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Chapter 25A

Saturday, December 6th, 1811.

Elizabeth shifted her position on the soft mattress. She sighed lightly, her lips drawing a smile, and reveled on the warm condition that her bed was creating. Nonetheless, after some minutes, the new position was revealed not to be as comfortable as she had conceived at first, since she was now facing a faint light which was shining through the window of her chamber and fighting with her eyelids. Sunlight? Oh, Lord, it must be late! Mother must be frantic looking for me! The young lady then opened her eyes in a haste, only to become startled - the light which had wakened her was coming from a huge fireplace that was located where the window should be!

Looking around the bedchamber in panic and disorientation, Elizabeth endeavoured to recognise her whereabouts, as this definitely was not her bedchamber at Longbourn. To make matters worse, her next discovery astonished her even more - the pleasant warm sensation was being generated more by the male form embracing her than by the covers. All of sudden, the realisation came upon her: she was in London, at the Darcys' house and the gentleman lying by her side was her new husband, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. Gradually, she reconstructed in her mind all the events of the last two weeks, and which had culminated in the wedding on the previous day. Despite her being awake now, it still took her some time to regain her faculty of understanding.

The next minutes were spent on becoming familiar with her surroundings: from the four poster bed where she lay, she could see the adjoining door to her husband's chamber opposite the bed, the nursery door on the right as well as the fireplace, and the window on the left. Moving slowly to the right, she finally faced her husband - Darcy was in a quiet and deep slumber and Elizabeth could swear he was smiling. Good dreams indeed!

In fact, to study his attractive features was far from being an unpleasant task for Elizabeth, and she lost herself on pure contemplation - her eyes ran through Darcy's firm lips, the arches formed by his eyebrows, the light movement of his nostrils. She had never denied he was handsome, even when she had felt repelled by his arrogant manners. Still, looking at him without the challenge his piercing eyes offered, she had to concede he now looked more charming than ever. He looked so vulnerable, so different from the mighty and cold gentleman she had accustomed to see during his stay at Netherfield.

Instinctively, she thought of caressing his face, but restrained herself at the last moment, not wishing to wake him up. And why on earth had she had such a desire after all? Recoiling to the left, Elizabeth felt a strange urge to walk. Her mind dwelled upon her necessity and the possibility of awakening her spouse for some seconds. Eventually, she chose the former and, carefully, managed to remove herself out of Darcy's embrace. The fact of still being undressed made Elizabeth blush and she rashly picked up the satin dressing-gown Mrs. Lidow had left on the bed.

The new Mrs. Darcy paced in front of the fireplace for a little while, organising her thoughts about the riddle she had been endeavouring to solve out, since that inglorious afternoon after the ball at Netherfield. The Sphinx had provided some clues, still could they be true? Or were they only produced to confuse her?

With light steps, Elizabeth crossed the chamber towards the window, sitting aside on the window seat. Afterwards, she drew the draperies a little and rested her head on his left arm, silently observing _____ Park opposite the house. The park and the street were enjoying the last half an hour of solitude. Soon, the sun will bring the brisk movement of a big city, with its elegant couches and street sellers. Pieces of a new lifestyle she would have to get used to.

At last, she decided to return to the fragments of the enigma, since some new parts seemed to make sense together, although apparently they did not make sense at all if seen alone. Georgiana's information on Darcy's early devotion to her, Elizabeth, together with his words last night, had thrown her into the centre of a tornado - the more she tried to dismiss her new sister's declaration, the more she heard Darcy's "confession"

"Since then, your wit and opinions have astonished me; your voice has charmed me; your eyes have chased me around; your scent has tormented me as well as your soft skin. Since then, only Lord knows how my initial blindness has punished me, has transformed me into your captive."

Once again, the same questions were torturing her mind: Could she have misunderstood Darcy's real feelings while gazing at her in the past, perhaps prejudiced by her first (bad) impression of him? Could he be in love with her? All the latest events seemed to confirm this, much as it might look strange - he despised her in the beginning of their acquaintance, only to adore her later... Adore! This is the exact word, or even better, worship - he practically worshipped me yesterday! And I can not deny that I was very touched by his tenderness.

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and played with the belt of her dressing-gown for a little. Still, I may be misinterpreting lust for love. But her mind told her that which she saw in Darcy's eyes was not the same she had seen in Wickham's or any other men's gaze, it seemed that there was much more than desire in her husband's stare. The last thought made her close her eyes and shook her head, chastising herself for her naïveté, Stop it, Lizzy! You must bear in mind that this a marriage of convenience! What shall you do if you fall in love with him and he becomes tired of his infatuation with you?

After some time endeavouring to convince herself of the foolishness of involving feelings in such a marriage, Elizabeth's attention was caught by a movement next to the park. A man dressed in a black cloak was wandering around the street, as if disorientated. He was surely drunk and having a hard time to find his way to home, going forth and back repeatedly. Eventually, he took a decision and, even if it was not the right one, he cleaved to it and staggered to the left of _____ Park. Her eyes followed the man's figure until his shadow had faded away in the darkness. Unexpectedly, Darcy's voice took her out of reverie, somewhat surprising her.

"Are you unwell, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth turned around and met a worried Darcy resting on his left elbow, his eyebrows raised in wonder and concern. She had not noticed that her spouse had been observing her for some time. At first, Darcy had only drunk in her figure, still charmed by the last night events. However, on noticing her agitation, he had become rather apprehensive and decided to inquire after her well being.

"I am perfectly well, I thank you, sir." She blushed and moved her face towards the window anew - the memory of which had transpired between them last night hit her, and she could not help avoiding his eyes.

Feeling relieved, Darcy continued in a mocking tone, "Then I must conclude you are an early bird, Mrs. Darcy."

Elizabeth was going to spin around in order to answer but, having perceived that he was leaving the bed undressed, she thought better fix her eyes on the window frame, keeping her back to him. Soon afterward, she heard him fasten a piece of cloth and walk towards the place where she was. She finally responded,

"I am used to getting up early and taking walks before the breakfast, if the weather allows." Still not daring to turn around, she noticed the exact moment when he stopped just behind her, his knees touching the window seat. Catching her breath, she continued, "However, my early rising today is more related to a strange custom of mine."

Darcy softly gasped and asked, "Pray, what is this 'strange custom' of yours? I am all curiosity!" Darcy had a strong desire to embrace her. Nonetheless, despite the intimacy they had shared at the previous night, there was still an awkward feeling tearing them apart. At least that was which Elizabeth's reluctance to look at him was disclosing. Even so, he positioned his left hand next to hers, without touching her.

Despite Darcy's proximity, a fact which had somehow disturbed her, Elizabeth attempted to hide her emotions by responding his question as calmly as she could, "I always get up early to see the sunrise if it is the first time I am staying at a place."

"But I presume this is not your first time in London, is it?"

"Oh, no. I have already come and stayed at my uncle's house many times. But it is my first time at this house."

Darcy had forgotten that some of his spouse's relatives lived in Town, the ones who were in trade. How shall I put up with them? They must be as insufferable as Mrs. Bennet or Mrs. Philips. Much as her family was rather an unpleasant topic to think of, let alone to deal with, he attempted to put such thoughts at bay, by focusing his attention on Elizabeth. Not wishing to extend the silence, as it was his turn on the conversation, he finally stated,

"The first of many others, I hope. But I am wondering: will you leave if the view of the sunrise from this room does not please you, ma'am?"

