaintance. All I could think of was how truthful he seemed, and how your manners only confirmed any negative account that could be given of you. I am sorry Mr. Darcy." Now it was his turn to be pensive. Dislike of me? My manners? Of what is she speaking?
"I will be happy to accept your apology Miss Bennet, if you will enlighten me still further. In what way do my manners confirm any negative account of me? And did you say that you dislike me?" He seemed genuinely hurt as he repeated her words. Well, she thought, perhaps proud Mr. Darcy has some proper feeling after all!
"I have no wish to pain you, sir; I believe I have said enough."
"Nay, I insist on knowing your meaning madam," he said with a slight smile. She laughed. Mmm, what a delightful laugh she has.
"Very well, sir, but I warn you that you find it shocking, and quite despise me afterwards. Fortunately this will not be much of a change from the present circumstances, and as I have never sought your good opinion I shall not suffer greatly." Despise her? Is that what she thinks? Oh Elizabeth, if you had any idea ... "You are quite sure you wish me to continue?" He bowed. "All right ... Mr. Darcy, from the earliest moments of our acquaintance, your manners have impressed me with the fullest belief in your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others. You treat everyone you meet with contempt and ridicule and believe yourself to be above your company. Why, as early as the Meryton assembly you disdained us! I dare say you may have found some of the company barely tolerable, but obviously none of us were handsome enough to tempt you to dance." She raised an eyebrow and Darcy cringed, realizing that she had indeed overheard his conversation with Bingley. "Since then your behavior has been cold, often bordering on the uncivil ... in fact, I would say that you have often behaved in quite an ungentleman-like manner." By now Darcy was furious. Who do these country nobodies think they are?
"You have said quite enough madam, I perfectly comprehend your feelings. I will not force you to spend any more time in my odious company. Good night madam." He opened the library door for her and extended his arm.
"Good night Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth stormed out of the library. Well, at least I have gotten that off my chest! Perhaps now he will leave ... hmmph, that would be a blessing indeed! Now where is Jane? I must acquaint her with what has occurred!
Darcy sat brooding in the library. Arrogance? Conceit? Selfish disdain for the feelings of others? UNGENTLEMANLIKE MANNER?!?! I have always prided myself on being the essence of gentlemanlike behavior! She must be a great simpleton indeed to think that I would ever behave in an ungentlemanlike manner! "No Darcy, you know very well that Elizabeth Bennet is one of the most intelligent women you have ever encountered. Perhaps she has discerned something that you have not. She did hear your conversation with Bingley ... good God, I'm talking to myself." He continued his meditations for nearly three-quarters of an hour, fortunately missing the worst displays of Bennet impropriety. He quit the library, humbled, and looked around for Elizabeth. Oh Miss Bennet, I hope you are still here so I can make amends. Then he saw her, in a corner, speaking earnestly to Jane. He took a deep breath and approached her. The sisters stopped their conversation the moment he reached them.
"Miss Bennet, please allow me to apologize for my unkind words earlier. I have no excuse for them other than defense of my damaged pride. Please accept my humblest apologies." As he spoke, Jane slipped away to give them some privacy; Elizabeth was in complete shock. And now the proud Mr. Darcy is apologizing and humbling himself to me! A night of wonders indeed!
"Thank you sir, I shall accept your apology if you will accept mine. My words were impertinent and improper. I did not mean to cause you any pain."
"What did you say of me that I did not deserve? My behavior to you has been unpardonable. No, it is only I who should apologize."
"Well, sir, I am not one to argue with a gentleman." Ah, the teasing look is back in her eyes. She is not angry with me anymore ... I think.
"Thank you madam. Now, I do believe that the next set is to begin soon... if you are not otherwise engaged, may I be so bold as to claim your hand for it? As a gesture of friendship."
My, he does look rather handsome when he smiles so warmly. "Thank you sir, I am not engaged. I should be happy to dance with you." The set began and they took their places.
"This is certainly much more pleasant than our last dance, is it not Miss Bennet?" inquired Mr. Darcy smilingly.
"Yes, sir, I believe it is." The half hour passed in pleasant conversation, and both were sorry when it was over. He led Elizabeth off the dance floor, where they stood chatting until...
"My dear cousin Elizabeth! I have been looking for you for some time! I ... oh my! Is this gentleman who I think he is?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes in exasperation as Darcy tried to hide a smirk.
"Mr. Darcy, may I present my cousin Mr. Collins. Mr. Collins, this is Mr. Darcy."
"Of course! Mr. Darcy! This is an amazing coincidence. Sir, I am most happy to tell you that your aunt, the honorable Lady Catherine DeBourgh was in the best of health ... 8 days ago." He smiled and bowed.
"I'm glad to hear it sir. And how are you acquainted with my aunt?"
"Mr. Collins is fortunate enough to enjoy her patronage sir. He is the parson at Hunsfurd." Replied Elizabeth, hoping to keep Mr. Collins quiet.
"Indeed? How very fortunate," said Darcy with a smile to Elizabeth.
"Indeed it is sir. I am most fortunate to be graced with her kind condescension. She is so attentive and obliging and ..."
"Yes, I am quite sure of that sir. My aunt has always been very attentive to everything. If you will excuse us." He bowed and pulled Elizabeth away with him. As soon as they were out of earshot, they began to laugh. "Good God, what a ridiculous man! Erm, no offense to your relations Miss Bennet, but ..."
"Please do not make yourself uneasy Mr. Darcy. He may be my relation, but I assure you that I am not at all proud of the connection! He is most ridiculous, and has been fawning over me almost since his arrival. I fear that he intends to propose to me, although he could never make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last person in the world who could make him so!"
"Is that so? Well, perhaps I could use my influence as his great patroness' nephew to push his attentions in a more proper direction. Who do you feel would be a good victim.. er, bride for Mr. Collins?"
"Why Mr. Darcy!" she said with mock alarm. "I do think you have read my mind!" Yes, Miss Bennet, laugh; your laugh is so lovely! "I have noticed that my sister Mary finds him to be agreeable company, and I dare say that they would suit each other very well."
"Miss Mary Bennet ... very well, consider it done. I shall talk to him directly." He stood, and with a wink towards Elizabeth, walked in a rather stately manner to Mr. Collins. Happily for Mr. Darcy, Mr. Collins was talking to Mary as he approached, and she did seem quite charmed by him. Yes, this will do very well. "Mr. Collins, may I have a word with you?"
"Oh yes, of course Mr. Darcy, anything for the nephew of my dear patroness!" Darcy led him to the side of the room.
"Mr. Collins, I understand that it is my aunt's particular wish that you marry."
"Yes sir, as she said ..."
"Yes, well, I can imagine what she has said. I only wanted to tell you that your choice is an inspired one. My aunt will be very pleased indeed."
"My choice sir? Oh, you mean my charming cousin?"
"Yes, indeed. It is quite obvious that you and Miss Mary Bennet are quite taken with each other. She will make an excellent clergyman's wife, and her disposition will be very agreeable to Lady Catherine. I hope to offer you my congratulations on your engagement very soon sir." Darcy bowed his crispest bow. Mr. Collins was momentarily confused.
"Miss Mary Bennet, sir? Oh, yes, of course, Miss Mary! Yes, she is a lovely creature is she not? It is your opinion that she would be the best choice for my bride?"
"Without a doubt sir! She is of a serious, sober disposition that befits a clergyman's wife very well, and my aunt will be very pleased with her. Miss Jane seems to have been claimed by my dear friend Bingley; Miss Elizabeth is far too impertinent-my aunt would be most displeased with her, and I fear might send you away because of her," at this thought Mr. Collins seemed frightened, "The younger Miss Bennets, I feel, are too young and lively for my aunt's taste."
"Sir, I can not thank you enough for you concern and help. I have taken them to heart, I assure you!"
"Yes, well ... go to it then!"
"Of course, thank you Mr. Darcy. Oh Cousin Mary ..." Darcy chuckled. What a fool! To think that he considers himself worthy of marrying my Elizabeth! Did I just say MY Elizabeth? Shaking his head, he returned to the table at which Elizabeth was seated and took the chair to her right.
"Well, I dare say that is settled. When I left him he was chasing after your poor sister. I wouldn't be surprised if he proposed tomorrow." They laughed.
