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That night, Darcy's sleep was again filled with sweet dreams of Elizabeth. When he awoke, he found that he could not wait till dinner that evening to see her again. He would call on her in Lambton and offer his services as guide for the day. As soon as it was late enough, he set off for the inn.
As soon as he arrived, Darcy was shown into the parlour. But upon entering the room, instead of the pleasant scene he had expected, he found Elizabeth in an extremely agitated state. He started at her appearance. Her face was pale and she was behaving in an impetuous manner. Before he could recover from the shock of seeing her thus, she exclaimed,
"I beg your pardon, but I must leave you. I must find Mr Gardiner this moment, on business that cannot be delayed; I have not a moment to lose."
"Good God! what is the matter?" cried he, with more feeling than politeness; then recollecting himself, "I will not detain you a minute, but let me, or let the servant, go after Mr and Mrs Gardiner. You are not well enough;--you cannot go yourself."
Elizabeth hesitated, but after a moment, much to Darcy's relief, called back the servant. She commissioned him, though in so breathless an accent as made her almost unintelligible, to fetch his master and mistress home instantly.
Once this was done, Elizabeth appeared unable to support herself. Darcy helped her to a chair, and, as he did so, he could feel that she was trembling. This and her miserably ill appearance made it impossible for him to leave her, or to refrain from saying, in a tone of gentleness and commiseration, "Let me call your maid. Is there nothing you could take, to give you present relief?--A glass of wine;--shall I get you one?--You are very ill."
"No, I thank you;" she replied, "There is nothing the matter with me. I am quite well. I am only distressed by some dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn."
She burst into tears as she said this, and for a few minutes could not speak another word. Darcy, said what little he could of his concern, and observed her in compassionate silence. He was in wretched suspense as to what could possibly have caused her such distress. At length, she spoke again. "I have just had a letter from Jane, with such dreadful news. It cannot be concealed from any one. My youngest sister has left all her friends--has eloped;--has thrown herself into the power of--of Mr Wickham. They are gone off together from Brighton. You know him too well to doubt the rest. She has no money, no connections, nothing that can tempt him to--she is lost for ever."
Darcy was fixed in astonishment. Wickham! Would he never be rid of that man? Would anyone he loved ever be safe from him?
"When I consider," Elizabeth added, in a yet more agitated voice, "that I might have prevented it!--I who knew what he was. Had I but explained some part of it only--some part of what I learnt--to my own family! Had his character been known, this could not have happened. But it is all, all too late now."
Darcy was shocked that she considered herself responsible. She was not responsible, he was. Her silence on the subject was his fault, he as sworn her to secrecy in his letter. He should have revealed Wickham's character to the world long ago. It was his foolish pride that has caused this. He wished he could express all that to Elizabeth, but the words would not come. His mind was racing as to what could be done.
"I am grieved, indeed," he cried; "grieved--shocked. But is it certain, absolutely certain?"
"Oh yes!--They left Brighton together on Sunday night, and were traced almost to London, but not beyond; they are certainly not gone to Scotland."
No, he had never expected that. Wickham could have no intention of actually marrying Miss Lydia. Her fortune was too small.
"And what has been done, what has been attempted, to recover her?"
"My father is gone to London, and Jane has written to beg my uncle's immediate assistance, and we shall be off, I hope, in half an hour. But nothing can be done; I know very well that nothing can be done. How is such a man to be worked on? How are they even to be discovered? I have not the smallest hope. It is every way horrible!"
Darcy shook his head in silent acquiescence. She said something else, again blaming herself but he scarcely heard her for he was walking up and down the room in earnest meditation. She was right, there was nothing that could be done by her father and uncle. They would never find them in London. He, however, could do something. He had information to guide a search which they did not. He would go to town himself and find them. If the situation could be repaired and hushed up, he would do that, if not, he would force Wickham to marry Miss Lydia.
After a pause of several minutes, he said with restraint, anxious not to reveal his plan to her, and with compassion, "I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I any thing to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern. Would to heaven that any thing could be either said or done on my part, that might offer consolation to such distress!--But I will not torment you with vain wishes, which may seem purposely to ask for your thanks. This unfortunate affair will, I fear, prevent my sister's having the pleasure of seeing you at Pemberley today." He did not mention his own disappointment in the matter.
"Oh, yes. Be so kind as to apologize for us to Miss Darcy. Say that urgent business calls us home immediately. Conceal the unhappy truth as long as it is possible.--I know it cannot be long."
He readily assured her of his secrecy. Indeed he had no intention of telling any one. He was loathe to either distress Georgiana with news of Wickham or expose Elizabeth to the derision of Miss Bingley. He expressed again his sorrow for her distress, and wished it a happy conclusion. He left his compliments for her relations, and, with one serious, parting, look, he left the room.
Darcy returned to Pemberley immediately and set in motion the preparations for an early departure. He gave Elizabeth's apologies to Georgiana and apologized himself for leaving her in the company of Miss Bingley. He also gave Bingley a brief, though false, explanation and asked him to watch over Georgiana in his absence. He retired early that evening and was gone by first light the next morning.
Darcy was surprised to find the house in a neighborhood that, though poor, was respectable. After a little consideration, however, he realized that Mrs Younge must maintain at least the appearance of respectability if she was to pass herself off as a young ladies companion.
Mrs Younge did not wish to see Darcy and he had some difficulty gaining admittance to the house. But he refused to leave and she finally succumbed in order to get rid of him.
"What do you want?" Mrs Younge asked coldly when Darcy entered her parlour.
"I'm looking for Mr Wickham. Is he here?"
She hesitated before replying, "I have not seen Wickham in months. I have no idea where he is." It was an obvious lie.
"Come now, Mrs Younge, you do not expect me to believe that. You and he are such good friends, surely you have been in contact."
Darcy questioned Mrs Younge for over an hour trying to wear her down. But Mrs Younge persisted in her claim of ignorance.
"Very well, Mrs Younge," he finally said, "we are finished for tonight but I will be returning tomorrow."
The next day, Darcy spent several hours with Mrs Younge. He could tell she was growing weary of the game and she eventually admitted,
"Mr Wickham and a young lady came to me several days ago looking for lodgings."
"Then they are here?"
"No, I would gladly have taken them but I have no room at present."
Darcy was disappointed with this information but felt sure she knew where they were.
"If they are not here, then where are they?" he demanded.
"I can't tell you," she replied. Darcy sighed and prepared for another battle.
Mrs Younge finally relented the next day and gave Darcy the direction. but only after he had paid her a considerable sum of money. They were in Seven Dials, one of the most unsavory sections of London.
Darcy went to Seven Dials directly and quickly found the address. When he asked for Mr Wickham he was fetched down directly. Wickham was obviously surprised and displeased to see him but immediately employed his usual pleasing manners and duplicity.