Albeit Darcy's playful tone delighted Elizabeth, it made her ponder, I could never have guessed that his reserved demeanour hid a humorous character. What else am I to discover about him? She abruptly whirled around to respond to him, still the sight in front of her made her halt - Darcy was wearing the same white linen shirt and dark breeches of the last night, but in such a disheveled way that all the prior formality which permeated the attire and complemented the cold gentleman had vanished, leaving place to a vulnerable and jovial young man to arise. Holding his gaze, she finally commented,

"Surely I shall have all my trunks packed if the sunrise here does not satisfy me, sir!" She smiled at him till her shyness was not able to bear his eyes anymore, and she returned to her former position in front of the window.

Realising that his wife's former reluctance had diminished a little, Darcy proceeded with their joke, "And would you leave me if I promised to take you to a place where you would not become unpleased by the view for a moment?" All at once, a passionate mode replaced the joking one, and Darcy continued, "A place where any room allows you to see green woods, a blue lake and multicolour flowers shining under the sun, or rejoicing over the rain. A place where even the white snow covers its surroundings magnificently." His left hand finally took hers and squeezed it lightly.

"A place where an antique old stone building reigns proudly, like that painting over the mantelpiece at the library." She said, turning left to face him.

"Yes, Pemberley."

"You love your estate very much indeed!"

"As much as you love Nature, Elizabeth!" His right hand then captured her right elbow.

"The sunrises and sunsets there will enchant you forever."

"I guess you may be right, sir."

Pointing out the window, Darcy exclaimed, "Look! The sun is rising!" After some minutes contemplating the naked trees of the _______ Park being lighted by the sun, he asked, "Well, are you satisfied, ma'am?"

"Hmm, I must say I absolutely approve the view, sir." They remained silent for some minutes, observing how slowly life was being brought by translucent rays of sun.

Elizabeth eventually left the seat and drew back the draperies with Darcy's hands still holding her arms. She stopped still, waiting for him to disengage her. Contrary to her expectation, his hands left her arms only to take possession of her waist. She then heard him murmur into her left ear,

"I wish to be the one who will show you Pemberley, Elizabeth!"

Spinning around in his arms, she faced her spouse and stated, "You will. I am sure you will, Fitzwilliam!" Darcy, stirred by the ardour he saw in her eyes, lowered his lips into hers and they shared a kiss fulfilled by hopes and silent promises.

Chapter 25 B

Saturday, December 6th, 1811

Right after luncheon, whilst Elizabeth and Darcy were still savouring the dessert, Mrs. Hart interrupted the newlyweds to inform that Mrs. Darcy's new chambermaid had arrived.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hart. Please, lead the maid to the Mistress's study." Darcy asked his housekeeper, who immediately left the room to accomplish the master's wish. As soon as the door was closed, Elizabeth looked at her husband inquisitively and inquired,

"The Mistress's study?" Having seen so many rooms on the previous day and still not accustomed to the names or disposition of the rooms, Elizabeth was feeling somewhat disconcerted.

"It is the room adjoining to the library. It was the place where my mother used to take care of her post as well as of things concerning the household. If this arrangement does not please you, it may be altered though." He smiled.

"Oh, no! I was only attempting to remember where the room is located. I thank you, sir."

Darcy stood up and walked towards her spouse, "Not at all. I shall be reading the newspapers in the library - I usually do this early in the morning, yet today I was much more inclined to learn about the 'secrets' of a certain lady than to read about the latest decisions of the Parliament ."

On hearing his comment, Elizabeth became a little reddish and did not answer. His playful and teasing disposition still startled her, much as it gave her pleasure. To avert her thoughts from the subject and restrain her inclination to wonder, Elizabeth rose to her feet and took the arm that Darcy offered her. Arm in arm, they left the dining room and walked through the elegantly furnished corridors till reach the doors to the library and the study. Darcy came to a halt and spoke,

"Here we are, Elizabeth. Come to 'visit' me as soon as you have everything settled with the new maid." After that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly. "I hope you approve of her." Darcy smiled and a small dimple playing on his chin locked her eyes - how many times had that dimple played on his face earlier this morning? She had lost track indeed.

Darcy perceived that his wife was looking at him in a different way, albeit he could not figure out why. He raised his eyebrows and waited for her to speak. Elizabeth was used to staring at him with challenging eyes, but the pensive mode which her face was betraying now was further than that. There was something new there that he would not dare to name. At last, he thought he had better not to wait for an answer and leave her. And so he did - bowing to her, he entered the library and closed the door.

It was only after having heard her husband's steps reverberating inside the room that Elizabeth noticed she had been staring at the closed door, although without noticing the intricate knots carved on the wood. She eventually composed herself and went in the Mistress's room. Although Darcy had already showed it to her on the day before, Elizabeth felt as if she were making her entrance there for the first time - she had a strong desire to look around the room, but she was prevented from doing so by the movement of the person who was waiting next to the window. The maid, who must be in her early thirties, moved towards the mistress and bowed to her,

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon." As soon as the maid raised her head, Elizabeth recognised her, "Why, if it is not Helen Parker!" Having stated this, she hastily crossed the room and took the maid's hands between hers. "How nice to see you, Helen!"

"Nice to see you too, ma'am. I am glad to be at your service again."

"So am I. Pray, tell me. How did you get this position? I thought you were still working at Netherfield."

"I was, but Mr. Darcy asked me to come and work for you."

"And how did Mr. Darcy come to choose you, Helen?" Elizabeth was somewhat curious at this point.

The maid flushed a little, still she explained the reasons for having been hired, "While at Netherfield, I made the acquaintance of Mr. Morrisey, Mr. Darcy's valet. I think Mr. Morrisey must have told his master that I had already worked for your family, as Mr. Darcy thought it better that the mistress should have a maid she already knew working for her."

Elizabeth grew startled by the maid's information. He was even concerned about who should be my chamber maid! Oh, why? Why should he care so much? And why does he not tell me anything about his feelings for me? It must not be only respect for me... Making an effort to efface her thoughts, since poor Helen was staring at her in wonder, Elizabeth finally managed to remark playfully,

"Perhaps Mr. Darcy was also attempting to please his valet with this arrangement..."

As red as a beetroot, Helen mumbled for some seconds before speaking, "No, ma'am! Mr. Morrisey and I are only friends." The maid finally exclaimed.

Elizabeth laughed a little and stated, "Oh, do not distress yourself so much, Helen. I am sorry, I was only making fun of you. Do not worry, I know you are very serious and respectable, as much as Mr. Morrisey must be." On hearing this, Helen sighed lightly in relief. The mistress then assumed a more serious semblance and discussed with the maid all the necessary details.

Things settled with Helen, Elizabeth rang for Mrs. Hart and told her to conduct the new maid to the servants' quarter. Soon after the employees left, she motioned to do what she had wished to since she had first set her foot in that room - to explore her whereabouts. Looking around, she could observe that the room was decorated with the same tones of blue and lavender which were also present in her chamber. Although the Mistress's study was not as impressive as the library, it still held an elegant and noble aspect that she had only seen at few houses.

It took Elizabeth some minutes before reaching the fireplace and took a seat in one of the armchairs in front of it. The painting hanging over the mantelpiece drew her attention - a beautiful lady with bright blue eyes was smiling at her, as if proud for introducing her family to the new Mrs. Darcy: a dark, serious good-looking gentleman standing by her side; a blonde young girl playing at her mother's foot; a dark lad, placed next to the gentleman, who was also grinning at her, making visible a dimple on his chin. Much as she felt silly, Elizabeth could not help smiling back at him.

