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Dearest Georgiana,I hope that this finds you well.
The strangest set of circumstances has led me to this letter. You will notice that the address I give is Netherfield, it is no jest. If you will be patient with me you will know all very soon. I do not doubt that your brother will also give you information regarding these events. I will start at the beginning.
Three days ago, my sister Jane was invited to dine here at Netherfield with Miss Bingley and her sister. It seems that they have taken a liking to Jane so long as Mr. Bingley is not present, for the note they sent Jane informed her that the Gentlemen were to dine with the officers. You do remember that I informed you of the presence of a company of soldiers in Meryton. I digress; Jane accepted the invitation, with a great deal of encouragement from mother (I do not believe that Jane would have been permitted to refuse the invitation had she wished to).
Unfortunately, Jane traveled on horseback, and the rain set in before Jane arrived at her destination, consequently she was wet through. She remained at Netherfield for the night, but in the morning, I received a note from Jane. She was quite unwell, so I walked to Netherfield. I must admit that I was quite a sight when I arrived. I had walked and run, letting my hair flow behind me. I attempted to trap my hair under my bonnet before entering the grounds nearest to the house of Netherfield, but I do not believe that I did the best job of it. It was of little consequence for I only wished to see my sister and the opinions of the residents of the home meant little at the time. I apologize if this pains you, but my thoughts were solely for Jane.
I was shown to her room. I will not bore you with the details of her cold, nor the details of Miss Bingley's reaction when her brother encouraged her to invite me to remain with my sister. I accepted the invitation, and so here I am.
Jane is getting slightly better, but I do believe that I have at least another two days to remain. Jane joined us in the sitting room this evening after dinner, and I must say that Mr. Bingley was inattentive to all others in the room. Miss Bingley was all attention to Mr. Darcy and he was attentive to a book; not that I can blame him for that action. I will not bore you with further details of this evening, I will tell you a little of last evening for I am not sure what to make of it.
I entered the sitting room later than the rest of the party, as I had seen to Jane after dinner, and she was now asleep. Mr. Bingley and Mr. Hurst were playing at chess, while Mrs. Hurst divided her attention between her bracelets and her husband's game. Your brother was writing at a small desk (I later found out that the letter was to you, but I will get to that.) and Miss Bingley was watching his writing. Yes, she was complimenting your brother about his writing style, the length of his letter, his penmanship, and she offered to mend his pen for him. I must admit that your brother bore her interference far better than I ever could. She bid him to send you her regards on a number of occasions and then proceeded to sing your praises.
According to Miss Bingley, you Miss Darcy are so accomplished. You play, you sing far better than any other mortal woman possibly could. You dance and draw, paint and sew, and are the perfect model for a female, though no other could possibly live up to you.
Here, Georgiana could not contain her laughter any further. She put the letter down for a full fifteen minutes before she could continue. The picture Lizzy painted of Miss Bingley was divine. She reached down and picked up the letter that she had received from her brother the same day. It was still sealed, and she looked forward to reading Fitzwilliam's account of the situation.
I do believe that Miss Bingley had three intentions in giving this speech. The first was to convince myself that I can in no way compare to the ladies of her acquaintance.
"I can easily believe that," Georgiana thought to herself and continued to read.
The second was to point out every possible virtue of yours to her brother. Given your information on this subject, I am sure that she intends for you to join the Bingley and Darcy families, making it easier for her to secure your brother. And the third, though perhaps most important in her mind, was to demonstrate to your brother the extent of her interest and observations in you.And with this, dearest Georgiana, I must say adieu for it is late and I must get to sleep or I am sure Miss Bingley will comment on the bags under my eyes.
Yours, Elizabeth Bennet.
Georgiana giggled to herself for five minutes after completing this letter. Although they had not seen each other in many months, Elizabeth was the nearest thing to a sister that Georgiana had. She was her confidante, her friend, and her teacher. Elizabeth helped Georgiana to laugh, something she rarely did since the death of her parents, and even less so since Ramsgate. It was with a smile on her lips that she opened the letter from her brother.
Dearest Sister,I was very happy to receive your last letter. I find myself quite uncomfortable here. I do enjoy my time with Mr. Bingley, but I do miss Pemberley and you of course.
I am glad that you are enjoying the music that we purchased in London. I have every confidence in your dedication to the piano forte and am quite sure that you will be able to perform all of them quite proficiently by the time I return. I intend to collect you from London during the second week in December, and then we will proceed to Pemberley.
Miss Bingley has asked that I send you her best wishes. I do know what your desire is in this area, but I have done as I am bid so that I may continue this letter.
Miss Bingley sits rather close to me at present, and I am not entirely comfortable with her observations on my writing, and now she is distracted. Mr. Bingley has another two guests at Netherfield. One is above stairs, ill and her sister is currently attempting to read a book in this room. Though they are both quite pleasing, their family is not of our sphere. The younger sister of the two currently guesting at Netherfield is quite spirited, and though Miss Bingley continues to throw veiled insults at her, she is quick to deflect them, sometimes returning them without Miss Bingley being aware of it. The young lady is even so bold as to openly give her opinions even if she contradicts every other person in the room. Perhaps Miss Bingley has met her match in this young woman, for she is not like the society ladies of our acquaintance, she does not speak to satisfy those around her, what she says is what she believes, I think.
I am sorry Georgiana; I digress. On the subject of your studies, please do remember that music is not the only area that requires your attention. Mrs. Annesley and your tutors all give me favorable reports of your studies, though I tend to believe that you could dedicate more time to reading. Nothing will expand your mind so much.
As much as I would wish to see you sooner, I do not believe that the society of Hertfordshire would be best for you. There is a company of soldiers here and almost every young lady is forgetting herself and her studies for a ball or assembly or such. I do not think that this is a proper place for one of your station. I will be in London in a fortnight for some business and will visit with you then.
Your Loving Brother,
Fitzwilliam Darcy
Georgiana was quite confused by this letter. It was obvious her brother wrote of Elizabeth Bennet, and though he showed some attachment to the lady, he still showed no sign that he recognized her as Georgiana's correspondent. Then to speak of the families of Hertfordshire so harshly left Georgiana wondering why her brother was so little pleased.
When she reread both letters, it became clearer that Fitzwilliam clearly admired Elizabeth, but this and previous letters showed, by omission, that Elizabeth did not have a favorable view of her brother. "How can I help them?" she said out loud to an empty music room.
At last Mr. Collins arrived. He proved to be all that his host had hoped. He was excessive in his compliments and condescending in his address. Mr. Collins complimented his cousin Mr. Bennet on his fine daughters while leering at them. He complimented the house, the garden, the prospect, the rooms and the furniture. All were unsure if he was paying a compliment to Mr. Bennet or merely congratulating himself on the fine estate that he stood to inherit. When Mr. Bennet had had sufficient compliments and observations, he escaped to his study claiming estate business (that "would be of no interest and is quite mundane") leaving his wife and daughters to entertain Mr. Collins.
At first Mrs. Bennet was quite offended by Mr. Collins' manner, for although he complimented her on her fine daughters, he went on to repeat the comments and compliments of the house and furniture. Mrs. Bennet was predisposed to dislike the man who may one day evict her from her home of over twenty years, until she observed his overt attentions to Jane, and his comments about the need for a clergyman in his position to marry. If any one thing could lead Mrs. Bennet to change her opinion of a young man, it was his availability and intention of marrying one of her daughters.
The morning after Mr. Collins' arrival, he found himself in company with Mrs. Bennet. The young ladies of the house were preparing to walk into Meryton in search of officers and bonnets.
After exchanging the basic pleasantries, Mr. Collins addressed Mrs. Bennet, "You have a very fine home here Mrs. Bennet"
"Indeed, and five very fine daughters"
"Perhaps the eldest particularly?"
