Beginning, Section II
Prologue
A man and woman were sitting in Vauxhall Gardens. The woman was animated, talking. Her dark hair curly, her face far from classical beauty, however in her eyes there was the very essence of life. A sparkle shone in these brown eyes and it was a sparkle of joy. If one wanted to describe her, one should say, she was a freedom lover. There were green fields, coloured with flowers of all seasons in her deep brown eyes and a warm wind blew the high grass there and a girl was running across the fields and those were the girl's eyes.
Looking at her, one could say she was an ordinary English girl, no English Rose, no beauty but a simple girl with unforgettable eyes.
The man was looking at the woman sitting opposite to him. There was a try of understanding in his eyes but he was not convinced. It seemed that whatever she would say, and no matter how hard he would try, everything would be too improbable for him to believe in. Admiringly, he marveled at her want to make him understand.
Chapter 1
"My dear Mr. Bennet! I have news! Good news!" cried Mrs. Bennet as soon as she caught up with him on the way back from the church.
She was met by silence.
"Don't you want to know what I am to say?"
"My dear, you will say it anyway, so I'll just wait for it."
"Well, Mr. Bennet," began his wife, too impatient to be vexed with her husband, "Netherfield is let at last."
Mr. Bennet nodded.
"And you will never going to believe by whom?
"You will tell me, I am sure." Replied her husband
"He's name is Richard Fitzwilliam and he is the son of Lord Matlock! Isn't it fine for our girls?"
"Is he not married?" asked Mr. Bennet ironically, guessing to what his wife was referring and winked at his second oldest daughter - Elizabeth.
"Indeed, he is not! He has just quit the army as he had inherited a large sum after his aunt."
Mr. Bennet did not reply.
"Maybe he'd take fancy in Jane or Lydia!" called Mrs. Bennet, winking at Lydia, who began giggling and making faces to Kitty, who apparently had no chances of catching Mr. Fitzwilliam's fancy, at least according to Mrs. Bennet.
The Bennets were a respectable family in Herfordshire but having a misfortune of possessing no sons, did not enjoy the peace of mind which should come with a fair fortune. The estate of the family, called Longbourn was entailed away to a cousin of Mr. Bennet, a Mr. Collins and the five daughters of the family had nothing but 50 pounds a year to recommend themselves. You will start screaming at me now that they had all the beauty they needed and even more! Before you do, consider that in 1809, the mere 50 pounds a year shattered good marriage prospects, of no matter how beautiful a woman. Therefore, the Bennet sisters were at best destined to marry clergymen with low connections.
However, Mrs. Bennet harboured certain hopes that at least one of her girls would marry well and after Mr. Bennet's death would take over responsibilities as the financial supporter of the family. You must know that when a woman marries, she marries a man, when a man marries, he marries her family. Therefore, Mrs. Bennet had all the hopes that Mr. Fitzwilliam be the man who will marry her (as family, of course).
Chapter 2
Early morning on October 1st, Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Bennet's sister, entered Longbourn, calling:
"My dear Sister, I have news! Mr. Fitzwilliam has come with a large party of friends."
"Are there other rich men in the party?" questioned her Mrs. Bennet.
"Mrs. Long has told me, he brought seven ladies and four gentlemen."
At that moment, Lydia ran into her mother's room:
"Mama, Maria Lucas has just told me, Mr. Fitzwilliam is come and he brought a large party of friends. Six ladies and five gentlemen!"
Mrs. Phillips looked slighted at such an impertinent manner of the youngest Bennet offspring but she continued:
"And Sister, Sir William Lucas is to invite them to the Assembly Rooms next week."
"Indeed, a splendid idea. I must tell Mr. Bennet to call upon Mr. Fitzwilliam." With that she ran out of the room, leaving Mrs. Phillips and Lydia to themselves.
Richard Fitzwilliam entered the Netherfield breakfast room and scanned it with satisfaction. He never imagined that he would have a home of his own. He was a younger son of Lord Matlock and his older brother James was to inherit all of the family estates and titles. He, Richard, was supposed to seek his fortune in serving his country as a military man. Reality proved different. Once described as with neither money nor beauty, he was now in possession of a fair five thousand a year income. He could afford a house and choose a wife to his liking. Six months ago, his mother's aunt, Lady Margaret St. Brevis died in the age of eighty-two, surprisingly leaving everything she had to him. It made him a desirable offer on the London marriage market, and he, having not find a lady of his liking among the London young ladies, decided to take a break from society and settle down in Hertfordshire, a nice county with country manners and no aspirations to be the centre of the world.
The breakfast room was still empty. No one has yet come down to breakfast but as soon as Richard settled himself with a steaming plate in front of him, he heard steps and the door opened.
"Good morning, Georgiana. How are you this morning?"
"Very well, thank you Cousin Richard." Replied the girl shyly taking the place the servant pointed to her.
"Did you sleep well? I hope the first night in my house, was not restless for you. I would be mostly disappointed if it were!" called Fitzwilliam, smiling broadly. He always tried to encourage Georgiana to be more open, and joking, he was sure, was the best way to do it.
"I slept very well, thank you. There is also a lovely prospect from my room."
"I'm glad you like it. Darcy always tells me how fond you are of beautiful sight, therefore I've asked the housekeeper to prepare for you a room with the most breathtaking view from the window."
"You are so kind, Cousin. I don't deserve it, after..."
"Speak nothing of it. You deserve absolutely everything a human can give you."
Georgiana smiled. She was about to say something, when the door opened and James Baron Fitzwilliam and his wife Lady Susan came in.
"Georgiana, Richard, good morning to you." Called Lady Susan, kissing Georgiana in the cheek.
"James, Susan, how are you?"
"Very well. You've taken a beautiful house, Richard. Were we not living in Fitzwoodley, I would be jealous!" called James and both men burst into laughter.
"I see you are in jolly good moods!" said a male voice.
"We are indeed, Darcy." Replied Lady Susan.
"What made you so good-humoured?" inquired the man called Darcy.
"We were just laughing that you were wrong saying that Fitzwilliam should take a house somewhere in the North." Teased James.
"I should have known you would be teasing me about it. But I was merely stating my opinion."
"Now, Darcy, don't be such a stiff upper lip. Admit that you like it here." Called Lady Susan.
"I will tell you that when I see 'here'." Replied Darcy
"You'll never change, will you, Darcy?" asked Fitzwilliam.
"Only time will show. What do you say to that?"
"Amen! And let's eat. I'm starving. Fosset, please bring Mr. Darcy, a huge sausage so he can stuff himself with it." Replied Fitzwilliam and everyone, including Darcy and Georgiana laughed.