Afterwards, she returned her interested gaze to the lady. The resemblance between Lady Anne and her daughter Georgiana was making Elizabeth wonder whether it was the same concerning their personality.

"My mother and Georgiana are very alike, are they not?"

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat, whether it was for having been surprised by her spouse or due to his presence, she would never know. Raising her eyes to meet his, she at last managed to answer, "Yes, they are."

On seeing Elizabeth's rather amused face, Darcy crossed the room and stopped next to the seat where she was and apologised, "I am sorry, I did not intend to frighten you. I hope I am not imposing upon your privacy."

"Not at all, sir. I think I was lost in my thoughts and I am very thankful - you rescued me from myself!"

Darcy bowed, "I am always at your service, ma'am." They both laughed at his remark. The gentleman then sat down in the other armchair and , without taking his eyes off the flames, he asked, "How did you like your new maid, Mrs. Darcy?"

"Oh, Miss Helen Parker? It was a wonderful surprise indeed, sir! She is such a good servant - an absolutely reliable, diligent and responsible person. She explained that you found her by your valet's information. I would like to thank you for your concern."

The delight in his wife's face while talking about the new maid made Darcy state, relieved, "I am happy you approve of her. Despite my valet's advice, I was somewhat anxious about my interference on the matter."

"Your interference here is welcomed, sir. I could not be more pleased." She could not help smiling at him, still thankful for his consideration. Little did she know about the power of her grin at him and it was with surprise that she saw the flames ignite in his eyes - and they were not the reflection of the fireplace, as those novels read by Lydia and Kitty would state. Unable to stare at such brightness any longer, she closed her eyes in an attempt to escape, but his voice would not let her go easily,

"My main concern is to please you, Elizabeth. And the best reward I could ever wish is this - the smile you have just bestowed me, the same one I had seen you present the ones who are dear to you. To see it anew in your lips I would do anything."

She opened her eyes only to meet Darcy's passionate gaze still making her blind. The muteness dominated her for some moments, and a familiar dizziness was making her thoughts spin. Lord, why can I not think of something to say? I, who always had a prompt answer to his snob comments, now become tongue-tied and act as a naïve and dreamy maiden because of his attentions. As it was exactly his attentions the cause of her incessant wondering, she finally decided she could take the opportunity to elicit some information from him. And so she did,

"I may become a spoiled brat, sir. I may ask for things that I am not sure you could obtain to give me."

"Such as..." Darcy moved forward and raised his eyebrows in amusement, the fire extinguished for a while.

"Questions which need to be responded." Elizabeth answered in a mysterious way. Still keeping her defiant semblance, she proceeded, "I need your help to defy and subdue the Sphinx, sir!"

"Ah! Help with charades. But it is an easy task indeed!" Darcy's curiosity had risen. Her discreet teasing mode was telling him that he would be as amused as he had many times at Netherfield, during the "battles" they had fought.

"Indeed, Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth arched her left eyebrow. "Pray tell me. The Sphinx has tortured the populace with the following question: why would a man keep hiding his feelings from the woman he holds in esteem?" She saw his spouse became rather disturbed at her question, still he held her stare.

Darcy realised her stratagem and felt invigorated by her sagacity. Still he could not decide whether her curiosity was positive or not. It is still early for a confession. She rejected me once and only accepted my proposal after my persuading her. I believe I have already impressed something deep inside her, but I must be sure before disclosing what I feel for her. After more seconds deliberating, Darcy finally stated, "Perhaps you should answer that some things may not be stated to be understood - actions, even a simple stare, may reveal more than words."

"But actions may be misunderstood..." Oh, no! Please, do not deviate from the truth!

"As well as words may be twisted!" Touché, ma'am!

"That is not a plausible answer, sir! The Sphinx will devour me!" She exclaimed, incapable of concealing her frustration.

"I am afraid I am not good at charades about feelings, ma'am." Darcy's lips moved into a small smile. "But I promise I shall research the matter and make attempts to improve, so that I can serve you well once again, Mrs. Darcy."

How well he twisted my question! Sighing, Elizabeth asked, "Well, could you at least keep the monster at bay until I am able to solve the enigma, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am. I think I can keep him entertained." In a more serious tone, Darcy proceeded, "Actually, I hope I can keep you entertained, Mrs. Darcy." In order to set up the fire, Darcy stood up and walked towards the fireplace. "I mean, this is not a common honeymoon..."

"It is not an 'ordinary' marriage either." Elizabeth reminded him.

"Still I wish we could have made a journey to Venice. However, due to my 'meeting' with that gentleman, I am afraid we shall remain at home at least till Wednesday. My cousin the Colonel advised me so, so that we shall not be noticeable in Town - the servants are even instructed to say that the newlyweds are away on a trip to Pemberley. Col. Fitzwilliam thinks advisable not to turn the confrontation into a scandal."

"I see." It was Elizabeth's turn to stand up and move towards her husband. In a supportive mode, she placed her hand in his arm and gripped it. Her fingers caressed his coat while she observed the threads of the fabric. Slowly, her gaze left his attire and met his eyes. The fire had returned and made her tremble, although it did not prevent her of reassuring him, "Much as I do not agree with your 'meeting', I understand that it seems to be the most reasonable action for us."

Taking her hands into his, he stated, "I am deeply sorry, Elizabeth! You deserve much more than staying home watching the days go by. I know how much you enjoy walking and the outsides."

She kept her reassuring tone, "Do not distress yourself, Fitzwilliam. I shall use my time to get acquainted with the household duties, for instance."

"As well as with all the Darcys' business. It is a matter of great importance to me."

Instinctively, she raised her right hand and touched his face. Then, before she could regret, Elizabeth affirmed, "Knowing you better is important to me." This started Darcy at first, but unable to restrain himself any longer, he moaned in pleasure and pulled his wife to him, kissing her ardently. As those three words had burnt in his eyes formerly, they were now inflaming his lips, yet Elizabeth could not understand them.

Chapter 26

Even though the announcement of the matrimony of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Elizabeth Bennet had been posted in the most discreet manner, it had caused a certain frisson in the Ton. How had one of the most eligible bachelors made an attachment to an absolutely unknown lady? Where was Mr. Darcy's best friend, Mr. Bingley, the only one who could help elucidate the events? After all, the lady was from the place where the gentleman had taken a house last September. These questions had heated up the generally quiet Christmas Season, causing many families to postpone the journey to their estates only to become acquainted with the particulars of such a marriage, before concentrating on the preparations for the Christmas celebration.

The general curiosity had reached such a point that the Darcys were already being invited to some events. Not to mention the audacity of some people who even called and left their cards on the days following the wedding. Mrs. Hart, the housekeeper, could not comprehend how people who considered themselves "well-bred" would go so far and violate the rules of propriety only to sneak a glance of the new Mrs. Darcy or to be the first to be better abreast of the circumstances involving the wedding.

Despite the excitement of the Ton, the new couple maintained the scheme proposed by Colonel Fitzwilliam and remained at home - they did not even attend the church service on Sunday. Indeed, not only did the colonel's idea conceal the fact of Darcy being in Town (which might avoid comments after the duel took place, whichever were the outcome), but it could also reduce the hearsay about the Darcys' unexpected marriage.

Therefore, Sunday was spent in a silent way. In the morning, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy read the recommended Bible passages for the Second Sunday of Advent and shared their childhood memories about the Christmas festivities - they ended up laughing a great deal at how, in different ways, they had tortured their mothers before going to the Sunday service once, when they were toddles: Darcy, by burying Lady Anne's holy book near the pond at Pemberley; Elizabeth, by hiding Mrs. Bennet's favourite bonnet inside the cupboard. Needless to say, the objects were in a pitiable state when found.