"Thank you; I hope indeed that Mary is the object of that proposal, for everyone's satisfaction!"
"And relief," he added softly, but not softly enough for her to miss. Why should you be relieved that Mr. Collins will not propose to me Mr. Darcy? He quickly changed the subject.
"Tell me Miss Bennet ... you seem to know the opinions of the neighborhood much better than I. Is it widely believed that my friend and your sister will soon be engaged?" Elizabeth blushed.
"Well sir, he has been very attentive to her. I think the idea is spoken of in the neighborhood."
"And does she return his affections? Please forgive my impertinence, but I care greatly for my friend, and would not wish him to be trapped in a loveless marriage." Color again rose to Elizabeth's cheeks, but this time in anger.
"My sister is not a fortune hunter, if that is what you mean."
"Please do not be offended. But I have noticed no peculiar signs of regard in her countenance. I do not wish her to be indifferent; indeed, that would hurt poor Bingley greatly. I am only expressing the results of impartial observation." Yes, very impartial I'm sure, Mr. Darcy!
"My sister is not the type to wear her heart on her sleeve Mr. Darcy. She may not show her love openly on her face, but she feels it deeply."
"That is all I needed to know Miss Bennet, thank you. I believe I can safely assure you that the neighborhood's expectations will be met." He winked and her countenance softened.
"I see ... so you will grant him your permission to propose to my sister then?" she said archly. Your turn to blush now, sir!
"No, no, that is not what I meant, I only ..."
"Come Mr. Darcy, we are friends. We need not quarrel about it. Let us change the subject." Are we friends, Elizabeth? I am glad to hear it!
"Very well Miss Bennet. Since we are such good friends, I will not feel awkward in asking for you hand for the rest of the dances this evening."
"That is very selfish of you sir! There are many other young men who wish to dance with me, I am sure. But, I suppose I will grace you with my presence just this once." They danced together for the rest of the ball, and, for the first time since the arrival of the Netherfield party, Jane and Bingley were not the most talked about couple in the neighborhood.
Part II Posted on Sunday, 2 December 2001
The day after the Netherfield ball, Darcy gets an early knock on his door...
Darcy groaned and rolled over. He'd been having a rather lovely dream about Elizabeth Bennet, and so was not prepared to be called from his fantasy by the knock on his door. Bloody hell, this better be important! "Who is it?" he asked sleepily as he wrapped his robe around himself.
"It's Bingley," came a somewhat nervous sounding voice from the other side of the door. Darcy opened it and ushered in the fully-dressed Charles.
"Bingley, you realize that it is barely past dawn?"
"Sorry Darce...it's just that I couldn't sleep any longer, I was too nervous and excited. I've made a resolution... I've ordered my horse...I'm going to London immediately and I wanted to let you know." London?? Why on earth would you go to London after the wonderful evening that just passed??
"Why on earth are you going to London, Bingley?" was all he said. His friend started pacing, a crooked little smile on his face.
"Darce...is not Jane Bennet the most angelic creature you have ever beheld?" he mused romantically. Darcy began to formulate an idea of what this sudden trip to London was about, but only smiled as his reply. Satisfied, Bingley continued. "Well, I certainly do. I'm sure I've never met a lady with such beauty, grace, modesty, talent, intelligence ..."
"Bingley," Darcy interrupted, "the trip to London?"
"Ah yes," replied Bingley with a blush. "Darce, I've fallen madly in love with Jane, and wish to propose to her! Therefore I must go to London to speak with my attorney and get the jewelry I wish to present to her." His tone seemed to imply that he was asking Darcy's permission, and Darcy was not about to disappoint him. If Bingley is engaged to Jane, he would visit Longbourn nearly everyday, and as his close friend, I would be free to accompany him and enjoy the charms of her sister... He smiled and offered his hand.
"I am very happy for you Bingley. Jane Bennet is indeed a lovely young woman; I heartily approve of your choice." Bingley visibly relaxed and smiled. "Have you spoken with your sisters yet?"
"Eh... no, not exactly. Caroline and Louisa don't like to be disturbed before 10 o'clock, and I want to set out as soon as possible. I sent a servant to London as soon as I awoke, so my attorney should be preparing the settlement when I arrive. If I can I shall propose this very night!" Darcy laughed.
"I believe it takes a bit longer than that my friend! You may be gone for several days."
"Several days?!?! Why would this be? Jane will think I have abandoned her if I leave right after the ball and don't return for several days!" He began pacing nervously, but Darcy put a calming arm on his shoulder.
"Not to fear my friend. You go to London as planned. I shall visit Longbourn today and tell them that you have gone to town but will return very soon. And perhaps I may even hint about the personal nature of your business as I look pointedly at Miss Jane?" Darcy teased. The still-anxious Bingley relaxed a bit and laughed.
"Darcy, I do not recall the last time I saw you so jovial. Pray tell me, am I the only one enamored of a Bennet lady?"
"Alright Charles, you caught me. I must admit that I have fallen passionately in love with one of the Bennet ladies."
"Hah! I knew it! And may I ask which one?" as if I don't already know...
"Of course ... I am proud to say that I have fallen head over heels in love with Mrs. Bennet herself. It was her wit, really which captured me, though her beauty is second to none of her daughters." Neither man could control himself at this, and to Darcy's relief, Bingley forgot his question.
"Well Darce, I'm off to town. Do visit Longbourn for me, and ... erm.. if you could inform my sisters of my errand, I would be most obliged."
"If you wish. Now be off with you! Send word when you have safely arrived."
"Yes mother. Goodbye!" Bingley ran down the corridor, Darcy smiling after him. Charles will be a very happy man. And if I wish to continue to be one for much longer, perhaps I should get dressed and leave as well, before I have to deal with his darling sisters. Sure enough, he was mounting his horse as Caroline and Louisa were coming down the stairs.
"Charles? Mr. Darcy? Where is everyone?" cried Caroline.
"Excuse me Miss Bingley, but Mr. Darcy left you this note."
"Thank you Fosset. Please bring in the tea."
"Very good ma'am."
"What does it say Caroline? Read it aloud!"
Dear Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley,Your brother has asked me to inform you that he has gone to town on a matter of personal business. He hopes to return very soon to propose to Miss Jane Bennet. I spoke with him this morning and gave him my heartfelt approval, and I hope you will do the same when he returns. I myself have gone to Longbourn to inform them of his departure and intentions to return within a day or two. Unless I am invited to dine there, I shall return to dine with you.
Yours, etc.
Darcy
Caroline nearly spit our her tea as she read Darcy's note. He APPROVES of this marriage?
"Caroline, there must be some mistake. Charles may wish to propose to Jane, but certainly Darcy cannot approve!"
"Yes, I'm sure you are right Louisa. Let us go find him! Fosset! Where is Mr. Darcy?"
"He left just before you came down Miss Bingley. I believe he went to Longbourn." Caroline could hardly contain her rage. Darcy is visiting the Bennets without an invitation and without Charles? What is going on?
Meanwhile, on the way to Longbourn...
I wonder what Elizabeth will be wearing today. I'm sure she'll look lovely. What a divine creature she is. How stupid I was to think her only tolerable. Bingley will forgive me, but Elizabeth is definitely the handsomest of the Bennet women. Perhaps I will have caught them so early that Elizabeth will not yet be dressed! Images of running up the stairs of Longbourn to find Elizabeth clothed less than decently flashed through his mind, but he quickly chastised himself. He did, however, allow himself to continue ruminating on her wardrobe, her fine eyes, and the elegance of her figure as she danced. Then, realizing that thoughts of her figure would leave him in no state to enter a house with ladies, he tried turning his attention to less pleasant memories. Such as Caroline's hideous orange gowns...ugh!, he shuddered. Nothing like thoughts of Caroline Bingley in orange to calm a man's amorous impulses! I must remember that trick in the future. Chuckling to himself, he finally arrived at Longbourn and handed the reins of his horse to a stable boy.
"Mr. Darcy ma'am," said Hill as she waved him into the drawing room. He bowed his politest bow and took the seat Mrs. Bennet indicated to him. Then he did something no one expected, especially Mrs. Bennet- he smiled! The ladies were so awestruck at the sight of his teeth that none of them could speak for a full minute. Elizabeth seemed most affected, barely able to maintain her composure at the sight of such a lovely smile. He should do that more often... I would never have refused to dance with him if I had known him capable of looking like that that! Finally she spoke.