"Darcy," he said, with a bright but fake smile, "how unexpected to see you. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Darcy glowered in return, and replied, "I am certain it is no more a pleasure for you than for me. And, I am equally certain that you know exactly why I am here. Where is she, Wickham?"
"Who do you mean?" replied Wickham, innocently.
"You know who I mean, Miss Lydia Bennet."
Wickham's complexion betrayed him for a moment but he calmly and very simply said, "Upstairs."
Darcy was surprised at the ease with which he had admitted it, but did not show it and continued his interrogation.
"Are you married?"
Wickham only laughed. "Does Miss Lydia know you do not intend to marry her?"
"Of course not."
"I must speak with her."
"You don't really think I am going to let you do that, do you Darcy?"
"You will, for I am not leaving until you do."
Wickham knew Darcy too well to think he had any chance of winning, therefore, after a few more words of protest, during which Darcy merely glared at him, he brought Miss Lydia down.
Miss Lydia did not appear to be at all unhappy in her situation and this worried Darcy. All his hopes of hushing up the affair lay with her. If he could not convince her to leave Wickham those hopes would be dashed.
Darcy made Wickham leave so he could speak with Miss Lydia alone. They were silent for a few minutes. Miss Lydia was not happy that Wickham had been sent away and Darcy did not know how to speak with her. He wished that he knew her better.
"Miss Lydia," he finally said, "Your family are quite concerned about you."
"They are not," she contradicted, "Mamma shall be quite proud to have me married, all my sisters will be so jealous, and Papa will be glad to have me off his hands."
Darcy knew her to be wrong, about her father and most of her sisters at least, but it would be useless to argue the point with her. Instead, he said, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Miss Lydia, but you are not getting married."
"Of course I am."
"I'm sorry, but Mr Wickham has no intention of marrying you."
"Of course he does. George loves me."
"You must believe me. I have known Mr Wickham all my life and he would never willingly marry a girl with as small a fortune as yours."
"Why should I listen to you. I know what you did to George. I know you're jealous of him and want to ruin his happiness. I will not let you do it."
The irony was that it was she who would ruin his happiness and her own by insisting on marrying him. But it was clear she was not going to listen to him and he would have to force Wickham into the marriage.
"Very well, Miss Lydia, if that is what you want, I will make it happen. But, I beg you to reconsider. You do not know what you are doing."
This only made Miss Lydia angry. "I most certainly do, Mr Darcy," she stormed, stomping her foot. "And you do not need to make anything happen. George will marry me when he has time. Your help is not wanted."
With that she ran out of the room. Darcy felt a sense of failure but it was what he had expected. After a few minutes Wickham came back down.
"She will not leave you," said Darcy. Wickham looked triumphant but Darcy continued, "and since she will not, you will marry her."
"Oh no, Darcy," Wickham protested, "you cannot expect me to marry that silly little thing. And she has no money."
"You should have thought of that before you took her from Brighton. You will marry her."
"You will have to make me and I don't see how you will be able to do that."
"You are in debt, are you not? That is why you left Brighton?" Wickham nodded. "I will discharge your debts." Wickham shook his head and started to say something but Darcy continued, "and give you three thousand pounds."
This silenced Wickham and after a minute he consented.
"I shall inform Miss Bennet's relations and return in a day or two."
Without another word on either side, Darcy left the house.
After his encounter with Wickham and Miss Lydia, Darcy made his way to Gracechurch-street to see the Gardiners and inform them that the fugitives were found.
A respectable servant opened the door and inquired after Darcy's business.
"I am here to speak with Mr Gardiner on an important matter."
"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr Gardiner is locked up in his study with his brother in-law on an urgent matter. They are not to be disturbed, as Mr Bennet is returning to the country tomorrow."
Darcy almost told the man that his business was the same but realized that he would rather wait until Mr Bennet was gone. Mr Bennet did not strike him as a man whom he could properly consult. He would much prefer to conduct the business with Mr Gardiner only. He also wished to conceal his role in the affair from Elizabeth. He did not wish her to feel obligated to him. Therefore, the fewer people who knew the better. He declined leaving his name or card, thanked the servant and departed.
Darcy returned to Gracechurch-street the next morning and was soon shown into Mr. Gardiner's study.
"Mr Darcy!" the gentleman exclaimed in obvious surprise, "How very nice to see you. To what do I owe this great pleasure."
"Indeed, Mr. Gardiner, I am happy to see you as well. If we could sit down, I believe I have some information you will be glad to hear."
"Of course, please do sit down."
They were both seated and Darcy began, "Mr. Gardiner, I have discovered the whereabouts of your niece and Mr. Wickham."
Mr. Gardiner nearly fell out of his chair upon hearing this. "What? how? where?" he spluttered.
As soon as Mr. Gardiner recovered from his shock, Darcy explained everything to him, how and where he had found them and the arrangements he had already made.
"But why," asked Mr. Gardiner. "Why have you taken this upon yourself?"
"It is my fault that Mr. Wickham's worthlessness has not been so well know as to make it impossible for any young woman of character to love or confide in him. It is all, all because of me and my mistaken pride. I thought it beneath me to lay my private actions open to the world. It way duty, therefore, to step forward and remedy an evil which has been brought on by myself." Darcy's other motive was left unspoken but Mr. Gardiner understood it just the same.
The gentlemen had much to discuss. The wedding had to be planned, a settlement drawn up, and Wickham's debts accounted for and paid. It was soon decided that his profession would have to be provided for as well and it was determined that a commission in a northern regiment of the regulars would be best.
They worked together all day and when Darcy returned home that evening they were still not finished. When he returned to Gracechurch-street the next morning, Mrs. Gardiner was there as well. She had remained at Longbourn to be of assistance to her nieces until Mr. Bennet had returned. Darcy found her to be extremely helpful as they continued with the arrangements.
As the expenses mounted, Mr. Gardiner became more and more reluctant to allow Darcy to shoulder the whole of it. But Darcy was obstinate. They battled it together for some time but eventually Darcy was triumphant.
The day after Mrs. Gardiner returned, everything was settled. Wickham's debts would all be paid and he would be given an additional three thousand pounds as Darcy had already promised. He also added a thousand pounds to the dowry Miss Lydia would receive from her mother, and a commission had been purchased for Wickham with a regiment in Newcastle.
Wickham was persuaded to accept these terms though he tried for more. Miss Lydia was radiantly happy that her wedding day was named and her former anger against Darcy was forgotten. Mrs. Gardiner persuaded Lydia to remove to the house at Gracechurch-street, and more respectable lodgings were procured for Wickham.