As it seemed a favourable opportunity, Darcy introduced Elizabeth to the duties she was expected to fulfill at Pemberley during Christmastime. He provided her with a list of the tenants' names and their families and what each one should be presented with. The donations made to the church in Lambton and to some orphanages in the Derbyshire area were also mentioned, making Elizabeth grow somewhat perplexed - although the amount donated was expressive, the name of the family was never revealed.

Nevertheless, her perplexity at his spouse's liberality increased even more on the following day, with the visit of Darcy's solicitor - the donations were not restricted to Derbyshire or London. As a matter of fact, there were also boarding schools spread all over the country, and even one in Scotland and another in Ireland, supported by Mr. Darcy's generosity. Much as the first contributions dated from the later Mr. Darcy's time, she could also perceive that many of them were recent introductions to the Blue Book, as her spouse and his solicitor called the book where the donations were registered. Once again, Elizabeth had the feeling that she had been too hasty in forming her opinion about him in the past, and the image she had of him as selfish and even disloyal, due to Mr. Wickham's recital, made her blush.

If Monday morning was dedicated to business and charity matters, the afternoon met the couple in the music room, in pure enjoyment. During luncheon, Darcy had begged Elizabeth to play something for him. The lady, reluctant at first, had finally obliged to her spouse's request under a condition - he should also sing a song. It had been the gentleman's turn to hesitate, although the desire of listening to his wife's delightful performance (he still remembered her playing at Sir William's - probably it had been there that she had started to entrance him irreversibly) overcame his initial shyness and he happily led her to the music room.

It was in such a manner that Georgiana, having just arrived from the Earl of Matlock's residence and wishing to surprise the newlyweds, found her brother and her new sister engaged when she opened the doors of the music room - Elizabeth was on the pianoforte accompanying Darcy at a song, his baritone voice swaying around the room.

While marveled observing their performance, Georgiana could not help wondering for how long she had not listened to her sibling singing. She was aware that Darcy only conceded to "exhibit" himself if he felt comfortable and derived great pleasure from the experience - Miss Bingley had unsuccessfully attempted to coerce him into singing a duet with her many times in the past, for instance.

Right after the last notes of the song were played, Darcy grabbed Elizabeth's hands and kissed them. Their eyes locked, but Georgiana's enthusiastic applause interrupted the moment. Even though the scene observed by Georgiana had been candid, the couple could not help becoming rather embarrassed. Unaware of the couple's discomfiture, the young lady moved towards the pianoforte and happily greeted her brother and new sister. However, Elizabeth's flushed face and Darcy's slight agitation betrayed their feelings, and Georgiana finally noticed that she did not have good timing.

"I am sorry if I interrupted you, but I wanted to surprise you - that is why I came in unannounced." Having said this, Georgiana lowered her eyes and looked directly at her feet.

Overcoming her initial discomfiture, Elizabeth stepped forward and grabbed her new sister's hands, "And what a pleasant surprise, dear Georgiana!" She looked over at her spouse, who was still mute, pleading with her eyes for his help and continued, "Your brother and I were wondering what time you would arrive."

Darcy coughed slightly, and at last mumbled, "I am glad you arrived in time for dinner. I thought Lady Sophia would not allow you to come before tomorrow morning."

Never raising her eyes, Georgiana spoke her heart off, "Actually, she did not wish me to come. She said she could not comprehend why newlyweds would need me around. Neither can I, yet cousin Fitzwilliam insisted upon my coming today, reminding his mother of your business in town, as well as the opportunity for me to become better acquainted with your spouse and also entertain her while you have matters to settle. Pardon me if I am imposing upon your private matters, brother. Still I can not agree with such a trip."

Darcy then walked to his sister and took her into his arms, "Come, Georgiana. We have already discussed this matter before, dear. This business in Kent could not be suspended, this is the reason I need you here, together with my wife - as I can not take her with me, I do not wish to leave her alone." He nervously laughed a little, though it was unnoticed by his sibling. The business in Kent it was the best of an excuse he could have conceived, since neither Georgiana nor the household should suspect of the real motive for his leaving the house at dawn on the 10th of December.

As Darcy's words had somewhat reassured her, Georgiana slowly released herself from her brother's embrace and asked, "Are you going to visit Lady Catherine too?"

"No, I am not. I am going to leave in the first hours of dawn so that I shall be able to return to Town as soon as possible." Darcy then turned to Elizabeth and explained, "Lady Catherine de Bourgh is my mother's sister and lives at Rosings, in Kent. I believe you have already heard of her before, as she is your cousin's patroness."

"That is right. My cousin Mr. Collins was never tired of praising the goodness of his patroness whilst at Longbourn." Elizabeth she would never forget her cousin's exaggerated words about the lady, I have never in my life witnessed such behaviour in a person of rank - such affability and condescension, as I have had myself experienced from Lady Catherine. She could hardly help not snorting at the memory of such a ridiculous demonstration of servility. Moving her thoughts from her cousin to her spouse, Elizabeth felt somewhat betrayed - Darcy had never said a word about an "urgent trip" to Kent.

Darcy perceived Elizabeth's grave face and, returning to the piano side, he now embraced Elizabeth, who in astonishment remained silent whilst he proceeded with his account, "My absence should be so brief and I am absolute sure you have so much to discuss that you, ladies, will not even realise I was not nearby." On seeing Georgiana draw a smile, he decided to play with her. " Do not distress yourself though, dear. My wife shall not be left without a honeymoon trip - Elizabeth and I shall be traveling soon after my return from Kent, and on such a journey I shall only wish my Liz by my side."

Elizabeth could not avoid a shivering sensation running through her body. The possessive way in which he had alluded to her, added to the nickname she had only heard him murmur in the most intimate hours they had experienced, made her wonder anew about the character of their marriage. Nonetheless, Elizabeth's mind won her heart by reminding her of Darcy's omission - why had he not told her about his plan?

Not noticing Elizabeth's turmoil, Georgiana laughed a little at her brother's remark and finally announced she was leaving to refresh before dinner. Still in Darcy's arms, Elizabeth waited until she heard Georgiana light steps in the corridor to say something,

"The trip to Kent seems to be a good justification for your departure so early on Wednesday, sir. Although I believe you should have warned me about that, as I could have ruined your plan." To tell the truth, Elizabeth did not know whether she was upset with him for not having told her about his plan before, or because of the chaos his veiled feelings and actions were throwing her into.

Although her words had betrayed her annoyance at the matter, Darcy still maintained her in his arms. Wishing to avoid the imminent argument, he took an intake of breath and started, "As a matter of fact, such an idea only came upon me some hours ago. I have no intention of concealing anything from you, Elizabeth." His right hand captured one of her dark locks, twisting it around his fingers and he lowered his voice, "Moreover, I did not want to spoil the nice moments we were having by talking about that. Could you not forgive me for this?"

She perceived what he was attempting to do with her and slowly, still firmly, she freed herself from him and started to pace in front of the pianoforte. Suddenly, she stopped and inquired, "Are you sure you are not concealing anything from me, sir?"

"Why should I?"

"It seems to me that there are much more behind your words and actions - one may think you enjoy yourself throwing enigmas wherever you go."

"And it seems to me we are not talking about the plan anymore..."

"I guess we are not."