"I thank you sir, I am often envied Jane's beauty and her manner. She is such a sweet agreeable girl." Mr. Collins was smiling to himself quite comfortably at this stage, but Mrs. Bennet continued, "I believe that she has quite the admirer; I expect her to be very soon engaged to a young man who has recently moved into the area."
The smile dropped from Mr. Collins' face, "Oh," he managed to mumble. Mrs. Bennet thought it essential that she raise his spirits.
"Though my younger daughters do all have their fine virtues, and I know of no attachments"
"Oh Mrs. Bennet, you are quite correct, your younger daughters are blessed with such ample...er, virtues."
"Yes, Mr. Collins they do. I believe that they are all to walk to Meryton this morning; perhaps you would care for some air."
"Oh I would." Lizzy timed her entry to the room very ill, "Cousin Elizabeth, would you care to join me in a walk to Meryton?" Mr. Collins called excitedly as Lizzy informed her mother that they were leaving. Lizzy left the room with Mr. Collins hard on her heels.
Jane took pity on Lizzy and walked with her and their cousin while their younger sisters walked ahead. Their conversation was rarely very sensible but the fresh air and exercise agreed with Lizzy so much that Mr. Collins walking with her was of little consequence.
The party arrived in Meryton at quite an early hour, but not so early that there were not people walking about the shops and gossiping. It was while her sisters were looking in the window at a Milliner's that Lizzy, and then Jane, recognized a young man across the road.
On turning from the window, Lydia saw the young man her sisters had previously seen and called to Lt. Denny who was with him. Lt. Denny led his friend across the road to meet the Miss Bennets.
Lydia quickly greeted Denny, and he in turn greeted all the sisters. Jane introduced Mr. Collins to Lt. Denny, and then Denny returned the favor by introducing Mr. Wickham to the Miss Bennets. Lydia did not notice the momentary flicker of dissatisfaction that crossed Mr. Wickham's face as he bowed towards her elder sisters. It was of little issue to Lydia, for as soon as Denny stated that Mr. Wickham would be joining the regiment, Lydia quickly established herself at his side.
To make Lizzy's discomfit complete, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were riding down the road. They stopped and dismounted. Mr. Bingley quickly greeted the ladies (though Lydia did not notice) and went to speak with Jane. Mr. Darcy began to greet Jane and Lizzy and then noticed Mr. Wickham speaking with Lydia. Mr. Wickham made a show of touching his hat to Mr. Darcy, but the latter turned and remounted his horse and waited for Bingley to join him. Though she did not know the whole history of Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham, Georgiana had told her a great deal and this explained his behaviour to Lizzy. She only thought that he could have in the least displayed an appearance of pleasantness.
Lizzy did not have long to consider the situation, for her cousin was urging her to join him and follow her younger sisters in the direction of Mrs. Phillips.
The Phillips' were to have a small gathering that evening to which all of the Bennet girls would attend. Lydia quickly obtained an invitation for and acceptance from Mr. Wickham before he and Denny continued on their way.
After a short time with their aunt and uncle, the Bennet girls and Mr. Collins left for home.
Upon arriving at the Phillips' for the evening of entertainment, Lizzy was quick to suggest to her aunt that perhaps her cousin would care to sit down to a game of whist. Mr. Collins readily assented, for he assumed that Lizzy was to sit down and play. He could not have planned better for himself. Unfortunately, he was well placed at the table before he noticed that Lizzy had moved to speak with her sister Jane.
Free of her cousin, Lizzy was grateful for any conversation that came her way. To begin with she spoke with Jane and a few of the officers, but as Jane moved toward the card tables, Lizzy decided it best not to move with her. She was fortunate that she caught the eye of her friend Charlotte who was speaking with an officer. Unfortunately, it was too late before Lizzy realized that the officer in question was Mr. Wickham.
"Elizabeth, have you met Mr. Wickham?"
It was the gentleman who answered, "Yes Miss Lucas, I had the pleasure of an introduction to all of the Miss Bennets this very day." He said with a smile. Lizzy thought that if she did not know better, she would believe any word that this man had to say. As it was, she decided that it could only be for the benefit of the community to show him to be less than truthful.
"Oh Mr. Wickham we met before this." He cringed a little, and began to speak but Lizzy continued, "It was last summer, at Ramsgate. I do believe that we were in company together a number of times."
Again he cringed briefly, then replaced the smile, "You are quite correct, Miss Bennet. That is my mistake. If you will excuse me, I promised a dance to your sister." He bowed and left. The victory was tainted by the fact that her sisters were drawn in by his manner.
Charlotte had been observing her friend through this exchange and was very curious. "Lizzy, why did you speak so? You could see that Mr. Wickham was uncomfortable; it is not like you to cause pain."
"Charlotte, though I have only met that man a small number of times, I am quite certain that he is not a gentleman of good character."
"But Lizzy, the army, they are very selective in who they accept."
"Perhaps, perhaps not. I would advise care when dealing with Mr. Wickham."
"Have no fear for me Lizzy; I do not believe that it is I who has Mr. Wickham's attention; just every other lady in the room." Charlotte laughed but stopped when she saw the serious look on her friends face. Both had turned to see Mr. Wickham surrounded by ladies, including the two youngest Miss Bennets. "Lizzy you are so serious, has Mr. Wickham caused you harm?"
"No Charlotte, nothing of the sort."
'What can I tell her? How would any person understand without the particulars? Perhaps I have gone too far? No any question in the minds of the residents of Hertfordshire can only be a good thing,' Lizzy thought.
"It is nothing specific. I merely understood him to have been less than gentlemanly while in Ramsgate."
This clearly did not satisfy Charlotte, but she knew her friend well enough to refrain from asking further.
The Bennet party was not the first to arrive, for Mr. Bennet would not allow his wife to win in this. Even if he had allowed it, the family could not have left Longbourn in a good time for Mr. Collins had to sing the praises of Mr. Bingley, and solicit the hands of each of his cousins for a dance, ensuring that Lizzy was to be the first. A further delay was caused by Kitty and Lydia. Neither one was satisfied with the way the maid had arranged their hair and the flowers in it, so both required their hair to be rearranged.
While sitting in the drawing room waiting for her sisters, Lizzy decided that she should have remained above stairs and read the letter she had received from Georgiana, for it was sure to contain more information about Mr. Bingley and his party. Just as she resolved to return to her room and open the letter, the carriage was called and the entire family left for Netherfield.
While the Bennet family was arranging their hair and listening to Mr. Collins, Mr. Darcy decided to remain in his chamber to avoid Miss Bingley. She had been hinting all day that she wished to be asked for the first dance and Darcy had decided that it was definitely not his wish. The only dance partner that Mr. Darcy desired was Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
It was from his chamber window that he saw the Bennet party arrive. (Though they left later than Mrs. Bennet desired, they were definitely not late.) The vision of Elizabeth and her elder sister was more than he could bear. Mr. Darcy left his room immediately and made his way to the ball room. He was in time to see Bingley escorting the two eldest Miss Bennets into the ballroom. He wanted, more than anything, to go to Miss Elizabeth and ask her for the first dance, but Miss Bingley spied him out in a second. She was at his side and talking into his ear before he could move towards Miss Bennet.
Miss Bingley's chatter only ceased with the commencement of the music. Mr. Darcy walked away, around the perimeter of the set in order to have a better view of Elizabeth as she danced with Mr. Collins.
Even Miss Bingley began to feel sorry for Elizabeth, dancing with such a partner. Her sympathy soon evaporated as she saw that Mr. Darcy was watching her and her partner move about the floor.