As a final detail, Darcy extracted a promise from all parties that they not reveal his involvement. Wickham was quite eager to keep Darcy's role a secret and easily convinced Miss Lydia. Mr. Gardiner, however, protested, not wishing to take the credit for something he had not done. Darcy understood but was persistent. Elizabeth could not know.
Once everything was settled, an express was sent to Longbourn informing the family of the marriage arrangements and requesting from Mr. Bennet full powers to act in his name.
Darcy had no desire to remain in town and decided to return to Pemberley until the wedding. He spent ten days there enjoying the company of Georgiana and Bingley and avoiding Miss Bingley as much as possible. And wishing Miss Elizabeth were still there.
At the end of the ten days, Darcy returned to London to take care of a few last minute details and to attend the wedding.
The whole affair felt like a joke. Only Miss Lydia behaved as would be expected at a wedding. She was so radiantly happy that she did not notice the depressed spirits of everyone else including the groom. Everything went off and they were safely married. Mr. and Mrs. Wickham set off directly for Longbourn where they were invited to spend a few days before joining his regiment in Newcastle.
Before departing from the church, the Gardiners invited Darcy to dine with them the next day and he readily accepted. The dinner was quite pleasant. The Wickhams were not once mentioned and the conversation centered instead around Derbyshire, Pemberley, and Lambton. Darcy longed to speak of Elizabeth but could not bring himself to mention her. Luckily, the Gardiners did, though not enough for his satisfaction. The next day, Darcy again set off for Pemberley.
Darcy was not sure how to go about it. He could just tell Bingley that he had been wrong. But he had no idea what Miss Bennet's feelings were now. He was now convinced that she had been in love with Bingley in the winter, but it had been nine months since they had seen each other. Many things could have happened in that time, she could even be in love with someone else by now. If he were to confess to Bingley now, he would be at Longbourn tomorrow proposing. And if Miss Bennet's feelings had changed, he would only have caused them both more pain than he already had. He finally decided that he must accompany Bingley to Longbourn and determine for himself the nature of Miss Bennet's feelings and then make his confession to Bingley.
One evening only a week after his arrival from London, Darcy made the proposal as casually as he could.
"Bingley," he said, "I believe Georgiana is nicely settled at Pemberley now. Why don't you and I go down to Netherfield for a few weeks? The shooting there is excellent, the sport we had there last year was some of the best I have ever had."
Bingley was surprised but readily agreed to the plan. They determined to depart in a week and Bingley went at once to write instructions to his housekeeper.
Now that the plan was in motion, Darcy was surprised to find that he felt more unsettled not less. He had to be honest with himself and admit that he was anxious to see Elizabeth. What would happen when he saw her? Was there any chance she could come to love him?
The week passed slowly, but finally they were settled at Netherfield. They immediately began visiting the neighbors, but Bingley did not suggest a visit to Longbourn or even mention the Bennets. Darcy waited for Bingley to do so for three days before finally suggesting it himself. Bingley seemed relieved and readily agreed. They rode over to Longbourn first thing the next morning.
Darcy felt his anxiety rise as they approached the house. What would he say to Elizabeth? How would she react to his arrival? Did she even know he was in the country?
The were shown into the sitting room upon their arrival and Darcy's eyes immediately sought Elizabeth. She had risen with the other ladies upon the entrance of the gentlemen and made a short formal greeting to each. She sat back down to her work quite eagerly. Darcy was disappointed but didn't know why.
Mrs. Bennet greeted Bingley with great enthusiasm, ensuring Darcy that her feelings, at least, had not changed. Her greeting to himself, by contrast, was cold and ceremonious. He did not mind, Mrs Bennet's inattention to him would give him a better opportunity to observe Miss Bennet and Bingley.
He was, however, puzzled by Elizabeth's silence. She glanced at him once but that was all. He enquired after Mr. and Mrs.. Gardiner and she answered with some confusion but said nothing else. After a few minutes, she enquired after Georgiana. He hoped this would begin a conversation between them but nothing else was said.
Darcy watched Elizabeth some minutes before he remembered that he was there to watch Miss Bennet not Elizabeth. He shifted his attention and observed Miss Bennet while he listened to Bingley's conversation with her mother.
"It is a long time, Mr. Bingley, since you went away," said Mrs. Bennet.
He readily agreed to it.
"I began to be afraid you would never come back again. People did say you meant to quit the place entirely at Michaelmas; but, however, I hope it is not true. A great many changes have happened in the neighbourhood, since you went away. Miss Lucas is married and settled. And one of my own daughters. I suppose you have heard of it; indeed, you must have seen it in the papers. It was in the Times and the Courier, I know; though it was not put in as it ought to be. It was only said, 'Lately, George Wickham, Esq. to Miss Lydia Bennet,' without there being a syllable said of her father, or the place where she lived, or any thing. It was my brother Gardiner's drawing up too, and I wonder how he came to make such an awkward business of it. Did you see it?"
Bingley replied that he did, and made his congratulations. Darcy wished she would drop the subject but doubted that she would. He wondered how Elizabeth was taking it but dared not look at her.
Mrs. Bennet continued, "It is a delightful thing, to be sure, to have a daughter well married, but at the same time, Mr. Bingley, it is very hard to have her taken such a way from me. They are gone down to Newcastle, a place quite northward, it seems, and there they are to stay I do not know how long. His regiment is there; for I suppose you have heard of his leaving the -----shire, and of his being gone into the regulars. Thank Heaven! he has some friends, though perhaps not so many as he deserves."
Darcy knew this to be leveled at himself but he steadfastly ignored it. It confirmed that the Bennets indeed were ignorant of his role in the Wickham's wedding. The unexpected result was of this was that is impelled Elizabeth to speak and she asked Bingley how long he intended to stay in the country. Darcy was grateful. This directed the conversation away from himself and the thought that she had likely interpreted her mother's intent and done it on purpose gratified him the more. She said no more and the conversation continued between Mrs. Bennet and Bingley.
Darcy returned his attention to Miss Bennet. She often seemed distracted from her work and her eyes were often on Bingley. She did not talk so much as he remembered but neither did Elizabeth. Perhaps the presence of their very chatty mother caused the difference. All in all things looked good for Bingley.
When the gentlemen rose to go away, Mrs. Bennet invited them to dine at Longbourn in a few days time. Bingley readily accepted.
"You are quite a visit in my debt, Mr. Bingley," she added, "for when you went to town last winter, you promised to take a family dinner with us, as soon as you returned. I have not forgot, you see; and I assure you, I was very much disappointed that you did not come back and keep your engagement."
Darcy felt guilty and Bingley looked a little silly at this reflection and Bingley said something of his concern at having been prevented by business. They then went away.
Darcy was satisfied that Miss Bennet was still in love with Bingley and he would make the important communication after the dinner at Longbourn.