Chapter 3
When the Netherfield party entered the assembly room it consisted only of three all together - Mr. Fitzwilliam, his older brother James and his wife - Lady Susan. Mr. Fitzwilliam was not particularly handsome but very gentleman-like; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His brother was a tall handsome man in mid-thirties with a broad smile, which indicated his good nature and heart. Lady Susan seemed to be an energetic lady who matched her husband's wits.
Sir William Lucas welcomed the newly arrived, observed by everyone in the room. Elizabeth Bennet was standing together with Charlotte Lucas, Sir William's eldest daughter and Elizabeth's senior by four years. Charlotte was a rather plain girl, who possessed neither money nor beauty but was a down to earth realist who was fully aware that she had no chances of marrying well. Yet she was Elizabeth's closest friend and a welcomed companion of her solitary walks.
Richard scanned the room. The gathering was by no means as fine as those he partook in London but the ladies seemed pleasant. James was dancing with Susan and Fitzwilliam found himself standing in the corner. He wished he managed to persuade Darcy to join them but he felt he shouldn't press him, as it was for Georgian's sake that Darcy wanted to stay home. Fitzwilliam had his suspicions that Darcy did not wish to mix with people "below him" in status but this topic was a taboo in the family as Darcy always put down any discussions on it. It seemed funny, however, that although Darcy seemed do preoccupied with family status and connections, he did everything to avoid marriage with Cousin Anne de Bourgh who had the connections and status. Fitzwilliam noticed that James left Susan with Sir William who was leading her to two young ladies standing in the corner of the room. His eyes moved form one lady to another, only to stop on the second one. A small smile ran through the corners of his lips as he slowly moved towards where Susan stood with the young ladies.
Elizabeth and Charlotte were talking when Sir William and the newly arrived lady approached them.
"Miss Elizabeth, Charlotte, my dear, may I present Lady Susan Fitzwilliam. Mr. Fitzwilliam's of Netherfield sister-in-law."
"A pleasure to meet you Lady Susan." Replied Elizabeth, while Charlotte curtsied her.
"The pleasure is all mine." Exclaimed Lady Susan. "As soon as I've entered I wanted to meet you. So I induced, Sir William here, to introduce me."
"Capital! Capital!" called Sir Lucas and went away, beckoned by his wife.
"So how do you like Hertfordshire, Lady Susan?" asked Elizabeth, already liking the open Lady Susan.
"So far I find it beautiful. We've been here but six days and I was able to take a walk only twice and we went hunting once, and visited Meryton once, so I still haven't seen much. Do you like walking, Miss Elizabeth?"
"I do. I find it mostly agreeable early in the morning."
"How early is early for you?" called Lady Susan.
"Before breakfast. At about eight or so."
"If I'll be a good girl and go to bed early, I might join you some time."
"And what is early for you, Lady Susan?" asked Elizabeth cheekily.
"I knew we'd understand each other!" laughed Lady Susan, "And please call me Susan."
"Only if you call me Elizabeth."
"So it's settled. And you, Charlotte, you don't mind my calling you by your first name?"
"No, of course, not." Replied Charlotte.
"You must call me Susan as well. Do you like walking as well, Charlotte?"
"I do. I'm not such a great walker as Lizzy but I sometimes embark on a long walk."
"Splendid. You two must come to Netherfield for dinner and stay overnight, so that we can all go for a walk early in the morning. Elizabeth, you'll lead!"
"I can see, Susan that you are already enjoying yourself in the finest of companies." Said a male voice from behind Elizabeth and Charlotte.
"Richard, let me introduce, Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Miss Lucas. Ladies, my brother-in-law, Richard Fitzwilliam. The proud owner of Netherfield, as you must already know, for such news could not be kept secret!" laughed Lady Susan.
"Susan, you naughty girl, you will scare off the ladies. I'm not proud. Don't mistake me for Darce!" cried Fitzwilliam
"Darce is a cousin of ours. He is a very good man though a little too stiff for certain tastes if you know what I mean." Explained Lady Susan winking at Elizabeth, who suppressed a smile.
"Miss Lucas, if you are not otherwise engaged, would you do me the honour of dancing with me the next dance?" asked Fitzwilliam, smiling at Charlotte.
"I'm not engaged. Thank you." Replied Charlotte totally taken aback. It was probably the first time in her life that a man asked for her hand in a dance if Elizabeth Bennet was an alternative.
Chapter 4
"Mr. Bennet, what a horrible evening! I swear I will not attend another ball. Even if the Prince Regent, himself, was to attend!" cried Mrs. Bennet on entering the parlour where Mr. Bennet was enjoying a quite evening home.
"Why do think it so horrible, my dear?" asked Mr. Bennet looking from behind the book.
"It's Mr. Fitzwilliam! What an awful man!"
"Why so? I found him very interesting. Not so much as his cousin but still."
Elizabeth looked quizzically at Jane: A cousin? Who is the cousin? But before she could ask Mrs. Bennet cried:
"Can you imagine, Mr. Bennet, he danced with Charlotte Lucas twice! He preferred Charlotte to Jane and Lizzy! And that dreadful Lady Lucas prattled about it all evening. Look, Mrs. Bennet, Mr. Fitzwilliam seems to like my Charlotte. He is such a charming man! And what was I to say?"
"That you disagree and think her Charlotte a horror!" laughed Mr. Bennet.
"Oh, Mr. Bennet, you have no compassion for me!" She ran out of the room crying and calling Hill.
The rest of the family was left gathered around Mr. Bennet. When the younger sisters decided to go upstairs, Lizzy asked her father:
"Papa, you have said that Mr. Fitzwilliam has a cousin. We haven't seen him at the assembly. Has he left?"
"I can see, Lizzy that you are pained that you and your sisters lost the contest where Mr. Fitzwilliam was the prize, so you are hoping there will be another contest soon?"
"Papa, how can you?"
"There, there, Lizzy, just teasing you. Mr. Fitzwilliam has a cousin who is staying with him at Netherfield, a Mr. Darcy, if I remember correctly."
"Darce..." Darce is a cousin of ours. He is a very good man though a little too stiff for certain tastes if you know what I mean remembered Elizabeth.
"You said you liked him better." Asked she.
"Yes. He is a good sport. Awfully introvert, even proud, I'd say. When I said I liked him, I thought in terms of teasing."
"I see. Goodnight, papa."
"Goodnight, Lizzy, Jane."
"What a lovely evening!" cried Richard entering the Netherfield breakfast room the next day.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Said Georgiana and looked at her brother.
"Darcy, you should have come with us, and so should you, Georgiana." Said Lady Susan.
"I don't think..." began Darcy but Lady Susan interrupted him:
"I have invited Charlotte Lucas and Elizabeth Bennet to dine with us today."