Noticing the trap she was attempting to putting him into once again, he raised his eyebrows. Well, two can dance this reel. "Perhaps I love whetting people's interest in me by pretending to be a mysterious man."

"I beg your pardon, but you do not pretend, you are mysterious!"

"I am not! Actually, it is very easy to decipher my actions."

"Then you confess that at least your actions must be deciphered to be understood." Elizabeth said in a mocking tone.

"I confess my disposition is not open." Darcy passed his hand in his hair and looked directly at Elizabeth. "Still my actions can explain things which are not clearly said by me." He added softly.

His argument was not enough to convince her, hence Elizabeth continued contesting, "One may think that this necessity to analyse your actions might not be worthy."

"Doing so, this person will prove not to be worthy of my attention." Lord, she does not desist!

"This is too much presumption!" She could not help exclaiming.

"Perhaps you have found out one of my faults, ma'am." He smiled and bowed to her. "Come, Mrs. Darcy. I do not wish to have a battle with you before dinner." Walking towards the pianoforte, he offered his arm to his wife and said, "Would you give me the honour of escorting you to your chamber?"

"He proceeds evading the matter! Elizabeth controlled her irritation, but twinkling at him, refused his offer by stating, "Actually, I need to settle some matters concerning the dinner with Mrs. Hart."

"As you wish, my dear." He kissed her lips lightly and strode towards the door. Hardly had he opened the door, he heard his spouse's voice,

"Fitzwilliam?"

"Yes?" It was his answer after having turned back. Her eyes were in fire, a serious threat to his resolution of not telling her anything about his feelings until he was sure about hers - she was starting to soften, although that was not enough. Hardly maintaining his composure, he waited for her words.

"I suppose we will still have to talk about this later."

Not answering, Darcy smiled at Elizabeth anew and closed the door, leaving her dwelling upon her curiosity.

Chapter 27

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him *

The disposition of the occupants at the Darcys' house was not very different from the ones wandering around the streets, but nevertheless for distinct reasons. Moving around her chamber, like a jailed beast, Elizabeth was unsuccessfully attempting to calm herself down before starting the preparations for the dinner by walking forward and back in her room. Her "imprisonment" added to the chilly and rainy day were chastising her nerves. Furthermore, she was beginning to miss her sister Jane and she longed for obtaining some news from Longbourn. Despite her sister's pessimism concerning Mr. Bingley, Elizabeth still believed that he would return to Netherfield and propose marriage to Jane.

However, the fact contributing to abash her self possession was a strange sensation that had tormented her all day long - it was feeble, still it was there, reminding her of its presence, and even worse, telling her that it was inclined to grow deeper and stronger.

Since the little "exercise" had not worked out, Elizabeth sat down in front of her vanity and studied her semblance in the mirror for some time. At last, breathing deeply, she spoke to her image, "Confess it, Lizzy! You are missing him!" Nothing was heard for some seconds, but the sounds of the wheels rolling down over the wet ways.

Having become accustomed to her husband's constant presence for the last four days, it was impossible not to perceive his absence for some hours - Darcy had been locked in his library, having left the room only to lunch and entertain the ladies in the drawing room for a short period. Surely he had endeavoured to be attentive and tender, as he had been lately, yet Elizabeth could notice that he had looked rather aloof, much like the Darcy she had met at Netherfield. Much as she comprehended the motives for his apathy and necessity for being alone, she could not help wishing to have him by her side.

A knock on the door interrupted Elizabeth's divagation. She wished it was Darcy; instead of him, it was Georgiana who entered the chamber.

"Oh, you are already arranged for dinner." Elizabeth exclaimed on seeing Georgiana beautifully dressed in a pale yellow muslin, her golden hair delicately ornate with small white roses.

Smiling a little, Georgiana answered, "No, Elizabeth. I am rather excited and ended up getting dressed earlier than the necessary."

Elizabeth blinked, "Excited? Hmm, would it be because of the visit of a certain colonel?"

The younger lady became rather red and lowered her eyes, "Actually, I enjoy my cousin's company very much."

On noticing Georgiana's discomfort, Elizabeth modified her teasing tone to a supportive one, "Who would not do it? Colonel Fitzwilliam is such a good conversationalist and a very pleasant person."

Feeling more reassured, Georgiana went on, "He is a very good friend of mine - I have never met someone as trustworthy as he is."

"Not even your brother?" Elizabeth inquired playfully.

"I must correct myself - my cousin is as much trustworthy as my brother is, still with an advantage: the colonel is not as protective."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Helen, Elizabeth's maid. Perceiving that her brother's wife needed some time to prepare herself for dinner, Georgiana started to bid her adieu, but the intense bright of something in Elizabeth's hand caught her attention. Georgiana's interest in her engagement ring made Elizabeth grin and state,

"It is very beautiful, is it not?"

"It is the most beautiful I have ever seen. It is part of our family's heirloom and it has adorned the Mistresses of Pemberley's fingers for many generations." Georgiana answered somewhat proudly.

Ah, the Darcys' pride. Elizabeth laughed mentally. She afterwards took the ring off and handed it in to the youngest lady. Whilst Georgiana observed the ring in an adorable mode, Elizabeth went on, "I understand that the inscription is not so antique - it was ordered by your father, was it not? He must have loved your mother very much indeed."

Georgiana raised her eyes from the shining object and stared at her brother's spouse, "I beg your pardon. Inscription?"

Raising her eyebrows in wonder, Elizabeth replied, "Yes, the one chiseled on the inner band, dear." Georgiana then returned her gaze to the ring and read the words out loud,

"I shall love you forever" A pensive mode dominated Georgiana for some seconds. At last, she remarked, "I assure that there was not anything chiseled on the ring before, Elizabeth. My mother had showed it to me once, and I had always accompanied Mrs. Reynolds, out of curiosity, when it was time of the annual inspection of my family's heirloom." Sighing slightly and with a dreamy semblance, she continued, "My brother must have done it for you."

"Yes, he must." Elizabeth drew a sheepish smile. What else could she say without arousing Georgiana's suspicions concerning the marriage?

"Still I can not conceive why he invented such a story about my parents and did not reveal that the inscription was for you. Well, my brother is very fond of surprising the ones he esteems. Certainly there is more behind this inscription, but I am afraid you will have to find out by yourself - perchance that was my brother's intention when he devised such a tale about my parents and the ring."

"Perchance..." Oh, Lord! It seems that every time Georgiana and I talk, she enlightens me about Fitzwilliam's actions. On the other hand, she also increases my distress about the matter. Taking her hand to her forehead, she massaged it in an attempt to prevent an imminent headache. Gain control of yourself, Lizzy. It is only a pointless phrase. However, deep inside, she knew that there was more, much more, as she had told him on the day before.

"Are you unwell, Elizabeth?"

Only after having heard Georgiana's worried voice Elizabeth noticed that her mind had been wandering for some minutes. "Oh, I am perfectly well. I think I am a little distracted because I am missing my family."

"And are you not angry with my brother by reason of the story about the ring?"

"Not at all. He might have wished to show that the Darcys are very romantic." She wanted to spank herself for such a stupid remark, yet it could not be different - she did not wish to have Georgiana apprehensive about the matter, as she could talk to her brother and make Darcy become even more secret about his intentions. The loud sigh of relief emitted by her sister confirmed Elizabeth's suspicion about the young lady's uneasiness,

"Oh, I am glad you are not irritated!" Georgiana looked around and noticed that the maid was almost done with the preparations for Elizabeth's toilette. "I shall leave you alone now. I do not wish to enrage my brother because I detained his spouse longer than I should."