His meeting with Elizabeth was a different matter. Why had they been unable to speak to each other? In Derbyshire things has been so different, they had had such pleasant conversations there. He didn't know what to make of it. Was there any hope for him? He did not dare conjecture.
Darcy and Bingley did not see the family at Longbourn again until Tuesday. They were very punctual to their time and found that Mrs. Bennet had assembled a large party. When they repaired to the dining-room, Bingley seated himself next to Miss Bennet causing Darcy more guilty feelings with the expression of half-laughing alarm that was flashed in his direction. He also felt Elizabeth's eyes on him and wondered what she was thinking. Probably wondering if he approved or not.
Darcy was not so fortunate as Bingley; Elizabeth was almost as far from him as the table could divide them. To make matters worse, he was seated directly next to Mrs. Bennet. Fortunately she did not find it necessary to talk to him much.
He was in hopes that the evening would afford some opportunity of bringing them together; that the whole of the visit would not pass away without enabling them to enter into something more of conversation than the mere ceremonious salutation attending his entrance. He was relieved when at last the ladies adjourned to the drawing but was then anxious and uneasy till the he could join them. At last, after what had seemed forever, Mr. Bennet suggested that they join the ladies.
Elizabeth was at the table, pouring out the coffee, where Miss Bennet was making tea. Unfortunately, there were several other young ladies crowded around the table and there was not a single vacancy near her. And on his approaching, one of the girls moved closer to her than ever and said, in a whisper, though loud enough for him to hear, "The men shan't come and part us, I am determined. We want none of them; do we?"
There was no way for Darcy to respond to that and though Elizabeth did not seem to agree, he walked away to another part of the room. His eyes were often on her and occasionally he found hers on him. He envied every one to whom she spoke and soon made another attempt by taking back his coffee cup himself. She immediately took the opportunity of saying, "Is your sister at Pemberley still?"
"Yes, she will remain there till Christmas."
"And quite alone? Have all her friends left her?"
"Mrs Annesley is with her. The others have been gone on to Scarborough, these three weeks."
The conversation failed; he could think of nothing more to say and, apparently, neither could she. He stood by her, however, for some minutes in silence until, on the young lady's whispering to Elizabeth again, he walked away.
When the tea-things were removed, and the card tables placed, the ladies all rose, and he was about to join her, when he fell a victim to her mother, Mrs. Bennet, who insisted that he sit down to whist. He now lost every expectation of pleasure. They were confined for the evening at different tables, and he had nothing to hope, but that her eyes were so often turned towards his side of the room, as to make her play as unsuccessfully as himself.
He did not even have an opportunity of speaking with her after the card tables broke up, for Bingley's carriage was ordered before any of the others and they departed.
After supper that evening, the gentlemen were sitting together in the library over glasses of brandy, when Darcy began. "Bingley, there is a matter of some importance I must discuss with you."
"What is it, Darcy?"
Darcy could not say immediately and began, instead, to pace about the room.
Bingley began to look alarmed, and exclaimed, "Come man, out with it. Darcy, what it the matter?"
Darcy took a deep breath and said in a hurried manner, "Bingley, I owe you an apology."
Bingley laughed, and said, "You owe me and apology. It can't be very serious, Darcy. Whatever it is, you are forgiven. Forget about it and say no more."
This grieved Darcy. It proved to him even more the value of the friend he was about to lose. "No, Bingley, you must hear me out. Bingley, I I now know that when I told you that Miss Jane Bennet did not return your affection, I was wrong."
Bingley was silent for a few minutes, then whispered, "You mean, you now believe she was in love with me last winter?"
"Yes, Bingley, and that is not all; not only was but is."
Bingley leapt to his feet, his face aglow with joy. "But Darcy, this is wonderful news. What have you to apologize for?"
"Wait, Bingley, I have not yet tell you all. Please sit down and do not say a word until I have told you everything."
"Of course, Darcy. Pray continue."
"Bingley, last winter, I did everything in my power to separate you and Miss Bennet. And the reason was not my belief in her indifference, though that was sincere. My pride, my abominable pride, revolted at the thought of my friend marrying so far beneath himself in wealth, connections, and most sense. I must here assure you that I never thought ill of Miss Bennet's sense, only that of her relations. Now, Bingley, you hear the worst. Miss Bennet was in town for three months last winter, I knew it and I purposely kept it from you. My behavior during the whole was absurd and impertinent and I apologize, Bingley. I know I do not deserve it, but I hope some day you will find it in your heart to forgive me."
Darcy had not dared to look at Bingley during his whole speech and when he finally found the courage to do so, Bingley was sitting still and silent staring into the fire. He remained so for several minutes during which Darcy was in agony. They were some of the worst minutes of his whole life and he wished Bingley would say something, even if it was to throw his out of Netherfield. He could bare anything better than this silence.
At last, Bingley said, in a strangled voice, "What gave you the right, Darcy?"
"I thought I knew what was best for you. I was wrong, I'm sorry."
"But what gave you the right to decide that." Suddenly Bingley was up and pacing. "God, what must Jane think of me? She must think I abandoned her. She must have been as miserable as I have this year. How can I ever make this up to her? Darcy, have you any idea what pain you have inflicted on us?"
"Yes, Bingley, I do."
"You cannot," Bingley was shouting now, "you have never been in love, you cannot know."
Darcy did know but he had no right to contradict his friend in this matter.
Darcy had never seen Bingley so angry before, not even close, and he knew he deserved it. But Bingley's anger flashed white hot then died quickly. Before long he had calmed down considerably and he resumed his seat. "Darcy, I am very disappointed in you and quite angry, but that shall pass. I dare say, at the time you thought you were acting in my best interest. I have noticed the change in you in the past months and, if I am not mistaken, this confession is a result of that. Now, are you absolutely certain Jane loves me."
"Yes, Bingley, I am. My purpose in coming to Hertfordshire was to determine that. I have observed her during our recent visits and am convinced of it."
"In that case, you are forgiven, Darcy. You have cost us a year but all will be well and we shall think no more of it."
"Thank you, Bingley. I do not deserve it and that makes my gratitude felt all the more."
"Think no more of it, Darcy."
Darcy resumed his seat and both gentlemen were silent for some time lost in their thoughts. After a quarter of an hour, Bingley suddenly said, "Darcy, may I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course."
"You said your behavior had been absurd. What did you mean by that?"
Darcy felt his colour rise. He did not wish to discuss this but knew Bingley deserved an answer. "I suppose I have another confession to make. Long before I separated you from Miss Bennet, I...I was completely and hopelessly in love with her sister, Elizabeth."
Bingley choked on his brandy and nearly dropt the glass. That was the last thing he had expected to hear. "You are in love with Miss Elizabeth?" he said, once he had recovered, "but I thought you didn't even like her. You refused to dance with her."