"What a splendid idea, Sister. I should be very glad to introduce them to Darcy."
"Why?" inquired Darcy.
"Because they are very nice." Replied Lady Susan before Fitzwilliam managed to open his mouth.
"I, personally, couldn't help myself laughing, when you danced with that girl twice Richard. Her mother was on the verge of breaking into pieces with delight. What makes me curious is, why on Earth did you dance with the plain one when her companion was available?" asked James
"I did it out of propriety. It was her father who invited us."
"Yes. Just why do I not believe you?"
"That's your problem, James, if you don't believe me." Replied Richard
As the party was leaving breakfast room, Darcy approached Lady Susan and asked:
"Susan, what was this all about?"
"I don't know if I should be telling you." Said she, winking at Georgiana.
"Susan..." a slight threat played in his voiced, mixed with sarcasm.
"I think Richard has fallen in love." Replied she and before Darcy was able to regain his wits from the sustained shock, she sailed of laughing, with Georgiana next to her.
Chapter 5
Lady Susan and Georgiana were in the sitting room. The gentlemen had gone fishing and the ladies had themselves to entertain. Fortunately for both women, they liked each other and could spend hours talking. Lady Susan, seemed to the shy and introvert Georgiana, a goddess of high society, when she talked about the balls and dinners, she took part in during the winter. It was almost four now and Lady Susan was growing impatient. She dearly wished, she could introduce Georgiana especially to Miss Elizabeth Bennet. She was sure Elizabeth would have a positive influence on her reserved cousin.
"How I wish, they would come already! It's not that your company, Georgiana, bores me, you know it! But I want you to meet Elizabeth, so much!"
"I see, you are very taken with the lady, Susan." Replied Georgiana.
"I admit, I am. And so you will be when you meet her. I swear I heard a carriage." Called Lady Susan and ran to the window. "It is Elizabeth and Charlotte! I'm so glad."
Georgiana was already nervous. She always imagined lady Susan moving in the finest of circles with the finest ladies and the handsomest gentlemen. Ladies whom Lady Susan praised so much, had to be of the finest manner and breeding. Therefore, Georgiana had adopted a certain picture of Miss Elizabeth and the closer their meeting was, the more scared Georgiana was. Her only hope was that Lady Susan did not like Miss Bingley and her sister, Mrs. Hurst, so at least Miss Elizabeth wasn't shrewish but nothing more could be guaranteed and Georgiana wished she could dissolve under the carpet.
"Miss Lucas and Miss Elizabeth Bennet." Announced the footman, waking Georgiana from her reverie.
"Elizabeth, Charlotte, how good to see you!" called Lady Susan. "Fosset, please take the trunks to guest rooms."
"Right away, Ma'am."
"Now," began Lady Susan, "let me introduce my cousin, Miss Georgianna Darcy. Georgiana, these are Miss Lucas and Miss Elizabeth Bennet." The Ladies acknowledged one another and Lady Susan went to call for some refreshments.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Began Georgiana. "My cousin told me so much about you."
"I hope she wasn't severe on us." Replied Elizabeth smiling.
"Oh, no. She told me only good things." Quickly responded Georgiana, and Elizabeth sensed her young interlocutor was terribly uncertain.
"Miss Darcy, would you be so kind as to show me that beautiful instrument that stands in the corner, over there?" asked Elizabeth with a warm smile.
"It will be a pleasure." Miss Darcy's eyes lit up and Elizabeth knew she had hit the right string. It was necessary to ensure Miss Darcy that there was nothing to be worried about.
Meanwhile Lady Susan returned to the parlour.
"I see you have already become friends. I'm so glad."
"Miss Darcy has just showed me this instrument." Elizabeth pointed at it.
"Well, you have found Miss Darcy's weakness. She is very fond of music." Answered lady Susan, "And she plays marvelously!"
"I do not play very well. Lady Susan is just being nice."
"Now, I believe I have a solution. Miss Darcy will play for us after dinner and Charlotte and I will vote who is right." Laughed Elizabeth.
"Miss Lucas, you are very quiet. Why is that so?" asked Lady Susan.
"I find great pleasure in listening to others talk. It is always very interesting, especially when things, which were not to be said, are being said involuntarily."
"And so we have been the object of your sport, Miss Lucas. Did we provide good entertainment?" asked Lady Susan.
"I didn't mean it as an offence."
"I know Charlotte but I wanted to tease you. I have a every strange belief that you are being nervous."
"I assure you, I am not." Replied Charlotte slightly blushing.
Neither Lady Susan nor Elizabeth managed to reply as the door opened and two men walked in.
"How good of you to come back already. But where have you lost Darcy?" inquired Lady Susan.
"We've had enough of fishing, my dear." Replied her husband.
"And as for Darcy, I have no idea where he could be." Said Richard.
"How so, Cousin? What happened?" cried Georgiana
"Do not worry, he has left us a little earlier, claiming he had some business in Meryton to attend to. I believe he should be back by dinner." Reassured her Richard.
"James, Richard, you do remember Miss Lucas and Miss Elizabeth from yesterday." Said Lady Susan. Until then, Richard Fitzwilliam had not noticed Charlotte sitting on the sofa behind Lady Susan.
"Good evening to you, ladies. I'm glad you have accepted my sister's invitation to come to dinner and stay overnight. She was terribly anxious this morning that she had to postpone that walk till tomorrow."
"Good evening." Replied both ladies, Charlotte slightly blushing and allowing herself a small smile towards Mr. Fitzwilliam.
"I believe we should all go and change before dinner. Georgiana, will you show Miss Lucas and Miss Elizabeth their rooms?"
"Certainly." Replied Georgiana.
Meanwhile at Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet was telling Lady Lucas.
"I'm so glad Lizzy is gone to Netherfield for I heard that Mr. Fitzwilliam's cousin, a Mr. Darcy, has twice his income and a grand estate in Derbyshire."
"I must say, I can already picture Charlotte as mistress of Netherfield. And Mr. Fitzwilliam is so handsome. Mr. Darcy may have twice his income but you should be careful with the looks. He may be ugly and with a gout."
"A gout! Now Lady Lucas, you don't have gout when you are eight and twenty."
"I have heard that Duke of Whit____ had a gout at the age of five and twenty." Assured her Lady Lucas and Mrs. Bennet said:
"You must remember one thing though, Lady Lucas. Your Charlotte is not yet Mrs. Fitzwilliam and we all know what there is between the lips and the edge of a glass."
Lady Lucas wasn't sure what Mrs. Bennet meant but knowing her all those years, she was sure there was meanness in that expression.
"Well, I must be going, Mrs. Bennet."
"Goodbye, Lady Lucas."