"Mr. Darcy, it is a pleasure to see you. Do you come alone this morning?"
"I'm afraid so Miss Bennet. In fact, one of my reasons for coming is to convey a message to you. My friend had to go to town on a matter of personal business," he replied, looking, as he had said he would, pointedly at Jane, "so he will not be able to dine with you as soon as he had hoped. However, he hopes to return within a day or two, and will then call on you as soon as he is able." Again he smiled. Mrs. Bennet was amazed; Mr. Darcy had never been so agreeable. What could have affected this change? Then she remembered his attentions to Lizzy at the ball the night before. Why, he had danced four dances with her, and not another lady. He was, to be sure, very handsome, especially when he smiled, and he was one of the richest men in Derbyshire. The idea of having a son-in-law worth ten thousand a year began to sink in, and she suddenly became much friendlier towards "dear Mr. Darcy."
"My dear Mr. Darcy, since your friend has left you here, we must insist that you stay here and dine with us today. Isn't that right Lizzy?" Elizabeth blushed, embarrassed by her mother's behaviour. Darcy, however, seemed amused. How lovely she is with her cheeks so pink!
"Mrs. Bennet, you are very kind. I would be happy to accept. I will send word to Netherfield telling them not to expect me."
"You do us great honor sir!" replied Mrs. Bennet, not knowing what else to say. After a few moments of silence, her face brightened. "Pray, Mr. Darcy, have you seen the woods and groves around Longbourn? It is such a lovely day, and I am sure that one of my daughters would be more than happy to go walking with you. Lizzy, you know the countryside better than anyone, I dare say... why do you not take Mr. Darcy to Oakham Mount and show him the view?" Lizzy's face grew even redder. Her mother's obvious attempts to throw her in Mr. Darcy's path were becoming quite maddening.
"Of course Mama... I was just about to go on my morning walk myself." She glanced at Jane, who nodded and rose from her seat as well. "Mr. Darcy, if you will come with us." He bowed and the three of them walked quickly outside before Mrs. Bennet could think of a reason to call Jane back.
The lane was usually wide enough to accommodate the three of them, but Darcy made sure that he was next to Elizabeth whenever it was not. Jane could not help but smile at his obvious affection for her sister. She slowed her pace a bit to give them some privacy. He was content to simply be in Elizabeth's company and glance at her every few moments. Elizabeth was somewhat agitated over her mother's comments, but soon calmed down in the sunshine and cool breeze. And, she had to admit, the company was quite conducive to a good mood.
"Tell me, Mr. Darcy, did Mr. Bingley take his sisters to town with him?" He laughed.
"No, he left them in my care. I fear he would get nothing done if they had gone."
"Surely they do not interfere in his business matters."
"No, but this business is of a far more personal nature, which I am not at liberty to discuss at the moment. If I know his sisters, and I do, they will not be in a rage to approve of this business until it is done, at which point they will say how thrilled and excited they are, and how much they will love their new...but I say too much. Suffice it to say that they are still at Netherfield, and it is better for him that they are." She caught his drift, but decided to tease him a bit.
"And is it better for you as well Mr. Darcy?" she inquired with an arched eyebrow. He turned and met her eyes with an intense gaze.
"I am hardly preoccupied with the occupants of Netherfield right now, Miss Bennet." His stare and the meaning of his words made her blush and avert his eyes. She continued walking without saying anything in return until they reached Oakham Mount.
"There, sir, is that not lovely?" He looked out at the countryside, then back at her.
"Indeed, nothing lovelier," he murmured. The look on her face made him realize that he had said this aloud. "Yes, indeed, nothing lovelier in this part of the country, at least that I have seen. But I am far more partial to Derbyshire myself. There is no place like home, after all." He smiled weakly, hoping that he had covered for his earlier mistake. If not, she did not let on. Jane caught up with them then, and the three of them chatted for a bit before heading back to the house. As they approached, Lydia and Kitty ran up to Jane asking her to solve a dispute. Jane turned to give Lizzy an apologetic look as Lydia practically dragged her back inside. Now alone, Mr. Darcy extended his arm to suggest they walk towards the garden. This way they could still be alone and talk, but within full view of the house as was proper. His gentlemanlike behaviour did not go unnoticed by Elizabeth as they sat down on a small bench. She spoke first.
"Mr. Darcy, I am very glad you are to dine with us. You have been quite agreeable since our discussion in the library," she teased. "I think seeing your teeth put my mother into quite a shock!" He laughed.
"I admit, not many have had the privilege of seeing my teeth... not in a smile anyway. But today I could not help but smile. I am in a delightful mood that nothing could shake!" He gave her a meaningful look and smiled; she met his gaze and smiled back. The sound of a familiar voice shook them out of their reverie.
"Miss Bennet! I was told that I might find you here! I came to apologize to you for my absence at the ball last night." Elizabeth turned to face the speaker.
"Mr. Wickham!"
Part III Posted on Wednesday, 5 December 2001
"Mr. Wickham!" Elizabeth cried as she turned to face their new visitor. At the sound of his voice, Darcy had stiffened, but on hearing the name he jumped to his feet and spun around to look at the loathed man. Wickham's eyes widened and he paled, but recovered enough to make a slight bow to Darcy. He, however, stood stock still except for clenching his fist and his teeth.
"Darcy! I didn't expect to see you here," Wickham said nervously.
"No, I'll wager you didn't," Darcy muttered in reply. Elizabeth saw the anger flare in his eyes, and decided to intervene.
"Mr. Darcy was just paying us a visit, Mr. Wickham, and we were clearing up some previous misunderstandings we had had about each other."
"Oh?" was all Wickham found to say.
"Yes, indeed, and we were having a most interesting conversation. In fact, when you arrived I was just about to ask him to tell me more about his sister. I believe you know her too, Mr. Wickham; would you care to stay and share your memories of her?" Elizabeth asked archly. Both men at first looked confused, but as each caught her meaning, first Darcy then Wickham, a tiny smirk appeared on one face and a deep flush on the other.
"Indeed, Wickham, I would be interested in hearing your memories of my sister," said Darcy, with a hint of fury still in his voice. Wickham paled considerably.
"I thank you, but I must be on my way; I only intended to stop by to apologize for last night, and that is done, so I shall leave you. Good day Miss Bennet, Mr. Darcy." He bowed, turned and walked away visibly shaken. Elizabeth turned to Darcy with a wicked grin.
"You see Mr. Darcy, I am as capable of handling Mr. Wickham as I am of handling you!" He laughed. Oh those teeth again!
"Indeed Miss Bennet, I would have thought you capable of no less!" In fact, I would like to see what more you are capable of when it comes to handling me! Oh dear, do recall the trousers you are wearing Darcy! He blushed a bit, then sat down again. "Now, shall we return to our conversation?"
"Excellent idea. Of what were we speaking?"
"I believe you were telling my how agreeable I am. You are free to continue on that vein if you wish." Elizabeth smiled demurely.
"Actually, sir, I was quite done with that line of thinking. I believe you were speaking when we were interrupted. Something about your teeth, perhaps?"
"If you really wish to hear of my dental practices, Miss Bennet, I shall enlighten you, but I do not think..."
"No, Mr. Darcy," she laughed, "we were speaking of your smile; you said you were in a particularly good disposition today..."
"Ah, yes, well... the weather is so fine, and the ball was lovely, and I believe Bingley's good humor was infectious this morning..." he replied, stuttering. She raised an eyebrow.
"Those sound like relatively mundane pleasures to me Mr. Darcy. In me they would certainly not produce an unshakeable smile, and I believe that I smile much more easily than you!" Seeing the serious look in his eye, she turned her head, fearing that she had said too much, been too impertinent. Things were going so well, and I had to push him. Excellent work Lizzy! After a moment of thought, she spoke again. "Excuse me Mr. Darcy, sometimes my tongue leaps ahead of my judgment. I should not speak so, it was very impertinent. Excuse me..." She stood to leave, but he reached for her hand.