"That was before I knew her. And I did dance with her at your ball. You were too busy with Miss Bennet to notice."
"She is perfect for you, Darcy."
"I know it. It was she who wrought the change in me."
"She did? I do not understand, you must explain. Until you saw her at Pemberley, you had not seen her in above eight months."
"You are mistaken. When I last went to Rosings she was there visiting the Collinses." He then related the story of his proposal, her refusal, and the change those events has wrought on his character.
Suddenly Bingley remembered what he had said earlier, "Oh, Darcy, I am sorry about what I said about your not understanding my pain. Your pain must have been so much greater than mine."
"Do not apologize, Bingley, you did not know, and I deserved everything you said to me."
"Surely Miss Elizabeth does not hate you any longer?"
"No, she does not. But I am not at all certain that she will ever love me."
"But surely the service you have lately rendered her family must be in your favour."
Darcy started. "How do you know about that, Bingley?"
"I didn't, but your sudden departure from Pemberley and your business in London coincide perfectly with the drama of the Wickham's marriage. Now with this additional knowledge, it is rather obvious."
"Yes, I did it all, but Elizabeth does not know and I do not intend that she ever shall."
"But, why not?"
"I do not want her to feel obligated to me. When she marries me I want it to be because she loves me and not out of gratitude."
"I understand. I wish you luck, Darcy."
"Thank you, Bingley. I shall need it."
"Now Darcy, will you accompany me to Longbourn tomorrow?"
"No, Bingley. I shall go to town tomorrow. I should only be in your way for the business you intend. And the happiness you shall soon enjoy would be too much to bear just now."
"Very well, but do not stay away too long. You cannot win her from town."
"No, I shall return in about ten days. Now, Bingley, it very late and I wish to leave early in the morning. Thank you again for your forgiveness. Goodnight."
Darcy retired directly, but Bingley had to much to think about to retire at all that night.
The next morning, Darcy departed for London. He didn't know what he was going to do there, but he had to get away from Hertfordshire, Longbourn, and Elizabeth. He had been truthful in what he had told Bingley about getting out of his way, but that had really only been an excuse. He had to have some time to himself to think things through.
He didn't know what was happening between himself and Elizabeth. He knew she did not hate him anymore. He was even fairly certain that she liked him, at least thought of him as a friend. But was there anything more than that?
He had begun to think so at Pemberley, that she might be falling in love him there. If only Wickham hadn't interfered cutting short her stay. Who knew what might have happened at the dinner they were to have shared the very day she left. It must certainly have gone better than the one they had so recently shared at Longbourn.
Everything had been wrong at Longbourn. They had not been able to have a single conversation of more than a few moments. Everyone and everything had seemed set against them. His only consolation was that she had seemed as frustrated by it as he. But he had not been able to judge of her feelings. He wanted to ask her to marry him again but he would not go into it blindly as he had before.
When Darcy arrived in town, he set about doing the things he usually did in London. He frequented his club, visited his favourite book shops, checked at the music sellers for Georgiana, and checked up on all his business affairs. Few of his friends were in town at this time of year so there were no business calls. He thought of calling on the Gardiners certain that they would be happy to see him. But he thought better of it, the Gardiners would only remind him even more of Elizabeth.
The fourth evening in town, Darcy received an express from Bingley announcing his engagement to Miss Bennet. He asked Darcy to stand up for him and begged him to return to Netherfield. Darcy was overjoyed by the news, though somewhat saddened at this contrast with the state of his own love affair. He immediately sent off a note of congratulations, informing Bingley that he would be honoured to stand up for him and that he would return within the time he had stated.
Without waiting to be announced, Lady Catherine burst into the room. She appeared to be in a terrible temper.
"Lady Catherine," Darcy stammered as he rose to his feet, "what an unexpected pleasure. Please sit down. Can I get you some refreshment?"
"No Darcy, I have come to inform you of a most scandalous report involving yourself."
What could she be talking about? "A report about me? What is it, Lady Catherine?"
"A report of the most alarming nature reached me two days ago. I was told that you were engaged to Miss Elizabeth Bennet."
Darcy was stunned. He had to grab the back of a chair to steady himself.
"How . . . how could such a report have come about?"
"I have no doubt that it was circulated by those vicious Bennets in an effort to trap you. I have just returned from confronting Miss Bennet at Longbourn."
What!? "You went to see Miss Bennet?" How could she? "What . . . what did she say?"
"I was most displeased with her response. It will shock and grieve you."
Darcy doubted it. Whatever Elizabeth had said couldn't be more shocking than his aunt's behaviour.
"Lady Catherine," he said, "please sit down and tell me the whole story." She did so but Darcy remained standing.
"Miss Bennet acted most surprised to see me, claiming she could not account for my being there. She then denied any knowledge of the report. I knew this to be false and told her so. She refused to answer many of my questions and those that she did, were answered with abominable rudeness." Darcy was certain that the questions had been asked with a greater degree of rudeness. "I told her of your engagement to Anne but this she refused to credit."
Darcy could not remain silent at this. "You told her I am engaged to Anne! But I am not."
"Perhaps to formally but you soon will be." Darcy was too anxious to hear the rest of the story to enter into an argument on that point now.
"I told her that she should not expect to be noticed by your family and friends if she were to marry you, that she would be censured, slighted and despised, that her name would never be mentioned by any of us. You will be shocked by her response. She clearly cares for nothing but you money and position. She said that your wife must have 'such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could, upon the whole, have no cause to repine.'"
Lady Catherine was right. Darcy was indeed shocked. "Did she . . . did she really say that?"
"Those were her exact words, Darcy."
Darcy began to feel hopeful. Elizabeth had said that his wife would have "extraordinary sources of happiness" and he knew she did not mean his money.
"She finally admitted to me that you were not engaged," Lady Catherine continued. "I then insisted that she promise me to never enter into such an engagement. This she absolutely refused to do, saying she was resolved to act in a manner that would constitute her own happiness without reference to anyone unconnected with her. She refused to credit my connection to your as almost your nearest relation."
Darcy's head began to spin with a sudden sense of euphoria and he had to sit down. He know hoped as he had never hoped before. She must love him. He was certain that if she was resolved against him, she would have told Lady Catherine so.
"I told her," Lady Catherine continued, "that her ambition would not be gratified, that I would speak with you and carry my point. Darcy, I must now ask you for the promise Miss Bennet refused to give me."
"I am sorry, aunt, I cannot. I thank you most heartily for your intelligence. You have given me the assurances I need. You need no longer worry about that report, I shall take care of it tomorrow."
Lady Catherine began to splutter with anger. "I see Miss Bennet has taken you in. I hope you come to your senses for if you do not you will surely regret it."