Miss Darcy had told Elizabeth that dinner would be served at seven in the dining room of the ground floor. It was five to seven now and Elizabeth was walking down the stairs. The hall was empty but there was a number of doors, all closed. Elizabeth stopped trying to judge which door could lead to where.
"May I be of assistance, Ma'am?" asked a male voice from behind.
"Thank you. I believe I may be in need of some assistance. Miss Darcy has told me that the supper was at seven but she forgot to tell me how to get there."
"Come with me, please."
He led her to towards the door on the left-hand side. How strange, he did not introduce himself. He doesn't look like a servant certainly, so it must be Mr. Darcy then. thought Elizabeth as they entered the dinning room.
"Miss Bennet, I can see, you've met Mr. Darcy." Greeted her Lady Susan.
Elizabeth smiled and Lady Susan realised what happened:
"Darcy, and you haven't introduced yourself to the lady properly. Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Mr. Darcy."
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir."
Darcy curtsied her rather stiffly and walked to the table, leaving Elizabeth with rather strange expression on the face. One could say it was a mixture of sarcasm and slight distaste. Lady Susan seemed to notice it, so she swiftly changed the subject asking Darcy:
"Mr. Fitzwilliam tells me, that you have been to Meryton this afternoon. Whatever could be your business there?"
"I...I went to fetch something for Georgiana." Replied Darcy and Elizabeth instinctively knew he was lying. In other circumstances she would even be willing to help him by changing the subject but Mr. Darcy seemed so convinced that he could do everything on his own and his own way that Elizabeth decided not to say a word. At that moment Richard and Charlotte entered the room, talking. Elizabeth noticed that Darcy had a horrified expression on his face.
"Good evening to all." Said their host. "We've met on the stairs and I decided to show Miss Lucas the pool room before dinner."
Elizabeth noticed that Darcy moved closer to Sir James and whispered something into his ear, what made Sir James smile lustfully. Mr. Darcy seemed to be the worst kind society man, whom propriety left long ago.
The dinner began. Elizabeth was sited next to Miss Darcy and opposite to her brother. For most part of the evening he did not utter one single word. Had Elizabeth been able to see Miss Darcy's face, she would have known that something was wrong with Mr. Darcy.
The ladies went to sit in the main parlour while the gentlemen enjoyed their port. When they joined the ladies, Elizabeth induced Georgiana to play. The girl was terribly shy and didn't want but Elizabeth convinced her saying that only she could give justice to the instrument. As Georgiana played, Elizabeth noticed Mr. Darcy was staring at herself. There was a blank expression on his face but his eyes rarely quitted their object and if they did it was only to look at Georgiana. Elizabeth could not make out anything of this look so she decided he was looking to find a blemish, especially that there was from time to time a flicker of distaste running across his face. Meanwhile Charlotte and Richard Fitzwilliam were talking in the corner of the room by the window. Elizabeth rejoiced that Charlotte found such a fine admirer.
When Georgiana finished her song, she asked Elizabeth to play. As she turned to sit behind the instrument, she was sure, she saw a faint smile running across Mr. Darcy's lips. You want to laugh me out? Do if you dare! she smiled with self contentment and began a lively air.
When she finished, she went to sit next to Lady Susan who was in conversation with her husband and Georgiana. Mr. Darcy sat silently. Elizabeth picked up a book and started reading.
"Miss Bennet, I will not let you read!" cried Lady Susan. "We must have some conversation or you will think that we are all like Darcy here!"
Elizabeth smiled, and Darcy bowed towards Lady Susan:
"My dear Susan, I know you love making your sport of me. I shall not prevent you." Replied he with a sarcastic grin.
"And I was hoping for some lively conversation." Playfully whined Lady Susan.
"Are you saying that you cannot have lively conversation with your husband?" cried Sir James.
"Oh, James, it is terribly difficult to tease you because you laugh at whatever I tell you! Darcy, on the other hand is always very serious. A perfect object for a teaser. Shall we tease him Miss Bennet?"
"Tease, Mr. Darcy, you certainly make it sound as if it would indeed be a great feast of pleasure." Replied Elizabeth.
"Very well then. Darcy, pray tell us why do you sit so silently in the company of so many young and beautiful ladies?" began Lady Susan.
"I..I am not apt to entertaining them."
"Not feel apt!" cried Lady Susan.
"Mr. Darcy apparently had never heard about a saying: practice makes a master." Said Elizabeth.
"A point for you, Elizabeth." Said Lady Susan, "What have you to answer, Mr. Darcy?"
"Only this that Miss Bennet is not entirely correct. I know that saying but..."
"You would not give yourself the trouble of exercising it." Called Richard Fitzwilliam.
"My cousin is always right." Replied Darcy.
"If you will excuse me. I believe I shall retire now." Said Georgiana standing up.
"Oh dear, it's so late already. I believe we shall all retire if we are to go for a morning walk tomorrow." Said Lady Susan and taking Elizabeth and Charlotte with her, followed Georgiana leaving the gentlemen to themselves.
"Darcy what on Earth happened to you this afternoon. Where did your humour go?"
"Fitzwilliam, there is nothing to laugh about. I've received an express from militia headquarters. Wickham will station at Meryton."
Chapter 6
"And what do you say, Lizzy?" asked Charlotte as they were returning to Longbourn in the carriage. The morning walk with Lady Susan, surprisingly joined by Georgiana Darcy proved to be delightful. There was almost not a second passed without conversation and when there was a moment of silence, it was a companionable one. They stayed till after lunch at Netherfield and set out on the journey back around three.
"Why are you silent?" asked Charlotte.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking."
"What about?"
"About our visit, of course. What a pity the gentlemen were out since early morning." Said Elizabeth thoughtfully.
"Yes." Replied Charlotte.
"Just a 'yes'. I thought a certain gentleman, you found very pleasing."
"Stop it, Lizzy."
"And I dare say, he was just as pleased."
"You really think so?" asked Charlotte emphatically.
"Yes. I don't think he would show his poolroom to every girl." Laughed Lizzy.
"But have you seen the expression that Mr. Darcy and Sir James had on their faces when we entered?"
"I wouldn't care about it one bit. Sir James must be a reasonable man if he chose a wife like Lady Susan but of Mr. Darcy I have no good opinion."
"Why? True, he seemed distant and maybe aloof but his 10,000 pounds..."
"Stop, Charlotte, you sound like my mother!" cried Elizabeth. "I can't think that there is such a difference between himself and his sister. She is a nice, though shy, girl."
"Maybe we are mistaken. Maybe..."