"Miss Elizabeth Bennet appears to be having trouble with this dance, do not you think so, sir?" Darcy did not answer, merely turned to look at Miss Bingley and then returned his eyes to Miss Elizabeth. "This dance is not difficult; I would think that any lady who is in the least accomplished would not put on such a display. She would have better sat out." Miss Bingley knew that she was stretching the bounds of appropriate discussion but she had to nip this in the bud. Her Mr. Darcy should be dancing with HER not watching a country nobody.
"I do not believe that it is the dance that Miss Elizabeth is having difficulty with." He paused and looked at Miss Bingley, "It is difficult to dance well with such a partner. We have seen her dance quite competently in the past."
'I hope that that will quiet the lady,' he thought. For a while it did quiet her, but Darcy did not lack compassion totally. Though he did not wish to dance the first with Miss Bingley, he owed it to his friend to dance at least once with her.
"Miss Bingley, would you do me the honor of dancing the next with me?" Miss Bingley immediately forgot any insult she should feel and agreed with such enthusiasm that Darcy already regretted asking her to dance.
During his dance with Miss Bingley, Darcy looked around to reassure himself that Mr. Wickham had not attended. Bingley had invited all the officers, but it appears that Wickham did not accept the invitation.
While Mr. Darcy was considering the fact that Mr. Wickham did not attend, Lizzy was finding out the reason why. For this dance she was with Lt. Fraser. Lt. Fraser had heard that Mr. Wickham had decided not to attend the ball as he had pressing business in London that could not wait. Lizzy doubted this story but was glad for it. Without Mr. Wickham present, Lizzy could enjoy the evening. The dance concluded, and Lizzy moved to speak with Charlotte while they had refreshment.
The two ladies chatted happily through the next dance. They admired the room and watched Mr. Bingley and Jane. They were both so happy for her, but Charlotte was sure that Jane had better display more affection, for it could not be clear to a person who does not know Jane well that she was very much falling in love.
They were in a happy silence when Mr. Darcy approached. Shock was obvious on Lizzy's face for she could not account for Mr. Darcy approaching in such a way. Charlotte had her ideas. She had seen Mr. Darcy watching her friend on a number of occasions. She had brought this to Lizzy's attention once, but Lizzy laughed it off as a gentleman who was 'watching to catalogue the faults of Hertfordshire society'.
"Good evening Miss Bennet, Miss Lucas," he said as he bowed in Lizzy's direction.
Both ladies curtseyed, but it was clear to Charlotte that Lizzy did not like this man and would make no attempts to converse with him beyond the necessary. "Good evening Mr. Darcy, this is a pleasant evening."
"Indeed it is Miss Lucas."
A silence followed this. Darcy was attempting to think of a way to ask Lizzy to dance without offending Miss Lucas for he had no intention of dancing with any person except Lizzy. Charlotte saved him.
"If you will excuse me, I must speak with my sister, and she has just been released from the dance." And with that, Lizzy was left alone with Mr. Darcy.
"Miss Bennet, if you are not otherwise engaged, would you dance the next with me?"
"I had not," She began, then remembered that this was her friend's brother, and if she was to see her friend, he was likely to be present. It was not so bad to be polite. "I thank you, yes."
They were saved from any awkward pauses by the music beginning and the set forming.
Lizzy had no reason beside her pride to dislike the man she danced with. He did not have pleasant manners, clearly did not enjoy the company of Hertfordshire, and thought himself far above all those around. She would make no great effort to speak with him, so after her comments on the dance were politely answered, she said nothing.
Darcy was enjoying his dance immensely. To be so close to Elizabeth made him happier than he was comfortable with. His thoughts kept him silent. He remembered her family and her connections, and though he enjoyed her company, especially when she argued and disagreed with him, this was not enough.
The silence began to annoy Lizzy. 'Why would he ask me to dance and then not speak?' She attempted to begin a conversation, "It is your turn to speak now Mr. Darcy. I spoke of the dance; perhaps you could comment on the size of the room or the number of couples."
"Of course, I will speak of whatever you wish Miss Bennet."
"That will do for now. We may be silent now." She smiled most charmingly.
"Do you speak by rule then when you dance?"
"Yes, sometimes it is best. It would appear odd to be silent for the entire dance. For the advantage of some it is best to arrange the conversation so that they may have the advantage of saying as little as possible."
'What could she mean by this?' "Do you consult your own feelings in this or seek to gratify mine?"
"Both, I imagine. We, neither of us, are wishing to speak unless we are to say something that will amaze the entire room." 'Lizzy what are you doing? This is Georgiana's brother, but, oh, he is asking for it.'
"This is not a representation of your own character, I am sure. Of my own I cannot judge."
'Quick, Darcy, change the subject' he thought.
"Do you and your sisters often walk to Meryton?"
'Oh no why did you bring that up?'
"Yes, quite often. When you met us the other day we were calling on my aunt, but my sisters were forming a new acquaintance." She said the last with a little less spirit, and Darcy wondered why she hinted that she already knew Mr. Wickham.
"Mr. Wickham has the happy manners that allow him to make friends easily; whether he is equally able to keep them is another matter entirely."
Her smile had faded and she was clearly not happy. 'Could he have done something to her or her family. Why did I mention that man?' Darcy thought, while Lizzy was thinking to herself, 'What does he want me to say? I do not understand Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy at all.'
"Indeed," was all that she said. Further discussion on this topic was halted by the arrival of Sir William Lucas. Sir William paid many compliments to Mr. Darcy and his fine partner. Both were happy for the ending to their earlier line of discussion, but when Sir William hinted at the probability of a marriage between Bingley and Miss Jane Bennet; Darcy was immediately all attention and Lizzy urging him with her eyes to leave this topic alone.
Very little conversation was had between Lizzy and Darcy for the remainder of the dance. Lizzy did not wish to introduce another topic which could lead to her insulting her friend's brother, and Darcy was concentrating on the apparent expectation that Bingley would marry Jane. They parted politely, but Lizzy had not changed her opinion of Mr. Darcy at all.
The rest of the ball progressed rather uneventfully. While sitting down to eat, Lizzy did her best to deflect and reduce the impact of her mother's pointed comments about Jane and Bingley.
During supper Mr. Collins discovered that Mr. Darcy was the nephew of his noble patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh. To Mr. Collins, this required him to introduce himself to Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy did not appear pleased with being approached by a sniveling young man who had obviously been selected by his aunt in order to supply her with every possible compliment.
After supper, Lizzy was not able to dance again, for Mr. Collins had had his dance with each of her sisters and was pressing Elizabeth to dance again. While she refused, he remained at her side making it impossible for her to accept any other offer of a dance.
Darcy did not dance another dance either; he was too occupied watching Lizzy or listening to Miss Bingley and her remarks about the people who were her neighbours.
Though it was late when Elizabeth was able to go to her own chamber, she decided to read her letter that evening. The ball had not been pleasant for Elizabeth, so she could only hope that her friend had written a pleasant letter.
'Dear Elizabeth,
I thank you for your letter. I must say that I was surprised to see you wrote from Netherfield. I do hope that your sister is well now.
The strangest thing happened on the day I received your letter, as your letter was not the only one I received.
I sat down to read your letter, and quite enjoyed it, I must say. I have seen Miss Bingley admiring my brother many a time so, to hear that she admires his writing does not surprise me in the least. After completing your letter, I opened the next. I could see from the directions that it was from Fitzwilliam, but I did not expect that it would be the very one to which you referred.
I then proceeded to read more of the situation you described. My brother did pass on Miss Bingley's regards, though I do not suppose she was so bold as to read my brothers letter, for the way he passed on those regards would in no way satisfy her. Fitzwilliam did mention that there were two young ladies at Netherfield; he did not mention names, but I do believe that you would have told me if there were any other guests in attendance with you. My brother was quite complimentary about both ladies.'