Darcy was seething. "Lady Catherine, I cannot allow you to speak of the woman I intend to make my wife in that way. She has not taken me in. I love her and I will marry her if she will have me. You will please leave my house."
With that Darcy quitted the room. A few minutes later he heard Lady Catherine quit the house and her carriage drive away.
The events of the last half hour had left Darcy in shock. Elizabeth must love him, she must. He would depart for Netherfield first thing in the morning and at the earliest opportunity he would renew his proposals.
Darcy was on the road the next day by noon and arrived at Netherfield in such good time that Bingley was not yet returned from Longbourn. He was tempted to go there directly himself, but decided against it. He was travel weary and a bundle of nervous energy. He would be much more presentable if he relaxed this evening and got a good night's sleep, if he was able to sleep at all.
Bingley was very glad to see him when he arrived later that evening. Darcy listened in anticipation to Bingley's descriptions of the delights of courtship. If everything went for him, he would be enjoying those delights himself in a day or two.
The next morning, both gentlemen left early for Longbourn. They were shown into the parlour, and Darcy quickly caught Elizabeth's eye. Before they could all sit down, Bingley, who wanted to be alone with Miss Bennet, proposed their all walking out. Darcy was grateful, this would give him the best opportunity to be alone with Elizabeth. Mrs Bennet and Miss Mary declined, but the remaining five set off together. Bingley and Miss Bennet, however soon allowed the others to outstrip them. They lagged behind while Darcy, Elizabeth, and Miss Catherine were to entertain each other.
Darcy was desperately trying to think of a way of getting rid of Miss Catherine, when she solved the problem for him. They were approaching the Lucas's, and she expressed a wish of calling on Miss Maria Lucas. Elizabeth made no objection. Miss Catherine left them and they went on together, alone.
Now was the time to speak but before he could, Elizabeth said,
"Mr Darcy, I am a very selfish creature; and, for the sake of giving relief to my own feelings, care not how much I may be wounding your's. I can no longer help thanking you for your unexampled kindness to my poor sister. Ever since I have known it, I have been most anxious to acknowledge to you how gratefully I feel it. Were it known to the rest of my family, I should not have merely my own gratitude to express."
This revelation brought to his feelings both relief and distress. "I am sorry, exceedingly sorry," replied he, "that you have ever been informed of what may, in a mistaken light, have given you uneasiness. I did not think Mrs Gardiner was so little to be trusted."
"You must not blame my aunt. Lydia's thoughtlessness first betrayed to me that you had been concerned in the matter; and, of course, I could not rest till I knew the particulars." Lydia, he should have realized that Miss Lydia would not be able to hold her tongue. "Let me thank you again and again," Elizabeth continued, "in the name of all my family, for that generous compassion which induced you to take so much trouble, and bear so many mortifications, for the sake of discovering them."
He could not let her go on in this way. "If you will thank me," he replied, "let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you."
Elizabeth looked away and said nothing. Darcy was not sure how to interpret that but realizing he would never have a better opportunity added, "You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever."
The few moments before she responded stretched into eternity, but she finally said, "Mr Darcy, since the time to which you allude, my feelings have undergone so material a change that I now receive your present assurances with gratitude and pleasure."
It took Darcy a moment to comprehend what she had said and when he finally did, the happiness which her reply produced, was such as he had never felt before. "Miss Bennet," he began, then changed his mind, "Elizabeth . . ." He paused unsure of how she would react to this liberty he had allowed himself. He glanced at her sideways and saw that she was blushing and, much to his relief, a most beautiful smile graced her lips.
"Elizabeth," he said again, "I know not how to express how very happy you have made me." He stopt and took both her hands in his. He could not look her in the eye and stared at their hands instead. "Please tell me, Elizabeth, that you will marry me and be my wife."
"Please look at me," Elizabeth whispered. Darcy did so, afraid of what he might see, but Elizabeth was smiling though there were tears in her eyes. "Yes, I will marry you. I cannot see myself married to any other... Fitzwilliam."
Darcy had never cared for his Christian name but it sounded musical when Elizabeth said it. He had always imagined that his wife would call him Fitz like Georgiana did but now he did not want her to.
"You must smile more, Fitzwilliam," said Elizabeth pulling Darcy from his reverie.
"What?" he had not known that he was smiling but now realized he was smiling more broadly than he ever had before.
"You must smile more. I have rarely seen you really smile and it becomes you well."
"I believe, with you by my side, I shall smile all the time."
Finally Darcy released Elizabeth's hands. He instead offered her his arm which she gladly took and he placed his other hand on top of hers at his elbow.
They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects. He told her of Lady Catherine's visit and the feelings it had evoked.
"It taught me to hope," said he, "as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain that, had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly."
Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied, "Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations."
"What did you say of me, that I did not deserve? For, though your accusations were ill-founded, formed on mistaken premises, my behaviour to you at the time had merited the severest reproof. It was unpardonable. I cannot think of it without abhorrence."
"We will not quarrel for the greater share of blame annexed to that evening," said Elizabeth. "The conduct of neither, if strictly examined, will be irreproachable; but since then, we have both, I hope, improved in civility."
"I cannot be so easily reconciled to myself. The recollection of what I then said, of my conduct, my manners, my expressions during the whole of it, is now, and has been many months, inexpressibly painful to me. Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: 'had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner.' Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me;--though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice."
"I was certainly very far from expecting them to make so strong an impression. I had not the smallest idea of their being ever felt in such a way."
"I can easily believe it. You thought me then devoid of every proper feeling, I am sure you did. The turn of your countenance I shall never forget, as you said that I could not have addressed you in any possible way that would induce you to accept me."
"Oh! do not repeat what I then said. These recollections will not do at all. I assure you that I have long been most heartily ashamed of it."
Darcy mentioned his letter. "Did it," said he, "did it soon make you think better of me? Did you, on reading it, give any credit to its contents?"
"At first, no" she admitted, "On my first perusal, I dismissed the whole as false, but the contents would not leave me. The second, rendered to me your conduct less than infamous, and the third proved you blameless throughout the whole. I grew absolutely ashamed of myself.--Of neither you nor Wickham could I think, without feeling that I had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd. Regarding my family, it took a little longer. But I soon became reasonable and allowed the justice of your opinions. The compliment to myself and Jane was not unfelt and gradually all my former prejudices were removed."
"I knew," said he, "that what I wrote must give you pain, but it was necessary. I hope you have destroyed the letter. There was one part especially, the opening of it, which I should dread your having the power of reading again. I can remember some expressions which might justly make you hate me."
"The letter shall certainly be burnt, if you believe it essential to the preservation of my regard; but, though we have both reason to think my opinions not entirely unalterable, they are not, I hope, quite so easily changed as that implies."