"Charlotte, are you personalising my whole family? It's Jane who always says things like that. I think Mr. Darcy a proud and distant man, and that is why his sister is so shy. She is always overwhelmed by him and is afraid he might scorn her if she says something wrong."
"Lizzy, don't start with these theories of yours. You hardly know the man. He might have had a bad day or something. You remember Lady Susan saying at the assembly, that he is a good man though may seem proud at times."
"Charlotte not a word more. I can see my mother in front of the house and if she hears I dislike Mr. Darcy I'll have her yelling at me that I did not secure him and that you are going to be married first etc."
Charlotte laughed.
The afternoon was spent by the Longbourn ladies on extracting from Lizzy news about the Netherfield party. Mrs. Bennet seemed to be in want of knowing everything about how Lizzy liked Mr. Darcy and what progress has Charlotte made with Mr. Fitzwilliam. The news of Mr. Fitzwilliam showing Charlotte his poolroom was shocking for Mrs. Bennet:
"I tell you, Charlotte is not a good, decent girl. I've told it Lady Lucas a long time ago. I told her: Lady Lucas, you should have a close eye on Charlotte. She is a still water. And you just never know with them. To be shown a poolroom by a strange man."
"I believe you wouldn't mind, Mr. Fitzwilliam showing the poolroom to Lizzy." Said Mr. Bennet.
"What are you saying, Mr. Bennet?" asked his wife.
"Oh, nothing." Replied he, getting up and leaving the room.
Later in the evening Jane knocked on Lizzy's door.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course, you can."
"So how is Mr. Darcy in reality? You were evasive with your answers tonight." asked Jane
"Well, he doesn't like me and I don't like him."
"That doesn't say much."
"His cousin told us, he was a good man though proud at times. I find him proud. I cannot stay if he is good or not. I know little of him but he doesn't strike me as someone who has his heart on his hand. I think his sister is afraid of him. Charlotte convinces me that he might have had just a bad day but I don't think so."
"Lizzy, promise me you will not be prejudiced."
"Very well. I'll do my best but when you meet him you'll tell me what you think of him and if your opinion will not be high, you will not try to make me like him."
"Fair enough. Goodnight. Sleep well, sister."
"You, too, my dear Jane."
"Oh, and Lizzy, never say never." said Jane.
"What did that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing. Just crossed my mind. Goodnight." she closed the door.
Elizabeth looked into the mirror and smiled. Never say never - what could Jane mean. She blew off the candle.
Chapter 7
The carriage drove the Longbourn family to Lucas Lodge. Lizzy, squeezed between Jane and the carriage wall stared out of the window. She remembered Charlotte's letter which arrived a week ago.
Dear Lizzy,Father has just informed me that he plans on giving a small ball. You should receive an official invitation but I wanted to tell you first. An invitation was already dispatched to Netherfield. Oh, how I wish Mr. Fitzwilliam accepted it.
I must finish now. Mother wants me.
Yours etc.
Lizzy truly rejoiced that Charlotte had such a good marriage prospect. Except Jane, Charlotte was the person deserving a good marriage most. Yet deep in the heart, Lizzy was asking when was her turn to come. She didn't care so much about money or position. They would be most welcome if they came but she wanted to marry for love. However there seemed to be no one whom she could love. The gentlemen in the neighbourhood were nice but that was all that could be said about them and she wanted someone different, someone special, but then it seemed they no longer produced them. Her reverie was broken when the carriage stopped:
"Come, child. Hurry!" called Mrs. Bennet practically dragging Elizabeth out of the carriage.
Lucas Lodge was well illuminated and as soon as the Bennets entered, Mrs. Long whispered to Mrs. Bennet ear that the whole Netherfield party was expected.
"And you must know, my dear Mrs. Bennet that Mr. Fitzwilliam visited the Lucases twice this week." She continued.
"No! It cannot be! Has he come to see Charlotte?"
"That is what Lady Lucas claims but I have my own opinion about it." Both ladies disappeared from Elizabeth's sight. Lydia and Kitty were talking to some officers. Mary sat on a sofa with an expression of distaste on her face.
"Smile, Elizabeth." Whispered Jane. "I haven't seen you so pensive for years." Before Elizabeth could reply, there was a tumult at the door and the Netherfield party entered. Mr. Fitzwilliam appeared to be happy to find himself among his new friends, so did Lady Susan and Sir James. Georgiana Darcy looked frightened as she clutched her brother's arm The latter, however, seemed to be doing his best not to show how horrified he was. Sir William greeted his new guests. Mr. Fitzwilliam went straight away to Charlotte who was sitting on a sofa, next to Mary and beamed at him with a lovely smile. Lady Susan and her husband stood in the row of dancers alongside Lydia, Kitty and some two officers. Mr. Darcy and his sister stood where they were left by the others. Elizabeth noticed Darcy looking at her but as soon as he caught her glance, he turned his head and began scanning the group of redcoats. Miss Darcy whispered something to her brother's ear and he reluctantly released her arm. Elizabeth was happy that the young lady decided to approach them.
"Good evening. Elizabeth."
"Georgiana, how good to see you. May I present my sister, Jane. Jane Bennet, Miss Georgiana Darcy."
"It is a pleasure to meet Elizabeth's sister. Please call me Georgiana."
"The pleasure is mine and do call me Jane."
The conversation between the three continued without convening much meaning till Jane was asked to dance and Georgiana ventured:
"I can see that my cousin is besotted with Charlotte." and turned red at the thought that she might have said something improper.
"So it would seem. I hope you do not disapprove?" asked Elizabeth.
"No. I am very happy. Charlotte seems very nice. How I wish to have a sister!" Elizabeth did not reply and Georgiana, after a pause continued: "Lady Susan brought me here last week, so that I could meet the rest of the family. I found them charming but I must admit that I was afraid of doing something wrong."
"Of that you mustn't be worried. You are high society here, you can do nothing wrong." Laughed Lizzy, but seeing that Georgiana became slightly on guard said: "I was just jesting. I am sorry to cause you any discomfort."
"It is not that. It's just that I am not used to such discussions. I do not mix with society much. I am not used to refined conversation."
"Nor am I but I find that laughing with small amounts of teasing and cheekiness can serve you well."
"Miss Bennet is full of quick replies." Said a male voice with a sarcastic note in it.
"Good evening, Mr. Darcy. I am well, thank you." Replied Elizabeth and Darcy laughed.
"How are you?" asked Elizabeth.
"Exceedingly well. Especially in company of such ladies." Replied he gallantly but Elizabeth wasn't sure if he wasn't criticising her.
Mr. Fitzwilliam and Charlotte approached them.
"Darcy, I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself." Called Fitzwilliam.
"I've decided to follow Miss Bennet's advice. She once told me that only practice makes a master. Yet speaking of it, I was lately wondering what is it that makes a mistress then?"