At this point Lizzy laughed. 'How could a man behave as Mr. Darcy has and yet tell his sister that he enjoyed our company? I do not know what to think.' She went back to the letter.
Elizabeth, I do believe that my brother deserves to know that you are the young lady he met in Ramsgate. I understand from his letters that he thinks highly of you, and I know that he respected your judgment all those months ago. I will leave it to you to decide if you wish to remind him of your prior meeting, for he does not seem to remember.Yours, Georgiana Darcy
Shortly after breakfast, while Lizzy was arranging flowers with her younger sisters, Mrs. Bennet, closely followed by the ever-praising Mr. Collins, entered the room.
"Oh Mr. Collins, I am sure that there will be no objection," the lady said as they walked through the door. "Kitty, Lydia you are wanted upstairs. Mr. Collins wishes to speak with Lizzy."
Amid the cries of, "But Mama!" Lizzy could be heard asking, and then begging, her sisters to remain. Finally, in a clear voice she addressed her mother, "Dear Mama, surely Mr. Collins cannot have anything to say that anyone may not hear." She began to leave the room only to be prevented at the door by her mother.
With a determination that intimidated nearly every resident of Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet looked at her daughter, and spoke in a very deliberate way, "You will remain and hear Mr. Collins. Come to me when your interview is complete." She turned on her heel and left, closing the door behind.
"Cousin Elizabeth, your modesty does you credit, adding to your other pleasing virtues. You can not be at a loss to know what I wish to speak with you about, but perhaps your modesty and humility do prevent you from knowing that almost since my first day in this lovely home I had singled you out as my future wife."
Lizzy could hardly control herself, and her hesitation allowed Mr. Collins to continue. He spoke of his reasons for marrying, his connection to such a grand house as that of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and even the violence of his affections. Though she heard but one word in five, Lizzy could not allow Mr. Collins to continue to study her person while speaking of the violence of his feelings. She interrupted him.
"Sir, please allow me to make my answer."
"Oh, yes I suppose that we should be engaged before I continue speaking of the violence of my affection, and all of your charms, and..."
"Mr. Collins, please! You forget yourself. I have made no answer. I thank you for your attentions and your proposal," he tried to interrupt, accepting this speech as an acceptance. Lizzy continued in as steady a voice as she could for the idea of Mr. Collins having such strong feelings about anything besides his dinner did not fit into Lizzy's idea of her cousin. "Mr. Collins, please allow me to continue." He stopped. "I thank you for your proposal, but I cannot accept."
"I am sorry cousin, did you refuse my hand? That cannot be so, for I am to inherit this home after your father's death, I am in such a fortunate situation as to be favoured by Lady Catherine de Bourgh. I am sure that your modesty does you justice; I understand it to be the practice of elegant females to refuse the suit of the man who they secretly wish to marry. To increase my affections by suspense. Oh Cousin, you are very much the elegant lady."
"Upon my word Mr. Collins, I would not trifle with the affections of a respectable gentleman in such a way. I am perfectly serious in my refusal."
"But cousin, surely you cannot be serious, for it is by no way guaranteed that another proposal of marriage may ever come your way, and to refuse one such as myself, who is not deterred by your small dowry..."
Lizzy moved toward the door, for she was sure that she would never get through to Mr. Collins. She attempted one last time as she exited the door. "Mr. Collins, again, I thank you for your proposals but I will not be your wife for I am certain that I could not make you happy. I make this decision for the happiness of both of us." She quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her and hurrying to the relative safety of her room.
The departure was of a far more serious nature. While Lizzy had been speaking with Mr. Collins, Jane had received a note from Caroline Bingley.
Dear Jane,By the time you receive this letter, the entire party will have left Netherfield for London, for we cannot believe that my brothers business would be completed in the two days that he intends. We intend to be in London today to dine in Grosvenor St at my brother Hurst's home and will remain in London for some time.
I do not pretend to regret any thing I shall leave in Hertfordshire, except your society, my dearest friend; but we will hope at some future period to enjoy many returns of the delightful intercourse we have known, and in the meanwhile lessen the pain of separation by a very frequent and most unreserved correspondence. I depend on you for that.
We have followed my brother that he will not need to spend comfortless hours in a motel, and I sincerely believe that once in London he would not wish to leave. Many of my acquaintance are already there for the winter; I wish I could hear that you had any intention of making the journey, but I despair. I hope that your Christmas may abound in the gaieties which the season generally brings, and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your feeling the loss of the three of whom we shall deprive you.
Mr. Darcy is impatient to see his sister, and to confess the truth, we are scarcely less so. I do not believe that Georgiana Darcy has her equal for beauty, elegance, and accomplishments, and the affection she inspires in Louisa and myself is heightened into something more from the hope that we dare to entertain the idea of her being hereafter our sister. I must confess that my brother admires her greatly, and he will have frequent opportunity now of seeing her on a most intimate footing. Her relations all wish the connection as much as his own, but on this I will be silent.
And so, dearest Jane, I find that I am to be deprived of your company. Goodbye Jane.
Yours, Caroline Bingley.
To say that Lizzy was surprised by this letter is to understate her feelings. Lizzy was quite sure, and reassured her sister, that Georgiana did not wish the match. Using this knowledge of Georgiana, Lizzy was able to convince her sister that Mr. Bingley would not remain away by his own will, it must be the work of his sister and perhaps his friend. Jane could not think so ill of any person, so contented herself that there must be some misunderstanding and all would be resolved, unless (and she did not profess this to Lizzy) Mr. Bingley did not feel for her as she did for him.
Dearest Georgiana,If you would be so kind as to excuse my tardiness in replying to your last letter, but so many things have occurred that have required my attention that I have not had five minutes of daylight to myself. I have not been able to walk out in the leisurely manner that I enjoy, my only exercise has been in errands for my mother and sisters to Meryton.
I am sure that you have accepted my apologies for my lateness of writing, so I will now explain the happenings that have caused it.
Do you remember that I wrote of my cousin Mr. Collins visiting? I do not know if I have written that he is Lady Catherine de Bourgh's rector. That is of little consequence, but I am sure that you will laugh over again at this story after you meet the gentleman in question.
Mr. Bingley held a ball at Netherfield eight days ago. Mr. Collins had decided that I was to be the object of his affections and led me to dance the first set. You must understand that Mr. Collins is in no way an accomplished dancer and this dance was more of a chore than a pleasure, and you know how much I do enjoy to dance. We both survived the dance, though I had lost a little feeling in my right foot, and he relinquished me to the refreshment area. I danced with an officer, and I danced once with your brother. It was not the most pleasant ball that I have attended, but that was in no way related to the host. Mr. Bingley had provided good music and a lovely venue. The supper was divine, though my sister Mary's playing the piano forte was not so pleasant, and Jane did very much enjoy the attentions of Mr. Bingley, for I do not believe she danced above three dances with any other man in the room.
I had received your letter, but not yet read it, so I did not acquaint your brother with our relationship that evening. I read your letter upon arriving home and determined that I would speak with him at our next meeting.
Unfortunately, this was not to be. I will return to that subject later.
The days following the ball were most trying for me as my cousin would not allow me to leave his sight. I even took to hiding, but he appeared to think this very good sport and would search the house and garden for me. (I understand I appear harsh on my cousin, but the suffering I had to bear, I believe, makes his behaviour fair topic for my entertainment.) At last, the third day after Mr. Bingley's ball, Mr. Collins proposed to me. He refused to listen to my answer, and when I convinced him of my refusal, he petitioned my parents for their action. My mother insisted that I accept, my father insisted that I not, and so my family was in uproar.
Mr. Collins recovered tolerably well for he is now engaged to my dear friend Miss Lucas. I do not believe that accepting this man is the most sensible thing that she has ever done, but she has her eyes open and understands to what she has consented.