"Miss Bennet, please do not make yourself uneasy. Your words do not offend. What you say is true... you do smile much more often that I do. However, your smiles, I think, are quite infectious; each time I see one, I have to smile myself. And as for mundane pleasures, well, a man in my condition tends to see even small joys in a new light." She looked at him in surprise. He still held her hand, and he seemed to be implying something much deeper in his eyes than his words expressly revealed. Darcy could not long withstand her penetrating gaze and looked away as he dropped her hand. "Excuse me... I have stayed too long and said too much. Perhaps I should return to Netherfield..."
"But Mr. Darcy, are you not staying here to dine with us? I hope I have not offended you in any way."
"No, not at all. I am the one who has been too forward." He blushed. Oh my, he needs to stop looking so darling all the time.
"I do not follow you sir. I have seen no impropriety in your behavior. You have no need to apologize, and certainly no need to leave, I assure you." Her manner was so innocent, sweet and pleading, Darcy could not help but relax and smile.
"Thank you Miss Bennet, that is very comforting. Everything is going so well, and I would not wish to ruin anything with my poor manners and ungentlemanlike behavior," he winked. Before she could reply, he hastily said, "Shall we back to the house for dinner?" He offered his arm and she took it, and they walked back to Longbourn together.
Meanwhile in Meryton...
Darcy? DARCY?? At Longbourn! What the deuce is Darcy doing at Longbourn? I told Elizabeth my story, she seemed to believe me, yet days later she is dancing four dances with him at a ball and talking with him in her garden! And she mentioned Georgiana... is it possible that she knows? That Darcy TOLD her the truth? Wickham's thoughts were somewhat frantic since leaving Longbourn. Elizabeth had certainly implied that she knew about the Georgiana fiasco, and if she knew that she certainly knew the rest. And if Darcy had told one person, he might be inclined to tell more.
"Damn!" he yelled, pounding a fist on the table in his room. With Darcy around, he could hardly hope to seduce Elizabeth as he had been planning. She had been wrapped around his finger, but now... He grumbled and cursed his fate for several minutes longer, then headed to the nearest pub to drown his sorrows.
At Netherfield...
Caroline Bingley was not in a good mood. She had been contemplating Darcy's note, and the more she thought, the worse she felt. The image of him dancing again and again with Eliza Bennet burned in her memory, and the fact that he had gone to Longbourn only increased her sense of dread. She dared not vocalize her feelings to Louisa, but her pensiveness drew her sister's attention.
"Caroline, you have not said two words together since reading Mr. Darcy's letter. What on earth are you about?" She had a good idea what her sister was "about", but she felt she should at least ask.
"Oh, I suppose I am just tired Louisa. I did not sleep very well last night, and with a nearly empty house, I fear that I am terribly bored!" She smiled weakly, hoping to fool her sister. The lie failed, but Louisa pretended to believe her.
"Why don't you go back to your room and lie down, sister? I will call you down for dinner."
"I think I shall; yes, yes, I think I shall. Thank you Louisa." Caroline stood up quickly, surreptitiously pocketing Darcy's letter in the process. She hastened up the stairs and threw herself on her bed. Oh Fitzwilliam, she thought, fingering the letter, will you never notice me? She sighed with as much emotion as she had probably ever felt, then rolled over and cried herself to sleep.
Several hours later, Caroline Bingley descended the stairs of Netherfield Hall, all traces of tears and emotion gone from her face. It had not seemed possible, but her face had become even colder and haughtier than before. She had fully recovered any ego that may have been lost, and resolved even more strongly to fight the upstart pretensions of that country nobody. Fitzwilliam Darcy will be mine! Nothing will prevent me from becoming mistress of Pemberley. Especially not Eliza Bennet!
Three miles down the road...
Elizabeth and Darcy returned to the house to find a huge commotion. Mrs. Bennet's shrieks and squeals could be heard all over the house, but from what Elizabeth could tell, they were at least positive. Hill came briskly past them, and Elizabeth stopped her to ask what was going on.
"Why, ma'am, Mr. Collins has just proposed to Miss Mary, and she has accepted him. Mrs. Bennet is in a most joyful state, and Mr. Collins is telling everyone how he is the happiest of men, and everything is just in an uproar. I am gone to fetch Mrs. Bennet's smelling salts, for she fears she may faint with joy." Lizzy and Darcy tried to suppress their laughter until Hill had run up the stairs.
"Mr. Darcy, I have to thank you for your help in diverting Mr. Collins' attention to Mary. I believe they will be very happy, as will my mother!" He laughed.
"Indeed, it is my opinion that this situation has worked out in everyone's best interests." Especially my own, he silently added. "Perhaps I should go offer him my congratulations?" he winked.
"Oh, please do, I am anxious to hear about how his noble patroness Lady Catherine DeBourgh will feel about this match!" The two of them went to the drawing room, where Mr. Collins and Mary stood close together. They quickly separated, blushing, when they heard the door. Mr. Collins smiled broadly when he saw Mr. Darcy and approached him eagerly.
"Mr. Darcy, how wonderful to see you. I was hoping to see you soon so I could impart my good news. You see before you the happiest of men; my lovely cousin Mary has consented to be my wife." He gazed back at his "beloved", who blushed demurely. Darcy and Elizabeth were both taken aback by the change in Mary; she seemed almost glowing! As much as it disgusted them, Mary truly seemed to be in love with Mr. Collins. Well, at least she will be happy with him. Which is more than I can say for anyone else in this world, I am sure! Lizzy thought. Darcy saw fit to reply to Mr. Collins.
"Yes, sir, I heard the news as I entered the house. You are a very fortunate man, and as I said before, have made an excellent choice. If you wish, I can write to Lady Catherine myself with the news." Mr. Collins' eyes widened at this gracious condescension from the great man.
"Sir, you do me such a great honor. I am most grateful for your warm condescension and kindness. It is obvious to me that Lady Catherine..."
"Yes, yes, well, I had better get to writing that letter. Congratulations again, sir, and to you Miss Bennet." Darcy bowed and left the room. Elizabeth stayed a bit longer to offer slightly more familial congratulations, then followed Darcy. She found him chatting amiably with her father in his library, and she smiled. So he is already getting along with Papa? This is most interesting. She approached.
"Ah, Lizzy, come here. I was just talking with your friend Mr. Darcy, here. He is a very amusing chap; I wonder that you have not brought him around before!" She laughed.
"I apologize, sir, but I did not know he was an amusing chap until very recently."
"Well, well, let us just make up for lost time then. Come, I wish to see this letter that you will write on behalf of Mr. Collins!" The three of them amused themselves for the next half hour writing the most pretentious letter they could; needless to say, Mr. Collins was very pleased, and Darcy assured them that Lady Catherine would be equally gratified. Dinner at Longbourn was a very happy event on the 27th of November.
At the Bingley townhouse...
Charles Bingley paced back and forth in his room. He had the jewels for Jane, most importantly the heirloom ring his mother had given him for his future bride; he had told his staff to begin planning for the arrival of a new mistress to the house; and he had spoken to his attorney about the marriage settlement. This last article was the only one that troubled him. Bainbridge had said that he may need at least another day to prepare everything, and Bingley did not wish to wait so long. He reluctantly agreed to wait, since he really could not avoid it. I wonder if Jane misses me as much as I miss her. What an angel she is. Restless, he decided to call his carriage and go to the club for some pool and conversation to pass the time. He was greeted by some friends and ordered a drink when he arrived, but he had hardly had time to sit down with a newspaper when he overheard a conversation going on near him.
"You're from Hertfordshire, aren't you Webb? Do you know these Bennets?" Bingley was suddenly all ears.
"Yes, I lived there several years ago, when the Bennet ladies were younger; there are five of them, I believe, all lovely. This Collins fellow is a lucky man."
"That's what I hear. I have heard from another friend of mine in that part of the country, and he said the engagement is the talk of the county. Apparently he is connected to the DeBourgh family of Kent, so this is a fortuitous match for a Bennet girl to make." Bingley heard no more of the conversation; he had thrown down his newspaper and ran outside to his carriage. Without thinking, he told the driver to take him Netherfield. His mind was in a frantic state. No, please do not let it be true! Jane cannot be engaged to someone else!