"I shall be ready in a few minutes," was Elizabeth's reply. Georgiana then motioned to the door and returned to her own chamber. As soon as Elizabeth heard the door being closed, she groaned in frustration and sat down in her vanity. "Why can you not tell me the truth?" She inquired the mirror.

"I beg your pardon, ma'am?" Helen politely asked, afraid of having done something wrong.

"I was just thinking aloud, Helen. It is unbearable when one can not know the truth, do you not agree?"

"Yes, I do. Still I sometimes think that the truth is there all the time but one can not see it." Elizabeth stared at her maid and Helen hastened to offer the dresses she had separated for the evening, "The cream or the blue one, ma'am?"

"The cream, please."

If the dinner was a pleasant event for Georgiana Darcy, the same could not be stated about the others. Despite his attempt at maintaining some conversation, Darcy had spent most of the time preoccupied, staring either at his goblet or at the plate in front of him. Although he wished to hold some thoughts at bay and enjoy himself with his spouse and relatives, he could not help feeling rather ominous concerning the imminent event, and consequently, distracted.

Initially a little disappointed with Darcy's introspective manners, Elizabeth had first directed her attention to Georgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam; later, after having conquered her disappointment, she acknowledged that her spouse had all the right to be preoccupied and look distant tonight. At that point, she started to seek Darcy's eyes to reassure him and offer her help, but his eyes never met hers. Impotence and loneliness found her and she ended up finishing her meal in silence, observing the dialogue between the other lady and the colonel.

Finally, caught between the necessity of entertaining Georgiana in order to keep the appearances (after all, Georgiana could not even suspect of the real reasons of his coming tonight - to establish the last details of the duel), and at the same time not tormenting his pensive hosts, the poor colonel was actually feeling clumsy.

Therefore, it was with an immense relief that he heard Darcy invite him to a goblet of port in his library. He agreeably followed his cousin towards his room and took a seat in one of the comfortable leather armchairs positioned in front of Darcy's escritoire. The warm of the room made the colonel feel comfortable and he silently observed his cousin's firm actions whilst filling up the goblets. Darcy then offered one of the glasses to the colonel and sat down across from him. The two gentlemen silently savoured the red liquor for a while.

"Ah, wonderful port, Darcy. Strange, but I can not drink from this without being reminded of my first mission in the Army."

"Because it was in Portugal, was it not?"

"Exactly." The two gentlemen laughed a little at the colonel's simple mental connection. "I had been sent to Lisbon to assist the Portugal King's in his 'strategic retreating' to one of his colonies overseas. It was a slightly dangerous assignment, because the population was not happy with his monarch and the royal court escaping to Brazil, the Portuguese colony in America, leaving them to fight the French. Still it was a very instructive experience."

"I remember your missives from there - you sounded somewhat scared." Darcy made sport of his cousin.

"Ha ha, Darcy." The colonel burst into guffaws and continued, feigning being offended, "The intrepid Colonel Richard Edward Fitzwilliam timorous? How dare you?"

"Oh, please forgive me, it must have been another cousin of mine." Some moments after their chortle had subsided, Darcy seriously stated, "Much as I am fond of hearing your accounts on your military life, I am forced to change the subject."

"I do understand you, Darcy." The colonel reassuringly answered.

Darcy explained his plan to the colonel: he would leave his home around half past three and would meet his cousin in the inn they were accustomed to stopping by while travelling to Kent. From there, they would follow in the colonel's coach to the place settled for the duel with Wickham. The colonel, as Darcy's second, should take the swords to the place.

"May I advise you to take your pistol with you as well, Darcy? With Wickham around, one never knows what may succeed."

"I shall, Fitzwilliam. I thank you." Having stated this, Darcy opened one of his drawers and produced two letters which he handed in to the colonel. "If something happens to me, I beg you to deliver these letters to Elizabeth and to my friend Charles Bingley."

The colonel examined the two cream papers bearing the Darcys' seal and inquired, "To Bingley?"

"I stupidly ruined my friend's chance of happiness and I owe him an explanation. I hope this letter may help him understand the reasons for my officious interference on the matter as well as lead him to reconsider the event and do what his heart command."

"A lady must be involved, I suppose."

"Yes, I thought the lady was only pursuing my friend's fortune and connections and I convinced him not to propose marriage to her."

"Good lord, Darcy. How could you?"

"He is my friend, Fitzwilliam, and I thought I was saving him from a disastrous marriage. Only some days ago I found out that the lady was absolutely in love with Bingley and that she has suffered since he left her. I can not continue with such a burden on my shoulders."

The colonel said nothing for some time. At last, he reminded Darcy of the necessity of their returning to the ladies' presence. They were already crossing the door opening when the colonel remarked,

"Ah, Darcy, before we are again in the company of such amiable ladies, allow me to congratulate you."

Darcy gazed at his cousin in wonder, "Could I ask you why?"

"I perceived you inverted the situation very well indeed - at Longbourn, you could not take your eyes off your wife; here, tonight, it was the lady who was staring at you the whole time. If you understand my meaning..."

"Do you think so? I have noticed she has softened and sought my company, still I am rather insecure about her feelings."

"You should not be." The colonel stated and moved to the corridor, leaving a meditative Darcy behind him.

Some hours later, in Darcy's chamber

Darcy fastened his robe tightly and sat down in front of the fireplace - it had been a chilly day and the night promised to be much colder. Perhaps it would snow in early December this year. To sum up, the night was not inviting at all to go outside, let alone go out to fight a duel. I can not comprehend why this duel is tormenting me so much, why I can not stop wondering about Elizabeth's and Georgiana's fate, about Pemberley, if I perish. Some people make it a kind of sport, duelling one gentleman today, another next week, a third one in two weeks. He breathed deeply. As a matter of fact, you care because you are not an irresponsible fool, you are perfectly aware, you have always been, of your duty.

Darcy was so much absorbed in his thoughts observing the wood burn in the fire that a light pounding on the adjoining door to his spouse's chamber startled him . He turned back and invited Elizabeth to come in. On the corner of his eye he watched her make her entrance and discreetly peruse his room. He could also notice she was trembling, probably because the shawl covering her upper body was not warm enough. She stopped next to him and having concealed her nervousness stated,

"I understand you desire to remain alone, but I would like to bid you a good night and wish you good luck." In vain she had waited for Darcy after the colonel had left and Georgiana had retired for the night, as much as she had wished to have him by her side all day long - she had longed for learning more things about the household, the Darcys' history and about himself. Particularly today, she had thought that she would be with her spouse to give him her support. Therefore, Elizabeth could not help feeling somewhat dispirited for having been put aside.

"I do not have such a desire!" He exclaimed in surprise.

"You have avoided my presence since breakfast, and as you did not come to my chamber tonight, I presumed you did not want to see anyone. I perfectly understand your reasons though, sir." Elizabeth did not wish to sound hurt, but her voice betrayed her turmoil.

"Wrong assumption, ma'am. I needed some time on my own, yet it was not my intention to leave you alone more than the absolute necessary." She missed me, I am sure she did! Darcy grabbed her left hand and kissed it. "Please, forgive me if I gave you the wrong impression that I have been shunning you." Without waiting for her answer, he pulled her to his embrace and held her firm in his arms. "More than ever, I need you by my side tonight, Liz."