Now to the second matter that has occupied my time. My sister Jane is very out of spirits. I know that you must be aware that Mr. Bingley and his sisters are now in London with no intention of returning to Netherfield. I fear that Jane was very much in love with Mr. Bingley, and I thought that he felt for her. Miss Bingley wrote to Jane on her departure. It appears that you are destined to be Miss Bingley's sister, at least this is the hope that she professes to Jane. Georgiana, I did not realize that you were on the brink of matrimony. Please allow me to offer my congratulations.
Dear friend, I must now go to my sister and assist her in her preparations for her visit with my Aunt Gardiner.
Have a lovely Christmas, Georgiana.
Yours, Elizabeth Bennet.
Dear Lizzy,You must not tease me so. I feel very sorry for Jane, but you know as well as I that I am not destined to be Miss Bingley's sister. My brother would not permit me to marry even if I wished it. I did laugh as I read your letter, for I do not doubt Miss Bingley wishes me to wed her brother. I am sure that I have told you that I see Mr. Bingley as a brother and not a husband. I do not think I will be entering the married state soon.
I must admit I was surprised at Mr. Bingley's return to London. I knew that he was to return with Fitzwilliam, but I understood it that Mr. Bingley would return to Hertfordshire for Christmas with his sisters. No person has informed me as to the reason for this change, but Miss Bingley does appear to call on me often. She always speaks of her brother with a great deal of affection and requests that I perform on the piano forte whenever he is present. Oh Lizzy, what am I to do? If you were with me I am sure that I could request that Miss Bingley redirect her attentions, but for now I will content myself with writing them to you.
I have decided not to tell Fitzwilliam about you. He is aware, of course, that I correspond with a young lady but it is as clear to me as it was to you that he is not aware that it is you. I do believe that with all that happened in Hertfordshire that we should not volunteer this information.
Oh Lizzy, Miss Bingley has arrived, I must go.
Yours Georgiana.
And so their correspondence returned to the mundane. Georgiana wrote of London and Miss Bingley and her brother while Lizzy wrote that her sister had journeyed to her aunt and uncles home and that she was bound for Hunsford. On receiving this information, Georgiana was at a loss as to what to do. Lizzy had not given directions that Georgiana could write to her at Hunsford, and perhaps with her knowledge of Mr. Collins it would be best that she did not write, but how could she warn her friend that her brother would be visiting their aunt?
Sir William Lucas escorted both his daughter Maria and Elizabeth Bennet to Hunsford parsonage in early April. He remained with Mr. and Mrs. Collins for a week. In this time he was able to dine with Lady Catherine and observe that his daughter had made a fortunate alliance. He was glad to see that she had a comfortable home and an attentive husband and neighbour.
It was two days after the departure of his father in law that Mr. Collins arrived at the parsonage quite breathless, for he had come directly from Rosings in order to inform his dearest Charlotte that she could expect two visitors. Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam had arrived to guest with their aunt and were at that very moment on their way to call on the ladies.
Charlotte had her suspicions about why Mr. Darcy would call so soon after his arrival, but Lizzy dismissed them with a shake of her head and a remark about remaining too long in lady Catherine's company. Mr. Collins was about to remark on the way that his cousin spoke of his patroness when the gentlemen entered the room.
This first visit passed more satisfactorily for some than others. While Lizzy enjoyed the company of the Colonel, his cousin did not impress her. Over the next weeks, the inhabitants of Rosings and the parsonage met on a few occasions, sometimes at Rosings, sometimes the parsonage, and in Lizzys case, sometimes on the trails and lanes of the property.
One evening after dining at Rosings, two weeks after the arrival of Mr. Darcy and his cousin, Lizzy decided that it was time that she wrote to her friend. To be writing a letter required that Lizzy be in a room that was removed from the one her cousin now occupied, adding further motivation to complete the task.
'Dearest Georgiana, You will notice that I write from Hunsford Parsonage. I am sure that you would be aware of my presence here, for not only did I inform you of my intended travel into this part of the country, but I find myself in the company of your brother and your cousin quite regularly as they are currently the guests of your aunt. I have not mentioned to either that you and I are acquainted, for your brother rarely speaks, and I find it a difficulty to enter into any detailed conversation with him. Your aunt and cousin Anne often occupy his time when I am present at Rosings either to dine or for tea, and when he comes upon me when I am walking about the grounds, I prefer to take in the scenery and view rather than converse. Do forgive me if this pains you, but I do not believe that it would be of benefit to any person involved if I were to disclose our relationship. As I have mentioned, your brother is often occupied with your aunt and cousin, so I find myself frequently in the company of Colonel Fitzwilliam. I find your cousin Fitzwilliam's company pleasing. His manners are quite unlike Mr. Darcy's. He is open and friendly and willing to converse on any topic. I do not believe that he finds lively conversation with your aunt or Miss de Bourgh. Do not mistake me, my dear friend, though I find him quite pleasing, I am not forming any attachment to your cousin beyond that of friendship. Oh I must go now, I will return to this letter tomorrow evening.'
The following day, Lizzy went walking about the grounds, but rather than Mr. Darcy finding her in her ramble, Colonel Fitzwilliam joined her on her walk.
They spoke of the weather and the grounds, the flowers and the trees, of traveling and of friends. It was the discussion of friends that caused Elizabeth pain.
Though he did not realise it, Colonel Fitzwilliam informed Miss Bennet that his cousin prided himself on recently separating his friend from a young lady in Hertfordshire, that is to say, he informed Elizabeth that Mr. Darcy had taken an active role in separating her sister from his friend. This revelation was enough to bring on a headache that led to Lizzy remaining at the Parsonage when Charlotte, Mr. Collins and Maria went to dine at Rosings.
During her time alone, Lizzy paced the floor for she did not trust herself to continue her letter to her friend. She did not hold Georgiana responsible in any way for the actions of her brother, but Lizzy would not pain her friend so deeply by being explicit as to the harm her brother had caused. It was with these thoughts in mind that Elizabeth turned to see the door opening to admit Mr. Darcy.
"Good evening Miss Bennet, I hope that your headache has lessened."
"Mr. Darcy, yes I believe that it has, but may return at any time. Would you like to sit down?" Lizzy moved to seat herself as she said the last, not really concerned whether her guest seated himself or left.
Mr. Darcy sat, asked after her family, was given a brief, barely polite response, rose from his seat and began walking about the room, finally settling by the fire.
"In vain I have struggled, my feelings will not be repressed. Miss Bennet, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Elizabeth studied her hands, not daring to face this man, and he continued "Of course I am aware of the inferiority of your connections, yet I stand here asking that you consent to be my wife. I realise that I will go against the wishes of my family and even my better judgment, but as much as I attempt to suppress it, I cannot. My feelings for you raise above my objections, as great as they are."
"I believe in such cases as these it is the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that the obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you, but I cannot. You have bestowed your good opinion most unwillingly and although I am sorry to cause any person pain but it has been most unconsciously done and I hope of a short duration."
"And this is all the response I am to receive?" Darcy said quite from shock "I might enquire as to why I am rejected with so little endeavour at civility, but that is of little matter."
"I might enquire as to why with so evident an attempt at offending me you tell me that you like me against your character, the wishes of your family and even against your reason. Is this not a reason for incivility if I was uncivil?" He just looked at her, and before thinking of her friend, Elizabeth continued, "I have reason for rejecting your suit, you know that I have. How could I accept the man who has been the means of ruining the happiness of a most beloved sister, possibly forever?"
Darcy stared at Elizabeth. He was shocked at her declaration and surprised by her refusal, but he did not lose any respect for her. He was angry to be sure but not all of that was to be laid at her door.