Part IV Posted on Sunday, 9 December 2001
Bingley's thoughts were in absolute turmoil as his carriage hastened into Hertfordshire. My Jane, engaged to another man? This cannot be... I must prevent this somehow! The carriage was about to turn down the lane leading to Netherfield when Bingley yelled out to the driver to take him to Longbourn instead. He had no plan of what to do or say; he just knew that he had to get to Jane immediately, while he still had a chance to win her love. The carriage pulled in front of Longbourn and Bingley jumped out and ran towards the door, nearly crashing into a confused Darcy.
"Charles! What are you doing here? I thought you were in town!"
"No time to explain Darcy. I have to get in the house!" Bingley ran past his friend and into Longbourn. The first person he saw was the unfortunate Mr. Collins. Bingley's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Ah, Mr. Bingley! I understood you were still in town. How lovely to see you! I wonder if you have yet heard the wondrous news about Miss Bennet and myself. Indeed, you must have, for Mr. Darcy himself showed me the most gracious condescension by sending the announcement into the papers himself! It is most..." Mr. Collins was interrupted when Bingley roughly grabbed his collar and pushed him to the nearest wall.
"Yes, Collins, I heard your news, and I rushed right here to tell you that this marriage cannot happen! You cannot have her! She is mine! I went to London to get my affairs together to propose; I am gone two days and I learn that another man has beaten me to it! No, sir, I will NOT let you take my beloved Jane away from me!"
"Jane?" replied a confused Mr. Collins in a choked voice. "Sir, I do not have to pleasure of understanding you. I have no intention of marrying my cousin Jane." Much to Collins' relief, Bingley released his grip.
"What?"
"I said, sir, that I have no intention of marrying Miss Jane. I am engaged to Miss Mary Bennet, not Miss Jane. There must have been some mistake in your information. Perhaps a misunderstanding? As the honorable Lady Catherine DeBourgh says ..." But the rest of this speech was wasted on Bingley. He staggered away from Mr. Collins in utter confusion. Collins isn't marrying Jane ... but what about the men in the club? He slapped his forehead as he realized that the men had not actually specified which Miss Bennet had gotten engaged; he had just assumed that it would have been Jane. What stupid presumption! Now I am sure she will never have me, once she learns what an idiot I am! Defeated, he began walking back towards his carriage. Darcy, standing in the doorway, stopped his progress.
"Bingley, what was that display?" Darcy asked with concern. Bingley sighed.
"Darce, I am a great fool. This morning I heard two gentlemen at the club discussing the engagement of a Miss Bennet from Hertfordshire. I did not stop to think that it might be another Miss Bennet; I simply assumed that another admirer had beaten me to the proposal and that Jane had accepted because she thought I had abandoned her." Darcy would have teased him, but the dejected look on his friend's face prevented it. He simply placed a reassuring hand on Bingley's shoulder.
"Bingley, I am sorry you had to go through that agony, even for a short while. But think on the bright side; I know for a fact that Miss Jane is not engaged, and eagerly awaits your return." Bingley smiled weakly, then frowned again.
"I am sure she will not have me when she learns of my stupid behavior towards her poor cousin." Darcy laughed.
"On the contrary, she will probably be flattered by your devotion and find it adorable or some such nonsense." Bingley finally managed a grin.
"Perhaps." They stood in silence for a few moments, until Bingley turned a questioning glance to his friend. "Actually Darcy, what are you doing here at Longbourn?" It was now Darcy's turn to be discomfited.
"Well ... I called the day after the ball as you asked, and was invited to dinner. At dinner, Mr. Bennet invited me to shoot with him the following day, so I called yesterday. Today I was invited to tea." Bingley was shocked.
"You mean that you have spent everyday here since my departure? With Mrs. Bennet?" Darcy laughed.
"No, not exactly. Yesterday I was mostly in the company of Mr. Bennet, and I have spent most of the rest of the time with Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth." His slight blush and turn of countenance at the mention of this last name did not go unnoticed by Charles.
"Well, that certainly shows a change of heart from your earlier assessment of Hertfordshire society," replied Bingley with an amused air.
"Yes, well ... perhaps I have grown accustomed to it."
"Mr. Bingley!" Both gentlemen's heads were turned at the sound. Elizabeth Bennet came into view with a bright smile, followed closely by Jane. When Jane saw Mr. Bingley, her face brightened considerably, tinged with a slight blush and a modest smile. Their eyes met and it was all he could do to keep from proposing on the spot. After warm greetings between them, Elizabeth turned to Bingley's taller friend.
"Hello Mr. Darcy. I am glad you are to have tea with us."
"As am I Miss Bennet," he replied with a courteous bow and a grin. Now Bingley was really surprised; Darcy had laughed and smiled multiple times in the few minutes since Bingley's arrival, and seemed downright jovial. Perhaps this has something to do with another of the Miss Bennets ... Elizabeth and Darcy entered the house without another thought of their companions, left standing in front of the door. Bingley turned to Jane nervously.
"Miss Bennet." He greeted with a bow and warm smile.
"Mr. Bingley. How lovely to see you." Her cheeks were entirely crimson now and her smile was broader. What a darling angel! Oh, to have her be mine always... "Shall we go inside? I don't believe tea is ready yet, but we can wait in the drawing room."
"Actually Miss Bennet, I should like to take a turn in the garden before we go in, if that is agreeable to you." She nodded and they made their way to the garden. Both were growing exceedingly nervous, but Bingley knew he had to get his courage up. Remember how you felt when you thought someone else had beaten you to it! He stopped walking and cleared his throat.
"Miss Bennet, I have something very particular to speak to you about. I ... that is, you ... no, I mean ... Miss Bennet, since first we met, I have thought you to be the loveliest, sweetest, most angelic creature of my acquaintance. I would be most honored if you would agree to be my wife." Jane was breathless; her eyes, glistening with tears, rose to meet his as he took her hand and softly kissed it.
"Yes, Mr. Bingley, I would be very happy to marry you, for I too love you very dearly!" she replied softly. Bingley's face immediately broke into a large smile. They gazed at each other for a few moments, then he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. The happy couple walked back into the house, where Bingley immediately sought out Mr. Bennet to secure his approval. Several minutes later, the two gentlemen returned to the drawing room to impart the happy news. While everyone celebrated and congratulated the newly-betrothed, Darcy gazed at Elizabeth. He could not help but see the joy on his friend's face, a joy that can come only from loving and being loved. Darcy longed to feel that joy as well, and he felt that he was certainly well on his way to loving; but was he loved? Only time would tell.
Elizabeth discreetly watched Mr. Darcy's actions through the effusions of joy, and realized that he was staring at her the entire time. She imagined herself in her sister's place, and where at one time she had briefly envisioned Mr. Wickham, she know saw Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy proposing; Mr. Darcy proclaiming his love for her ... Their eyes met briefly, and his countenance lit up when he saw the affectionate smile playing on her lips. Then her attention was turned by one of her sisters, and the moment was over. But it was there, he thought. For one splendid moment ... Full of happiness, Darcy finally took his turn to congratulate the bride and groom to be.
In a tavern in Meryton ...
Wickham was not in quite the joyous mood felt by the inhabitants of Longbourn. He was swimming in debt and beginning to be hounded by his creditors again, and he had been in a drunken stupor since the meeting with Darcy and Elizabeth. Blast that Darcy! I might have been enjoying Elizabeth's favors by now if not for him. I cannot believe he told her of his sister! He must fancy her greatly to tell her of such private matters. Staring into the bottom of his empty mug, Wickham suddenly had a terrible idea. Darcy hates me more than anyone. It seems too late to get Elizabeth, but if I were to seduce one of the sisters, their family name would be ruined and he would have nothing to do with them. Yes, then he and Elizabeth would pay for slighting me! He chuckled at his own cleverness. Now it is only a matter of choosing the sister!
Loud laughter from the street interrupted his reverie. He looked out the window to see Lydia and Kitty Bennet walking towards their Aunt Phillips' house. His lips curled into an evil grin; he paid his bill, straightened out his coat, and stepped outside just in time to nearly run right into Lydia. She pushed him playfully and laughed.
"Wickham! How lovely to see you! We were just on our way to see Aunt Phillips and share the happy news!" He smiled his most charming smile.
"Ladies, it is always a pleasure. What happy news do you have, or is it a family secret?"