Elizabeth was reluctant at first - contradictory feelings were still fighting inside her, but she finally let herself be involved by him and rested her head on his chest. Closing her eyes, she was happy to be there, in his lap, listening to the soft rain pounding on the roof, to the crackling sounds coming from the fireplace, to his heart beating fast. Now she could see clearly the reasons for missing him, the reasons for her heart skip a beat when he called her "Liz" and why she had come on pursue of him. Before she could even think, she raised her eyes and murmured to him, "I missed you."

Darcy then groaned in contentment and brought her lips to his, his fingers losing themselves in her loose hair. Elizabeth stopped the kiss and urged, "Tell me the truth, Fitzwilliam." His reply was another passionate kiss that once again was interrupted by her, "So, I have something to confess, Fitzwilliam." The fire in her eyes at that moment was everything Darcy had waited to see since he had accepted his love for her. He did not need confessional words, it was rather clear in her beautiful eyes. Putting this fingers in her lips tenderly, he said,

"Sh, Liz! Do not say anything, just show it to me!"

It was her turn to capture his lips and kiss him. This time she did not interrupt him, nor he cared about the imminent duel any longer.

Wednesday, December 10th

3.30 am

Fitzwilliam Darcy silently kissed the lips of his asleep spouse and looked at her for a while. He then made a last caress in her hair and resolutely strode to the door, leaving his chamber without looking back. The butler was already waiting for him downstairs with his dark cloak, hat and gloves. Darcy thanked him and left the house. The rain had ceased, but a cold wind met him outside and he wished he could return to his warm chamber and to Elizabeth, yet duty was calling.

"To Kent, Tobias. And I would like to make the first stop in that inn just outside London, please." He ordered to the coachman.

"As you wish, Mr. Darcy."

As soon as he was safe from the weather inside his coach, Darcy placed his pistol inside the cloak and rested his head on the leather seat. Despite the situation he would have to face in less than an hour, he was feeling happy, as he had never felt before. Elizabeth's response to his passion had been everything he had dreamed and even more. He now knew he could at last confess how much he loved her - if she had not understood it yet.

His dreamy state was suspended half an hour later by the halt of the carriage and the irate voice of the coachman. Darcy carefully opened the door and saw Tobias shouting at a gypsy who was blocking the way with his mule. Perceiving the danger of being stopped there, Darcy alighted, picked up some coins in his pockets and threw them to the man, who promptly offered to remove the animal. He was getting back in the vehicle when he heard the shot and felt something burning his right knee. He fell down crying in pain and he remembered his pistol. Hardly had he stood up and put his hand on the weapon, he was struck by another bullet, this time in the left side. The impact of the shot knocked him down. Darcy attempted to stand up anew, but his head span and the darkness finally enveloped him.

*The Killing Moon, by Echo & The Bunnymen

Chapter 28

If it weren't for Chris, I'd have lost most of this chapter. THANK YOU, CHRIS!! :)

A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound. *

Darcy's Chamber
December 10th, 4.00 am

Elizabeth woke up alarmed and immediately sat down. A strange feeling was involving her, a combination of panic and a strong desire to cry, making her tremble from head to toes - even the warmth provided by the huge fireplace was not enough to prevent the cold sensation which was threatening to dominate her. Instinctively, she lay down anew, pulled the covers up to her shoulders and embraced her knees, remaining in this position for awhile. In a very slow manner, her heartbeat regained its normal pace as well as her shaking eventually subsided.

"It must have been only a bad dream," she mumbled to herself. A nightmare indeed, although she could recollect very little of it; in fact, only the darkness and the coldness that had almost overwhelmed her still lasted. Gradually, she released her legs and shifted her position in her spouse's bed, turning to the right, only to confirm which she already supposed - the place by her side was empty. Darcy must have left half an hour ago, as he had planned. Elizabeth had asked him to wake her up before his leaving, but he had denied her wish, "I do not like 'taking leave', Liz," had said he. Please, allow me to bid you farewell in the best way I could conceive - staying in your arms for the rest of the night. What could she have done but to accede to his request ?

Her lips delineated a faint smile and she closed her eyes for some seconds. Upon opening her eyelids, she looked up at the canopy and observed the drawings carved in the wood, her eyes dancing together with the lines that went up and down and formed the intricate arabesques.

"Aye, Mr. Darcy," she suddenly exclaimed. "It seems you have the peculiar ability to prevail over my resistance - you convinced me to dance with you, even after I had refused you twice; you persuaded me to marry you and since then you have been walking, step by step, towards my heart. Whether it is with the sole purpose of satisfying a strange desire of yours, I do not know. Still you have won me over, sir."

Sighing deeply, Elizabeth decided that it would be fruitless to remain in bed inasmuch as she knew she would not fall asleep, not with such an event occurring on the road to Kent. She then removed the covers and fetched the night-dress that was still lying on the floor, in the same place Darcy had put it earlier. Having pulled on the piece of cloth, she softly padded around the chamber searching for her shawl, which had been forgotten in the armchair in front of the fireplace. Elizabeth finally arranged it over her shoulders and quietly sat down in the comfortable leather seat.

Despite the calmness of her semblance, Elizabeth was all turmoil inside. In vain she looked around, seeking for something that could entertain her a little. Finally, her agitation succeeded and she stood up, leading towards the fireplace. A miniature on the mantelpiece caught her attention - upon picking it up, she was reminded of Darcy's words about it. He had told her that this painting was a copy of his portrait at Pemberley, and had been painted at the time his father was still alive. Elizabeth observed it attentively, her eyes drew to the half smile of her spouse. He was bearing the same expression she had already seen many times during their acquaintance, the one she had misconceived as disdain and indifference. How far she had been from the truth on those occasions!

As if in rapture, her delicate finger delineated the contour of him in the same manner she used to trace her imaginary friends in the frost covered glass of the windows at Longbourn as a child. "Had I been told some weeks ago that I should be your wife, I would have laughed in scorn, Mr. Darcy. Had someone told me I should come to miss your company, I would have dismissed the person as deranged."

Still grabbing the miniature, Elizabeth walked towards the armchair and once again took a seat before proceeding "talking" to the picture, "Despite my ignorance of your true feelings towards me, I can not deny my feelings any longer, Mr. Darcy. I have learned to admire and respect you because... Well, I am aware that such a transformation may sound inexplicable, I mean, how disregard could have been turned into fondness in a short span of time, yet it is impossible to pretend that I do not care - I am in love with you, Mr. Darcy!" Yes, that was why she had welcomed his touch, the reason for earlier accepting him around and later enjoy and even miss his presence.

Her loud confession had been too much for her to remain in her seat, thus she raised in a haste and paced around the chamber. The corners of her shawl had replaced the miniature on her hands, and Elizabeth was merciless twisting them around. She had thought that acknowledging her feelings would allow her some peace of mind. Nevertheless, it was the gloom which met her, "Oh, Lord knows how I endeavoured to confess myself last night Fitzwilliam, still you prevented all my attempts. Although I can not understand at present why you behave in such a manner, I am resolved to elucidate this matter, at least for my welfare's sake, sir."

She suddenly startled - the realisation that she might not have her queries answered, nor her feelings disclosed at all disconcerted her. "If only you came back" - she did not dare finish her thought. No, she would not accept such a thing, therefore she proceeded somewhat confidently, "You will, only to meet me waiting for you!" Having stated this, she strode to her chamber and rang the bell for her maid - Elizabeth wished to be the one to open the door and usher in her spouse when he returned from his duty.

Road to Kent

"Ha ha, Darcy! You are such a sissy!"