Lizzy continued, "I have every reason to think ill of you. Nothing can excuse the part you played there. You were the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other, of exposing one to the censure of the world and the other to long suffering for disappointed hopes, you involve them in misery of the acutest kind." As Lizzy paused, both thought on their situation. Lizzy wanted, more than any other thing in this world, to continue to question and blame Mr. Darcy for her sister's unhappiness, to tell him that she was the one who Georgiana was corresponding with and confiding in. This thought stopped her. 'I cannot continue in this way,' she thought. 'For Georgiana's sake as well as my own, if I ever visit her I must stop this now, I am sure that my sentiments are understood now.' Lizzy began to speak but Mr. Darcy prevented her.
"I thank you Miss Bennet, I perfectly understand your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of my own. Good day." He turned quickly on his heel and left the room.
Lizzy returned to her pacing of the room until Lady Catherine's carriage could be heard, and she escaped to her room. There on the dresser was her half written letter to Georgiana. 'No,' she thought, ' now is not the time to continue this,' and she dressed for bed and quickly fell asleep.
In the morning, Lizzy went for a walk before any other in the house was awake. 'Fresh air, that is all that I need, a new perspective and I will finish my letter, no person would be walking at this time.' Unfortunately for Lizzy she was not correct. As she rounded a curve in the lane, she was confronted by the sight of Mr. Darcy. As he was facing her she had no chance of escape, so Lizzy curtseyed and mumbled a quick greeting.
Mr. Darcy bowed deeply and held out a letter. Lizzy took it, thinking that perhaps Georgiana had written to her brother and he was about to confront her with it. Quickly turning the letter over in her hand, she realised that this was written by the brother, for the letters of her name were not written by Georgiana and the seal was a personal seal, not that of the Pemberley estate. Lizzy was confused but listened.
"Miss Bennet, I would ask that you do me the honour of reading this letter. I would wish to explain the contents to you but I fear that you do not wish to be in my company. Good day." He bowed again and left before Lizzy could form a thought.
Lizzy was curious as to the contents of the letter and soon found herself a fallen tree to sit on to read it.
Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those offers, which were last night so disgusting to you. I write without any intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on wishes, which, for the happiness of both, cannot be too soon forgotten; and the effort which the formation and the perusal of this letter must occasion should have been spared, had not my character required it to be written and read. You must, therefore, pardon the freedom with which I demand your attention; your feelings, I know, will bestow it unwillingly, but I demand it of your justice. The question that you asked last night was that I had detached Mr. Bingley from your sister. From the severity of that blame which was, last night, so liberally bestowed, I shall hope to be in the future spared when the following account of my actions and their motives has been read. -- If, in the explanation of them which is due to myself, I am under the necessity of relating feelings which may be offensive to yours, I can only say that I am sorry. -- The necessity must be obeyed -- and further apology would be absurd. I had not been long in Hertfordshire, before I saw, in common with others, that Bingley preferred your eldest sister to any other young woman in the country. -- But it was not till the evening of the dance at Netherfield that I had any apprehension of his feeling a serious attachment. - - I had often seen him in love before. -- At that ball, while I had the honour of dancing with you, I was first made acquainted, by Sir William Lucas's accidental information, that Bingley's attentions to your sister had given rise to a general expectation of their marriage. He spoke of it as a certain event, of which the time alone could be undecided. From that moment I observed my friend's behaviour attentively; and I could then perceive that his partiality for Miss Bennet was beyond what I had ever witnessed in him. Your sister I also watched. -- Her look and manners were open, cheerful, and engaging as ever, but without any symptom of peculiar regard, and I remained convinced from the evening's scrutiny, that though she received his attentions with pleasure, she did not invite them by any participation of sentiment. -- If you have not been mistaken here, I must have been in an error. Your superior knowledge of your sister must make the latter probable. -- If it be so, if I have been misled by such error, to inflict pain on her, your resentment has not been unreasonable. But I shall not scruple to assert that the serenity of your sister's countenance and air was such as might have given the most acute observer a conviction that, however amiable her temper, her heart was not likely to be easily touched. -- That I was desirous of believing her indifferent is certain, -- but I will venture to say that my investigations and decisions are not usually influenced by my hopes or fears. -- I did not believe her to be indifferent because I wished it; -- I believed it on impartial conviction, as truly as I wished it in reason. -- My objections to the marriage were not merely those which I last night acknowledged to have required the utmost force of passion to put aside in my own case; the want of connection could not be so great an evil to my friend as to me. -- But there were other causes of repugnance; -- causes which, though still existing, and existing to an equal degree in both instances, I had myself endeavoured to forget, because they were not immediately before me. -- These causes must be stated, though briefly. -- The situation of your mother's family, though objectionable, was nothing in comparison of that total want of propriety so frequently, so almost uniformly, betrayed by herself, by your three younger sisters, and occasionally even by your father. -- Pardon me. -- It pains me to offend you. But amidst your concern for the defects of your nearest relations, and your displeasure at this representation of them, let it give you consolation to consider that to have conducted yourselves so as to avoid any share of the like censure is praise no less generally bestowed on you and your eldest sister, than it is honourable to the sense and disposition of both. -- I will only say farther that, from what passed that evening, my opinion of all parties was confirmed, and every inducement heightened, which could have led me before to preserve my friend from what I esteemed a most unhappy connection. -- He left Netherfield for London, on the day following, as you, I am certain, remember, with the design of soon returning. -- I will add, however, a further motive to my behaviour. I wished my removal from the society of Mr. Wickham. Though I have noted yourself and your sister's distance from this individual, I have also noted the attention that your two youngest sisters and your mother bestows on this man. I believe that many a person of Hertfordshire has been convinced of some evil that I have done to this man. This is not the case, and as you do not appear to be one to be taken in by this man, I will not detail our history to you, for even writing his name causes me pain. I will briefly explain that I have known this person for almost my entire life and though his manners are engaging, his behaviour is not that of a gentleman. He has crossed my path on a few occasions, and the last, last summer, was most painful and narrowly avoided disaster through the actions of my sister and her friend. You may possibly wonder why all this was not told you last night. But I was not then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to be revealed. I shall endeavour to find some opportunity of putting this letter in your hands in the course of the morning. I will only add, God bless you. Fitzwilliam Darcy
On completing this letter, Lizzy rose and began to return to the parsonage. At first she did not wish to forgive Mr. Darcy his interference, but as she began to read the letter a second time, she noticed the reference to Ramsgate. 'Of course he would be wary of any person marrying after what happened to his sister, but Jane is nothing like Mr. Wickham.' Lizzy continued to reread the letter in her mind during breakfast, and when she was alone in her room and read the letter again, though she did not agree with Mr. Darcy's motives or judgment, she could understand them. With this in mind, she returned to her letter to Mr. Darcy's sister with far more pleasant thoughts of the brother than she had the previous evening.
'Oh, Georgiana, it has been many hours since I wrote the above. I will continue now, or you may not see this letter until next Christmas. I do not believe that I have told you how pleasant I find the woods and trails around Rosings. I love the lanes of Longbourn, but to walk on trails previously unknown is an amazing feeling that I am pleased to have experienced. Tonight I am to dine with your aunt. I understand that your brother and cousin have left this very morning, so you will see them before this letter. I find your aunt and cousin Miss de Bourgh's company rather tedious. I am sorry to say so about your relations, but I find it to be so. Miss de Bourgh has spoken three words to me in my weeks of residence and your aunt does not so much speak to me as at me. I must say goodbye now, my dear friend, for Charlotte has been calling to me for five minutes and I am sure she will send a search party if I do not go to her now. Yours Elizabeth Bennet.'