There was a moment of silence which to everyone seemed very long. Fitzwilliam was wondering if it was Darcy's intent to slight Charlotte or Elizabeth. Elizabeth was sure that the comment was meant to slight Charlotte. Georgiana knew there was something wrong in what her brother said. Charlotte felt slighted and uncertain feeling that it was aimed at her. Darcy was happy that his remark that had just entered his head caused such an effect, especially on Miss Bennet.
"Maybe I will venture to explain that problem to Mr. Darcy." Began Elizabeth in a playful voice but one could feel coldness there: "Mr. Darcy already seems to think that I may be a specialist in the matter. Don't you, Mr. Darcy."
"Miss Bennet, I did..."
"Don't worry. I shall explain though your presumption is rather out of place and far from the truth, Mr. Darcy. But then I suppose that fine society entertains itself with such games. If you expect me to say that it takes need or misfortune to make a mistress you shall be disappointed in my answer then. It takes a man to make a mistress. And a man like yourself I presume." She smiled and walked away leaving everyone in a state of shock.
Chapter 8
Everyone looked at Elizabeth walking away from the group. It was when she disappeared in the crowd of the next room that Fitzwilliam took hold of Darcy's arm and hissed:
"We need to talk." And led him out of the room, towards the hall.
"What the hell were you thinking, Darcy? What were you doing? Do you have to go around slighting people! What's got into you since we came here!" bellowed Fitzwilliam as soon as they found themselves alone.
"I can explain!" said Darcy.
"It better be a good explanation because you slighted both Miss Lucas and Miss Bennet."
"I haven't thought about it."
"What?!" cried Fitzwilliam
"I didn't mean what I said. I promised Georgiana that I'll be sociable and try to remove the bad impression I made on Miss Bennet when she was staying with us. And I knew she liked interesting conversation, so I thought up that I would recall what she told me earlier and..."
"And you've decided to say what you have said."
"Yes, and I am sorry. I meant no offence. I just wanted to "welcome the people with open arms" as you put it once."
"Darcy, you are incorrigible. You do realise how it was understood?"
"Yes." Darcy blushed. "But I never meant it. Yesterday when I was going to bed, I was desperately trying to think up something interesting to say to Miss Bennet. It could not have been, what book have you read as of late or something of the sort..."
"It would be much better if you asked about books!" replied Richard.
"But then ladies of my acquaintance do not read books!"
"Don't change the subject, Darcy. It would be better if you got acquainted with Miss Bennet. You might have found out that she does read."
"How do you know?"
"Char...Miss Lucas told me." Darcy grinned inside. "But don't you dare change the subject! I suggest you go and apologise."
"I will."
"So Miss Lucas, will I be forgiven? I have never meant what was said, I was just..." these words could not pass through his lips.
"He was trying to impress Miss Bennet." Supplied Fitzwilliam.
Charlotte smiled warmly and said: "I cannot say that it was the best of tries. But for my part, you are forgiven."
"Miss Lucas, I believe I should go and apologise to Miss Bennet." Said Darcy soberly.
"I'm afraid you cannot. She left while you were speaking with Mr. Fitzwilliam. She asked took the carriage..."
"But her family is still here." Said Darcy.
"Yes. She said she'll send the carriage as soon as she will be home back."
"I see." Replied Darcy and lapsed into silence.
"I believe that if you want to apologise to her, you should call on her tomorrow and explain..."
"Darcy, Fitzwiliam, what was that all about?" asked Lady Susan, who just approached the group.
"Later, Susan." Replied Fitzwiliam.
"Why did Elizabeth depart so abruptly? Asked Lady Susan when she found herself alone in company of Georgiana:
"I'm afraid my brother said something dreadful and..."
"What did he say, pray?"
"He meant nothing wrong but he said..." here Georgiana, blushing furiously whispered her brother's words to Lady Susan's ear.
"No!" exclaimed the lady. "It cannot be! I must have a word with him."
"Susan, no, please. I think he suffers already."
"And so he should!"
"He explained everything. He said he wanted to impress Miss Bennet."
"Has Elizabeth forgiven him?" asked Lady Susan.
"He did not speak with her."
"So to whom?"
"To Charlotte. It sounded as if my brother disapproved of cousin Richard's attachment to Charlotte."
"Oh, dear!" moaned Lady Susan. "What is to be done now?"
"My cousin told my brother to go and apologise to Miss Bennet."
"I have serious doubts if he does it." Georgiana looked distressed. "I do not mean that your brother is heartless but he may have got scared and...well, anyway, I believe we should pay a visit to Longbourn tomorrow and do our best. Come, my dear, it's time we left as well. Let's find my husband. I cannot enjoy myself, knowing what happened."
Chapter 9
The fresh, morning rays of the sun hit Longbourn and lit the second eldest daughter's of the house face. She was sleeping, tired by the tears she cried last evening. She felt humiliated, as she had never been before. She had cried until a wee hour of the morning of unexplainable sorrow, grief and the Lord only knows of what else, but she cried and cried and cried.
A soft knock on the door did not wake her.
"I believe she is still sleeping, mama." Said Jane on entering the breakfast parlour.
"What will become of this girl?" shrieked Mrs. Bennet but no one ventured a reply.
"My dear, I hope you have ordered a good dinner for tonight." Stated Mr. Bennet.
"Why so?" replied his wife.
"We are to have a guest..."
"A guest! Who is it? Mr. Fitzwilliam?'
"No, it is a man I've never met in my entire life."
"Colonel Foster!" exclaimed Lydia.
"No..."
"Denny!"
"No, it is my cousin Mr. Collins who will inherit the house after I am dead and will be in capacity to through you out of the house."
"Oh, my nerves." Moaned Mrs. Bennet.
"Calm yourself. You may feel consoled after you hear what he writes."
The breakfast was over and the family members found different occupations for themselves. Apart from Mrs. Bennet who was already envisioning one of her daughters married to Mr. Collins and Jane who wanted to convey news to Elizabeth, no one paid any attention to Mr. Collins' arrival.
"Lizzy, are you awake?" Whispered Jane, silently entering Lizzy's bedroom.
"Mmhm." Came a moan from the bed.
"Do you now what time it is?"
"Nohoo"
"Almost 10."
"10! It cannot be!" exclaimed Elizabeth suddenly awake.
"Yes. How are you?"
"Better."
"Lizzy, tell me what really happened yesterday? Lady Susan was greatly displeased with Mr. Darcy and I've heard her say that he should have thought twice before saying such hateful things. What was it all about?"