Darcy was awakened from his forced slumber by an unmistakable voice. In an instinctive manner, he clenched his fists - ah, how he wished to smash George Wickham's nose and slowly wring his neck. He attempted to stand up, but his head was spinning so much that he could not even open his eyes. Furthermore, his shoulder was searing, hindering him from moving. Damn it, George did it again! No, I did it - how could I have been so senseless as to give my back to this rascal, standing on such a high branch?

Still admonishing himself for his foolishness, Darcy thought it better to concentrate on George's next actions. Actually, the cretin was still laughing, probably rejoicing upon the splendid opportunity lying ahead - he, George Wickham, would travel to London with Mr. George Darcy, replacing Mr. Darcy's son who had been injured while playing in the woods of Pemberley. Perhaps the steward's son had pushed him with such a purpose in mind, not only for a trick. The thought of George taking his place by his father's side on the journey for Town only increased his anger at the dishonest young boy.

"Come Darcy. Are you not going to counter me?"

George's mocking voice interrupted Darcy's thoughts anew. He thus felt obliged to react, otherwise the steward's son would make of this a subject of jokes for the rest of their lives - the future master of Pemberley behaving like a little girl would constitute a very entertaining tale indeed.

Another ineffectual effort to stand up only told Darcy that his right leg had also been hurt due to the fall. Extremely enraged, Darcy used all the air in his lungs to shout at the cad, "Devil take you, George!"

"No, devil will take you, Darcy!" replied George in derision. "The master of Pemberley is finally at the place he is worthy of - on the ground, very next to my feet which are ready to shatter your head!"

Darcy felt something solid and cold touch his nose and he moved his head back unsuccessfully, as George pressed hard whichever he was holding against his face anew. He knew he should open his eyes, yet his eyelids were as heavy as lead. In a last attempt, he overcame the pain and opened his eyes, only to become rather dizzy due to the image displayed in front of him. Instead of the blue sky and the green-yellowish woods of Pemberley as he expected to see, he was confronted by a scene that could be interpreted as the very hell - despite the darkness which involved him and his whereabouts, a faint light displayed by the lantern of his carriage allowed him to see, in a gypsy's vestment, George Wickham holding a pistol against his face.

The realisation of what had been occurring hit him hard: he was injured and bleeding not because of his falling off a tree - this had actually happened fourteen years ago, before one of the late Mr. Darcy's trips to London during the summer. Once again, George Wickham had been the attacker, although they were not children anymore and the harm inflicted was of a more serious nature.

Quickly, Darcy mentally analysed his condition and concluded that the situation could not be more unfavourable to him: the pain he was feeling was almost driving him insane and it would not be long before he would collapse anew. Moreover, Wickham had a gun pointed at him and he could not even think of grabbing his own pistol - the scoundrel would shoot him before he succeeded. Therefore, he noticed he needed to gain time and pray that his coachman had not been hurt and could have escaped to ask for help.

"The snake has always attacked from behind." Darcy sarcastically exclaimed, endeavouring to conceal his pain.

Upon staring at Darcy's furious eyes, Wickham lost some of his confidence and loosened his gripping the weapon a little - he was already thinking of Darcy as a discarded jack of diamonds, hence Darcy's reaction somewhat intrigued him. Still, he bore his best poker-faced expression and finally replied, "I can not help it! You claim yourself as a proficient swordsman, still you continue performing the most basic mistake: you give your back to the adversaries."

"I do not. You are the one who always manages to sneak up on people, waiting for the best moment to attack your prey." Oh, if I could only seize my pistol, or at least disarm him...

"Please, I beg you not to commend me so high, sir!" Wickham retorted. "The joke is over, Darcy. I know what you have in mind, but I assure you it will not work. I shall not give you any extra time, besides I am sure that your coward coachman must already be miles away." He then put his finger on the trigger and aimed at Darcy's forehead.

"You will not obtain anything by killing me, Wickham. Quite the contrary, as you will have my family on pursuit of you all over the country - you will be hanged before my body becomes cold in my tomb." Darcy could hardly distinguish Wickham's features now, as everything he saw seemed to be spotted, still he felt he should proceed retarding which was imminent.

"And who told you that people will know about my killing the master of Pemberley?"

"Colonel Fitzwilliam is waiting for us in the place for the duel. If we do not appear there and my body is found later, he will know for sure that you have something to do with it." Darcy bluffed.

"Ha ha, you are priceless, Darcy! Attempting to scare me with such pointless arguments! You disappoint me - were you not "the master of rhetoric" at Cambridge? What a shame!" He drew an imaginary circle on Darcy's face with the gun, delighted with the chance of dominating the one who, in his mind, had always been a hindrance in his life. "You have prevented me from obtaining everything I have aspired to, a stone on my boot since you first breathed. As I know I should never vanquish you either with a pistol or a sword and, my dear friend, you forced me into this duel as well, I decided that the best thing to do was to assassinate you before the duel." He stopped to breath, feigning boredom. "Certainly I would not do such a thing without taking some advantage from the situation. Mind you, I have been thinking of marrying well and very distant from this tedious England, therefore I need a large sum of money."

A soft rain started to fall, intensifying Darcy's sensation of cold. He could feel his muscles tense in an effort not to tremble, but that was only making things worse for him, since it was becoming impossible to bear the pain on his left side. Even so, he managed to give a reply, "You are absolutely delusional, Wickham. Once again, how do you expect to be given money after having murdered me?"

"I suppose your family would not deny me a penny so that I would not relate to anyone why your body was found next to a gypsy site five miles from here."

"What do you mean?" Darcy inquired, unable to conceive what Wickham had in mind."

"Poor Darcy, always falling for dark women. What would Lady Catherine or the Earl of Matlock do to conceal that you were murdered by your gypsy lover's enraged father?"

"Nobody would believe you! You would be publicly humiliated for inventing such an absurd!"

"Would I, Darcy? Even having some people to confirm the story of how your lover killed herself after having heard of your marriage and how her father swore revenge on you? Not to mention the ones ready to state that they saw you being killed by this poor father. Moreover, correct me if I am wrong - the Earl of Matlock is aware of your preferences, is he not? Was not his Lordship who had to personally seek his sons and you at a gypsy camp some years ago, lost that your cousins and you were in the arms of some dark ladies? I am sure he would not doubt the veracity of my story." Wickham chortled.

"You know we were very young and immature - "

Giving an evil laugh, Wickham interrupted his opponent, " And may not your unexpected marriage make one thinks that you are still capable of doing irrational actions? But do not distress yourself, Darcy. If all this performance is not enough to give me what I need, I still have some priceless letters from your delightful sister."

"Bastard!" Darcy shouted and motioned to stand up, but Wickham positioned the pistol at his face and forced him to return to his former position.

"Enough, Darcy! Bid farewell to your old 'friend'!" Hardly had Wickham had his finger on the trigger when a shot was heard. The scoundrel cried in agony, putting his hand on his neck and releasing the pistol. He then shambled a little before finally falling next to Darcy's left. Raising his head from the mud, he looked at Darcy and said, "Do not think you are rid of me. Watch your back, because I shall be there, hidden on your shadow." His voice became weaker, still Darcy could listen to his last words, "Elizabeth... She will... never be... completely yours!" His head descended upon the mud anew and his hands grabbed tight the soil for a moment before his expiration, his eyes still wide open fixed on his godfather's son. Darcy quickly averted his gaze from him. In the silence that followed, he only thought that he could not have a different fate from his first friend.

* "A Widow Bird Sate Mourning for Her Love", by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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