"No secret at all! You know that my sister Mary was just engaged to that nasty Mr. Collins, and now we have another sister engaged!" His countenance changed ever so slightly, but fortunately for him the girls did not notice. Good God, Darcy works quickly! Proposed to Elizabeth already? Lydia continued. "This very morning, Mr. Bingley came and proposed to Jane!" Wickham smiled widely again.
"That is happy news indeed! Please send my congratulations to your sister. I must admit that I am relieved that it wasn't one of you; I believe I would have broke my heart." He winked and grinned wickedly. Kitty blushed, but Lydia took this comment as incentive to flirt right back.
"Not to worry Mr. Wickham. I believe I would never accept a proposal unless it came from a man in a redcoat. I can't imagine falling in love with someone who is not an officer!"
"I am glad to hear it Miss Bennet. You won't find better husband elsewhere, I am quite sure." He paused to give her a meaningful look. "But, I had best not detain you from your visit. I am sure your aunt will want to hear the news as well. Send her my best." He bowed.
"Thank you Mr. Wickham. We hope to see you soon!" With that the girls ran off the their destination, giggling and whispering along the way. Well... Lydia Bennet it shall be then! he thought as he turned in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, at Netherfield ...
Caroline Bingley was a very unhappy woman. She had done her best to keep Darcy at Netherfield, but kept insisting on going to Longbourn. For the third straight day he had called there, and still had not returned. The ladies had also been invited to tea, but Mr. Hurst had absolutely refused to go, and Louisa had begged Caroline to stay. Darcy insisted that they need not trouble themselves, and had practically run out the door to his waiting horse. Now Caroline was terribly bored, and quite put out. She had half-read nearly every book in the library, played on the pianoforte, and taken enough turns about the room to feel thoroughly refreshed, but still could not prevent the boredom. She threw herself down on a sofa.
"Louisa, can we not go to London?" she whined. Suddenly she sat up and her face lit up. "Perhaps we can keep Charles there and he will not return to propose to Jane!" Louisa was intrigued by the idea.
"That is quite a thought Caroline. Let us speak to Darcy about it when he returns!"
"Yes, but we cannot mention that motive. He is apparently in favor of this match, so we cannot let him know that the reason for the trip is to stop it. We will just tell him that we're bored with Hertfordshire and wish to go to town. And if all of his hosts are gone, he cannot very well stay on here!" She smiled malevolently. And then he won't be able to see his precious Eliza! Their attention was turned by the sound of voices and footsteps down the hall. "Who could that be? Did Darcy bring someone back with him?" At that moment, Darcy and Bingley walked in and greeted the ladies. Caroline jumped to her feet.
"Charles! I did not expect you back so soon! Did you conclude all of your business?" He smiled sheepishly.
"Well, not quite all of it, but it is nearly done, and I decided to come down to Netherfield for the day. I shall return to London briefly tomorrow to finish, and I will hopefully be back here day after tomorrow." Darcy laughed.
"Yes, I doubt you could bear to stay away longer than that." Bingley joined in his laughter, temporarily leaving his sisters out of the joke. He remembered himself quickly and turned to the ladies.
"Oh, Caroline, Louisa, I have some wonderful news!" Caroline groaned inwardly. Oh no, has he done it already? "Today I have asked Miss Jane Bennet to be my wife and she has accepted me!" The ladies exchanged a glance, considered a protest, but thought better of it. Instead, they smiled and congratulated their brother with as false and exuberant joy as they were able to convey. Darcy rolled his eyes, but decided that at least they were not arguing with the decision, although he knew he would probably hear of it later. The remainder of the evening passed relatively pleasantly, but Bingley retired before the rest, as he was to depart for town early the next day. Darcy was about to take his leave as well when Caroline called him over.
"Oh Mr. Darcy, come and talk with me for a while!" she cooed. "We have not had much time lately." He sighed and turned to her.
"Indeed, Miss Bingley, it has been a busy day today." Her face soured. Oh no, here it comes.
"Yes, busy it was. I can't say I'm utterly thrilled by the events of the day, though."
"You certainly seemed happy when your brother told you the news." Her face colored slightly.
"Well, I didn't feel it was the right time to tell him of my doubts. I am happy that he has found joy, and Jane is a dear, sweet girl; but I can't be as happy with the situation of her family. And her mother!" she laughed. Ugh, what a sickening laugh you have Caroline. Not nearly so pleasant as Elizabeth's. Sensing that she had lost his attention, Caroline made a direct attack. "And then there are her sisters, especially Eliza." His eyes were turned to hers again; she smiled. "I must confess, I never saw much beauty in her face. She is outdoors far too much I think. And she has a self-sufficiency without fashion that I find intolerable. Quite the opposite from her mild and proper elder sister. It is hard to believe that they are even related." Darcy's anger was raised, but he managed to stay perfectly polite.
"Actually, they are really very similar when you talk to them. Miss Elizabeth is certainly more fiery, but she and her sister share similar views and ideals. I certainly find them to be two of the most pleasant women of my acquaintance," he said coolly. "Now if you will excuse me, Miss Bingley, I am also going to retire. I wish to see Charles off in the morning. Good night madam, Mr. Hurst, Mrs. Hurst." He bowed and swiftly walked out of the room, leaving Caroline speechless.
Part V Posted on Tuesday, 11 December 2001
Darcy breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the parlor. Another minute with that woman speaking ill of my Elizabeth and I would strangled her! The thought of his beloved, however, put him out of his ill humor quickly. My Elizabeth, he thought with a smile. Oh, what I would give to make her my Elizabeth! How long must I wait for her to love me? He entered his chamber and began untying his cravat. I wish I had Fitzwilliam or Georgiana here to counsel me. They always know what to say! But I cannot invite anyone without first talking to Bingley, and I wouldn't dare bring Georgiana here with Wickham in the neighborhood. I wonder if I could get rid of him somehow... After much thought, Darcy resolved to ask Bingley if he could invite his cousin and sister to Netherfield, and to pay a visit to Colonel Forrester the next day.
As was typical for him of late, Darcy dreamed of Elizabeth that night. He would dream of them dancing, talking, laughing ... but this night, his dreams followed a different path. They were married, and he was carrying her into Pemberley. She looked at him lovingly as he opened the door to the master bedroom and gently put her down on the large four-poster bed. He reached down to touch her face, pushing aside wayward curls as he did so. At last he kissed her, and she kissed back with a passion that only caused his fire to burn hotter. He pushed the nightgown down her shoulder ...
An ill-timed knock on the door interrupted this wonderful dream, and Darcy groaned as he rolled over. "Who is it, and why in bloody hell are you knocking on my door at this hour?" he called out angrily. A meek servant's voice was heard from the other side of the door.
"Excuse me sir, but you asked to be called when Mr. Bingley was, and he is now preparing to leave. Do you wish to be called later?" Darcy cursed under his breath.
"No, no, this is fine. I had not realized that it was already so late. Thank you, tell Bingley I shall be up directly." He rose and dressed quickly, knowing Bingley would be in a rush to leave. Both men left their rooms at the same moment.
"Darcy! Good morning! Is it not the most delightful morning you have ever seen?" Darcy laughed at his friend's exaggeration.
"Yes, Bingley, I suppose it is a lovely morning. You will have pleasant weather for your journey. Em ... speaking of journeys, I was hoping you would oblige me a small favor."
"Anything!"
"Would you give me your permission to invite Colonel Fitzwilliam and Georgiana to come to Netherfield? He is to have leave for Christmas, and I am certain that Georgiana would love to see all of you for the holidays." Bingley smiled widely.
"Of course, of course! The more the merrier, I always say! Why, if you wish, I can bring Georgiana myself from London."
"Thank you Bingley, I shall write her a letter informing her, and you can call on the house to deliver it to her if that is agreeable to you." He agreed, the letter was written, and Bingley was on his merry way. The second letter was written to Colonel Fitzwilliam, but Darcy decided to take it into Meryton himself on his way to see Colonel Forrester.
Near the militia's camp, Darcy noticed a small, dark tavern. Humph, that is just the sort of place the scoundrel would frequent! He stepped inside with not a little disgust, and strode up to the proprietor, who was quite surprised to see such a man in his shop.