"Mr. Darcy slighted Charlotte and I had to defend her. Oh, Jane, I am now afraid that even if he was the one who said hateful things, I should have showed more class and not enter into conversation with him. I'm afraid that what I said was distasteful."
"Don't you want to tell me what happened?"
"Oh, Jane." Whined Elizabeth and proceeded to tell the story.
"I cannot believe he said it. He must have not meant it. I am sure."
"Jane, I know he meant it. When Charlotte and I were in Netherfield, he made remarks about Charlotte growing closer to Mr. Fitzwilliam. But do you think I've acted in an unladylike manner?"
"No, Lizzy. You had every right to be offended. Charlotte was your friend. I admit what you said was...strong."
"Oh, no, Jane! Do not try to console me. It was too strong. I was being vulgar."
"No! Lizzy, there is nothing to be worried about. We'll make you a lovely hairdo now and you'll feel much, much better."
Elizabeth hugged her sister and gave her a kiss: "I love you, Jane and I hope that everyone in your life will love you, just like you deserve it."
"Stop it, Lizzy. Oh, I've almost forgot. Our Cousin Mr. Collins arrives this afternoon for a visit. He hinted he wanted to marry one of us."
"Is he sensible?"
"I don't think so and Papa had laughed at his letter."
"I guess I can imagine what's he like. Short with sleazy look and wet hands."
"Lizzy!" exclaimed Jane and burst into laughter.
Lady Susan Fitzwilliam and Miss Georgiana Darcy were announced an hour later in Longbourn. Jane and Lizzy were the ones to greet them. Mary was in her room reading, Kitty and Lydia outdoors and Mrs. Bennet was having a nap.
"Lizzy, how good to see you." Called Lady Susan "I must speak straightforward with you. My cousin's words last night were to his greatest disadvantage. I just don't understand what's got into him. I am truly mortified."
"Lady Susan, you have nothing to be mortified about. Every one, who knows you, will think of you nothing but the best. Mr. Darcy's behaviour cannot influence my opinion of anyone in the family."
"But Elizabeth, you will think ill of my brother!" called Georgiana in a tearful tone.
"Georgiana, your brother doesn't like me, and I am afraid I harbour no warm feelings for him. You have nothing to worry about, I'll be perfectly civil to him but nothing more."
"But Lizzy..." whined Georgiana.
"This is all. It will be for the best if we act as if nothing had happened. You'll be my friends if you want to be them but say nothing more of Mr. Darcy."
Georgiana had a sad expression on her face: "Lizzy, he just wanted to..."
"Georgiana, please, I will call for some tea and we'll be able to chat a little." Elizabeth left to ring for tea, and Lady Susan, Georgiana as well as Jane exchanged sad looks.
Chapter 10
This chapter is in large part citing P&P. I hope you'll forgive me that.
Darcy placed a letter addressed to Miss Elizabeth Bennet on the drawer in the hall where all the letters used to be put for the servants to post them. He considered handing the letter personally but decided that the lady might throw it away without reading, if she knew who the author was. The letter contained an apology and expressed hope that they could start their acquaintance from the beginning. After contemplating the letter, lying on the drawer for a while, Darcy walked away to the library. When the door to the library closed behind him, Richard's dog, a huge Labrador named Wickman, ran into the hall. He was chasing two kittens. The little ones, light and swift managed to change direction just before the drawer but the big heavy dog hit the drawer. The letters lying on drawer fell down. The servant chasing the animals stopped in order to pick them up but he didn't know that one letter slid behind the drawer. It was the letter addressed to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Meanwhile in Longbourn, Mrs. Bennet was in uproar about Mr. Collins' arrival. When the young man descended from his hired carriage, as he announced it to the gathered Bennet family, soon after he greeted them, he scanned his fair cousins. He had not been long seated before he complimented Mrs. Bennet on having so fine a family of daughters, said he had heard much of their beauty, but that, in this instance, fame had fallen short of the truth; and added, that he did not doubt her seeing them all in due time well disposed of in marriage. This gallantry was not much to the taste of some of his hearers, but Mrs. Bennet who quarrelled with no compliments, answered most readily,
"You are very kind, sir, I am sure; and I wish with all my heart it may prove so; for else they will be destitute enough. Things are settled so oddly."
"You allude, perhaps, to the entail of this estate."
"Ah! sir, I do indeed. It is a grievous affair to my poor girls, you must confess. Not that I mean to find fault with _you_, for such things, I know, are all chance in this world. There is no knowing how estates will go when once they come to be entailed."
"I am very sensible, madam, of the hardship to my fair cousins, -- and could say much on the subject, but that I am cautious of appearing forward and precipitate. But I can assure the young ladies that I come prepared to admire them. At present I will not say more, but perhaps when we are better acquainted -- "
He was interrupted by a summons to dinner; and the girls smiled on each other. They were not the only objects of Mr. Collins' admiration. The hall, the dining-room, and all its furniture were examined and praised; and his commendation of every thing would have touched Mrs. Bennet's heart, but for the mortifying supposition of his viewing it all as his own future property. The dinner too, in its turn, was highly admired; and he begged to know to which of his fair cousins, the excellence of its cookery was owing. But here he was set right by Mrs. Bennet, who assured him with some asperity that they were very well able to keep a good cook, and that her daughters had nothing to do in the kitchen. He begged pardon for having displeased her. In a softened tone she declared herself not at all offended; but he continued to apologise for about a quarter of an hour.
During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh's attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort, appeared very remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him to more than usual solemnity of manner, and with a most important aspect he protested that he had never in his life witnessed such behaviour in a person of rank -- such affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced from Lady Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both the discourses which he had already had the honour of preaching before her. She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening. Lady Catherine was reckoned proud by many people he knew, but _he_ had never seen any thing but affability in her. She had always spoken to him as she would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his joining in the society of the neighbourhood, or to his leaving his parish occasionally for a week or two, to visit his relations. She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage; where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself, -- some shelves in the closets up stairs.
"That is all very proper and civil I am sure," said Mrs. Bennet, "and I dare say she is a very agreeable woman. It is a pity that great ladies in general are not more like her. Does she live near you, sir?"
"The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane from Rosings Park, her ladyship's residence."
"I think you said she was a widow, sir? has she any family?"
"She has one only daughter, the heiress of Rosings, and of very extensive property."
"Ah!" cried Mrs. Bennet, shaking her head, "then she is better off than many girls. And what sort of young lady is she? is she handsome?"
"She is a most charming young lady indeed. Lady Catherine herself says that in point of true beauty, Miss De Bourgh is far superior to the handsomest of her sex; because there is that in her features which marks the young woman of distinguished birth. She is unfortunately of a sickly constitution, which has prevented her making that progress in many accomplishments which she could not otherwise have failed of; as I am informed by the lady who superintended her education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and often condescends to drive by my humble abode in her little phaeton and ponies."
"Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies at court."
"Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and by that means, as I told Lady Catherine myself one day, has deprived the British court of its brightest ornament. Her ladyship seemed pleased with the idea, and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. -- These are the kind of little things which please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay."
"You judge very properly," said Mr. Bennet, "and it is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?"
"They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible."
Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and, except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure. By tea time, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing room again, and when tea was over, glad to invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a book was produced; but on beholding it (for every thing announced it to be from a circulating library), he started back, and begging pardon, protested that he never read novels. -- Kitty stared at him, and Lydia exclaimed. -- Other books were produced, and after some deliberation he chose Fordyce's _Sermons_. Lydia gaped as he opened the volume, and before he had, with very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with, "Do you know, mama, that my uncle Philips talks of turning away Richard, and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Meryton to-morrow to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town." Lydia was bid by her two eldest sisters to hold her tongue; but Mr. Collins, much offended, laid aside his book, and said,
"I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a serious stamp, though written solely for their benefit. It amazes me, I confess; -- for certainly, there can be nothing so advantageous to them as instruction. But I will no longer importune my young cousin."
Then turning to Mr. Bennet, he offered himself as his antagonist at backgammon. Mr. Bennet accepted the challenge, observing that he acted very wisely in leaving the girls to their own trifling amusements. Mrs. Bennet and her daughters apologised most civilly for Lydia's interruption, and promised that it should not occur again, if he would resume his book; but Mr. Collins, after assuring them that he bore his young cousin no ill will, and should never resent her behaviour as any affront, seated himself at another table with Mr. Bennet, and prepared for backgammon.
Mr. Collins for his part was contemplating the beauty of his fair cousin - Miss Jane Bennet.
Having now a good house and very sufficient income, he intended to marry; and in seeking a reconciliation with the Longbourn family he had a wife in view, as he meant to chuse one of the daughters, if he found them as handsome and amiable as they were represented by common report. This was his plan of amends -- of atonement -- for inheriting their father's estate; and he thought it an excellent one, full of eligibility and suitableness, and excessively generous and disinterested on his own part. His plan did not vary on seeing them. -- Miss Bennet's lovely face confirmed his views, and established all his strictest notions of what was due to seniority; and for the first evening she was his settled choice.
For a quarter of an hour, he talked tete-a-tete with Mrs. Bennet before breakfast, the conversation beginning with his parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal of his hopes that a mistress for it might be found at Longbourn, confirmed that he had good chances with Miss Jane.
While Jane's fate was being decided at least by Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth was visiting Charlotte. Her friend was now often seen in company of Mr. Fitzwilliam and had not much time left for her other acquaintances. Meryton awaited the news of an engagement being formed.
Charlotte and Elizabeth had just entered Meryton in order to find some ribbons when they met Lydia and Kitty.
"Lizzy, you'll never believe. Mr. Collins is to propose to Jane on Saturday."
"No!" called Elizabeth.
"Aye, it's nothing but the truth!" called Lydia, "oh! look, there is Mr. Denny and another gentleman. I dare say he is very handsome!"
Within minutes an acquaintance was formed and the ladies were introduced to Mr. Wickham and Lydia was quick to invite him to her Aunt Phillips for the evening.
Mrs. Bennet decided that Mr. Collins should visit Mrs. Phillips as well and told Jane to be nice to her cousin Collins. Elizabeth wanted to talk to her sister but the latter refused and said they'll talk in the evening after the gather.
Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he received at the other table between Elizabeth and Lydia. At first there seemed danger of Lydia's engrossing him entirely for she was a most determined talker; but being likewise extremely fond of lottery tickets, she soon grew too much interested in the game, too eager in making bets and exclaiming after prizes, to have attention for any one in particular. Allowing for the common demands of the game, Mr. Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that gentleman. Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton; and, after receiving her answer, asked in an hesitating manner how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.
"About a month," said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."
"Yes," replied Wickham; -- "his estate there is a noble one. A clear ten thousand per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that head than myself -- for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy."
Elizabeth could not but look surprised.
"You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting yesterday. -- Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy?"
"As much as I ever wish to be," cried Elizabeth warmly, -- "I have spent four days in the same house with him, and I think him very disagreeable."
"I have no right to give my opinion," said Wickham, "as to his being agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one. I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for me to be impartial. But I believe your opinion of him would in general astonish -- and perhaps you would not express it quite so strongly anywhere else. -- Here you are in your own family."
"Upon my word I say no more here than I might say in any house in the neighbourhood, except Netherfield. He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire. Every body is disgusted with his pride. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one."
"I cannot pretend to be sorry," said Wickham, after a short interruption, "that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts; but with him I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen."
"I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered man." Wickham only shook his head. "I wonder," said he, at the next opportunity of speaking, "whether he is likely to be in this country much longer."
"I do not at all know; but I heard nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield. I hope your plans in favour of the ----shire will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood."
"Oh! no -- it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding him but what I might proclaim to all the world; a sense of very great ill-usage, and most painful regrets at his being what he is. His father, Miss Bennet, the late Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend I ever had; and I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behaviour to myself has been scandalous; but I verily believe I could forgive him any thing and every thing, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the memory of his father."
Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase, and listened with all her heart; but the delicacy of it prevented farther inquiry. Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics, Meryton, the neighbourhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, with gentle but very intelligible gallantry.
"It was the prospect of constant society, and good society," he added, "which was my chief inducement to enter the ----shire. I knew it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me farther by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintance Meryton had procured them. Society, I own, is necessary to me. I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude. I _must_ have employment and society. A military life is not what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible. The church _ought_ to have been my profession -- I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now."
"Indeed!"
"Yes -- the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me. I cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply, and thought he had done it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere."
"Good heavens!" cried Elizabeth; "but how could that be? -- How could his will be disregarded? -- Why did not you seek legal redress?"
"There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honour could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it -- or to treat it as a merely conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it by extravagance, imprudence, in short any thing or nothing. Certain it is, that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man; and no less certain is it, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done any thing to deserve to lose it. I have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may perhaps have sometimes spoken my opinion of him, and to him, too freely. I can recall nothing worse. But the fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me."
"This is quite shocking! -- He deserves to be publicly disgraced."
"Some time or other he will be -- but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him." Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them.
"But what," said she after a pause, "can have been his motive? -- what can have induced him to behave so cruelly?"
"A thorough, determined dislike of me -- a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better; but his father's uncommon attachment to me, irritated him I believe very early in life. He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood -- the sort of preference which was often given me."
"I can understand you feelings perfectly. He is to my taste much as you describe him."