'Dearest Lizzy, It was very welcome to receive your letter, for my brother has returned from Hunsford quite unlike himself. I am glad to hear that you enjoyed walking the groves and lanes, but I fear that this was not the case for Fitzwilliam.Though he is never happy about his visits to my aunt, for I am sure that she attempts to urge a marriage that will unite Pemberley and Rosings, he usually recovers quite quickly on his return, though not on this occasion. My cousin Fitzwilliam does not know what occurred while they were at Rosings, only that my brother had important business to attend one evening, the next day he left Rosings early for a walk and they departed for London that very day. My cousin is left guessing, but he cannot be sure. He believes that Fitzwilliam did not succeed in his business, but this does not explain his general unhappy and reclusive behaviour. He has been back in London for four days now, Miss Bingley has only called once in that time, and Fitzwilliam remained in her company for barely enough time for civilities. Though he does not enjoy Miss Bingley's company, he has never been so close to rudeness. This is so unlike my brother, if you have any idea as to what may have happened, please, dear Lizzy, send me word with the utmost urgency.'
Georgiana put her pen down. Though her cousin did not know what caused her brother's black mood, she had a good idea, but could not ask him, nor Elizabeth. She could not betray her contact with Lizzy for this, it was not her place to interfere, though she thought, 'Oh how I wish it were'. She picked up her pen, dipped it in the ink and continued.
'My cousin Anne has written to me of your visit. Though she is so sickly and does not have a positive outlook on life, I do enjoy reading her letters. Anne told me of a strong minded, spirited young lady who was currently visiting Mr. and Mrs. Collins. She was so entertained by your remarks to Lady Catherine. Anne told me that she had never seen her mother speechless as she was found to be at times when you spoke. Anne assured me that you were in no way rude to my aunt (though I was sure that you would not be) but spoke to her with a confidence that is lacking in nearly every other person my aunt speaks with. Oh Lizzy I was so proud to know that you are my friend. Though Anne, nor any other party concerned knows of our acquaintance, I am very happy to call you friend. I can only hope that you enjoyed your visit with your friend. Anne tells me that Mrs. Collins is a lovely, intelligent lady who spends a great deal of time with her. It appears that Anne has a friend in Mrs. Collins. I understand that you are back with your sister Jane now, please give her my regards. Though I do not know your sister well, you write of her with such affection that I cannot help but love her as if she were my own sister, as I do you, Lizzy. I do long for the company of a sister, I believe that this is one point upon which I envy you a great deal. Of course I know that you would be thinking that I would not envy you all of your sisters, but I am sure that I do. To have the company of sisters must be such a joy to you. Yours etc. Georgiana Darcy.'
Lizzy finished reading her letter and moved to join her family in the drawing room. She had been back in Hertfordshire for a week now and the only discussion to be had with her sisters involved the impending removal of the regiment from Meryton. The arrival of her letter gave her a break from her sisters' complaints but brought new emotions to the surface, how to answer her friend without revealing Mr. Darcys actions. This would require some thought, so rather than write immediately, she decided to listen to her sisters' (the ones Georgiana envied her for) cries and complaints.
As she neared the room, she could hear her sister Lydia crowing, "I am to go to Brighton, I have been invited as companion to Mrs. Forster. It is such a fine thing, for I will have balls and parties every night. Mama, I shall need new clothes for I cannot be seen in these clothes."
Rather than enter the room, Lizzy decided to speak with her father on this matter, as she did not believe that it would be in Lydia's best interests to go to Brighton. As she turned in the direction of the library, Lizzy heard her mother inform Lydia that she shall have new clothes and shoes, bonnets and ribbons and every other thing she may wish for. With a sigh Lizzy knocked on the library door.
"Come." She opened the door and walked in a little hesitantly. "Oh Lizzy, I suppose you have heard the news of your sisters. She has not asked my permission yet but I dare say it will be quieter when she is gone."
"Indeed I have heard of Lydia's invitation, but Papa surely you do not intend to give your consent to the arrangement?"
"Of course, my dear. We shall have no peace at Longbourn if Lydia does not go to Brighton."
"But, Papa, to let Lydia go to Brighton without her father there to temper her behaviour. If you only knew the way that her behaviour could and has reflected on her sisters. I speak of general evils not specific, so please do not ask for me to elaborate. If you will allow me, if you do not take the time to check her now she will be known as the most determined flirt who has ever made herself and her family ridiculous." Lizzy sat down with a sigh.
Mr. Bennet walked to his daughter, though moved by her words he was not about to yield. "Lizzy, I thank you for sharing your concerns with me but I believe that all will be well. Your sister is too poor to be of prey to fortune hunters and in a whole camp she will not be so favoured by the soldiers. Colonel Forster is a sensible man and this gives your sister a chance to be in the world with very little cost to her family. No, Lizzy, I have made my decision. Lydia will go to Brighton and all will be well." Lizzy knew her father well enough to know this was the end of the discussion on this topic. She stood and left the room defeated. Rather than return to her sisters and mother, Lizzy went for a long walk.
And so the day came, two weeks after the return of the eldest Miss Bennets to Longbourn, the youngest was to leave on a trip of pleasure and flirtation. Kitty was jealous, Mrs. Bennet upset that all her girls were not to go, Mary indifferent and Lizzy and Jane sorry that their sister was to have the opportunity to expose them all to censure.
'Dear Georgiana, Again I have been lax in my correspondence, but as the regiment has left Meryton I have been kept quite busy with my mother and sisters as they mourn the loss of so frequent society. I do believe that my mother also misses my sister Lydia as she has gone to Brighton with Mrs. Forster. Jane is the only one here with whom I can have a sensible discussion and she is much occupied with my mother. The days are getting warmer and the breeze is quite refreshing and yet I enjoy long solitary walks. The only thing that could make me enjoy this change to Summer any better is your company, but I must content myself with our writings. I find that I quite depend on your perspective to keep me sane. I am sure that without your letters I would be quite desolate. Saying that, I must pack the letters I have received from you to date and peruse them whenever I miss your words, for I am to travel with my aunt and uncle in a few weeks and once we begin to travel I fear that I will not be able to receive any letters from you for I do not know our plans sufficiently to give you the direction your letters would need to reach me. For this I am truly sorry, but I do sincerely promise that I will write a long and detailed letter of my travels and will send it to you on my return, unless of course I send several smaller missives whilst I travel. We are to travel to the Lakes for a tour of pleasure. My cousins are to remain at Longbourn under my sister Jane's particular care. I am so looking forward to seeing the Lakes for I have heard such stories of the views and houses that make me quite envious of any person who has seen them. But now I am to tour them myself.'
Lizzy put her letter aside as it was time for tea and as Lady Lucas was visiting, she had to join the ladies. Tea was uneventful, with Lady Lucas reminding Mrs. Bennet that her Charlotte was well settled and in a comfortable home with such attentions as those received from Lady Catherine. Lady Lucas quite enjoyed her status of having a daughter well married and after the way Mrs. Bennet had spoken when Mr. Bingley was in residence she could expect little less.
It was later that same day when Mrs. Hill handed Lizzy a letter from her aunt. It seemed that their journey was to be delayed two weeks and it would not be for so long a duration either. Although disappointed, Lizzy was satisfied that the reduced tour of pleasure would still afford many pretty scenes and ample houses and gardens to view. So with a mild disappointment, the following day, Lizzy sat down to write to her aunt.
On reaching the writing table, Lizzy noticed her unfinished letter to Georgiana. At first she was angry with herself for leaving her letter out so any of her sisters or worse, her mother, could find it. She decided to write to her aunt first and complete the letter to Georgiana second. To Mrs. Gardiner, Lizzy wrote that she was satisfied with the reduced tour and was very much looking forward to the journey. A longer letter than this was not necessary as Mrs. Gardiner would be at Longbourn in two weeks to collect her. Then she turned to her letter to Georgiana.