"When I wrote that letter," replied Darcy, "I believed myself perfectly calm and cool, but I am since convinced that it was written in a dreadful bitterness of spirit."
"The letter, perhaps, began in bitterness, but it did not end so. The adieu is charity itself. But think no more of the letter. The feelings of the person who wrote, and the person who received it, are now so widely different from what they were then, that every unpleasant circumstance attending it ought to be forgotten. You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
"I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. Your retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment arising from them is not of philosophy, but, what is much better, of innocence. But with me, it is not so. Painful recollections will intrude which cannot, which ought not, to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You shewed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased."
"Had you then persuaded yourself that I should?"
"Indeed I had. What will you think of my vanity? I believed you to be wishing, expecting my addresses."
"My manners must have been in fault, but not intentionally, I assure you. I never meant to deceive you, but my spirits might often lead me wrong. How you must have hated me after that evening?"
"Hate you! I was angry perhaps at first, but my anger soon began to take a proper direction."
"I am almost afraid of asking what you thought of me, when we met at Pemberley. You blamed me for coming?"
"No indeed; I felt nothing but surprise."
"Your surprise could not be greater than mine in being noticed by you. My conscience told me that I deserved no extraordinary politeness, and I confess that I did not expect to receive more than my due."
"My object then," replied Darcy, "was to shew you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you."
"Georgiana was delighted to make your acquaintance, indeed she had been most anxiously wishing it."
"As was I," replied Elizabeth, "I very much look forward to renewing it."
"She was excessively disappointed at its sudden interruption." This naturally led to the cause of that interruption. "Elizabeth, the sight of you at the inn with your sister's letter was the most distressing sight of my whole life," said Darcy, his voice full of emotion. "Then you said it was your fault. I knew it wasn't but I couldn't find the words to tell you so. I decided right then that I would go London to save you from that distress."
"That was why you were so grave and thoughtful. I thought it was because of the disgrace Lydia had brought upon me. When you left, I was certain I would never see you again."
"Oh! Elizabeth. I'm so sorry. I didn't know . . . I didn't mean to leave with that impression."
She expressed her gratitude again, but it was too painful a subject to each, to be dwelt on farther.
After walking several miles in a leisurely manner, and too busy to know any thing about it, they found at last, on examining their watches, that it was time to be at home.
"What could become of Mr Bingley and Jane!" was a wonder which introduced the discussion of their affairs. Darcy assured Elizabeth of his delight with their engagement.
"I must ask whether you were surprised?" said Elizabeth.
"Not at all. When I went away, I felt that it would soon happen."
"That is to say, you had given your permission. I guessed as much." He was surprised and protested but, eventually, had to admit that it had been pretty much the case.
"On the evening before my going to London," said he, "I made a confession to him, which I believe I ought to have made long ago. I told him of all that had occurred to make my former interference in his affairs absurd and impertinent. His surprise was great. He had never had the slightest suspicion. I told him, moreover, that I believed myself mistaken in supposing, as I had done, that your sister was indifferent to him; and as I could easily perceive that his attachment to her was unabated, I felt no doubt of their happiness together."
"Did you speak from your own observation," said she, "when you told him that my sister loved him, or merely from my information last spring?"
"From the former. I had narrowly observed her during the two visits which I had lately made here; and I was convinced of her affection."
"And your assurance of it, I suppose, carried immediate conviction to him."
"It did. Bingley is most unaffectedly modest. His diffidence had prevented his depending on his own judgment in so anxious a case, but his reliance on mine made every thing easy. I was obliged to confess one thing, which for a time, and not unjustly, offended him. I could not allow myself to conceal that your sister had been in town three months last winter, that I had known it, and purposely kept it from him. He was angry. But his anger, I am persuaded, lasted no longer than he remained in any doubt of your sister's sentiments. He has heartily forgiven me now."
In anticipating the happiness of Bingley, which of course was to be inferior only to his own, he continued the conversation till they reached the house. In the hall they parted.
The evening passed quietly, unmarked by any thing extraordinary. The acknowledged lovers talked and laughed, the unacknowledged were silent. Darcy was not of a disposition in which happiness overflows in mirth; and Elizabeth, he knew, was anxious about the upcoming disclosures to her family. He could hardly keep his eyes off her all evening and hers were usually on him as well. He looked forward to the time when he and Elizabeth could behave as Bingley and Miss Bennet did.
When the gentlemen returned to Netherfield, Bingley asked,
"Darcy, what were you and Miss Elizabeth doing for so long today?"
"I asked her again to marry me."
Bingley waited but Darcy, lost in remembrance said no more. Finally Bingley said, with a touch of exasperation,
"Well, Darcy, what did she say?"
The light in Darcy's eyes told Bingley all he needed to know and Darcy confirmed, "She said, 'yes.' She loves me, Bingley."
"Darcy, that is wonderful. I can hardly believe it. Jane and I have discussed this and we thought of it as impossible. Darcy we shall be brothers. Miss Elizabeth and yourself must be married with Jane and I. I am certain the ladies will agree."
Bingley continued in this way for some time, and half the night was spent in conversation.
The gentlemen were again early at Longbourn. Darcy, anxious to spend the day with his Elizabeth, could not get there early enough. When they arrived, Miss Bennet, after greeting her fiancé, smiled at Darcy warmly and he knew she was aware of the state of affairs between himself and Elizabeth. Before they all sat down, Bingley said, "Mrs. Bennet, have you no more lanes hereabouts in which Lizzy may lose her way again to day?"
"I advise Mr. Darcy, and Lizzy, and Kitty," said Mrs. Bennet, "to walk to Oakham Mount this morning. It is a nice long walk, and Mr. Darcy has never seen the view."
"It may do very well for the others," replied Mr. Bingley; "but I am sure it will be too much for Kitty. Won't it, Kitty?" Miss Catherine owned that she had rather stay at home. Darcy professed a great curiosity to see the view from the Mount, and Elizabeth silently consented. Darcy made a mental note to thank Bingley later.
As soon as they were beyond the house, Elizabeth took Darcy's arm and they walked in silence for some time, simply enjoying being in each other's company. At length Darcy said,
"Elizabeth, I should like to speak with your father this evening, if that is agreeable to you."
"Of course, Fitzwilliam. I should not like to spend many more evenings as we did last night. I was quite jealous of Jane and Mr. Bingley. Besides," she added with a sparkle in her eye, "we must relieve Mr. Bingley of the necessity of finding excuses for us to be alone together."
Darcy smiled but he detected a hint of anxiety in Elizabeth's manner.
"What is the matter, Elizabeth?"
"Nothing," she replied a bit hesitantly.
"Are you certain?" Darcy pressed.