"Yes, sir, 'ow may I 'elp ye?" he asked Darcy eagerly.
"You may give me some information, Mr. ..."
"Bell, sir, the name's Bell."
"Mr. Bell. Does a man named Wickham, one of them militia officers, frequent your establishment?" The man snorted.
"Aye, that 'e does, and has one of the biggest tabs in town. Always gamblin and rough-housin too. Must have 800 or more pounds of debt over 'is 'ead." Darcy smiled.
"Yes, I imagined as much. Mr. Bell, I have a long history with this man. He has done my family much wrong, and I wish nothing more than to have him out of this neighborhood so he cannot others. Would you be willing to close your shop and come with me? I will, of course, make up the cost of your lost business."
"Certainly, sir, if it will get one more scoundrel out of Meryton!" Bell pushed his few customers out and locked up the tavern, and the two men walked towards the militia camp. They were shown to Colonel Forrester's house at the edge of it, and Darcy left his name with the servant. Colonel Forrester came down almost immediately.
"Mr. Darcy, you do me great honor sir. How may I be of service to you?"
"Colonel Forrester, I have come to warn you about one of your officers. Mr. Wickham, sir, is the man of whom I speak. I have a long history with him, and he has done me great wrong." Darcy elaborated, telling the same tale he had told Elizabeth, but omitting the part involving Georgiana, saying only, "In addition, he has been known to attempt the seduction of more than one young lady of fortune, thankfully being intercepted before he was able to succeed. In addition to these sins, he is also an infamous gambler, and runs up tremendous debts everywhere he goes. This gentleman is Mr. Bell, owner of the tavern down the street, and he can tell you of the debts Mr. Wickham has incurred in Meryton." Bell told Colonel Forrester about the bar tab and the gambling debts of which he had knowledge, and added that he had heard tell of more in neighboring villages.
Colonel Forrester asked them to produce a list of creditors so he could verify their information; Darcy left, and within an hour had returned with nearly a dozen men claiming a debt from Wickham. In all, the man owed nearly 2000 pounds to taverns and gamers in Meryton alone. Furious, Colonel Forrester had a servant call Wickham to see him. Darcy politely asked to be excused, as his presence may create an unpleasant scene, so he waited in the library while Wickham had his audience. Wickham was unable to defend himself against the charges placed at his door, and in the end it was decided that he should give up his commission, settle his affairs, and quietly leave Meryton by the following sunset. Darcy came back to the parlor after Wickham's departure, and offered to settle the scoundrel's debts, an offer that was eagerly accepted by Wickham's creditors. Darcy bowed, thanked Colonel Forrester for his help, then left to find Wickham himself.
A quarter of an hour later, Darcy found himself knocking on the door of a shabby apartment in a nearby inn. A bewildered Wickham opened the door and let him in.
"Darcy! I should have known...you had a hand in my sudden disgrace, didn't you?" Darcy spoke without minimum regard to the question asked.
"I have written to my cousin, Mr. Wickham. He is to find you a commission in a northern regiment. You should be resettled by the close of the year. I have also found a place for you to stay in London in the interim; here is the address. Good day sir." He bowed curtly and turned to leave.
"Why are you doing this Darcy? Why such haste to have me gone? Are you concerned about your darling Elizabeth?" At these words, Darcy turned. "Ah, hit a sore spot have I? Yes, she is quite a girl isn't she? I fancied a tumble with her myself, and I daresay I would have succeeded had you not interfered as you always do."
"Indeed, sir, you are quite mistaken, and on two accounts," Darcy replied coolly. "For one thing, I am quite sure that Miss Bennet is not the sort of young woman who takes 'tumbles' with men such as you; and I am not doing this for her sake, but for my own. I cannot stand the sight of you, and as I intend on staying in the neighborhood for quite some time, I do not wish to have to keep seeing you. Therefore, I have done everything in my power to change the circumstance. Fortunately for me, you are so accomplished at being an utter scoundrel that I do not have to create any falsehoods to sully your character. However, you know better than anyone that I am not an evil man, and do not wish to see you desperate; therefore I have procured a new position for you, and the lodgings in London are paid for until you go north. After that, I wash my hands of you forever, Wickham, and you must fend for yourself. All connection between us is now dissolved. Good day." Again he bowed, and walked out of the room, leaving Wickham speechless. Darcy chuckled to himself. What a knack I have had lately for leaving people speechless! Quite satisfied with himself, Darcy whistled as he rode back to Netherfield.
Wickham could not be so happy. His plans were thrown into turmoil; he would have to work much faster with Lydia Bennet now, but with his reputation blackened it was unlikely that he would be admitted into her society. Unless I get to her before the news spreads... He jumped up, grabbed his coat, and ran out the door.
Back at Longbourn ...
"Oh Kitty, wasn't Wickham dashingly handsome yesterday? I believe he is the handsomest man in the regiment, even more than Denny!" Lydia sighed.
"Yes, he is the picture of what a young man should be," replied Kitty dreamily. Lizzy eyed them sternly.
"Do not look at us like that Lizzy! I know you preferred Wickham yourself, before Mr. Darcy started paying his attentions to you!" Lizzy blushed.
"You are deceived Lydia. I did find him to be pleasant," at this Lydia smirked, "but I have since learned things about Mr. Wickham's character that caused me to form a different opinion of him. I promise you, he is not the amiable young man he pretends to be." Lydia was unfazed.
"The only difference I have noticed is that he has stopped calling on you. I hardly call that a character flaw!" The younger girls giggled at Lydia's cleverness, but Lizzy silenced them with a glare.
"I am quite glad that he has not come to call on me, Lydia. I would not wish him back again."
Curious, Kitty asked, "And why not Lizzy? You must admit that he is handsome and charming... why would you not wish his attentions?" Lizzy sighed.
"Looks and charm are not everything, Kitty, and when accompanied by infamous character, they are nothing at all. I cannot tell you the details, but I know of some very shocking actions in his not-so-distant past which make me very glad that he does not come around Longbourn anymore." Her sisters were about to press her for more when Hill opened the door, announcing Mr. Wickham himself. The ladies immediately jumped up. Wickham seemed uncomfortable when he saw Elizabeth, but managed to smile.
"Hello ladies! I hope I am not interrupting your work." Elizabeth put down her embroidery.
"Not at all sir. In fact, we were just talking about you." She raised an eyebrow, making her meaning clear. He, however, managed a weak smile and pretended not to understand.
"Well, what a coincidence! Nothing too awful I hope." With this comment he winked at Lydia, who happily smiled back at him.
"Of course not Mr. Wickham! I am glad you are come to call. Will you not stay for tea?" His expression darkened.
"Alas, I am afraid that my call must be brief. I have come to take my leave of you all. I have been transferred to another regiment, and leave tomorrow to take that commission." Elizabeth was surprised, but relieved, at this declaration; Kitty was confused, still unsure of what to think of him; Lydia looked positively dejected.
"Oh Wickham, must you leave us? You shall break all our hearts, I'm sure!" Mary muttered something about infinitely preferring a book to Mr. Wickham's charms, but was ignored as usual.
"Yes, Miss Bennet, I'm afraid I must. Duty and honor call me to the north, and I am not the sort of man to ignore either one." He glanced quickly at Elizabeth, who merely arched an eyebrow again. "So, much as it pains me, I must say goodbye to all of my dear Hertfordshire friends." He turned first to Kitty, kissing her hand and bowing, then in turn to Mary, Elizabeth, and finally Lydia. When he took Lydia's hand, he inconspicuously slipped a small piece of paper into it, then bent to kiss it and gave her a wink. She was surprised, but was discreet about the note. Finally he bowed to all of them and left.
"Well," said Lydia with a pout, "I hope you are satisfied Lizzy. He is leaving us."
"Yes, I am satisfied. I am quite glad that we shall be deprived of his company!" With a huff, Lydia ran out of the room, grateful for the pretense allowing her to go read her note in privacy. She opened it as she hastened up the stairs, nearly knocking over Jane, who was coming down.
"What do you have there Lydia?"
"Oh, nothing at all, just a note from Harriet," she stammered in reply, then hurried to her room and closed the door. Jane walked into the drawing room, confused.
"Lizzy, when did Lydia get a letter from Mrs. Forrester?" Jane asked innocently.