Lizzy decided it best not to rearrange her earlier writings that would delay correspondence between herself and Georgiana as the two weeks delay would not allow for many posts and Lizzy had preparations to make for her journey and the change in seasons always induced her to walk more often then previously.
'As you see from the dates, a few days have passed since I began this letter. Not many events have occurred at Longbourn in that time, but it seems that I am easily distracted at present. I cannot explain it beyond the needs of my mother and the calling of the outdoors. I will complete this letter now for you will begin to fear that it has been lost in the post if I do not send it this very day. It seems that my journey is to be changed. My aunt and uncle are not able to tour for as long as we originally intended, instead we are to travel to a small village where my aunt grew up as a girl. Though this will not have the same appeal as the Lakes, I still look forward to seeing the new countryside and traveling with my aunt and uncle. As we are likely to stop in the village for a number of weeks, I will write from there when we are settled. But for now Georgiana, the breeze is blowing through the trees in a way that calls me to the lanes around Longbourn. Yours Elizabeth Bennet'
Lizzy quickly sealed and addressed this letter, collected it and the one she had written to her aunt, along with her bonnet and left the house. On her way out she told a maid that she was walking to Meryton to post her letters herself. The maid did not protest that she would do it, for all the servants of Longbourn understood that Miss Elizabeth often walked out of doors under any excuse she could find. It had always been this way and no person, except Mrs. Bennet, objected.
Lizzy enjoyed seeing places she had never seen before and traveling in the fresh air with relatives she felt no need to be ashamed of. Every night she added a little to her letter to Georgiana with the intention of posting it after her arrival at the inn at Lambton.
It was quite late in the day when the Gardiners and their charge arrived at the inn, but they sat down to a pleasant meal and discussed plans for the following day. Both Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were eager to visit Pemberley, stroll the grounds, request a viewing of the house and have a pleasant day.
Lizzy was quite hesitant. Not only did her friend live in that actual house, but the man whom she had refused when he proposed marriage lived there. Lizzy was quite mindful of the things she had said to Mr. Darcy and how undeserved the fashion of delivery really was. With all of this in mind she asked her aunt: "Do you particularly wish to see it, aunt? I should feel uncomfortable to visit the place without a proper invitation."
"Should not you like to see it, Lizzy? A place of which you have heard so much. If it were only a nice house richly furnished I should not wish to go, but the grounds are quite beautiful."
Lizzy knew when she was defeated. If she protested too much, her aunt would ask her motives and Lizzy had told her aunt about neither the correspondence with one resident of Pemberley, nor the proposal made by the other. Lizzy contented herself with asking the maid if the family were away. A positive answer to this question was all that Lizzy needed for she was quite curious.
As they drove along, Lizzy watched such pretty hills and farms pass that it was only when her uncle stopped the coach that she realised the house was before her. It was such a pleasant view and the house was pleasant without being gaudy, a pleasant house on very pretty grounds, this was almost enough to make Lizzy regret her refusal.
They drove on and it was decided that they would apply to the housekeeper and request to see the place. Mrs. Reynolds, the housekeeper, was more than happy to admit the small party. There was little she enjoyed more than showing off her master's beautiful house.
They followed her into a dining parlour that was large, well proportioned and handsomely fitted up. After surveying it, Lizzy went to a window to enjoy the prospect. The view of the hill and the woods through which the carriage had come, along with a river was breathtaking.
They passed through other rooms, and Lizzy was pleased to see an elegance that Rosings lacked. Though the furnishings were not so fine, they were pleasant and handsome. There was more real elegance in the simplicity of decoration.
Lizzy longed to ask if the master and his sister were really absent, but had not the courage. At last her questions were answered for her uncle had fallen into an easy conversation with the woman.
Mrs. Reynolds informed them that Mr. Darcy was from home but was to return in a day with a party of friends, including Georgiana.
They continued to walk through the halls and into a gallery. The rooms held little interest for Lizzy so she focused on the views from the windows, until they arrived at the gallery. Here were portraits of Darcys dating back many years, though it was the two at the end of the gallery that attracted Lizzy's attention. The one on the end was of a pretty girl of about fourteen. Lizzy immediately recognised her friend and a small smile formed as she looked at it. It had been over a year since they had met, and this portrait allowed Lizzy to remember how pretty and innocent her friend looked.
The next portrait held her attention for longer - Mr. Darcy, quite formally attired and quite handsome. Lizzy paid no attention to the conversation her aunt and uncle were having with the housekeeper, for she focused on the portrait as if it could tell her all of his secrets.
At last, Lizzy turned to see her aunt and uncle and Mrs. Reynolds preparing to view the very portrait she had been studying. With a force of will, she turned and shared in the conversation. Mrs. Reynolds was full of praise and compliments for Mr. Darcy and Miss Darcy. Lizzy was pleased to hear this fine report, and it even continued as they returned to the door to be released into the custody of the gardener.
It was fortunate for Lizzy that her aunt and uncle were content with each others conversation, for she did not trust herself to speak of his home or his garden for her own feelings were quite in turmoil. Not only had Lizzy thoughts of the brother in her mind, but what was she to write to conclude the letter that she had not yet posted?
The gardener began the usual tour of the park, pointing out many things of interest. They passed through the area that Lizzy had been viewing through the windows and she was not disappointed by the nearer view.
They proceeded down to a small stream and then began to follow it. Lizzy walked along behind, quite happily looking about herself at the trees and the stream when she noticed movement ahead on the path. The path curved away before Lizzy had a chance to identify the person, but it did not take long for the master of the house to be before them.
As the party was being led by the gardener, Mr. Darcy greeted him quickly and said, "Jones, you may go, I will conclude this tour."
A very confused Jones replied, "Yes, of course, sir, if you wish."
"Indeed I do. Thank you." Jones scuttled off down a narrow path as Mr. Darcy turned to greet Lizzy. Unfortunately for Mr. Darcy, Lizzy was still standing behind her relatives. He greeted her warmly and was introduced to her aunt and uncle. If Lizzy was searching for any sign that he did not approve she did not find it, for none was to be had.
As promised, Mr. Darcy continued the tour, leading with Mr. Gardiner speaking of fishing with Lizzy and Mrs. Gardiner behind. How Darcy longed for this arrangement to be changed, and as he wished it, Mrs. Gardiner approached her husband, seeking a stronger support than her niece could give. The change was made and Lizzy and Darcy led Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner around the park.
Once beyond the hearing of Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, Lizzy began to speak, "Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to apologise for this intrusion on your time and home. We were informed that you were from home or we would never have presumed to visit."
"Miss Bennet, do not be uneasy, I had not planned my return till tomorrow but found I had business so rode ahead of the party. They will join me tomorrow. Among them are some who claim an acquaintance with you."
Lizzy stopped in the path and looked at him. 'Could Georgiana have told him?' She wondered, but her questions were answered as Mr. Darcy answered the question on her face.
"Mr. Bingley and his sisters."
"Oh," was all that she could say. They continued in silence for a few minutes, both being excellent walkers they were nearing the house, but Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were a way back yet. Lizzy did not know what she could say. 'Should I tell him of my acquaintance with Georgiana, and himself?'
Darcy was also feeling uncomfortable in the silence, so decided to introduce a new topic.
"Miss Bennet." She looked at him, tearing her eyes from a frog croaking in the lake. "There is one of the party, who I am sure more particularly wishes to meet you." He stopped and Lizzy wondered who this could be. 'He cannot mean, no it could not be.' Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice. "Will you allow me, or do I ask to much, may I introduce you to my sister during your stay in Lambton?"
While trying to control her features, for she was quite amused, Lizzy began to think, 'Do I tell him now? Or should he see for himself when we meet. He did say once that disguise of every kind is his abhorrence,' and so she decided to tell him, but as she began to open her mouth to speak she began to giggle. The confused look he gave her caused her to laugh all the more.