"It is just that my father is going to be surprised. I . . . I did not exactly keep my former opinions of you a secret and no one but Jane knows of any alteration in them."
"Do not worry, Elizabeth. Everything will be alright. Surely he will not refuse his consent."
"No, but he will probably be made unhappy and it may take some doing to convince him of my attachment. I have already had some trouble convincing Jane."
Darcy took Elizabeth's hand in his own and squeezed it reassuringly. "I believe the best course will be to get it over with as soon as possible." He then broached a subject which worried him a bit more. "How shall your mother react?"
"I do not know," Elizabeth sighed. "She shall either be violently opposed or violently delighted. I shall tell her myself, after you are gone."
They were silent again for awhile, until Elizabeth said, "Fitzwilliam, when shall we be married? Do you wish for a long engagement?"
"No indeed, I have waited long enough already. I do not believe we can properly determine until we have your father's consent but Bingley and I discussed it last night and he has invited us to share his and Miss Bennet's wedding day. Would you like that, Elizabeth?"
"Oh, yes. Very much."
The day passed with much conversation and soon Darcy was following Mr. Bennet to his library. A glance at Elizabeth as he left the room showed her to be extremely anxious. Darcy felt so himself as he knocked on the library door and Mr. Bennet called with just a touch of annoyance in his voice for him to come in.
Mr. Bennet was clearly surprised to see Darcy enter the room. After a moment of confusion he asked, "Is Mrs. Bennet too much for you Mr. Darcy. I should be happy to offer you sanctuary. I know you will not mind if we do not have any conversation."
"Actually, Mr. Bennet, sir, there is an important matter I would discuss with you."
This surprised Mr. Bennet even more but he indicated for Darcy to proceed. Darcy was suddenly tongue-tied. This was far worse than proposing had been. He soon discovered that Mr. Bennet was looking at him quite oddly and he realized that he had not said anything for some time.
"Mr. Bennet, sir," he finally said, "I have come to ask your permission to marry your daughter, Elizabeth."
Mr. Bennet just stared at him and Darcy became even more nervous. After several minutes he finally said, "Mr. Darcy, I am not certain that I heard you correctly just now. Did you say that you wish to marry Elizabeth?"
"Yes, sir. I love her and I would have her for my wife."
"Have you spoken to her about it?"
"Yes, sir, yesterday. She has consented."
"Are you certain?"
It was Darcy's turn to be surprised. He had expected reluctance but to not be believed. "Yes, sir," he stammered.
Mr. Bennet suddenly looked embarrassed. "I apologize. Of course you are or you would not be here. I am quite surprised, Mr. Darcy, I had no idea you even liked Elizabeth and, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I know she does not like you. I am quite at a loss as to why she has accepted you."
"I know that was the case once but a lot has happened since then." He hoped Mr. Bennet would not ask him to explain.
"How long have you loved her?"
"Almost from the moment I met her, sir."
"Mr. Darcy, I have no need to ask about your ability to provide for her, but can you make my Lizzy happy."
"She tells me that I can and I assure you, sir, I shall do everything in my power to make her so."
"Very well, Mr. Darcy, you have my consent. But I would like to speak with Elizabeth. Will you please send her in?"
"Yes, of course, sir. Thank you very much, Mr. Bennet." They shook hands and Darcy left the room.
Darcy returned directly to the drawing room. On catching Elizabeth's eye he smiled to assure her of the success of the interview. After a few minutes, he approached the table where she was sitting with Miss Catherine and while pretending to admire her work said in a whisper, "Go to your father, he wants you in the library." She was gone directly.
She was absent for quite some time, at least an hour. When she finally did return, Darcy thought he detected evidence of recent tears. Darcy wished to comfort her and find out what had happened. But Elizabeth returned to her seat with Miss Catherine at the table. Darcy soon found an excuse to join then but he and Elizabeth did not have an opportunity for private conversation before he and Bingley returned to Netherfield.
It was most relieving to have the engagement public. Darcy could now behave towards Elizabeth as he wished in public as well as in private. He found that a place by her side was always reserved for him and Bingley no longer had to manoeuver things for them to be alone together. Darcy was rather anxious to be alone with Elizabeth. He wished to hear about her interviews with her parents. He soon suggested a walk and Elizabeth eagerly agreed. As soon as they were away from the house, Darcy said,
"Elizabeth, I wanted to speak with you about this last evening but I did not get an opportunity. Last night you were so long with your father and then when you came back, I think you had been crying. What happened?"
"It was just like I told you it would be. He was afraid I'm marrying you for your money and position. I had a terrible time convincing him otherwise. I did cry and that is why I was gone so long." Unexpectedly she began to cry again. Darcy was at a loss as to what to do. His instincts told him to take her in his arms but propriety forbade it. He finally gave into his instincts and held her until the tears subsided. He then led her to a fallen tree, sat her down and handed her his handkerchief. Once she had composed herself he asked her gently,
"What is the matter, darling? Surely he believes you now. Why are you crying?"
"Oh, Fitzwilliam, I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Is it your mother?"
She laughed. "No, Mamma is delighted. I'm just being silly. You are right, everything is fine."
"Do you feel better now?"
She nodded and rose. "Perhaps we should continue our walk?"
They did so and soon Elizabeth said, "I hope you do not mind, but I told Papa what you did for Lydia."
"No, of course not."
"I think he is planning to offer to pay you back."
"I will not let him."
"I know," she said, then changed the subject.
That evening, after dinner. Mr. Bennet invited Darcy into the library. Darcy would have liked to stop Mr. Bennet before he could express his gratitude but he knew that Mr. Bennet would find it necessary.
"Mr. Darcy," Mr. Bennet began, "I understand I am much indebted to you for the preservation of my youngest daughter."
"No, sir."
Mr. Bennet looked surprised. "No? But Lizzy said you did everything: made up the match, gave the money, paid the fellow's debts, and got him his commission. Is she mistaken?"
"No, sir, she is not?"
"Well then, Mr. Darcy, I must repay you."
"I cannot allow you to do that, sir. You owe me nothing. I did it all for Elizabeth and only Elizabeth. I came upon her shortly after she learnt the news and I had to spare her that pain. Surely you can see why I cannot accept any payment from you. If you still feel yourself obliged, please remember what I owe you for granting me Elizabeth's hand. If you must think of it as such, and I would prefer that you do not, that is ample repayment for any service I have rendered. Now, I beg you to consider this matter as closed."
"Very well. I see I will never prevail with you. The matter is closed."
"One more thing, sir. I would appreciate it if these things never left this room. I never intended for even Elizabeth to know." Mr. Bennet gave him a questioning look and he added, "Your youngest daughter, it would seem, has loose tongue."
"Ah," said Mr. Bennet, "you may be assured, Mr. Darcy, that I do not."