"Mrs. Forrester? She didn't that I know of ..." Eyes widening in realization, Elizabeth threw down her embroidery and ran after Lydia, who was eagerly reading Wickham's note.
My dearest Lydia,There is one lady in Hertfordshire I shall be very loath to part from, and that is you my love. I cannot bear the thought of leaving you. I beg you to meet me in front of Bell's Tavern this evening at 5. If you will go with me to Gretna Green, I would be the happiest man in the world!
Eternally yours,
George Wickham
Lydia sighed; what a romantic notion, to elope with the man she loved! What a surprise it would be to everyone when they noticed her gone, only to return days later as Mrs. Wickham! She giggled at the notion, then began to prepare her things for leaving. Suddenly there was a knock on her door and Elizabeth burst in.
"Lydia! What did Mr. Wickham give you?" Lydia paled.
"Mr. Wickham?" she replied, hastily putting her arm behind her back. "Why, Mr. Wickham did not give me anything. I do not know what you are speaking of Lizzy."
"Lydia, I know he gave you something. Let me see it."
"Leave me be Lizzy! You are just envious of me because he has paid me special attention instead of you." This attempt at diversion, however, was wasted on Elizabeth, who reached behind Lydia and snatched the note from her hand. Lydia whined and carried on, trying to get it back, but Elizabeth kept her at away and ran down the stairs to the drawing room. To her surprise, Darcy had joined her sisters there, and all eyes turned her as she ran in breathless.
"Mr. Darcy!" she exclaimed. He gave her a questioning look.
"Good morning Miss Bennet. Have you been ... exercising?" She blushed.
"I suppose you could call it that."
"LIZZY! GIVE ME MY LETTER BACK!" Lydia cried as she ran in after Lizzy. Seeing Mr. Darcy she stopped dead. "What are you doing here?" Ignoring her rudeness, he bowed politely.
"Good morning Miss Lydia. I have come at the request of Miss Bingley. She wishes to invite your eldest sisters to Netherfield for tea." Elizabeth wondered at being included in Miss Bingley's invitation.
"Thank you Mr. Darcy, we would be happy to join you," Jane replied.
"Yes, thank you," Elizabeth added, then as an afterthought, "Excuse me for a moment, sir, I must speak to Jane privately. He bowed again, and the two ladies left the room.
"Jane, I must show you this letter. It is from Wickham to Lydia!" They read the note, shocked by its contents.
"We must show this to father at once, Lizzy!" Mr. Bennet was as displeased with the note as they were, and immediately called Lydia in to speak with her. Jane and Elizabeth returned to the drawing room much relieved.
"Ladies, I hope this is not a bad time. I can return later, or send the carriage back for you."
"Thank you sir. I fear that I must turn down your invitation today. There has been an unexpected problem, and I would rather stay home. But Jane can go with you, I am sure."
"No Lizzy, I would rather stay here as well. Please send my apologies to Miss Bingley, sir. I will call on her another time." Darcy was concerned, but nodded his assent.
"Very well Miss Bennet. I will convey your message." Jane curtsied and returned to the library. Darcy then turned to Elizabeth. "Miss Bennet, would you humor me with a short walk in the garden?" She agreed and showed him out. Once outside he spoke again. "Miss Bennet, I have some news. I spoke with Colonel Forrester today, and he has decided to send Mr. Wickham away." She turned to him with a startled expression. "It seems that Mr. Wickham has once again buried himself in debts and improper behavior, disgracing himself and the regiment. Another commission is being procured for him in the north, and his debts are being covered here, but he is to leave Meryton by tomorrow evening. I thought you should know, since you and he have been friends," he finished nervously.
"Mr. Darcy, I have not considered him a friend since you told me of his dealings with you. I am quite glad to hear that he is to leave, though I am not sure that he deserves the kindness you have bestowed on him." She silenced his protest. "Do not think me so innocent as to believe that anyone else would have found him a new position and paid his debts." He smiled, but frowned again when he saw her worried countenance.
"You do not seem happy Miss Bennet."
"You are very perceptive sir," she laughed. "Indeed, it seems that Mr. Wickham has made one more attempt at vengeance, but this time towards me. He came to take his leave just before you arrived. I noticed that he paid particular attention to Lydia, which seemed peculiar ..." She related the rest of the story and told him of the contents of Wickham's letter to Lydia. He stopped walking and clenched his fists, his face red with anger.
"The villain! How dare he try to sully your family in this way!"
"Please calm yourself sir. I intercepted the letter and took it to my father, who will be sure to keep Lydia under lock and key until Wickham is gone. Jane and I will stay with her to make sure she does not leave, which is why we cannot join you for tea." He expressed his understanding, but still seemed disappointed. "I must admit surprise at being included in Miss Bingley's invitation, actually," she said lightheartedly.
"Yes, well ... Miss Bingley's invitation was for you sister," he admitted. "Your inclusion is my own." He looked at her meaningfully, but could not bring himself to say the words he so desperately wanted to say. "Miss Bennet ... I ... sincerely value your friendship." FRIENDSHIP?! What the hell are you about Darcy? he berated himself. Elizabeth seemed a bit disappointed, but rallied.
"I value your friendship as well Mr. Darcy. I am sorry that I cannot save you from Miss Bingley's company today. Please be sure to send our apologies."
"Yes, I shall. I should go. Please give my regards to your family. Goodbye." He bowed and returned to the carriage, leaving Elizabeth slightly confused at his intentions. He cursed himself the whole way to Netherfield. Friendship? I value your friendship? Darcy, you are an idiot! He barely saw anything as he blazed the path to his room, stopping only when he heard Caroline's voice calling him.
"Mr. Darcy? Ah, there you are, I thought I heard you return. Where is dear Jane?"
"Miss Bennet sends her regrets, Miss Bingley, but she cannot join you today. A family emergency keeps her at home. She will call on you as soon as possible. Excuse me." Before she could reply, he turned on his heel and left the room, muttering under his breath. Caroline was quite put out; her plans for the day were dashed, and Mr. Darcy seemed in no mood to talk with her. She resigned herself to spending another day terribly bored and wished her silly brother had never decided to come to Hertfordshire.
Darcy, meanwhile, had turned his thoughts back to Wickham. Trying to do it again, eh old fellow? Won't you be disappointed to know that you failed again? He laughed to himself. Perhaps you should try girls a bit closer to your own age, George! He could not maintain such good humor for long, however. He knew enough of Wickham's cunning to realize that he would not simply let Lydia Bennet go, whatever purpose he had for her. I had better go watch him. He will be terribly disappointed when I show up instead of Lydia won't he? Allowing himself one last chuckle at Wickham's expense, Darcy then prepared himself to leave again.
"Mr. Darcy! Surely you cannot be going out again?" whimpered Caroline.
"Unfortunately I must Miss Bingley. There is a matter of business that just came up and I must go to Meryton. Please forgive me, but I will not be back for tea. Good day." Again he left her before she could protest. Caroline was now growing angry at this rude behavior from the usually-polite Mr. Darcy. She could only attribute it to the influence of Eliza Bennet, and this made her even angrier. That hussy! Why does he insist on spending so much time with her? Pouting, she went to the music room and contented herself with the knowledge that she, at least, was a true proficient on the pianoforte.
Bell's Tavern, later that day...
Wickham whistled merrily as he carefully primped himself. I will convince Lydia that we are to elope to Gretna Green, take her to London, have my way with her, then leave her and go north. Her reputation will be sullied, her family will be ruined, and I will be long gone. With any luck, I will leave her with child! He laughed at the thought as he descended into the tavern. He walked out the door just past 5, still laughing. Suddenly his laughter was cut short and he paled at the sight before him; not Lydia, bag in tow, ready to elope; but Darcy, looking especially severe. "What the devil are you doing here?!"
"You dare to ask?" Darcy replied. "There has been a change in plans Wickham. You are leaving tonight." With a slight wave of his hand, several officers appeared behind him. Wickham struggled, but they were able to tie his hands and lead him to a carriage. "Get him out of my sight!" The carriage began rolling away.
"Damn you Darcy! Damn you! I will not forget this!" Darcy shook his head, deciding that he had better write a new letter to his cousin canceling his previous request for a new commission for Wickham.